Masturbation Instructions from Ms Dana

While you’re suspended horizontally in the meditation room, I’m going to raise you up high – facing the sky lights, and every inch of you will be covered except your cock and one arm – your stroking arm. I’ve had the servants bring in a metronome. As it ticks away, you will stroke, my sub. Cumming is forbidden without permission, as usual. Have you every played in an orchestra or band, my stroker pet? Its really not so hard to learn. You take a well-made instrument and learn how to keep a beat and stay in tune. Obviously, my methods of music appreciation are unorthodox. I know what sounds you make and I relish pressing the sweet spots that make you hum. And yes, there will be sheet music. Each note has a method of jerking your prick associated with it. This way you will fully appreciate the arts.

Now, grab that dick, lube it up, and stroke with the tap of my foot. When the toe of my boot hits the hard wood, you better be in a full, tight-fisted up stroke. UP! UP! UP! You move too slow. Grip that cock! Use your whole arm, shoulder to wrist. Large, wide strokes. Twist that head on every fourth beat! One! Two! Three! Twisssssssssst!

You’re getting too excited; I’ll be forced to place ice on your balls in a moment – to dull the ache – then we’ll attempt to bring up the tempo, but this time, I’ll ride in my “swing” – straddling your thighs. Don’t dare believe you are free to cum on my bare breasts. I need your instrument ready for playing till dawn. When you’ve mastered Chopin, I may consider letting you orgasm, but that is a long way off. You’re barely making it through “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star” as it is.