Slave Del Muerto was aching for days. Doing his chores and Keeping his Mistress’s affairs in order. She’d ordered five new Slave Dolls and it was his job to make their schedules. Arrange their lodgings and get them up in time for training every day, dressed and cleaned to Mistress’s expectations. As well as keep everything tidy about himself. And honor the one rule. No climaxing without permission. Wet dreams were not in his control, but given how much he loved and respected his mistress, even his wet dreams were obedient
It had been days. He needed time in his climax closet.
Desperately.
Taking a deep breath, as he prepared Doll Slave 757892- BJD Beta for her Experimental Medical Trials, He was nearly finished getting her cleaned and ready, when he suddenly saw his Mistress standing there, with her neutral unreadable stoic expression. “You have an extra twenty-five minutes, Slave Del Muerto. When is the last time you’ve been to your climax closet?”
“Several days, ma’am.”
“Hm, well, you have twenty-five minutes, no more, no less. Go tend to yourself, and then be back and ready to work without a peep, do you understand me?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
And then she took a set of two keys off her key ring and handed them to him. Before he accepted the keys, his hand still outstretched, she held her hand back just a bit out of reach.
“Twenty-five minutes. Not a second more.”
“Not a second more.”
“What does a grateful slave say ?”
“Thank you for allowing me time to pleasure myself, Mistress”
“You’ve been sullen and pitiful for days, that’s why the extra five minutes, now go and deal with it, Get out of my face..”
She shook and wagged the keys at him. He accepted the keys with a bow and then walked away at a quick pace to his quarters, where he unlocked the small closet in the corner of the room. And then closed the door behind him. The motion sense light was activated in the small stall of a closet, there was a chair, and a mirror as well as one drawer where his toys and lubricant were kept. On the chair, there was a box, wrapped - a gift. He felt his eyes get wider.
“She remembered,” he whispered, voice hoarse and strangely weepy, he set the keys in his pocket and opened the box. To find a silicone sleeve for him to use. It was jiggly and matched the complexion of his mistress down to every nuance it could hold the light.
He opened the drawer and set the box on it, and turned around to face the mirror, he pressed the button turning on the camera and then unbuttoned his belt and his slacks and pulled his pants down, taking the key ring out of the pocket, he sat down and with the second key, he unlocked the chastity cage around his dick. He then set it in the drawer, the sleeve felt heavy and warm in his hand, like it was real.
He glanced at the timer that had activated when he entered and saw he had twenty-three minutes left. He reached in the drawer for the lubricant and squeezed some into the sleeve and more on his palm, to rub it on his touch-starved dick.
One minute and forty seconds for it to get achingly hard. He was always slow to rise but right now it had been days and he had a little over twenty minutes left, he slid the sleeve over his dick and sighed hard before he started to fuck the silicone pussy - holding the ass cheeks of it with both hands.
He bit his lip and groaned passionately as he felt his hips buck up and off the chair, his knees were trembling. It felt so good, he wanted to stand and ram into it against the wall of his closet but his knees surely would not be able to hold him.
“Oh mistress…” he whimpered and gritted his teeth, ramming the toy harder and harder, sweat started to shine on his forehead.