Tipping Point -- Chapter 1: Blow by Blow

She moves the hand that she used to massage his weenie's tip toward his balls. Gently she massages them. His hips jerk again. His anus tightens. His anus is on fire.
“Are you a bitch in heat?”
It's unbearable. “Please make it stop. His ass is burning. He need to cum.”
“Good. Your pussy is supposed to burn when you are a bitch in heat”.
“Are you a bitch in heat?”
“I am.”
His hips jerk forward, again and again and again.
He yells, “Yes! YES! YES! YES! he is a bitch in heat.”
He screams, “MISTRESS! PLEASE!”
He desperately wants to cum but he can't with the sounding rod in his little weenie.
“I am a bitch in heat. PLEASE FUCK him!”
She stares at him.
“Please, god, make it stop!”
She laughs at him. “Silly little bitch. You have to cum like a girl before I let you cum like a boy.”
She resumes massaging his balls. His hips jerk several times.
“GOD!”
“Do you want to come like a bitch?”
He orgasms, again, but nothing comes forth. Severe heat follows the orgasm. He screams.
“Do you want to come like a bitch?”
His hips jerk wildly. He screams,“I do. I do. I wanna cum like a bitch!”

She gives his balls a rest. The orgasms subside again, he pants, short of breath.
He screams as the intense heat follows another orgasm.
She strokes his weenie again. He orgasm, again. He scream as the heat follows the orgasm.
“The heat aids in making you cum sooner, but that burning rush of heat that follows will help teach you to prolong your orgasms.”
She releases his weenie.
He pants uncontrollably. She grabs his arms.

“I'm going lift you up. You are going to stand.”
He chuckles in disbelief. Tears are dripping from his chin. They land on his legs. One cold drip lands on his weenie's head. The sudden cold sensation startles him. He jump with little effort.
“That dildo had better not slide out.”
She stands up. She pulls him up, off the chair.
He tries hard to clinch down on the hot rod in his ass, but it is no use. His ass is already loose. The dildo slides from his anus.
The dildo hits the floor. It bounces off the wooden tiles.
She looks down at the floor.
With an angry tone, she asks bluntly, “What the fuck?”
She looks at his face with a fierce scowl. He turn his head in shame.
“What did he tell you?”
“I'm sorry.”