As most of you know, Snake has been caged and chaste since July 23rd.  I decided that he needed an extended period of time locked to put him back into his subby mindset.  He wrote about it here.  Since then, he has one ruined and quite a bit of playtime with me on him, but no orgasms.  The earliest date that he was going to be allowed to come was September 7th, but because of circumstances, last night was *the night*.

It started off as a pretty average Wednesday night around here.  We went to our dance lesson, which we rocked, came home and had dinner and I had a bath.  After the last two nights of being denied, I’m pretty sure that he was expecting it again last night.  Have to keep the boy guessing…

When I got out of the bath, I told him to unlock.  He seemed a bit surprised, but, no surprise, he quickly complied.  He settled in on the couch and I told him that he was not to come without permission.  Again, he looked surprised, and said, “Isn’t that always the rule?”  I said yes, but that I just wanted to make sure that he remembered.  He started to look a tad apprehensive, but nodded.

So, as an aside, I had asked him for suggestions on how he wanted to come when the day came.  I got back nothing except that he hated to choose and he thought that I just should ruin 10.  Of course, then he quickly told me that he was kidding.  Last week, he had written me a fantasy story where he had had to be edged 20 times in 30 minutes in order to not be penalized.  This sounded like so much more fun…

I started stroking him and he quickly got to the edge.  Apparently 49 days is a long time.  He growled at me when I stopped and I laughed.  He really didn’t think that he was going to get off (pun intended) that easily, did he?  I got the long suffering look and he settled back in.  He already knew from the look on my face that this was my show.  And then, the song popped into my head…

I remember every little thing
As if it happened only yesterday
Parking by the lake
And there was not another car in sight

For those one or two who don’t know the song, it’s Paradise by the Dashboard Light by Meatloaf.  If you haven’t heard it, you definitely should.  Whether you love it or hate it, it’s a classic. And it seemed so appropriate for his predicament.  You see, we are the weird family who lives their lives like a musical.  At least four or five times a day, we break into song.  It’s usually in the middle of a conversation and it really doesn’t matter if we are in public.  Music is just such a part of our life that it happens constantly.

He was so busy trying to race to the finish line and I was having none of that.  I was going to make sure that he earned that orgasm.  I edged him about five more times and I think he was starting to think that it was just Snake torture night.  And the song kept on playing…

So open up your eyes,
I got a big surprise
It’ll feel all right
Well, I wanna make your motor run

By the time that I had made it to 10, he was soaking wet with sweat and having a really hard time holding back.  I kept switching from hard to soft, shaft, head and he was going insane.  And of course, the song kept playing in my head.  I thought about stopping at 13.  Baker’s dozen.  It had been a long time, but the story was pulling at me, so I kept on.

By the time we were at 16, I was only stopping for a few seconds to let him catch his breath before I started again.  I was evilly considering seeing if I could get to 30.  He was swearing like crazy and growling and I just giggled.  I couldn’t help it–I was definitely having a good time pushing him as far as I could.  He was so close…

K, here we go, we got a real pressure cooker going here
Two down, nobody on, no score, bottom of the ninth
There’s the wind-up, and there it is
A line shot up the middle, look at him go
This boy can really fly
He’s rounding first and really turning it on now
He’s not letting up at all, he’s gonna try for second

I made it to 20 edges.  It had been less than 30 minutes.  So, for you scientists and nerds, my experiment proved that it is possible .  🙂  Of course, I had decided along around 18 that I wanted to play Blackjack.  It had to be 21.  I had to do one better than his idea.  Yes, a bit competitive at times.  And…21.  Success.

But now that I made it there, do I keep going?  I was considering pushing it to 30.  Do I tell him to lock up and sorry, maybe next time?  I stopped to let him recover and…

Stop right there
I gotta know right now
Before we go any further

The song kept looping and looping in my mind.  Believe me, he would have promised me ANYTHING at that point to come.  But, being the kind and caring Domme that I am, I started again and said the magic word… Come.

I think that he might have actually shot brain cells out his cock.  I don’t think that he has had an orgasm that intense in a long time, if ever.  He finally managed to sit up after about five minutes and seemed to be coherent after about 15.

I don’t know if we will do another really long wait  It was bordering on too long for us.  But, the wait has definitely helped with his mindset.  He seems to think that about once a month would be a good waiting period.  Pfft.  He’ll wait until I’m good and ready…