Orgasm control

I was working with a slave on orgasm control.  You know the kind of thing I am talking about; holding off, not letting him explodes until he is given permission.

So, I decided that we would go shopping this afternoon.  I drove to the local **Mart store, and before getting out of my pickup, I instructed the slave to drop his shorts and turn around.  I inserted my brand new, never been used before, remote control vibrating cock ring.  I put the transmitter in My pocket and pulsed the cock ring a few times to be sure it would receive.  Judging by the look on his face, it received just fine.

My instructions to him were simple.  We basically would go shopping, and I would activate the cock ring at various intervals during the shopping.  He was to retain the cock ring and had to concentrate on NOT shooting as I turned the cock ring on and off and alternated the intensity.

I was pushing the cart, and he was gathering what I selected to put into the cart.  I was turning the ring on and off, varying the intensity and watching his face and body to keep on eye on his level of excitement.  He was doing a very good job containing himself although his nipples, generally fairly prominent anyway, were even more so and quite evident through his white cotton shirt.

Continuing with the shopping and the "training" I was shortening the intervals between off and on and increasing the intensity.  At several points throughout our shopping, he stopped, slightly let out a soft moan.  I would turn the ring off, and told him he is a good boy.

At last finished with the shopping, I head to the check out.  While he was putting our selected items on the belt for the cashier, I turned the remote on and off several times.  I hand money to him to give to the cashier to pay for the purchases, and as I did I turned the remote on full power.

I could see him start to flush and he bit his lip slightly, but I left the remote on and the cashier handed him back the change.

As he did, he let out a soft moan, his eyes glazed and he bit his lip a little harder.  It didn't work.  He grabbed the side of the counter with both hands, let out a gutter moan, and did what I would call a 1/4 squat.

When he did, the ring fell off his dick and fell through the side of his shorts and came tumbling out and crashed to the floor.  As it skittered, I tried to shut if off, but it would not.  It continued to vibrate against the floor roll, making its way to the main aisle.

My slave was mortified, and without saying a word, he took our bags and walked towards the door.  I was laughing so hard I could barely speak.  The cock ring was by now in a couple of pieces and part of it displaying in the aisle.

I followed him out the door with the cashier looking very puzzled, and another customer looking on with a smile.