Getting hard, going soft and then getting hard again. Over and over.He had only himself to blame for his predicament. It was almost two years ago that...he broached the topic of orgasm denial to her, which she thought was a ludicrous idea. He tried in vain to make it as palatable as possible to incorporate it into their very vanilla life. Six months to a year after that he was still testing the waters with her; with little progress. He actually started making headway when after she came during. He reached into His bag and pulled out a thin rod. I was told to lay on the edge of the bed, spread me ass cheeks. He used that rod to whip my asshole. I was screaming into the bedding, it was as first and very painful. Then He inserted a larger butt plug.He brought a piece of ginger root and had me go to peel it and shape it into a butt plug. He stood next to me as He explained what He wanted done with the ginger root. I wasn't sure what this was all about, but I found out as soon as I. Prying it open he finds a leather belt, no, it's too small to be a belt, a collar maybe? Whatever it is it's studded with pieces of chrome and has a plastic knob in the middle. The knob is stamped with numbers one to ten and looks like originally belonged to an old radio.Underneath all that are several sheets of notepaper. Unfolding then Jason reads,To whom it may concern,Greetings, you hold in your hands the culmination of my life's work and (at the risk of sounding immodest) the greatest. Let it be a fling- a rare and beautiful stolen moment. Right now, that moment was perfect. So let it stay perfect.My phone rattled on the table again. I had to get to it, silence it, before it woke Charlotte. I spat in the sink and dropped my toothbrush in its holder before making my way around to my side of the bed. I reached for the phone, but it buzzed again before I could take it. I heard Charlotte roll over in the dark.“Alan, who is it?” she asked.I squinted in the bright light of my phone.