part one of the Toby Training Tales can be read here.
The moment Toby crossed the threshold of my candle-lit study, the air itself seemed to tighten around his zipper.
“Close the door, darling,” I purred, letting my voice linger like silk over bare skin. “From this second forward, your cock answers to me.”
He gulped—I felt it more than I saw it—and the game of cock control game began.
The Contracting Pulse
“Strip to your t-shirt and underwear, fold each garment, then kneel.”
While he obeyed, sliding his leather belt free, counting buttons, exposing the faint tremor in his abdomen, I watched the cotton tent already forming. A perfect target, I thought and smiled to myself.
“Hands behind your head. Good. Now breathe In through your nose only; every exhale should brush the waistband of your boxers. If that fabric moves, you earn your first cock-control correction.”
His pupils dilated. The cotton fluttered… once.
“Correction One.” I traced one violet-polished nail down the hollow of his Throat. “You will stay hard For me without twitching for sixty seconds. If you soften even a millimeter, the count restarts. Understood?”
“Yes… Mistress.” As he used The honorific, his voice cracked; music to my ears.
The Pendulum Promise
From the drawer, I withdrew a slim, matte-black metronome and set it to 45 bpm, the exact cadence of a worshipping heart.
“Eyes on the swinging arm. Each tick is a permission stroke; each tock is a denial. You may only pleasure yourself on the tick, and must freeze on the tock. We’ll continue until you can recite my full title without a stutter.”
Toby’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he fisted himself once… then stilled. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Sweat beaded at his temples; his thighs quivered like tuning forks.
“Refer to me again by my title, pet.”
“Mistress Vanessa, Guardian of… of…” Tock. *He twitched past the freeze; another infraction.
“Correction Two. Add twenty beats.” I smiled, adjusting the dial slower. 40 bpm. 30. 20. Every elongation stretched his ache more sweetly.
Ribbon & Reflex
When his discipline finally held steady for two full minutes, I leaned in, breath grazing his ear.
“You’re learning the first rule of cock-control: my pace, my pause, your desperation.”
A velvet ribbon appeared between my fingers. “Hands out.” i bound his wrists, then looped the free end around the base of his erection—not tight enough to harm, just snug enough to remind: blood in, brain out, power: mine.
“Stand. Walk to the window. The city’s watching, but they can’t see the ribbon leash tucked beneath your shirt. Yet one visible hard-on and the game ends with ice, not heat.”
He shuffled, mortified and electrified. I sipped coffee, admiring the outline, as he tried sheepishly to camouflage his erection.
I am so going to love teasing and tormenting this one, I thought as I felt my clit twitch.
Stay tuned for part three of the Toby Training Tales…