The morning finally arrived... I got up earlier than usual. I had to get up and do something to get my mind and body off anything to do with my new, awkward situation.
The shaft of my penis was slightly sore from straining most of the night but felt okay. It was more the aching in my testicles that had me worried. The device kept them separated and outside everything else and they felt full and large. I'd just had an orgasm yesterday, but it felt like my body had already pumped them full again in anticipation for more release. I got dressed quickly and tried to start my Sunday morning in a way that might get all of this frustration out of my system.
I went for a nice long walk and got a coffee down the street. I was feeling much better and the device was surprisingly comfortable inside my boxers and jeans. I was very thankful for that.
However, near the end of my walk, I noticed a couple of women walk by in tight exercise shorts. They were the kind that squeezes the bum into the perfect shape. They squeezed the ass so tight, just the bottom of the cheeks peeked out with every step.
Normally I would have just glanced and enjoyed the brief sight, but today, the visual was met with a sharp pang of worry.
Before I realized what I was feeling, my mind thought about pulling the shorts down and getting to see what was underneath. I felt irrationally horny all of a sudden and headed home. The whole trip back, I tried to separate my thoughts from tight female bodies and revealing clothing; but I couldn't.
I thought about how beautiful Mistress smelled and how incredibly hot it was when she made me take in the scent of her wet fingers. My genitals begged me to satisfy them and I bit my lip in frustration. How was I going to survive this?
Hastily, I tried to reinforce my spirits by reminding myself that I would get to see Mistress again soon. The thought immediately made me warm and relaxed... but only until my next sexual thought a few moments later.
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The day went on quietly. I checked my phone every five minutes, hoping for a message from Mistress, but nothing came.
Eventually, there was a knock at the door.
I jumped up from my chair and inspected my phone: nothing still. I checked the peephole to see the delivery guy again.
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I sat on my bed and opened the new package. Inside I found a small manual about maintaining a clean, healthy lifestyle inside a chastity cage. As well, there was a note from Mistress written in pen on very expensive, ornate-looking paper.
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Familiarize yourself with the manual I sent. Read it through, twice. Make sure you know how to take care of your imprisoned genitals. I'm glad you decided to continue with our relationship. I'm already thinking about our next meeting. However, I need you to have a hard copy of some ground rules. Think of these rules as your commandments. They shall be a guiding light to finding your way in this new, exciting relationship.
-You must be clean-shaven on face and privates at all times. Shave twice a day if possible.
-Only speak when you are asked, unless you've been given permission to speak freely. This may be granted during the relationship at any time and taken away at any time. This goes for texting and calling as well.
-Unless told otherwise, always be naked in my presence. You are nude because you are under my control. You are vulnerable in my presence. Your nudity symbolizes this. Clothes are a privilege you have yet to earn.
-Must be as clean as possible when in my presence. If I ever feel you are not clean enough for me to touch you, then you will not be touched.
Chastity terms: During the course of our meetings, you may opt out of the relationship and be released from chastity. However, you will never see or hear from me again.
For now, you are being kept on a need to know basis. I find this to be the simplest way of doing things. I will only hold you to information you currently know about. If I need to complicate things, I will do so when a complication arises.
I want to give you time by yourself to get used to your new chaste lifestyle. Enjoy the sensations and urges your body challenges you with. Trust me, in time they will make you a more attractive, fulfilled man. I will text you when I'm available for our next visit.
~M
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Putting the note down, I felt a weight in my chest. This situation was more serious than perhaps I'd thought. However, the more I looked over the note, the more excited I got. Just the thought of seeing Mistress again made me giddy.
The manual for the chastity device was only about twelve pages long. I was able to read it fairly quickly and got some helpful tips on cleaning as well as ensuring I remained somewhat comfortable.
With that out of the way, my mind drifted immediately back to Mistress. The way she talked to me was just so incredibly sexy. I'd never had a woman treat me so dominantly; it was an unbelievable feeling that I knew I needed to experience again. Unfortunately, I'd have to wait until our next meeting...
