Debbie Always Took Care That The Fluids Her Husband Lost Through Tears And Sweat During His Weekly Punishment

She stopped me mid-sentence… I veered from my pride explaining my wife’s preferences to keep me aroused but never climax. I had started to complain. No. Of course I feel like I need to cum. But No. I never need to. Of course my balls ached. No. It’s ok. They won’t burst. Of course I wanted to spurt. No. I never need to cum hard. She can pour me out slowly without a single twitch. Those gentle emissions are good enough for me. No hint of orgasm is needed. My real life experience cemented what I knew but didn’t want to accept. I could be kept aching, drooling precum and craving to cum indefinitely. No worry. No concern. No hesitation. I only got praise for my submission and about my wife.

My PA piercing was drooling pure and clear precum. My balls were full and ached for months. I was given permission to remain denied orgasms.

I was cherished, my wife was wonderful, I was a good boy. Brave, honest, and compliant.

It was hard to hear the truth. I never need to cum.

Night Classes

"Yeah, I know I look good, loser. I don't need you to tell me that! Now all of these simpering compliments aren't getting my boots any cleaner are they?

So get on your hands and knees and start licking, bitch!

I want everyone to see how far you'll go to please me."

The cold look of disappointment. Boy, you’re heading into the shit.