Competition Breeds Excellence in Captivity

Three orgasms later I was completely spent, but Zarina was not done yet. She still had two loads to go, but we both could sense the sunset deadline rapidly approaching. I was lying motionless on the bed, my head rolling around side to side. Zarina was doing her best to coo, swinging her bandaged breasts in my face and encourage me to go again, but she was consciously avoiding touching me at all. To get me raring to go in a previous round she had already resorted to whipping her own clit with a riding crop and vocalizing how much it hurt and how much she loved it. Finally she dropped the act and said in her natural voice:

“Hey, you’re the one who wanted to cum 10 times today. I clearly don’t make the rules around here.”

I groaned and said, “Maybe you shouldn’t have made me cum so hard. Or gone easier on squeezing the life out of my dick.”

“Uh, you’ve always tortured me when my performance doesn’t measure up?”

“Touché. But I think you’ve realized you don’t have to go full-throttle all the time and that sometimes I’m in the mood for something slower and gentle.”

“What can I say, I’m in a hurry….” 

Zarina gave a weak smile and then sat back dejectedly, looking down at her abraded breasts and mons. Without looking up she said softly, “I’m not going to make the time, am I….?” 

We both said nothing for a few moments, then Zarina continued, “Maybe you’re right that I screwed myself with my approach at the beginning.”

Neither of us had a way to check the time before the alarm announced sunset, but I was being honest when I said, “Eh, I reckon you could still make it, but it’ll be close.”

Zarina put her hands together to beg me and lost her composure, “Why can’t you see?! It’s not me! It’s you!!! I’ve done every damn trick you’ve taught me! And then some! To get you off! It’s not fucking fair! Earlier today you burned the skin off my boobs just because you were feeling too sore to get hard again! Then you ordered me to make you cum 5 more times since! Why should I be brutally punished, when it’s not my fault?! For the second time today!!! PLEASE… I know you enjoyed today, especially when I rode you earlier. Give me just a little more time… or a timeout while you recover!” 

“…I’m not hearing a proposition. Have I ever given you something for nothing?”

Zarina was breathing hard and stared down. I could hear her brain whirling at 10,000 RPM. Then her consciousness came tumbling out: 

“…ok, ok….. Look, I have nothing more to offer! There’s nothing I can do that I haven’t done already or you can just do to me anyway. I can’t think of any new sick ideas, because my brain isn’t possessed like yours! I know you won’t show me any mercy, but, please, just listen to my logic: sex isn’t enjoyable for you right now. Why don’t you wait until it’s fun again? Isn’t there some hang up in the male parasympathetic nervous system where the more you try to compel your dick, the harder it is to get it up? Let’s focus on something else for a while instead. It’s not like you’re changing the rules if you give me the same amount of time to make to cum two more times. Like, if I’ve got 20 minutes until sunset now, what’s the difference if I have 20 minutes at 8 O’clock?

“The difference is we both get a couple hour break, so it’s easier for you to win.”

“But you’re the one who wins! Every time! All damn day! You’re the one who orgasms. All I get is nothing! That is, something bad doesn’t happen to me…. So that’s all I have to offer you. Sex. Just give me a timeout until you can have more. Please! Just wait until you want to fuck me again.”

“You think I would rather wait to be able to fuck you, than torture you with capsaicin drops that I have been anticipating the delivery of and dreaming up scenarios for weeks now?”

Zarina’s bullet train of speech halted on a dime. Her head and shoulders slouched and her face darkened. She could think of nothing more to say. I gave her entreaty some consideration: “Hmmm…ok, you’re right that I’m not in any shape to enjoy anything for a bit. My erection would hurt if I got hard watching the capsaicin burn you. I’ll grant you a timeout until I’m ready to go again.” 

I heard the digital chime of the artificial intelligence timer recognizing my diction and pausing the countdown. 

“But only if you can make it worth my while.”

Zarina rolled her eyes and sighed, “Fuck! C’mon, I mean, look at my pussy! I whipped myself so hard the skin’s still bleeding! I’ve already given you all my holes! What more can I do?!”

“Well, if you need ideas for torture, I’ve given you a few months’ worth….”

Zarina’s expression froze for a second. I could see the fact register in her eye.  I had unintentionally given away roughly how much time had passed since she been kidnapped. I couldn’t be too hard on myself—a man becomes careless after living out his fantasies. Besides, what harm was there in a someone knowing how long they had been a slave, really? I’m sure it felt like longer to Zarina. 

“But, but... you just admitted your cock is clearly in no state no matter how much pain I cause myself…!”

Zarina sounded like she was trying to cover up that she had caught my mistake. No point for me to admit fault here.

“True, that’s why I’m agreeing to a timeout. But my mind is always ready.”

Zarina sighed and crawled into my lap, rolling on to her right side to keep her weight off her bandaged breasts. She pulled herself together, put on a smirk and winked at me.

“In the meantime…I know the optimal charging spot for Master’s big cock.”