I read over Mistress' letter again and memorized the rules she had set out for me: Be clean. Be shaved. Be naked. Don't speak unless asked.
I could do that, I thought, inspecting each one of Mistress' handwritten words. Just reading and memorizing the rules had my privates getting warm and tingly. My heart started to beat in my chest as I anxiously thought about how I couldn't relieve my impending horny desires. This torturous situation I'd found myself in was so complex. I found myself both incredibly excited, while at the same time, painfully frustrated by it.
I spent the rest of the day trying to catch up on household chores. I had to get groceries and I wanted to make sure the apartment was very clean for Mistress' next visit.
It was a little easier to motivate myself into getting all of the mundane tasks done, as I found it hard to sit still for more than five minutes at a time. As soon as my body and mind were at rest, my thoughts immediately went to her body and the naughty things she might have me do with it.
I managed to keep myself busy and even fit in an evening workout, which I hoped would ease some of the pent-up energy building between my legs.
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I was drifting off to sleep when my phone buzzed loudly. My eyes stayed shut until I realized it could be from her! Checking the screen in the darkness, I wasn't let down.
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Tomorrow. 8 pm. Be Ready. Understood?
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I texted back right away.
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Understood, Mistress. I can't wait to see you.
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Hoping my extra comment would make her smile or at least endear her to me a little more; I waited for a response. Nothing came. I really hoped she liked me.
Although I was overjoyed at the fact that I'd get to see Mistress tomorrow, now I was too excited to sleep. My brain kept imagining how thrilling it would be to play with her again. Maybe this time I'd get to take her in my arms and fuck her hard and passionately. I'd do anything to make her scream with pleasure.
It wasn't long before my penis had woken up too, and it begged for attention. I tried to lay as still as possible for the rest of the night and think of nothing. I didn't get much sleep.
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On my way into work, I noticed things I'd never really paid attention to before. The way a woman's nylons hug her slender legs. The way hair falls over a woman's feminine neck and curves around an ear, or the way her tight, but wide hips subtly sway back and forth as she walks in her heels. Even noticing the thin material over women's chests; and how their breasts push and expand against it. I was seeing these beautiful details everywhere I looked.
Also, I'd never realized how strong my need for sexual gratification really was. You don't truly notice it until you're forced to abstain from it, I guess.
By the time I got to my desk, my mind was exhausted from all the mental stimulation I wasn't used to. I had no idea how I was going to get through the day.
My dick ached from constantly trying to engorge and grow. It was such a cruel, tormenting feeling to have my sensitive tip squeeze against the metal plate trapping it in.
The only thing that made me feel better, was knowing that Mistress would soon be in my bedroom, delighting me in ways I couldn't imagine.
~
The workday went by even slower than usual. It felt like it had been an eternity when I finally got back home. I checked my phone; it was almost 6 pm. I had two hours to eat and prepare myself for Mistress' visit! I got to work.
I shaved my face and then, carefully, using lots of shaving cream, got rid of all the hair and stubble around my cage. Seeing it all bare like that really made the device that hung off my trapped genitals look even more bizarre. I felt very vulnerable but still horny and very excited.
I made sure my apartment was tidy and made the bed with fresh sheets and everything.
At 7:45 pm, I had done everything I could think about doing. I sat on the bed with my phone and waited, feeling really nervous all of a sudden.
Jumping across the room, I found the bottle of whiskey I kept at the top of my dresser. I poured myself a shot and let it slide down my throat. It warmed my stomach and numbed some of my anxious nerves.
8 pm! I unlocked my front door and sat on my bed. I suddenly realized I was still fully dressed! Fuck! How could I have forgotten?
I stripped frantically, threw my clothes into the hamper and closed the lid before leaping back into position on the bed. Just as I had resettled, I heard my apartment door open.
