Toys/m, implied F/m, mostly implied H/m, male quadrupedal gryphon, female quadrupedal gryphoness, herm anthropomorphic dragon, bondage, consensual, quadrupeds, teasing, estrus (heat)

	Having a Ball

	I woke with a start, not the least bit groggy, not waking from a natural nap but coming around at the end of a sleeping spell suddenly ended.  Despite this it still took a fraction of a second to realize why the room was totally dark before I figured that I was probably blinded.  I knew the game would begin as soon as I rose to my feet so I took careful stock of my situation.

	The floor was quite comfortable, smooth upon direct contact and soft underneath, as if a thin coating over a quality mattress.  I was surprisingly unbound for Owner's games, though still quite helpless, the only bindings on my legs seeming to be some sort of mittens on both pairs of my paws and talons. Upon touching them to myself I realized they were most likely latex over a thick padded material, very similar to the floor underneath me, forming them into spherical shapes useless for anything except standing upon.

	My feathered wings were furled up and kept comfortably so by straps that would not loosen with any amount of rustling, my beak unable to open from around a molded piece of material that pinned my tongue down and turned a quiet word into a nearly inaudible grunt.  No light reached my eyes through the hood but the soft sounds of my body moving reached my ears quite naturally, so I knew they weren't plugged or even covered at all.  The tuft of my leonine tail seemed stuck to a point on my back that kept my tail raised in an arc, out of the way and useless for grasping, and by simply tensing I could feel that a relatively small toy had taken residence beneath my tail.

	That tension gave rise to a familiar feeling of rigidity over my cock, so I rolled onto my stomach to verify my assumptions.  I was right, my erection was kept so, as well as un-stimulated externally, by a hard, clear, skin-tight coating that Owner used on me to ring, chastise, or both simultaneously.  A single grinding down against the floor showed that I could get no stimulation to my malehood no matter what I tried to do, though it did alert me to an odd feeling over my testicles I could not immediately identify.  I gyrated a few more times, feeling an odd muting and rustling near them, as well as something moving near my paws, however I couldn't figure out what was going on there.  I rested there on my front and perked my ears, listening closely while I prepared for the enjoyable ordeal.

	Owner liked to play games with us, myself and Kyah, and I knew for a fact that both of us, her willing toys, enjoyed them as well.  To prepare us for them, Owner always had a new, week-long regimen for us to follow, always indicative of the coming task though never so much as to give it away.  I usually spend the entire week with my sheath encased in what my cock was now, not allowing erection the entire time, while the regimen turned me on more and more each day I followed it.  Sometimes the preparations were actually meant to make the game more feasible, like the week Owner shape shifted larger and larger each day before taking me in the ass for an hour, unable to erect, strapped to a bench, all of which prepared me for... well, perhaps I'll scribe that story another time.  Suffice it to say I was happy that my tailhole was properly stretched.

	Owner, whose pronouns I purposely avoid most of the time considering "sie" is a hermaphrodite in hir natural form, is an anthropomorphic blue dragon(ess) when not transformed into something else.  This week Owner had simply put me in chastity, bound my legs to my body with comfortable straps, and slowly rolled my balls in her hand off and on while reading a novel.  With the simple knowledge that my testicles would in some way be major players in the upcoming game my imagination went wild, just like it always did, just as Owner intended.

	I was further baffled by the fact that Kyah had been absent for the entire time, starting about three days before my orgasm denial began.  We all lived in a single large building so her absence was more than a little unusual.  I noticed on the second day that she was absent and didn't appear bound up on display anywhere, as I had assumed the first day, and by the third I realized she wasn't even a new piece of furniture.  My chastity cut off any questions as I came to wonder if Kyah was some part of the game, and while I had the right to ask questions freely I chose to let it add to the mystery.

	Nothing would start until I stood up; most of the games began with some signal from me, usually something required to accomplish the goal, which usually was to get out of the room I was in.  I am never told how this is to be accomplished, though I say with only a small amount of pride that I'm a fairly swift-minded gryphon.  Owner knows this too, so the games are always at least mildly imaginative and require some logic.  There are penalties and rewards, though in this case they may be better described as consequences and... a lack of consequences in comparison.  I am generally given three hours to get out of whatever predicament I'm in, including the game I describe here, the penalty for failing being a full month without orgasming while being teased heavily each and every day.  The penalty for not actually trying to win and attempting to experience that month of chastity and teasing on purpose is a full year of it.

