She returned minutes later, placing something on the nightstand, then opened and closed a drawer.“Glad you’re still here.” The bed bounced as sh...e got on, swinging a leg over mine. A hand caressed my chest while she softly kissed my lips. “There’s something very erotic about having a sexy naked body, bound and blindfolded, on my bed, his cock twitching in anticipation… of what I don’t know.”The bed shifted and I smelled… strawberries?“Take a bite. It’s a special flavored strawberry,” Abby. He was a superb engineer and also a very good raconteur. The ladies soon forgot about appearances as Tom took them back in time to the end of the nineteenth century and his stories of firefighting and the equipment they used and some of the fires and rescues the engine had attended. He'd copied the old logbook still extant in a South London station and could build word pictures in their minds that kept them enthralled. Of course they also tried to wheedle from him how he'd spent the previous. When my temper had subsided I pulled her down and laid her sobbing quietly on the stone floor while I had another drink and planned my next move.Why was I so angry? I don't know. When you really want to enjoy something and it doesn't go right you lash out don't you? Like a spoilt kid I suppose. I mean, it wasn't the bitches' fault that I came quick, was it? She didn't ask to be fucked, did she? Then again well, it's her job to provide what I need at the time, yes?"Come on; get up, no time to. I promise you that. So you have to decide: Is masturbating once or twice a day a better sex life that having my full attention to your denial 24-hours a day? Is having your penis locked away until I decide to let you have an erection and an orgasm the way you want to live your life from now on?" I don't know." I replied."Yes or no?"I paused. "Yes" This is about as cruel a thing as I can ever imagine doing to a man in the prime of his sexual life. I love you very much, and if this total control.