The Fall – Chapter 15 [Femdom] [Conditioning] [Prejac Conditioning]

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It took me twenty days to reach 150.

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Fewer than last time. I was both proud and ashamed at the same time. Proud because I learnt the system better and this time, I completed the goal much quickly but also because I came too fast now. That's why the final score needed this time was lower than usual. It was a proof of the prejac i had become.

And the faster I came, the shorter my wait would be. That's how the system worked.

I was her little prejac.

And I didn't know if I'd won… or lost.

She came to find me just after sundown.

I was kneeling in the corner of the bedroom; plugged, collared, naked. My hands folded in my lap. Breathing shallow. Waiting.

She moved with calm, feline grace. She opened the drawer. Took something out. Then turned toward me with a quiet smile.

"Up."

I rose immediately, heat blooming in my chest.

"Kneel here." She pointed. "Hands behind your back."

I obeyed, settling into position.

But something was different this time.

She came behind me with rope and tied my hands there.

She'd never bound me before not like this. Not silently.

I blinked, startled but said nothing. My cock was already aching, my breath shallow. I was too scared. Too horny. Too obedient to ask why.

When she stepped in front of me again, she held the gag in her hand.

I moaned through my nose. But opened my mouth.

She inserted it gently, strapping it tight behind my head, then crouched beside me and raised a small digital timer.

She didn't explain. She didn't need to. She then removed the cage and set it aside.

"I'm curious," she said, voice low, playful. "Now that you're my little prejac… I wonder just how broken you really are."

She pressed the button.

Beep.

The timer began.

And so did her hand.

I gasped into the gag. My hips jerked forward. Her grip tight, focused, merciless.

8 seconds.

My whole body burned. My cock throbbed helplessly in her hand. I was already whimpering.

10 seconds.

The gag muffled my moans. My eyes rolled back. I was right there. Right at the edge.

15 seconds. 16…

She stopped.

I froze.

Everything inside me collapsed. My lungs locked. My thighs trembled. I leaned forward as far as I could, wrists bound, mouth gagged, eyes pleading.

But the timer kept ticking.

20.

Each second hit like a hammer. Each tick was ten more points.

21.

I shook my head, desperate. Tried to move my hips. Anything. Anything to finish. To fall.

22.

Tears burned behind my eyes. My body was trying to cum without permission.

23.

I whimpered again, begging her with everything I had.

24.

She just watched. Amused. Calm. Untouched.

25.

I leaned forward. Chest heaving. My cock throbbed uselessly in the open air.

26.

I was broken. Not from the denial but from the ticking.

27.

Then her hand returned.

And I almost collapsed.

She stroked again. Slow.

34.. 35.. 36..

I was on the edge again. Shaking. Groaning into the gag.

She paused.

I whimpered.

Then slap.

One.

Slap. Two.

Slap. Three.

My head spun. My cock pulsed.

And I came.

A ruined, helpless mess.

The orgasm tore through me, stuttering and dry. I twitched, collapsed, knees weak, eyes unfocused.

"Well," she murmured, tilting her head, "I guess that answers my question."

Beep.

She clicked the timer.

51 seconds.

She let me slump against her thigh. I stayed there, gagged and limp.

Her hand held the timer in front of my face.

"Awww… Fifty-one seconds… poor baby," she said brightly. "Which means…"

She ran a finger down my chest.

“…five hundred and ten points, my sweet little toy."

My eyes widened in horror.

She gave a soft, sympathetic pout.

"Oh, poor little thing. That's so many points," she whispered.

Then her voice dropped. Darker now. Playful.

"Who did this to you, hmm?"

She untied the gag. My jaw ached. My tongue heavy.

I sobbed into the gag. My head shook softly.

"I… it's not fair…, Mistress."

"Excuse me?" she said calmly.

"Fair?" she laughs. "You still think this is about fair?"

She grabbed a fistful of my hair, forcing me to look up.

Slap.

I gasped.

"Try again. Show me your gratitude, bitch."

I slid to the floor.

Kissed her feet.

She held my head there.

Then tapped my cheek, lightly.

"Again."

I obeyed. Lips pressed to the top of her foot.

"Again."

I kissed slower this time.

"Again."

Until I wasn't just showing gratitude, I was confessing defeat.

And I already knew I'd never forget the sound of that timer.