January 17, 2014

Control

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“Go jerk off.”

His hand stopped, a french fry halfway to his mouth. “Huh?”

“Go jerk off. Stop eating, go jerk off, have an orgasm, and then come back.”

He looked at her face carefully, searching for a tell-tale upturned corner of her mouth that would tell him she wasn’t serious. “I thought we were doing the thing?” He rubbed his hands on the legs of his pants and licked his lips.

She took a drink and nodded, then put one finger on the straw and pushed down slightly. It bent a little, ice cubes moving around it. “We are. Go jerk off, and we’ll talk about it.”

“In the restroom?”

She shrugged. “Unless you want to spend the night in jail, I’d recommend the restroom, yes.”

His eyes stayed on her as he stood up and shuffled towards the restroom, waiting for her to laugh and call him back. She was stealing one of his french fries when he turned the corner and she disappeared from view.

He walked down the length of the bathroom, choosing the last stall that wasn’t handicapped. The door swung shut behind him, and he jiggled the flimsy chrome lock until it slid into the frame. His hands were sweating as he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. He started slowly jerking himself off, thinking about that morning.

“How would you feel about doing orgasm control again?” He tried to sound casual while he spun the garbage around and cinched a twist-tie down around the top.

“Hm, might be fun.” She flipped the new bag up and down until it billowed open, then stuffed it into the can and set the lid down. “Buy me dinner tonight and it’s a deal.”

A quick hug and a kiss and they left the house, the bass from her car thumping as he dropped the garbage in the dumpster and walked to his own car.

Thoughts flickered through his head the rest of the day. Of not being allowed to orgasm, of fucking her until he couldn’t stand it then begging to eat her cunt instead, of her writhing and shouting mixing with his moans of frustration. Of the firm pressure of a cage around his cock as it tried to get hard.

The back of his legs tightened and he felt his back begin to arch. He pulled a handful of toilet paper off the roll as his cock started to jerk, and held it in front of him as semen spilled out. He waited until he was done, then dropped it in the toilet and waved his hand in front of the sensor. The toilet flushed with an anemic roar, and he zipped his pants up. He paused at the door, turned back, washed his hands, and dried them on his pants as he walked back to the table.

The black vinyl folder with the check was waiting on the table, and she was standing by the exit, flicking a finger across her phone. He opened the check, figured out the tip, and dug through his pockets. A few bills and he dropped the folder back on the table, sighing at the spot where his plate had been. He walked over to the door and leaned against the wall next to her. “Ready Freddy?”

She smiled and nodded. “Yep, let’s go.”

They pulled out into traffic, and she hummed along to the music as he looked from her, to the traffic, and back. She was going to force him to bring it up, and he knew that after the first few minutes. He would open his mouth, then close it, until finally they hit a long stop light on red. “Well, that wasn’t what I was expecting.”

She rolled her shoulders to the music and mimicked his slow, careful words. “Well, I am the M. Night Shyamalan of kink.”

“I just thought we were doing orgasm control?” It was only half a question.

She grinned at him and nodded. “We are, but control isn’t denial. You’re going to come when I say, and how I say. What you do on your time is your business, but you better come when I tell you to.” She leaned over and punched his upper leg, hard. “And if you can’t, because you’ve been jerking off, things will be very unpleasant until you do have an orgasm.” She raised an eyebrow, daring him to challenge her.

He nodded and frowned, looking for traps and loopholes. “May I please wear the chastity cage to help me keep from jerking off ma’am?”

Traffic crossed in front of them and she looked up at the clouds through the windshield. “Hmmmm…” The song ended and another began. “No, then I’d have to unlock you or find a key when I wanted you to have an orgasm, and that would inconvenience me. I prefer to just be able to tell you.” She looked back at him, poker faced. “Is that all right?”

She moved her hand towards the console to skip the song and he flinched. She laughed and pushed next, then put her hand back on the wheel.

“Yes ma’am, thank you ma’am.”

“Oh…” She melted a little, and reached over to pat his cheek.
“Maybe after you’ve proved you can control yourself for awhile, I’ll lock your cock up. But only very good boys get that privilege. So if you’re very good, and come when I say promptly and without complaint, maybe I’ll reward with you a nice cage. Does that sound fair?”