	I love orgasm denial--an important aspect of being taken on as Owner's property right from the beginning of the application process--and a month of it is pretty damn sexy.  It's also really nerve-wracking, especially in this hypersexual household; I'll do it maybe once a year, but I have to be in an interesting mood to ask for even two weeks.  A year of it...  Fantasizing about it gets me very turned on, but considering it rationally all but terrifies me.  I have no intention of ever experiencing that!

	Now mentally prepared for the task before me, as well as aroused by my first erection in a week, I stood up.  Nothing signified that this was observed but I knew the game was afoot.  A very slight weight was felt on my testes, my imagination flaring up for a moment, but I shook my head and concentrated on what I could feel, not what I could think up.  Standing still changed nothing so I took a small step forward with all four legs, still changing nothing.  The soft, spongy material inside the ball-mittens I wore dimpled where I stepped, spreading more of their surface over the floor and giving me no problems walking on them.  Taking a larger step changed things mid-stride as my sac suddenly felt tighter, as if being squeezed gently all over and pulled back away from me, though in reality I suddenly grasped that I was actually pulling on a tether that would keep me leashed to one spot.

	I tenderly leaned forward and soon noticed that the cord that attached by my balls was flexible, stretching as I leaned against it, and that as I pulled harder the spheres were squeezed together as well as drawn away from my body; I imagined a rubbery coating over it, designed to constrict when the tether attached to it became more and more taut.  It didn't even border on pain yet with how little I had moved so I gently moved forward until I did feel a bit of discomfort.  I reached my beak out as far as I could and moved it around slowly, testing to see if I could discover anything besides open air, and I found I couldn't.

	Just then I realized that the air in the room had changed and that my heart rate had increased, another inhalation confirming that a vapor was being vented into the room.  Kyah's disappearance was instantly explained when the smell was discerned to be her heat-scent, suffusing my sense, making me shiver all over at the combination of the aphrodisiacal and instinctual effects.  Without her present and in my bound state my natural urge to immediately pounce on her and fuck her senseless was curtailed but I was still immediately aroused far beyond what I had been moments earlier.  It took me at least a few seconds to notice that I had begun humping at the air slowly, not out of arousal but because it gave me my only possible masturbatory route: the massage of my testicles.

	Convinced that the game would not be so simple as to just walk as far as I could in any direction, stretching myself more and more, I walked backwards slowly until I felt all pressure fall from my balls, the tiny ache that had started in them before now washed completely away by arousal.  Now approximately at my starting point I began to shuffle sideways, rotating my body, perking my ears to see if I could hear the source of the smell by any sort of hissing.  Instead I discovered that as I turned to the right the right side of the material covering my testicles began to gently vibrate, slowly strengthening as I kept turning.

	The vibration suddenly cut off as I instead felt the rigid sheath covering my cock ripple fluidly from base to tip, a gentle milking motion, and then pause.  My hips reacted instantly, humping at the air twice, a soft whimper hitting the back of the gagging material inside my beak.  I paused there a while, and sure enough another of those ripples came to me about thirty heartbeats later, though this time I only gyrated in that direction once.  To complete my investigation I (reluctantly) continued my turn to the right, very quickly bringing about a vibration that focused on my left testicle, the squeezing of my shaft not repeating.  I continued turning until the vibrations died off, careful not to trip over the leash on my balls, and found I had come full circle as the feeling came from the right again.

	The constant supply of heat-scent in the room combined with my slow, steady experimentation with my plight had me worked up quite a bit, so by the time I came back around to get my cock squeezed again I humped the air at least a half-dozen times while fantasizing about covering Kyah and taking her hard and repeatedly until we were both sated.  I finally stopped fantasizing, wondering now how long I had been standing there and how long I had left to finish the game.  Now facing "the right direction" I began to walk forward again, slow and steady.  At the first sign of pressure on my balls I didn't stop for a moment, sallying forth.  I couldn't gauge how tight it was with my head in the clouds, pain dulled, but I was certain I was stretched further than I had ever gotten when things changed again.

	I planted my mittened right talon down and felt it wiggle there oddly, hearing a soft squeak arise.  I lifted it and placed it down again, noticing now that it was slippery for some reason, perhaps some sort of lubricant on the floor out at a certain radius.  In this time deciding what it was I noticed that the ripples over my shaft were now coming more often, though once every twenty heartbeats or so wasn't nearly enough for my tastes, especially since each only lasted about three-quarters of a second.  I claimed to myself that it was proof I was doing the right thing and since I had no choice but to continue I did so, planting my hind paws down a bit more firmly to make sure I didn't let my legs slip out from under me.  I managed to step forward again but as one rear mitten touched the slickness and my other was in the air I realized I had underestimated the lubricant.

