A Week of Sweet Torment
Christoph visits Berlin 2-3 times a year and chastity is always at the center of our meetings. For this visit, I planned something special. He was going to have “1 ruined orgasm a day” in a different location for each day he was in Berlin and I asked him to keep a diary describing his side of it.
As usual, he locked himself into the chastity cage the moment he boarded the train. I received the photo of proof before the train had even pulled out of the station. I love beginning a session before someone has physically arrived.
Monday
Ruined orgasm #1 happened over a video call. I didn’t have time to go to his hotel, but I didn’t need to. The quiver in his voice and focus on my instructions were enough. The week began with a small reminder: I hold your key and I can take control from anywhere.
Tuesday
We met at Atrium in the SILBER room, the one with the rotating Andreas cross. After that, I bound him tightly into a leather straitjacket and deprived him of his senses with a leather mask before settling him onto the bed. Five of my colleagues drifted in, curious and playful, and joined me. We all stroked him, light, slow, maddening, until he dissolved into that perfect, delicious ruin. That was ruined orgasm #2.
Wednesday
He had a full day of engagements, but around noon I shared my location and told him to meet me for ruined orgasm #3 on a park bench in the middle of Berlin. I adore this kind of discreet public play. To any passerby, we were simply two friends having takeaway coffees. But under his winter coat, I felt the vibration of the toy I’d instructed him to wear. The way he tried to keep his breath and facial expression even made me smile. It delights me to see someone try to look composed in public when I know exactly what’s happening under their clothes.
Thursday
After an evening at the theatre, we ended up sharing a glass of wine at a bar around the corner. I leaned over, whispered that he should go wait for me in one of the bathroom stalls, and took my time finishing my drink. Ruined orgasm #4 happened behind the locked door, the music from the bar drifting faintly through the walls.
Friday
We had a beautiful meal at the very chic restaurant, The Knast, then ruined orgasm #5 happened later at his hotel. At that point his body reacted so quickly to the smallest touch that it took almost nothing to send him over the edge and deny him any release from it.
Saturday
For multi-day sessions like this, I like to have a copy of the room key. I didn’t tell him when I was coming and the element of surprise is half the pleasure. He was sitting at his laptop, completely absorbed, when I unlocked the door and walked in. His posture changed instantly. I told him exactly what to do, and ruined orgasm #6 followed shortly after.
He had just enough time left, before leaving to catch his train home, and I asked myself:
“Should I give him a normal, satisfying orgasm after a full week of denial or should I let him leave Berlin truly desperate?”
I’ll let you imagine what I chose to do…
