I wanted to scream I felt so happy. My knees trembled with anxious anticipation. I was going to enjoy this. I knew it would be one of the greatest feelings I'd ever experienced in my whole life. I just knew it would be.
Before I was even touched, my pussy began to pulse and ache warm excitement out through my engorged lips.
Mistress walked around behind me and soon, I felt her perfect tongue, tease my horny slit.
"Ohh!" Mistress squeaked, delighted. "She has never tasted so sweet, ladies! It's like pure, concentrated, sexual hunger. And it's just dripping from this adorable, little woman."
I felt my eyes roll back into my head as she slid her tongue up and down my tender opening. It was an unreal sensation.
Mistress gave my pussy a few more gentle, teasingly-slow licks and then put her fingers inside me. My soaking lips opened up for her effortlessly.
I instantly wanted to cum.
"Mmm, I can see your little bum, squeezing and pushing that cute plug in your asshole," Mistress commented, amused.
I was going to cum. I felt my pussy throbbing with wet hunger as the fingers fucked it. The stocks held my arms and neck rigidly in place. If they hadn't, I would have been flailing around uncontrollably.
I began to whine and pant like a cat in heat.
Mistress stopped her wrist and fingers as my noise increased. But, I couldn't bear not to have the pleasurable sensations continue, so I pushed my hips back as greedily as I could.
Her fingers sat still in my cunt, motionless. But I was able to glean more than enough enjoyment from this grinding, to continue closing in on my orgasm.
I had wandered, suffering, alone in the darkness for hours and hours and now my Mistress was filling my pussy with her perfect, fucking fingers!
"Look at this," Mistress giggled to her friends. "Look how horny we've made this girl. She literally can't control herself."
Mistress gave my ass a good, hard spank. "Stop it. Bad girl."
I used everything in my remaining power to cease my thrusting against Mistress' gloriously smooth, long fingers. It was like trying to stop yourself from taking a sip of water, when your dying of thirst and the cup is tilted against your lips.
"I'm fucking you, not the other way around, understand?" Mistress instructed.
Her shrill tone froze me to the core. I felt like a helpless, little girl, just wanting not to be in trouble. I trembled as I responded.
"Yes, my mistress. I understand."
I was momentarily paralyzed by fear. Had I misbehaved too badly? Was she going to stop?
Luckily, my worries were washed away as I felt the glorious digits come back to life inside my tight, hungry pussy.
Immediately, my cunt squeezed around them, throbbing and gushing with pleasure. My little asshole clenched around the plug locked in my bum.
She only had to push her rigid fingers in and out for a few seconds before I felt the orgasm start to build. It begged for me to release it out through my sweltering cunt.
Mistress stopped again, but this time was different. Her fingers cruelly slid out from my sopping hole.
I desperately wanted to scream in protest. It wasn't fair what was happening to me.
"It seems I've forgotten something. You still owe me one more orgasm before you're supposed to get your release. How could you have forgotten about me?"
I felt the blood drain from my head as I became dizzy in horror. How could I have forgotten about Mistress' pleasure?
"I... I don't," I sputtered. The words wouldn't come out properly. How could I answer when I didn't know myself?
"You see, ladies," Mistress explained, to the room, "the way her chastity works, she must give a certain amount of pleasure to her Mistress, before she, herself is allowed any real fulfillment. This way, she learns that her pleasure truly comes second."
She slapped my ass once again. I was hers. I was her prisoner, in all ways possible. However, I wanted to be owned by her. I needed it; despite the suffering it seemed to cause me.
"That wasn't an answer, dear," Mistress warned, turning her attention back to me. "You're making me feel unwanted. You were just thinking about yourself, weren't you?"
I nodded my head. I felt awful. I had just horribly disappointed the person I respected and cared for the most. The whole weight of the guilt crashed down on me. How could I have been so stupid? How could I have forgotten that I hadn't made my beloved Mistress come?
"I'm afraid," she began, "that we may have to cut our little party short, ladies. It seems my little pet isn't as well trained as I thought she was. The submissive, loving and attentive girl I trained would never have forgotten her most important duty."
As Mistress spoke, I wanted to cry. She meant everything to me and I desperately wanted to show her that. I wanted to prove to her, that above all else, I wanted her pleasure and delight, not mine.
"But, I'm not that cruel," Mistress whispered, an inch from my mouth. "I'm going to let you decide what happens, darling. I will lick and finger you to orgasm, right now if you wish. But know that you will be disappointing me. Or," she paused, tracing her hand over my cheek and lips, "we can put your belt back on and reset your chastity release for two weeks from now. What would you like to do?"
