Chastity and orgasm denial discussion

“Supposed” to be a ruined orgasm, though I wasn’t aware of that back then. Stripped bare, Goddess Robin had my hands cuffed securely above my head on the St. Andrews Cross. The stainless steel Lori-tube was gone, and my “long-clitty,” usually kept in check 24/7, got a rare break from its chastity routine. I guessed she had something wicked up her sleeve when she put on latex gloves and slathered plenty of sex lube onto my still soft clitty. She started stroking me with precision, and soon enough I was hard as rock and pulsing. She pushed me right to the edge, then pulled back, leaving me dangling there ready to burst. After a moment for me to catch my breath, she did it all over again. And again! My last orgasm had been two months prior, so my heavy balls were throbbing with pressure. I really wanted to squirt out but lacked permission! Goddess threatened to continue her teasing stroking for another hour before suddenly ramping up the intensity. I pleaded with her to stop because I knew I couldn’t hold it in and dreaded the punishment waiting if I let go without authorization. I fought against my chain bonds helplessly, crying out for mercy! Then came a scream as my swollen clitty erupted like a volcano. Goddess halted her strokes just as the squirt began, but nothing could stop that massive orgasm from crashing over me like a wave. Fireworks seemed to explode in my head while I kept screaming. She caught some of my milky discharge on her gloved hand and held it up for me to lick. I obediently licked and swallowed my own release, but at the same time, noticed my vision turning grey around the edges. I started repeating “No grey,” trying to stop the fading sight as I began to lose consciousness. Goddess lowered me from the cross instantly; once my head was down, I felt better. The whole event was truly mind-blowing, which gives this entry its title.