Empty and Emptying Out

Day twenty has arrived. Melissa already informed me that I won’t be cumming for quite a while, though she seems just as unsure about the duration as I am. Yesterday she allowed me to step out for twelve hours so I could “stretch.” Being free felt wonderful, yet I also missed the feeling of being locked up. An hour before re-locking me in, she took my cock into her warm mouth. After teasing me back and forth until I was on edge again, she started tracing her fingertip along the underside right beneath the head, that highly sensitive area. She said she wanted a ruined orgasm from me. She kept rubbing, then paused just as I was about to erupt. Seven or ten seconds later, semen squirted out of the tip and trickled down my shaft, pooling near the base. Next, she resumed her motion and asked if I could do it again. I managed another release, though smaller this time. The third round followed quickly, then a fourth, and even a fifth time she pressed that sweet spot before pulling away just in time to stop me each time. With every cycle, more semen spilled out until my lower belly was coated and the fluid dripped onto the sheets below. Melissa thought it looked “so hot… look at all that cum… I didn’t know you could produce so much.” The sixth attempt involved plenty of rubbing but yielded nothing; I remained highly aroused. She had to use ice on my cock and balls to help them shrink back down before placing me into the device. It’s incredible how turned on one can remain with empty balls.