This was the hardest decision I had ever had to make. How was I supposed to decide this? I wasn't even close to having a rational state of mind right now. I had been toyed, teased and denied for so long I could barely breathe. My lips and nose were soaked in the scent of other women's satisfied cunts and it made my mouth water uncontrollably. The idea of being locked back up and chaste for two more weeks petrified me. Would I be able to survive that?
The women around me seemed to be entertained by my horrible dilemma. Mistress had to shush them to keep them quiet.
"She needs to focus, this is a big decision for my little pet," Mistress explained, gently caressing my neck.
I had no choice. I couldn't betray my mistress. Not now, not after all of this. If I chose my own pleasure over hers, I wouldn't be her slave anymore; I'd be nothing. I've worked so hard to prove myself to Mistress; to let her know I would do anything for her. How could I ever believe that again, if I choose to cum selfishly?
"Mistress," I croaked, my body trembled as I tried to stop my voice from shaking. "I don't deserve an orgasm. I was selfish and I need to learn my lesson. Please let me prove to you how much I love and respect you!"
Mistress made a noise that I can't describe. It was quiet, but it made me believe that she was moved by what I'd said.
"Alright, sweetheart," she said, softly. "If that's what you want, I'll take care of it."
My heart had stopped beating. I was horrified about being put back in that belt. It wasn't until the locks were slid in and clicked shut, that I fully realized the torment that was to come.
"You're such a good girl, you know that?" Mistress commended. "I'm going to leave that little plug up your ass for the night though, alright?"
"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, trying not to break down. The cold metal blocking my throbbing sex hole quickly became wet with my arousal.
She released me from the stocks and had the leash attached to my collar before I knew it.
"Even good girls need to be punished from time to time, hmm?" Mistress mused, walking me out of the room. "The hard plug in your tight, little asshole will remind you to never take our relationship for granted. You are such a lucky pet, aren't you? You get to be the sole recipient of all of my love and attention. Is that still what you want, darling?" She stopped me, awaiting my answer.
I took an extra long moment to respond. I wanted Mistress to know my answer was true and I also wanted to know, myself. "Yes, my mistress. This has been a dream of mine for years, since I first fantasized about you..."
Mistress ran her fingers through my hair and I was able to press the side of my face against one of her warm, nylon legs. For that very brief moment, I was in heaven.
A few minutes later, in the basement, my blindfold was off and I was in the quiet cage. It was called the quiet cage, because I wasn't to make a sound when I was inside.
After she locked me in, Mistress explained that that was where I was to spend the night.
It was basically a large dog cage lined with a couple of blankets. It was a place for bad girls to learn their lesson.
If I had to pee during the night, I could either hold it, or, there was a small dish outside the cage I could pull in and use. It was very awkward squatting over the small saucer, but do-able. Of course, if I made a mess, I was pretty much stuck sitting in it until morning.
After turning the light off in the room, Mistress moved to close the door, but hesitated.
"I'm sorry for this, sweetheart," she admitted, seeming quite genuine. "But, rules are rules and if I don't stick to them and remain stern with you, you might lose respect for me. And neither of us want that."
She closed the door slowly, but paused again before the light was completely snuffed out. "Try not to think about your chastity, or the urges in between your young legs. Just know how much I love you and how much fun we'll have together in the future."
The door finally closed.
"I love you." My whispered response was inaudible in the lonely darkness.
I repositioned myself in the small, uncomfortable cage. It didn't bother me nearly as much as my locked pussy did.
Despite Mistress' advice, I couldn't help thinking about everything that had happened and how close I had been to getting my orgasm. I tried to settle myself down, but couldn't. I felt my pulse race and my crotch only seemed to get hotter and wetter as time went by. I hated myself for screwing up. Mistress was really disappointed and I hated knowing that I could have acted differently and avoided all of this.
I would never make that mistake again! I would never put my own needs above hers! I wanted to be her one and only. I wanted to be the pet that met all of her needs and filled her with a special feeling a love she couldn't get anywhere else.
I got a magical feeling, sitting in that cage, pussy locked and ass plugged, knowing Mistress knew I was doing it all for her. That was my reward; the one thing that kept me going.
Time ticked by. I started to panic when I thought about the idea of her getting another naughty pet to replace me. I couldn't stand the thought.
I started to cry as I wondered if Mistress cared about me the way I hoped she did.