Veniunt, Serviunt, Ejiciunt
(To Come… To Serve… And To Ejaculate )
I know we may all have our own views about how to celebrate Platinum Jubilee, but here at the BDSM Laboratory I decided that my slave for the day would fully fulfil his patriotic duty and mark the prestigious red, white and blue Jubilee event by fulfilling my wish for him ‘To Come, to serve and to ejaculate’ as many times as I wished.
I donned my red latex corset with one aim in mind, to obtain seventy orgasms as a mark of respect for HRH’s s seventy years on the throne so a very special number that needs representing Laboratory style …well, this is a fetish emporium of the flesh after all as we must all do our due diligence.
From my position on my bondage throne, I warned my slave that he would be required to be relentlessly drained, and that his cock was in for the long haul.
That day as its contribution to serving the white fluid production needs of our proud nation. It was, to be honest, something of a tall order but one must have aims and objectives.
I must confess that his 70 orgasms challenge did involve something of a communications mix-up, although it started so well.
As soon as he arrived in the BDSM Laboratory I put him in strict bondage and almost immediately obtained his first extraction and ejaculation before he had even managed to show me a decent stand tall for the ‘inspection parade’
…more of a drooping of the colour as I’m pleased to report that my prior programme training of ‘climaxing without erection’ duty worked to perfection.
At this point I had pre-planned to inject the (clients own) injectable Viagra to acquire the ‘Keep Hard and Carry on’ effect.
A slight ‘lost in translation’ moment happened, possibly due to the lack of his hearing aids, perhaps the gag that was tightly fitted or perhaps his missing glasses and a hood requires none of these be present.. ,
“20-mls?” I casually said and he enthusiastically nodded
“Yes.” So, kaboom, in goes the 20mls.
It was the sudden look at the double sharp stab that suddenly gave me this feeling of a shared ‘Ooooh’ moment.
The look in his eyes I will, I admit, never forget. The confusion arose, which I suspect you may have guessed, was because I was asking him how much he wanted me to inject in one dose… and he wrongly assumed that I was talking about the contents of the 20-mil syringe that was supposed to last him for the entire day.
So, basically, he got the full day’s injection in one hit.
That’s no problem in terms of his health and wellbeing, but because he knew the entire day would be about orgasm after orgasm, he had intended it to be spread for erections throughout the day.
Woops! oh, dear, how sad, what a pity, never mind! I will not betray the final totals, admittedly quite far short of the 70 marker but certainly a good attempt.
Regardless the day was filled with a level of Cool Britannia…
The slave eye’s view was helped along with some brand-new liquid lenses that were a resounding hit.
The blue light of the room danced around the interior of his hood and those gooey moving gel filled orb lenses casting all kinds of kinky quirky views. The day was fitting tribute to red, white and blue.
He left on an endorphin high, with a blissed-out smile on his face. I do hope he managed to find his way home eventually. Wandering around, as he was, with an erection you could hang a coat on.
