It's just not right...

Unfortunately, it's official--I cannot cum unless he tells me to. I'm pretty sure that some sort of vibrational device would change that, but shhh--he'll take that too. It's my reserve bicycle.

And you know, he just had to prove himself right.

He gave me blanket permission, "Lets have a race to see who can cum first. You can cum whenever you want!" And I'm thinking, "ooh goody, I got this!" Uh huh.

Ten minutes later, "I told you that you could whenever you want you know." Argh! "you told me I could what???" Yea, he didn't go for it.

Fifteen minutes later, "I told you that you can't cum without me telling you to even if you want to..."
Thirty seconds later, "Can to!!!"

Five minutes later I'm desperate and he's laughing at me. Laughing! Who laughs at someone during sex? Yea...
And he rubs it in some more, "you have permission, so why don't you? You're close to losing you know."

So I started to beg. And in his infinite meanness compassion, he says "Sure, go for it! You have permission."

If I was in charge...

"No! That's not what I mean. Please TELL me to!*!*!"

I swear I could see his evil grin in the dark as he said, "First admit that you can't cum unless I tell you to."

"Okay okay, you win! I can't cum unless you tell me to! PLEASE!!!"

Apparently he is not completely lacking a conscience.