My hands are in leather bondage mittens with locking wrist cuffs and are attached to eyehooks screwed securely into the beam overhead. A one pound chrome ball stretcher pulls at me below, and a black rawhide lace is tied around the base of my cock, keeping it hard. A ball gag is strapped in my mouth and my head is held erect by a tight posture collar secured at the back with a padlock.

The cellar is nice and warm, Mistress likes to be comfortable as she tortures me. I hear her coming down the stairs behind me, and the click of her stiletto heels on the concrete floor as she comes around in front of me. I have already been in bondage for about half an hour. She hung me up, tied up my cock, stroked me to hardness, and then stopped. I moaned through the gag as she just smiled and went upstairs, saying to me, we are just getting started slave, we have hours tonight, think about that.

Now she was back, with her little bag. She puts it down on the table and takes out things with her back to me. As she turns around she pulls the chair and table over so they are right in front of me. Standing in front of me she gives my cock a few slow strokes getting a moan out of me. Then she takes off her blouse and skirt. Now she stands there in just her bra, panties, garter belt, stockings, and heels. I look at her inches in front of me and try to lean my body towards her.

She just takes a step back and smiles. " So eager slut, but we have so long to go yet, seems it is going to be a very long night for you." She goes back to the table and puts on a pair of rubber gloves and pours a little oil into her hand. Turning around she sits in the chair and grabs my cock.

She slides her hand slowly down to the base and then back up again. I am moaning, stretched tight in my bondage, helpless to do anything but moan into the gag knowing the frustration that is to come. She just sits there watching me as her hand continues its slow stroking on my now well oiled cock.

I remember other nights when I have been hanging here for 2 or 3 hours. When she has made me tell her how much I loved her hand, how I worshiped it because it gave me so much pleasure. How other pathetic men thought sex only lasted for 5 or 10 minutes, but how I was so lucky, that she had proved to me that it could last for hours, just with her hand. How her hand had taught me that. By stroking me until I was ready to cum, then stopping and making me wait until I calmed down, only to start the agonizing torture of the slow stroking over and over again for hours, until she had to gag me to stop the screams.

Now she gagged me at the beginning, she said it was because she liked me completely helpless, unable to even beg for release. So that I knew she was totally in control. That was why she also used padlocks and chains to restrain me, so I knew there was no possible chance of escape.

She calls herself a sexual sadist. She doesn't use a whip to give men pain, to make men beg, she uses pleasure and denial, until that pleasure became an agonizing need. You can see it in her eyes when she has had me on the edge repeatedly, when the pre cum is just leaking from my cock as I hang in my bondage moaning behind the gag. She is starting to get that look now as I have been hanging here for almost an hour now, with my cock rock hard and purple from the tight lace at the base of it.

She pulls the chair closer and spreads her legs open and I can smell her sex, which drives me even crazier with lust. I am twisting in my chains starting to scream behind the gag as she slowly looks up at me and licks her lips.

"Poor slut it has only been an hour and you are already starting to scream for release for me." " It does make me hot hearing you scream, knowing you would do any thing to cum right now." "But do you know what makes me even hotter my bitch?" "It's knowing I am going to keep you here for hours more, and there is not a fucking thing you can do about it."

I thrash about as much as I can in my restraints going crazy with lust at her words. Looking down I see her reach into her bag and take out a vibrator. She takes a moment to remove her panties. She holds the crotch in front of my face for a moment so I can get a smell of the already wet crotch, the smell of her pussy driving me to even higher levels of desperation. Sitting back down she looks up at me as she slides the vibrator into her pussy. Her hand continues the slow stroking of my cock. Keeping me right on the edge but not allowing me to get off. Her scent grows stronger as I watch her slide the vibrator in and out of her pussy. She starts moving the vibrator faster in and out of her now soaking wet crotch. Her head tilts back and her breathing becomes raged as she nears orgasm. She starts moving her hand faster on my cock and every muscle in my body tightens as I can feel myself getting close to cumming. I rise up on the toes of the spike heels she has put on me as I feel my self getting very close. She is panting, and I can feel her breath on my cock as she jams the vibrator in and out of her pussy. Then she looks me right in the eye and,,,, STOPS!

I let out a huge scream behind the gag and lunge forward in my restraints trying to regain contact with her hand, I was seconds away from cumming! My screams are what she wanted, the sounds of them triggering her orgasm. I can only hang there in my chains twisting and yelling behind the gag as she leans back in the chair with her legs hooked over the arms giving me a complete view of her beautiful pussy as she is wracked by an intense orgasm.

She sits there shaking as she cums, her eyes are open just a bit so she can watch me standing there shaking with the need to have an orgasm, cum dripping from the end of my cock.

Placing the vibrator back on the table she sits up and looks up at me. "Well slut that was so nice for me, but as you know my needs are the only ones that count." "So lets get back to torturing my bitch shall we?"

I let out a high-pitched squeal behind the gag as she grabs my cock and starts stroking it again. I am shuddering in my bondage, shaking in my restraints as she starts in on me again. The need to cum is all that occupies my mind, I am totally lost in my lust as she stokes me closer and closer to orgasm. She continues bringing me to the edge and stopping. Tormenting me by asking me if I want to cum, knowing I can't speak around the gag filling my mouth. Finally she looks up at me as we reach the third hour. "Well slut I have asked you repeatedly if you would like to cum and you refuse to answer me." Pitiful squeals are all that come from behind my gag as I try to beg her to let me cum.

"Well if you aren't going to answer me I guess I will take a little break." She strokes me fast for a few seconds bringing me right to the edge then stopping as I scream into the ball gag and try fruitlessly to tear myself loose from my bonds.