"This is it," I thought excitedly, as she slowly made her way into the bedroom.
She stopped at the threshold again and I marveled at her beauty. Head to toe, she seemed flawless. Every inch of her body was the epitome of erotica. Not even her breathtaking facial features seemed to give way to anything besides perfection.
"Do not look at me," Mistress demanded, strictly.
I quickly dropped my head and stared at the floor.
"You are not to look up at me unless I ask you to. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Mistress," I said, barely able to hide the nervous excitement in my voice. I couldn't fucking wait for her to touch me.
"Retrieve the handcuffs," Mistress instructed. She stayed motionless in the doorway and watched me follow her directions. "Now lay down and lock your wrists above your head."
I could feel myself tremble as I tried to follow Mistress' commands. It was so exhilarating just being in her presence, but at the same time, I was determined to do everything properly for her.
After a bit of fiddling with the cuffs, I managed to get them through the iron headboard and secured around my hands. Keeping my eyes low, I turned my head back in Mistress' direction. She finally entered the room and approached the bed.
I watched her nylon feet come to rest in her elegant, black heels right next to me. Without saying a word, she inspected the handcuffs. After a brief look, she reached over me and pressed one of them tighter. The metal clacked eerily and I suddenly felt real fear in my chest.
Fear or perverse excitement; I was having trouble telling them apart at the moment.
I kept my eyes on the floor as I felt Mistress inspect me with her eyes. Eventually, she worked her way down to my crotch. She clinically moved my swollen genitals from side to side, and then gave their cage a tug, which felt both stimulating and uncomfortable.
"Are you ready to please me, tonight?" Mistress asked.
"Oh, yes, Mistress. Whatever you want," I groveled.
"We'll see about that," she cautioned, almost forebodingly. "I can be quite demanding, I've found. And I'm unsure if you're up to the task."
She let me sit with that vague warning for a moment.
My arms were already starting to become weak in their restrained position, but I didn't care. My horny member was commanding all of my attention. I could feel all the blood in my body pumping towards the tight cage. It was immensely frustrating to feel how horny I was and know that I had to remain calm and obedient in order to play Mistress' game.
"You read my letter and the manual?" Mistress questioned, sitting on the bed. She slowly removed her heels and placed them on the floor.
"Yes, Mistress, I did."
"Good boy," Mistress said, almost patronizingly.
She climbed on top of me and curled her nylon feet over my ankles. She smelled like heaven as her hair hung down onto my neck and chest. She pulled the key on her necklace out from her tightly fitted bra and let it dangle into my lowered eye line. "Would you like me to use this?"
"Yes, please," I yelped. My hips jumped off the bed uncontrollably. "Thank you, Mistress."
"Don't thank me, I haven't unlocked you yet," she grinned. "I merely asked if you wanted to be unlocked."
I tried to relax myself a little. After all, I was already having trouble concentrating over the deafening cries of my body and the pulsing beat in my neck.
Mistress lowered her hips over mine. Lifting her tight skirt up, she started to grind her panties over my stuffed cage. I let out a moan of desperation as she rubbed her warm crotch against me.
She giggled as she pressed her hands down on my chest. I loved having her use me like this, but I couldn't stand the teasing much longer. I needed to feel my hard cock against her.
Mistress leaned forward and put her lips an inch from mine. Her breath was indescribably sweet and erotic. It begged me to reach out and kiss her, but I couldn't. Her dominant presence paralyzed me and I waited submissively for permission. None came.
She kept me like that, pressed helplessly underneath her. I felt like a small animal trapped under the fierce talons of a predator. Deftly, she removed her underwear and brought it up between our faces.
The fine material had a bouquet so sexy, I couldn't believe it. I felt its warmth as Mistress pressed it against my nose and mouth. The pheromones flooding into my head made me dizzy. I almost felt high from the erotic fumes dazzling my senses.