	I suddenly began to slide backwards, the still painless tension on my balls enough to pull me toward my origin!  I planted my other hind paw down quickly but I did so right in the cause of my trouble and it in no way helped me as it also slid across the floor.  As if in mocking of my situation my backwards motion suddenly was punctuated by the toy in my ass buzzing suddenly in strong vibrations, the cock-sheath I wore rippling from tip to base once instead of the other way around, only doing so once.  When I stopped slipping backwards, my balls now only slightly pulled upon as friction won out, the vibrations stopped and I got another "normal" squeeze to my shaft, making me whimper again as I felt this was impossible.

	Knowing that Owner always gave us a fair chance to complete these little tests I started walking forward again, and soon realized that I could walk without any slipping!  Somehow the spreading of the liquid out on the floor had let it evaporate... or something.  I don't know the full extent of what Owner can do with magic, so for all I know this was some sort of script that had no real physics behind it.  As I shuffled forward, feeling the massaging of my length increase in pace much too slowly, I suddenly felt the liquid again with a forepaw.  I paused and mentally gauged, a difficult task when my hips wanted to hump each time I got another glorious squeeze, but I determined that it was about seventeen heartbeats between bouts of attention here; I was closer!  Or my heart rate had picked up even more, but I tried to ignore that possibility.

	As you can imagine I ended up sliding all the way back to where I came from after a few more steps, and soon I was trekking forward again, after recovering from my prostate just slightly vibrating the whole way.  This pattern repeated, getting closer and closer to my end goal, and by the fifth time my balls felt very sensitive, almost hurting and yet at the same time sending waves of eroticism through me.  I honestly don't know how many times I repeated this, hardly getting another four feet ahead each time, marveling at the odd elasticity of the most-likely magical tether that made all this possible.  I knew I was getting more and more accustomed to it and the leash was probably getting more and more stretched out with use, making it slightly easier each trip, preparing me for the end of the ordeal.  I also remember spending way too much time humping the floor on at least two occasions at the ends of backwards trips, getting incredibly desperate to orgasm.

	Finally, finally my beak touched something, something that felt like a small metal object on the end of a thin metal rod.  It turned out to be a ring as thick around as two of Owner's fingers together made of a textured rubber just slightly thinner than its anchoring metal.  The only manipulation I could lever upon it in my bound state was to place the slightly hooked tip of my upper beak through the ring and try to pull on it.  Immediately my mittens became slippery again, just enough that by keeping my neck in place my beak through the hook kept me from sliding backwards; I only managed this the first time by luck but manage it I did.

	For five full seconds I posed there, tense, the attention on my cock paused, my heart racing as I wondered if I was done and would soon get to claim Kyah (or in my needy mind, "the hen") as my prize.  The source of the heat pheromones was directly in front of me, you see, so I was getting the full brunt of it posed as I was.  By this point my balls were truly aching but I'm just masochistic enough (that is to say, just barely at all) that it in no way turned me off, instead heightening my arousal just that little bit more.  Some part of me decided that the mittens were the real culprit and that there had been no liquid at all since they had suddenly became slippery now for no reason, but logical thought wasn't foremost on my mind at that moment and I didn't dwell on it.

	At the end of that timeless, five second pause, a very blank, emotionless voice sounded all around me.  It simply said, "Nine minutes, fifty-eight seconds, and counting," though I didn't hear the last two words the first time.  Without warning the previous ripples were replaced with what felt distinctly like Owner's maw, bereft of teeth as sie sometimes shape shifted to better use hir lips for such pursuits, wrapped around my cock and suckling fervently.  The pressure on my sac stayed constant but the spheres within were suddenly being rolled by what felt like Owner's fingers, just as had been done during my preparations for this very event, though a tender squeeze started it off.  In the same moment the vibrator in my rear kicked up to full gear as well as increasing its size half-again, seemingly pressing directly to my prostate.

