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Having agreed to perform with Stephanie at the bachelorette party for $250, and getting her assurances that my stipulations were acceptable, I was really looking forward to the festivities. Stephanie called me before the week was over, and informed me the bachelorette party would take place a week from Saturday, at the maid of honor's house in the suburbs just outside of town.

Stephanie asked that I meet with her this Saturday afternoon, to review our intended plan of action, and practice our performance. I quickly agreed to meet with her, once again smirking to myself about how easy making this $250 was going to be.

We met on Saturday afternoon at Stephanie's apartment, stripped, got into her bed, and started our usual ritual, with Stephanie sitting on my legs and casually masturbating me. She told me she had contacted the women, explained my stipulations, and that they had accepted them with no objections. She then informed me that they had asked for a couple of stipulations of their own, which Stephanie readily agreed to, explaining to me that she didn't think I would have any problem with them.

Firstly, Stephanie told me that the women requested that I not cum for a week before the party, in order to make certain I would be willing to perform vigorously for them that evening. While not thrilled with my forced abstinence, for $250 I saw no reason to object to this stipulation.

Secondly, because the bride and her guests were so shy and embarrassed about the planned activities, they requested that we not show up until 10:30 pm, wait in a bedroom until called upon to perform, and that I be blindfolded during the entire time I was at the house. I should have known right then that something was up, but trusting Stephanie implicitly and buying into the whole shy and embarrassed routine, I reluctantly agreed.

If the blindfold request didn't set off my alarm, their third and final stipulation surely should have. Namely, because they didn't know me, and were concerned about my ability to abstain from touching any of them, or wanting to have sex with any of them, they requested that my hands be tied together prior to coming out of the bedroom to start our performance. Once again, I was not thrilled about this, but for the same reasons I stated above, I reluctantly agreed to this last stipulation.

Stephanie smiled, gave me a great big hug, and proceeded to tie off my balls, teasing me mercilessly, and masturbate me with the baby oil until I was ready to explode. When she sensed I was ready, she untied my balls, jerked me harder than ever before, grabbed hold of my balls, and squeezed as hard as she could just as I ejaculated.

While almost blacking out from the pain, I have to admit she successfully managed to make me cum more than I had ever cum before. As if to prove this, Stephanie collected my ejaculate into a large specimen bottle, rather than our usual routine of having me blast into the air and have my cum land all over my stomach and chest.

When I asked her why she had collected my cum in the specimen bottle, she just said she was curious about how much cum I was capable of ejaculating, so she had stolen the specimen bottle from one of her lad classes, in order to take the measurement. I didn't think much more about it, because she casually placed the bottle on her nightstand and proceeded to fuck me for the last time before our performance the next weekend. After our coupling, we cuddled for a while talking about our plans and drifted off to a nice afternoon nap.

After waking up, I explained to Stephanie that I had to get going and that it was probably a good thing I wouldn't be cumming any more this week, as my balls were really sore and throbbed incessantly. In fact, it was Thursday before I even considered touching my balls, as the soreness and throbbing was worse than I could ever remember. Stephanie just laughed at me, and apologised for being just a little to aggressive with me. I accepted her apology, and managed to abstain from cumming for the remainder of the week.

On the following Saturday evening, Stephanie asked that I pick her up at 8:00 pm, so that we could get to the house and have plenty of time to prepare for our performance. I remembered being asked not to show up until 10;30 pm, but Stephanie seemed to think it would be all right as long as we stayed in the bedroom until asked to come out and perform for them. I trusted her judgment and picked her up at 8:00 pm.