Hotel Valencia Ch. 02

I should mention that with all her stroking and handling me, she did not use lube of any kind. Instead she applied liberal quantities of talc (actually cornstarch) to everything involved. She had a large container on the table, and would dip her hand in it before and during any procedure. "It's less messy." she told me. I liked the feel. Made a note to self: "get some Kingsford's next grocery run."

She went on explaining what she was doing as she continued to jack me off.

"If you'll notice, the very top of the device has a hole... see there?"

I didn't want to bother, but I glanced down and grunted "Uuh yeah."

"The 'groom's girdle' as I call it, has that little vent as a safety... in case of any accidental spurting."

Some more powder, more fondling and then, "Oh my, I almost forgot! we're gonna need to secure your hands and feet, so you don't thrash about inadvertently... We don't want any injuries, now do we?"

With that, she brought out two sturdy velcro ties and proceeded to fasten one around my ankles, and the other around my arms behind me.

"Is this really necessary?" I muttered, "You know I wanna cooperate."

"I know, sweetie. It's just a precaution for your own safety, should you get carried away and lose control... Plus, in order to get the best results, you can't be allowed to touch yourself. Okay hon?"

"Okay."

She went back to stroking and I leaned my head back, eyes closed, feeling all these incredible sensations. My whole body was starting to tremble as tingling thrills surged up and down my spine. My dick was getting so hard it felt like it might break if she tried to bend it. Blue veins stood out firmly up and down the shaft but she just went on stroking and rubbing. Fast then slow, squeezing hard then softly, all in a strange unpredictable rhythm. All the while, the cap was firmly installed to my dick-head. Presumably, it was to prevent or delay orgasm by squeezing the sponge-like tissue down to the smallest size possible.

This stroking went on relentlessly for several long minutes, during which she would point my shaft in different directions, pulling it sideways or down as far as it could go, then letting it snap back with an audible slap to my belly.

"Ouch!"

"Now now sweet boy, a little pain is sometimes necessary... I'm sure you can take it."

All I could utter was a muffled "Mmph." as I realized this was becoming more than 'a little pain'... By now the friction was starting to chafe my tender skin, and the swelling of my hard-on just plain hurt. Moments of pain followed by intermittent bouts of pure carnal enjoyment. Gentle caressing alternated with rough manhandling. Within a few seconds, I would go from delicious erotic excitement to over-stimulated irritation which prevented any thought of orgasm.

She also would grab my scrotum, circling the neck with thumb