	Well that was more than enough to make me gasp and the instant I arched my head I began to slide backwards.  The suction cut off and I got one of those "backwards" cock-ripplings, my balls felt only the steady, then diminishing pressure on them, and the vibrations in my ass cut down to one quarter the power as it deflated in size.  That time I didn't just stand and passively slide backwards, I fervently tried to run forward, back to the pleasure I knew would be enough to make me orgasm in under a minute.  It was fruitless, and only when the backwards sliding died off did friction fully return, which soon had me running forward again with all possible haste, ignoring how it felt on my poor, abused testicles.  I moved so quickly I actually went just enough off course to get the leftward vibration going again, causing me to correct my course but not slow down at all.

	I did finally slow down when I realized I was nearing my previous testicular tension, reaching my beak out and feeling around carefully.  Finding it I placed my legs out into a steady stance, stopped a slight shake I felt in my hind legs from eager anticipation of the pleasure to come, and then placed my beak tip through the ring again.  "Nine minutes, fifty eight seconds, and counting," came from all over again, letting me know that it wasn't a countdown to how much time I had left to finish before failure as well as telling me that I had to deal with a full ten minutes of this in a single go to succeed.

	It started again just then, the delightful suction, the heightening ball-rolling, and the intense vibrations from the re-expanded anal toy.  My neck held still that time, or at least it held still enough, and I only gave a half-roll of my hips before my sheer will prevented any more movement.  I was determined to not just escape but to continue to make Owner proud like all the other times; this was the hardest game so far, and was certain to make hir very pleased at her toy.  There would be a reward like every other time, and I suspected it would be to get permission to use Kyah's sex however I wanted for a (long) stretch of time; I want to make Owner happy, but my instincts held the reward in higher regard at that time, I'm ashamed to admit.

	It was incredible, the most shocking change of low stimulation to high stimulation I'd ever felt, standing there and just quaking in incredible sexual tension as my cock felt like it was getting fellated heavily, the faux-mouth moving up and down it tightly, even warmth and dampness being translated to me by the magical sheath simulating it all; sometimes it would suckle on just the tip for a half-second, the first time making me half-roll my hips again in surprise.  My balls being rolled was almost gratuitous at that point but it did add to my pleasure, both from the direct stimulation and from the memories of Owner doing so to me for hours, welcome memories.  The vibrations in my ass also were attached to imagery, especially from a previous game I'd endured, but mostly it was just causing my pulse to heighten and for more pre-cum to drool from my cocktip, a hole that appeared at the tip of the external sheath allowing it to extend to the floor.

	I was getting close fast and I was very determined to not go crazy during it and thrust rampantly, refusing to lose my grip and slide backwards.  As always, however, I underestimated my first orgasm after denial and teasing and this time it was much worse, the pheromones now lining my nostrils so that I was sure I'd be smelling them for weeks.  I shrieked into my gag and rampantly fucked the empty air, the fourth thrust of my hips enough to jostle my head upward and off the hook, the angles spraying seed onto the floor and my underside in unknown proportions, the comparatively tender teasing during the slide back gently letting me down from it.

	Thanks to my lion side, however, I'm capable of orgasming around a dozen times in a single encounter, and right now I was sure I could double that if put to the test, so this orgasm only took the barest of edges off my lust.  It did give me enough clarity to realize that I might run out of time before I'm nearly milked well enough to recover from the incredible state of arousal I was in and I quickly moved back toward the ring.  I didn't stray off again, instead getting "hooked" back up within the shortest amount of time up till then.

	As I suspected I heard the announcement that I had ten minutes of this to go and then it started all over again.  My second orgasm took longer to build up than the first though I barely felt any less determination to get it, the slight increase of sensitivity from the previous disappearing quickly.  I was forced to learn better control of my thrusting from the game and my hips hardly moved more than six inches from my pose during it.  My suspicion that the stimulation had increased in speed and strength was put aside as simply overestimating it due to post-orgasmic sensitivity, the lack of a break between orgasms highlighting this, but I could deal with it at the time.  The mouth moving, suckling, squeezing with its lips, the constant rolling and surprise squeezes of my sac, the vibrations in my tailhole that seemed to make it gyrate in a several millimeter pattern that constantly ground the toy against my prostate...  I wanted to move a lot more than I did, I can assure you.

	After the third orgasm I was absolutely certain that the stimulations were increasing in tempo to compensate for my slowly diminishing sperm reserves and force more orgasms out of me while I posed, waiting for physical release along with the seminal ones I had already been earning.  It felt unnaturally oversensitive though, making my hips twitch and tremble in miniscule urges to avoid some of the somewhat intense sensations I felt from the slick mouth running over my cock quite rapidly.  I had experienced sensation enhancement before at Owner's control, one time used against me to tickle me senseless when I'm normally all but totally un-ticklish, and I was certain now that this self-forced milking was going to be augmented by more and more sensitivity in conjunction with extra speed...  I was worried.

