Finally the ice was removed and returned to its bucket. I heard Megan take something metallic and move around in front of me. She grabbed my penis and squeezed it as she pulled it taught. When it touched me I knew immediately what it was, and it sent shivers down my spine. It was a Wartenberg pinwheel and she now applied it to the head of my penis. Pin prick after pin prick, down the shaft, up and around the head. Over and over again. Not hard enough to break the skin, but sharp enough to be excruciating. I cried out and my head jerked back. I focused on my breathing. Thinking through each breath. Trying to imagine the pain flowing down my arms and out my fingers. Slower and deeper, I heaved my chest with each breath. She ran it along the top, along the bottom, but always down, up, and around. I was trying to stop fighting the pain, to just let it flow over me. Oh God this was almost too much.

Releasing my cock she seemed to vanish from me senses, leaving me in my dark world...

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