Page 44 of Learning to Trust

“David, the camera is not visible. Are you okay?”

“I’m fucking okay, Sir,” I shouted as the plug turned on once more.

“David, the others cannot see or hear you. I would not expose you in such a way. If you need to safe word, I’ll hear you.”

I would have taken a deep breath of relief, but I was engaged in a battle of wills against my body wanting an orgasm and me being determined not to allow one. When the plug switched off, I sucked in a few deep breaths before assuring myself I was okay.

“David, I need to know you understand I can hear and see you if you get into difficulty?”

"Sir, I understand and I'm fine. I will not safeword."

“Very well. You have another thirty minutes.”

Fuck me, I was only halfway? It was feeling like an eternity had passed but I was determined to take my punishment like a good sub. Being bound and high on my knees didn't shake my confidence. I trusted myself that I could manage being uncomfortable for another half an hour. What I was less confident of was my ability not to come. I was so far past horny, and the minutes seemed to drag on while the periods of relief appeared to become shorter and shorter.

Sweat poured from my body and dripped from my hair into both eyes, causing them to sting. Precum was now drizzling unchecked and getting thicker.

“Five minutes, David.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Five minutes—I could hold out for that long. The plug vibrated. My thighs were red, twitching and barely holding me in place. I lost all energy and sank down onto my heels. The plug lodged hard on my prostate, and I exploded with a scream. Ribbons of cum painted my chin, chest, and wall. Tears streamed from both eyes. The orgasm seemed to go on forever as the prostate was hyper-stimulated. It felt so fucking good.

"So close," Andrew tutted, having seen me come. Of that, I had no doubt.

I sat silent as he released me from the restraints and removed the plug before heading to the bathroom. He returned with a warm washcloth which he held out. I took it and cleaned myself up before handing it back to him. Andrew tossed it into a hamper.

“I’m sorry, Sir.” I was disappointed I’d once again let him down and he’d witnessed my weakness.

“I thought you were going to obey this time. You battled hard to give the power of your orgasm to me, and in time, you will succeed. You did well, David, to hold out for as long as you did. I know subs who wouldn’t tolerate what you did for thirty minutes before coming.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Andrew’s praise had me feeling much better.

“Can you stand?”

“I’m not sure, Sir. Can you help me, please?”

Andrew stood behind me and threaded his arms beneath my arms, clasping his hands together in the middle of my chest. As he pulled, I pushed onto my feet. My legs shook out of control, so Andrew swept me into his arms and carried me to the black leather spanking bench. Both arms and legs were positioned in place leaving my ass sitting high in the air. A strap was fastened around my waist.

“You will count each strike and thank me.”

“Sir, can you explain?”

"One, thank you, Sir," Andrew clarified.

“Yes, Sir.”

The first strike hit my right ass cheek and stung. “One, thank you, Sir.”

Andrew varied the area of ass and upper thigh that he struck each time. The last whack had me shouting, tears streaming. My ass became a red-hot ball of pain.

“Fifteen, thank you, Sir.”

“Will you show disrespect to any Dom in my home again?”

“No, Sir. Sorry, Sir. I have learned my lesson.”

“Stay there while I ready a bath.”