	Just seconds after that third orgasm, around the time I came to the previous conclusion, I heard the voice peal out with a, "Five minutes remaining as of... now," and then disappear.  I squirmed in a mixture of emotions at that, pleased I had made it halfway, worried about how much longer it would seem with the coming over-stimulation, convincing myself that I still had to have more than five minutes to complete the game instead of failing it during the home stretch.  The increasing sensitivity combined with the extra speed caused my fourth orgasm to build much more quickly than I would have thought it could, but then I'd never been milked at top speed while filled to the brim with enough heat pheromones to make my blood boil.

	I had the pattern down pretty well by then, miniature rolls of my hips used as the alternative to the full-bodied thrusts I wanted to perform, tail tuft twitching randomly on my back.  The fourth orgasm, or rather the consequent over-stimulation just after, had me quaking and just barely raising my hind paws up, one at a time, wanting a break but unable to take one for fear of another ten minutes being too long!  I actually felt the moment the attentions sped up that time, my eyes cringing beneath the hood, my beak squeezing on the stuff that kept me from crying out.  I may have been having my boundaries pushed but you must not worry that at any time this became non-consensual; it was intense but never once did I feel badly toward Owner for any of this.

	The mouth was moving faster now than Owner's possibly could have, or so my mind claimed at the time, my balls feeling like the cord holding onto them was being twanged to give them extra jerks of pressure, the vibrations from my ass making me imagine my whole rear end blurry despite how unlikely that was.  I whimpered several times as my fifth orgasm just started to build up, my neck aching from how tense I was keeping it to ensure my beak didn't raise during my ever-increasing squirmings.  I'm absolutely certain my beak tip slipped slightly during that climax, but it wasn't enough to dislodge me, even though my hips seemed to move almost as much as they did during my first release.  I whimpered again, louder, as my hips wouldn't stop twitching in the over-stimulation immediately after; I was certain that I couldn't last through the next one, the urge to pull away too strong.

	I now resisted the urge to orgasm, trying to clear my mind, to concentrate on a single point of light I was causing between my eyes by squeezing them so hard, attempting to ignore how my cock kept tensing up, how the lips seeming to suckle on me would purposely focus on just the tip now and then to try and cause me to jerk back and dislodge myself, how each moment it felt like the inflated shaft up my rear might start thrusting at any moment.  It was fruitless of course, my mind starting to turn the white shapes into the imagery of Kyah's sex drooling in lust, of her writhing in some delicious bondage situation for Owner, begging or whimpering her wish to beg or possibly silenced altogether by magic, unable to show how much she wanted stimulation except by the constant humping of her hips...

	My sixth orgasm was fast approaching, and nothing seemed to slow it down, but just as I started to get quite close I was shocked by the voice returning.  "Three, two, one...  Huzzah."  I was much too relieved to be amused by the emotionless voice quietly stating a word normally exclaimed, all pressure and stimulation on my balls stopping instantly while the vibrations cut down to their lower setting as if I was moving backwards.  My cock was still suckled but much slower, a nice, simmering level that finally gave me a break but didn't let me truly cool down.  I tentatively raised my beak and didn't slide anywhere, having no reason to fear it but the habit had been driven into me quite strongly in the last... how long had it been?  My stomach lurched as I suddenly remembered that I needed to escape the room to win!  With the leash gone there was only one thing left to do; find a wall and follow it!

	Two full steps forward found the wall the rod of metal was emerging from and I quickly walked along the wall, my side against it to feel my way along.  The room felt huge and cylindrical, perhaps the basement of a nearby tower or more likely just a small pocket space placed in a room that was actually much smaller than what it contained.  I don't know how far I had moved when I suddenly felt open space on my side and turned in that direction, bounding forward out what was always in the past a short hallway that lead to the next room, the place where I'd celebrate my freedom!

	Just as I knew I was crossing the boundary I was halted in place by a sudden uniform grip on my throat from all directions, not unlike a posture collar, and then a laugh arose from a few dozen feet in front of me; it was Owner, there in person.  "I always plan your rewards and the full extent of your punishments for failure, but I also plan for the incredibly unlikely chance that you'll succeed but not quite make it out all the way.  I never thought it would happen but here we are!  You won't be chastised for a month, you've earned escape from that, but you do deserve punishment for not leaving the room expediently."  The weight of my beak suddenly increased for no apparent reason even as I twisted my neck, trying to free myself reflexively even though I had no intentions of disobeying Owner.

