Trying It On For Size Part 2

I was close - so close to cumming. I wanted to release so badly. I was just moments away from the point of no return when suddenly she raised her head up, sliding my dick out of her mouth while simultaneously releasing my balls. She raised up on her forearms and then completely upright still kneeling astride my face. I was shocked at the sudden loss of pleasurable sensation on my shaft and instinctively thrust upward looking for contact. In frustration, I thrust upward again, jerking my hips off the mattress, stabbing the air in a frantic but futile attempt for friction, for release. I groaned loudly.

"Yes, yes, I know how badly you want to cum," Tanya said quietly. "But not now, not yet. I want you on the edge, on the very edge. Part of my fantasy is seeing just how long I can keep you there," she said smiling down at me from between her kneeling legs. "There is so much more - so much more to do."

"Please Mistress, please," I begged. "Let me cum - let me cum."

She ignored my plea, reached over to the corner of the bed where she had placed the items she had taken from her dresser at the beginning and picked up a small, black item. She held it up in front of me. I could not quite make out what it was. It seemed to be rectangular with rounded edges and had an elastic strap. She cleared up the mystery in a moment, slipping the elastic band down over the top of my head and adjusting the rectangular patch over the bridge of my nose and eyes. It was a mask or a half mask - it reminded me of the mask worn by the Lone Ranger; it had small, oval eye holes that allowed me to see but limited my peripheral vision.

I watched as she picked up another small, black item and this time slipped it over her own face. It was also a mask - smaller than mine and more stylish; it was a Catwoman type mask with a dramatically curved shape. The small mask changed her appearance considerably, giving her a mysterious and coldly sensual look - a little dangerous maybe; very sexy - definitely.