My lips quivered as they caressed some of the moist fabric. I hungrily stretched out my tongue and tasted the beautiful woman's arousal. How could I be this lucky? Who was she?
"Greedy, aren't we?" Mistress teased, pulling the panties from my face. She lowered her naked pussy onto my cage and carefully rubbed her slit along it. "Mmm, this feels nice."
I tried to focus on breathing, as the sensation of her pussy dripping over my trapped, swollen member had removed the air from my lungs.
"Are you a horny, little thing?" Mistress teased, slathering my tight cage with her honey.
"Yes, Mistress," I whined. "I can barely think. The pressure down there, between my legs, I need to relieve it."
Mistress continued to gently slide her dripping perfection back and forth over my desperate, denied member. I quickly lost track of time as I watched her flawless breasts dance up above me. I dared not move, or speak for fear of getting myself in any trouble. I wanted to be so good for her, I wanted to impress and please her!
"I'm pretty turned on myself," Mistress said, finally, after torturing me for what felt like an hour.
She slowly sat herself up on all fours and turned around so that her moist opening sweltered a few inches above my face. She started to tease my cock cage with her fingers as she moaned.
"I bet you want to sink your tongue into my cunt, hmm?" Mistress asked. "Would you like to do that for me? Or would you rather have me unlock your horny, little cock to play with?"
I pulled my wrists hard against the cuffs, straining to stay rational in the moment. Mistress' hot arousal made me ravenous. I tried to think.
"Whatever you want, Mistress," I offered, helpless.
"I've told you before, that when I ask you a question, I want a specific answer," Mistress warned. "I guess I'll just tease you for a while until you have a better answer for me."
Again, time went by incredibly fast, or slow, I wasn't sure. All I could feel was the building, excited agony in my groin as this insanely sexy woman got wet above me.
At one point she dragged the key to my cage over its surface and I wanted to scream.
She continued to tease my locked manhood as she told me how horny I must be. Every once in a while she'd tremble and explain how excited it made her to see me so deprived and helpless.
The whole time this went on, she kept her exposed wetness an inch from my face. Its scent made my cock swell and my mouth water. I would have done anything to please her, to get to fuck her, but I had to try and remain calm and remember her rules.
Once again, I felt her warm drool cover the head of my fully engorged cock; well, as engorged as it could get inside the cage. Her saliva made my sensitive tissue squeeze through the slits in the device and her fingers rubbed the exposed areas, tormenting me greatly.
Her pussy lowered itself ever so slightly so that it almost pressed down over my lips and nose. I could feel its heat. My mouth watered hungrily for it.
I heard her playing with my key! Finally, she was going to unlock me and let me explode inside her beautiful mouth!
"You read the manual I sent you, correct?"
I gasped into her warm crotch, trying to focus. "Yes, miss."
"Are you sure? You seemed hesitant when answering," she warned. "You read it through twice, yes?"
"Umm, well, I read it very carefully and thoroughly, Mistress, but not twice, exactly," I confessed, hoping she would let it slide. The swollen pressure in my prostate begged for relief as I awaited my freedom from the gorgeous woman above me.
"When I give you instructions, you follow them, understood?" she snapped.
"Yes, Mistress," I squeaked, worried.
"I'm going to have to punish you for disobeying my clear instructions."
"Punish me?" I peeped, defiantly.
"Did you just speak out of turn?" she growled again, this time even more sternly.
"I'm very sorry, Mistress."
"I thought giving you just four rules and some basic instructions might be easy enough for you to follow. But, apparently not."
I nuzzled my face into her nylon thigh, desperate to avoid more denial. I wanted her to take pity on me. I wanted to be freed! I couldn't do this anymore, but I needed to be with her. I needed to prove myself to this perfect woman.
"Would you like to lick my pussy?" she asked, adjusting her panties above my face.
"Yes, Mistress, please," I whimpered, fantasizing at the opportunity to have her delicious pink folds in my mouth.