	"Kyah missed you," Owner said vaguely a moment before I felt my head suddenly held in place and an odd movement from the end of it.  Suddenly there was a groan from in front of me, something rustling against my beak, and the scent of heat...  I had thought it was intense before, but I was wrong, my inexperience with it obvious to me all at once as all conscious thought was again momentarily robbed from me, my hips immediately humping at the air as I could all but feel my balls swelling with suddenly redoubled production.

	Owner had caused a dildo to grow at the end of my beak, joined to the inflexible material that kept my beak shut over the gag that kept me from crying out to Kyah.  The obviously incredibly pent up gryphoness immediately began humping my face with as much energy I was putting into humping the air, and as I started to shuffle my legs I realized that had become sealed to the floor.  I jerked on them instead then, both in an instinctual attempt to move atop Kyah and in my urge to explore my bondage, heightening my arousal at the situation.  The previously simmering level of suction and vibration had become incredibly teasing instead, milking pre-cum from me rather than semen, the former dribbling from my cocktip profusely.

	"Kyah had to work very hard to produce all the juices I needed to play our game today, and she hasn't orgasmed once since her heat started.  She said earlier that it's been the hardest week of her life, but she also thanked me for it.  This was within minutes of begging me to let her orgasm, of course, but you know how things go...  Anyway, I'm rewarding her by letting her use your face as much as she wants for as long as she wants, and only after she's finally gone to sleep will you be allowed to get off again.  Enjoy!"  At that final word I whimpered loudly in desperation and struggled hard, even as my hips gyrated, my shaft bobbed, and my anus clenched on the toy teasing inside it.  Owner had very good timing as it was just then that Kyah had her first orgasm since I'd seen her, her hips thrusting rampantly against my beak before, during, and after it without seeming to slow at all.

	I didn't know it yet, but I slowly learned that the reward for Kyah orgasming was a five percent increase in the pleasuring I was getting.  I found out after this was all through that Owner had placed an enchantment upon Kyah giving her supernatural stamina, giving her plenty of time to get out all her frustrations.  I never found out how long I stayed there or how many orgasms Kyah actually had, but it seemed like hundreds to my crazed mind.  I kept mentally forming the picture of that fake shaft moving in and out of the drooling cunny I could only smell and feel through minute vibrations, paws "clawing" at the floor though really just moving the foam around inside the mittens that kept me helpless.  Thrusting was my main goal in life for that period of time, whimpering, struggling, and humping at the air while wishing it would reward me with friction.

	I think the worst of the entire ordeal came when I finally got enough stimulation to orgasm but Owner's words were enforced magically as if they were a contract: I couldn't get any more relief until Kyah was all finished up and finally slipped off to sleep.  Just imagine how you'd feel if you were bound with your legs spread out, head helplessly used as a fucktoy by the one being in the world you wanted to screw the most, constantly held on the edge of orgasm by slow, steady fellating and vibrations that you had no ability to either increase or decrease in quality or quantity...  If writing this wasn't one of Owner's commands as part of a regimen for our next game then the arousal caused by thinking about how incredibly frustrated I was would surely be sated at this very moment!

	Hours later I was finally given an orgasm that felt like it was my first for the week all over again.  Owner was there to make sure I got more than that, though, the end of my punishment lasting for another hour of intense milking, the enchantment on the sheath increasing my sensitivity all the while, and I had no route of escape even remotely possible.  I'm not sure if I squirmed more when I was mindlessly aroused or when I was insanely over-stimulated but I do know that it didn't help either time.  I must have been quite the sight, alternately jerking up on one leg and then another like a cat with tape on each paw, though in my case I was trying to find an escape route from the twentieth orgasm as each little bit of friction made me twitch and hump forward to try and escape its presence on my cocktip, though my bodily motions wouldn't change the way that it actually felt.

	Writing about all this is incredibly unfair with your sheath encased in solid material while your partner in toydom is across the room receiving orgasmic cunnilingus, combined with you having no idea what writing has to do with an upcoming game you fear could be harder than the last one.

Thank you for reading! My e-mail address is gleesilv and that address is at nycap.rr.com (sorry for the spam dodging).

Copyright Glee Silverwind 2006