Edge Off Edge On

At that point he could very well be so pent-up, so needy, so desperate that he bears little semblance to the man he was three months earlier.

But what if even then the pressure wasn't released? What if midway through January his most recent explosive orgasm was still merely a distant memory from over three months ago?

At that point his need for her would be all-consuming, wouldn't it?

His vulnerability beyond levels he ever could have imagined?

The mere sight of her would leave him breathless. The gentleness of her touch would make him tremble. The murmur of her voice would leave him frazzled and dizzy.

In other words, she would have him exactly the way she wanted him.

So, when she saw him today, that look of utter helplessness on his face, the way the mere sight of her was almost more than he could take, nearly breaking him... she knew it was time to take this poor man to the next level.

Gathering him up in her arms soothingly, comforting him, she sympathetically cooed, "I know baby, I get it. It's all been so much for you, hasn't it? First October... then November... and then, I bet you never would have imagined going all the way through December too, huh sweetie?"

"No," he whimpered in a voice so broken it made her smile.

"And now, half way through January, you're still waiting... aching... wondering if maybe this will be the month when your poor heavy balls will finally get some relief, aren't you?"

"Yes," he confessed softly.

"Mmm, poor thing," she cooed. "I hate to see you suffering like this. Always looking at the calendar. Always wondering will this be the month when finally.... finally... your poor, poor cock gets the orgasm it's been wanting so badly? Baby, I don't want you to have to keep going through that, day after day, so I'm going to help you."

"Thank god," he sighed in relief. "Thank you, thank you so much."

"Of course honey," she replied sweetly. "So, starting today, no more talk about months, dates, calendars, none of it. No more talk at all of when you might cum next. All that does is set you up for disappointment, so from now on... we're just going to focus solely on how you're not cumming anymore and enjoy that."

"I... I'm sorry??," he stammered in disbelief.

"Mmm hmm," she purred. "Let's not ruin how wonderful it is that you're not cumming anymore by thinking about when you might. So from now on, no more calendars, no more dates, no more thoughts of when, or if, you might cum next..."

"Oh... my... god," he whimpered at the sound of the word 'if'.

Tugging his head into her cleavage and cradling him close, she whispered, "It'll be so simple for you now, sweetheart. Just know that there's no more cumming for you. At all. Not anymore. That's all in the past for you now honey... for good. So, no more need for you to keep track of when it might happen next."

She grinned at his muffled whimper, continuing, "But don't worry, if I ever feel like you need to cum I promise that you'll know, but until then it's just aching, frustration, and that wonderful feeling of wanting to cum so, sooo bad. That's all there is for you now, honey."