It was supposed to have been a “ruined orgasm”, but I didn’t know that at the time. I’d been stripped naked and Goddess Robin had securely cuffed my hands above my head to the St. Andrews Cross. My stainless steel Lori-tube had been removed and my normally imprisoned “long-clitty” was enjoying a rare holiday from 24/7 chastity. I suspected that Goddess had something diabolical in mind when she donned a pair of latex gloves and generously applied sex lube to my still flaccid clitty. She began to methodically stroke me, and in no time I was rock-hard and throbbing. She brought me close to orgasm, then backed-off and left me hanging there on the verge of squirting. She allowed me to calm down briefly then repeated the process again. And then again and again! It had been two months since my last orgasm, and my swollen balls ached from their full load. I desperately wanted to squirt, but I didn’t have permission! Goddess threatened to keep up her masturbation torture for an hour then abruptly started to vigorously stroke me. I begged Goddess to please stop because I knew I couldn’t hold back and feared the punishment that awaited me if I squirted without permission. I struggled uselessly against my chains and cried for mercy! Then I screamed as my turgid clitty erupted like a volcano. Goddess immediately stopped stroking as I started to squirt, but there was no derailing the monster orgasm that washed over me like a tidal wave. I saw fireworks exploding in my brain as I continued to scream. Goddess caught some of my milky discharge in her gloved hand and held it up to my mouth to lick. I dutifully started to lick and swallow my squirt, but at the same time I noticed that my world was going grey around the edges. I started saying, “No grey, no grey,” in an effort to make it stop but I was beginning to pass-out. Goddess had me down from the cross in an instant and once I had my head down I was fine. The whole experience was truly mind-blowing, hence the name of this entry.