"No," she stated, coldly. "That's only for good boys who can follow my instructions. You will be getting no release today."
"No," I protested. "That’s not fair, please!"
She looked at me sternly, saying nothing. Then one of her fingers was held up so I could see it.
“I’ve been waiting two days for this," I continued. "I just thought that you–"
A second finger came up… she definitely was counting. But what?
Finally, I shut myself up. The ball of sexual frustration in my groin vibrated intensely.
“By speaking out of turn, twice," Mistress began, "after already getting a warning and punishment, I am adding two days until my next visit."
I trembled with fear. I couldn't stand two more days. Not like this. I started to panic. I needed out of my cage. I couldn't stand being this horny anymore. Especially not when I could see and smell her... oh fuck.
Mistress began playing with her pussy in front of me. I couldn’t see anything except for her thighs and exposed cunt.
Her fingers danced over her clit and I watched them slowly become slick with her honey. This was the most agonizing sight I’d ever seen. What I’d have done to break free and make love to her. But, I don’t think she would let me… no, I had to prove myself to her; earn her trust.
Before long, Mistress was sliding her fingers deep inside her cunt and edging herself.
I shook and trembled violently. I almost spoke out of turn. I didn’t dare though, however, my face made it clear I was troubled and wanted to speak.
Quivering over top of me, she took her fingers, slathered them in her satisfied juices and rubbed them over my lips, then a little on my caged cock.
The sensation of warm pussy drizzling through the gaps in my chastity cage was torture. I felt like I couldn't breathe.
I pulled against my restraints until my wrists were raw. I think my writhing really turned her on, because her fingers quickly picked up their pace inside her sweet, wet-sounding pussy.
I shook beneath her as her humid arousal became hotter and more potent. I could taste her sex, almost like I had her dripping lips in my mouth.
"Mmm, yes," she groaned, bucking her hips. She dug her fingernails into my leg and squeezed as her asshole puckered above me.
She fucked her fingers hard, bending them rigidly inside her until she pulsed and throbbed a delicious orgasm out of herself.
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“Keep your phone charged, and think about how you can do better next time.”
She carefully slid her fingers from her tight pussy and thought about what to do with them for a moment. She admired their scent, smiling in the darkness at her naughty perfume.
"Would you like to taste?" she asked, sensually.
"Y-yes, please, Mistress," I croaked.
"Then keep behaving," she insisted, wiping her fingers on my bed sheets.
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After she'd left, I was in shock. I couldn’t believe what had transpired. I felt like I had disappointed her and myself... I felt horny and desperate and I couldn’t help but love and hate the fact that I could still smell her arousal on me. It seemed to fill the room.
I thought about yelling after her, that I was done; that I wanted out of this. But, I couldn’t. I wanted to see her again; I needed to.
I needed to fuck and please her. I needed to be with her. I had to do better next time. There would be no excuses.
~
It had been days since my last orgasm and I couldn’t ignore my body's urges anymore.
Because I couldn’t get hard, I just had all of this pent-up energy stirring inside my groin, testicles, and belly. Sometimes, my desire got the best of me and I’d get really stiff inside my cage. I tried to wiggle and touch it through the ribs in the bars, but that only seemed to make me more frustrated and horny.
I felt like my crotch was a tightly sealed bottle of coke, and someone had shaken it up for days. I knew if I could just get the cap off, the unrelenting pressure inside would cause all of the squeezing liquid inside to burst out.
But that never happened. As the hours and days ticked by, every sexual thought only seemed to shake the bottle more, adding to the already immense need wracking my insides.
It didn’t matter how I tried to lay at night, I ended up becoming swollen and stiff in my cage, which sent the backed-up agony into my crotch and prostate.
I missed sex so much. I missed jerking off. I missed any sort of sexual stimulation at all! I would've given anything to have my cock released… even to just rub it against something!
~
When I finally woke up the following day, Mistress had texted me.
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Tonight, 8 pm.
