Story 2 by Hans

He didn't dare move at all.  The spreader bar would not let him move much anyway as She continued with him.
    “Now we shall begin.  Do you know what we will begin with, boy?”
    “No, Mistress.”
    “How many times a day do you masturbate?  Be honest.  I will know.”
    He froze up just a bit by the tone of Her question.  He hadn't expected something this personal and embarrassing to get out right away.  He fumbled for a brief moment as his mind swam.  His arms still tied above him.  His eyes still blindfolded.  The scent of Her shampoo lingering so close to him was making it hard for him to focus.
    “I...uh...I...”
    It was sharp and swift.  Even though it was with Her hand, She was skilled enough to know how to make it hurt.  The sting awakened his body.  The fog in his mind was instantly clear.  She didn't even say anything after the hit.  The answer just flowed.
    “Twice a day, Mistress.”
    Her chuckle made him blush.  She came closer, the silk of her robe a poor disguiser of Her womanly form pressing back behind him.  Running Her hands down his body, over his stomach and on either side of his throbbing cock.  Her whisper drove weakness to his knees.  He gripped the cuffs above him to not show it.
     “My, my...healthy boy, aren't you?”
    She gave a playful slap to his bum this time and moved around in front of him.  After having been so close...touching him, She was able to go back to a tone that was matter-of-fact.
    “Have you ever heard of orgasm control, boy?”
    “Yes, Mistress.”
    “Do you know why the word 'control' is used and not just 'denial'?”
    “No, Mistress.”
    A slight smirk crossed Her lips.  One that could not be seen through his blindfold.  She again moved closer.  Pressing Her body in front of him this time, letting his arousal brush against the silk.
    “Unfortunately, to control your mind, boys tend to need this controlled as well.  And I will have your mind, understood?”
    “Yes, Mistress.”
    “Control is used because I could make you not orgasm at all.  Or I could make you orgasm five times without stopping.”
    A gasp escaped his lips.  Involuntary.  He instantly remembered an experience from some years earlier.  A girlfriend that would not stop for a few moments after his orgasm.  The sensitivity causing mind-numbing pain.   His gasp clearly pleased Her.  Her body instantly became warmer against his.  The control She gained by causing the reaction turned Her on.  Their bodies were in balance.  Hers the control, his the controlled.
    “I take it from your reaction you know just what happens when I keep going.”
    As She spoke, she gently grazed Her hand up his entire length.  Not giving enough for pleasure, but certainly giving enough contact to get what She wanted from him...another moan.
    His moan this time came in the form of an answer.  Breathy and weighted down only by the fog returning to his mind.  A different kind of fog...one that knew he was only to answer and react for Her.
    “Yes, Mistress.”
    Her fingers twirled from his stomach all the way up to his face.  Nurturing, comforting, but only so far as to let him know he'd still suffer for Her, but She would always put him back together.
    “There. There.  Don't worry, boy.  That can only happen if you orgasm.  And you won't be doing that for at least another week, now will you?”
    “No, Mistress.”
    “And just to make sure...”
    She drew a key from a necklace.  It was still warm from it's time against her bosom.  She ran it down along his cheek and down to his thighs.
    “You're going to learn how to work very hard for this key.”  
    With that, She pulled out the device...