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My heart started to race and I felt a surge of excitement try to rush into my penis. It pulsed and pushed hot blood into my genitals, but they could do nothing more than become uncomfortably swollen in my tight cage.
Nothing was going to get in the way of me seeing Mistress tonight. I didn't care what I had to do; I would do it. I needed to get her perfect body against me!
After all this waiting I'd done for her, I deserved this.
I took a long shower and cleaned myself again, very thoroughly. I shaved as carefully as I could, my face and around my device. My swollen cock and testicles felt heavier than usual as I finished up and dried myself off. My whole body was ready for a thunderous orgasm. My genitals knew it was coming and they were warm and buzzing with excitement.
By the time I had finished all of my preparations, I was incredibly excited. I got naked on the bed after unlocking the door.
I checked the clock as I lay there, nervous and motionless. I still had fifteen minutes to wait until eight. They were some of the longest minutes of my life.
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I heard her finally enter my apartment. My heart pumped hard in my chest.
Time stood still, or was moving incredibly fast, it was hard to tell.
She didn't speak as she methodically cuffed my wrists above my head.
I felt so humbled by having her control me in such a complete way. Despite being bigger and stronger than her, I was basically helpless. I'd endured so much to be here, and yet I was filled with weakness and intense vulnerability.
She stood in front of the bed and began to tie her hair up.
She still hadn't said a word since she'd come into the apartment, though I noticed she had opened up my fridge in the kitchen before coming into the bedroom.
After finishing with her luxurious hair, her hands lifted her black skirt and slowly pulled her panties down from her crotch.
She held them for a moment in her elegant hands, and then placed them on my face.
The smell of her underwear caused me to pant and drool. My hips bucked and I felt the familiar pain of thick throbbing in my groin. My cock started to swell and ache inside my cage, desperate to stiffen and stretch itself out.
The strict metal band holding my testicles and shaft in tight confinement punished me. I wanted to cry and scream, but I could barely breathe as Mistress silently lifted her leg over my face.
Oh god, this was it. I was going to lick her pussy. I couldn't have been more excited. I felt the butterflies in my stomach rise up into my chest and my heart fluttered.
In the dim light of my room, I could see her thin, pink lips part slightly as she positioned her naked cunt above my head.
Still, she would not say a word, and therefore, I definitely couldn't.
I licked my lips, taking some of the thin, panty fabric into my mouth. It only whet my appetite further, telling me how good it would taste to plunge my thirsty tongue into a vagina as beautiful as hers.
Mistress opened her knees and lowered her pussy down over my mouth, but not close enough for me to reach it.
I begged it to fall a little lower. My locked cock throbbed, desperate for sex. Desperate for me to pleasure this woman I'd been tormented by for days and days.
Suddenly, Mistress' hands were on my cage! And the key was inside my lock!
"Would you like to fuck me, right now?" she asked, tapping her fingers against my tight, heavy chastity device. The slight thuds sent aching excitement deep into my core.
"Yes, Miss!"
"Can you show me? Hmm?" she teased. "If I unlock you... can you get hard for me?"
"Yes, miss, I promise."
"Show me," she whispered, turning the key to open my lock.
A ferocious thrill rushed up my legs and into my crotch as the heavy metal pieces were removed from my straining cock.
As she lifted the tight, small tube from my shaft, there was a searing rush of blood into the swollen head of my cock. It felt like I was going to burst out of my skin.
My cock stretched out and then stood up straight into the air, rocking back and forth, begging to be touched.
"Good boy," Mistress moaned. "You definitely could fuck me right now I think. But, my pussy isn't wet yet. Unlike you, I need more than the promise of sex to become aroused."
She stared down at me, almost waiting for me to suggest something. But I was far too horny and petrified of upsetting her to try speaking out of turn again.
My cock twinged and throbbed stiffly, pointing straight up at her. I wanted her to touch me so badly, that I was ready to start sobbing.