“Yes ma’am, thank you ma’am.” The words were the same, but they could both feel the change in tone, the barter of dominance and submission working.

Someone behind them honked. The light had finally turned green and she slowly pulled back into traffic, keeping him in her peripheral vision. “Poor boy, he’s going to have to learn self-control. How many times can you come before your dick can’t get hard anymore?”

He shuddered and thought carefully. “Four or five times, depending ma’am.”

“Good. And you’ve had one today. So when we get home you’re going to jerk off, hm, I’m feeling generous, three times, and then you’re going to come fuck me. Understood?”

He nodded groggily, and spoke a few seconds later. “Yes ma’am.”

She punched his leg again, and her voice flattened out. “Do you? I want your cock to be sore and tired when you fuck me, I want you to have to make sure fucking me is the only thing on your mind to keep it hard, and when you come, I want to know it’s the last possible orgasms you could have. I want to feel like your life is falling out of your cock into my cunt. Do. You. Understand?”

He rubbed his palms on the legs of his pants and nodded again. “Yes ma’am, I understand.”

She reached over and jerked on his hair. “Good. I think I’m going to like controlling your orgasms.”

“Me too ma’am.”

He grinned at her, and she grinned back, then sped up to make it through a light on the yellow. They couldn’t wait to get home.

Preview: “You’re not very bright, but my oh my you are pretty.”

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October 14, 2013

Eventually

Posted in stories tagged , , , , , , , , at 7:19 am by littlesubmissions

She pushed him against the wall, face first, and stepped back. His skin shined in the dim light, and she licked her lips. “Which gag for you tonight? I think the penis gag, you look like the kind of guy that will really struggle to keep a cock in his mouth.” She shoved gag past his lips, making sure the bottom of the fake cock rested on his tongue, and let the straps dangle from the base.

He turned his head expectantly, waiting for her to fasten the straps, but she just shook her head. “Nope. I’m going to beat you as long as you have that cock in your mouth, and not a second longer. You want to suffer? Tonight you’re going to prove it. Spit out the gag when you want it to end.”

She shucked her pants down and off, then pulled a bullet vibe out of the toy drawer. It hummed to life, and she carefully slid it down her panties, making sure it rested snuggly against her clit. “For what it’s worth, I don’t think you’ll willingly spit it out. I think you’ll keep it in your mouth as long as you can, but eventually you’ll scream, and it’ll fall out.”

She grabbed his hair and turned his head until he was facing the wall, then leaned in close to whisper in his ear. “I can’t wait to hear you scream.”

The rubber band snapped into the skin on the back of his shoulder. Thick skin that was constantly being rubbed and abraded by clothing and sheets, skin with relatively few nerve endings. Skin that could take a lot of punishment. Blood vessels rose to the surface and popped as she pulled the rubber band back and let him snap into his body again and again, methodically working on one side then the other. Ten snaps on the left, ten snaps on the right.

He wasn’t even breathing hard yet, and she purred in appreciation.

When those spots were tenderized, she moved on to the crop. Light, stingy pain. Quick flicks of her wrist on the same spots she had been working on earlier. He liked his marks, liked to check them in the mirror when he woke up in the morning, and she was happy to give him a few. He’d have an abundance after tonight. He didn’t mind the crop much, it didn’t weigh enough to really hurt him with one stroke, so she made the blows light and quick. Made sure the pain built up and never had a chance to subside.

When his breathing started to get harder, and the air rushed out past the gag harder and faster, she shifted her hips and rocked the vibrator buzzing against her cunt.

More quick slaps with the crop, now on his ass. First one cheek, then the other, alternating back and forth while the skin on his shoulders was still hot and burning. She could have plugged him, left him with a plug in his ass or a tail dangling between his spread legs, but she didn’t want him slipping away into being a thing. She didn’t want him to slip away into the feeling that he he was some thing that deserved to be violated, to be used for his holes and his pain. She wanted him to be fully aware and feel every second of agony.

Sometimes subspace was fun, but sometimes it really annoyed her when he started to enjoy her carefully orchestrated beatings. Not tonight, not until the very end. Not until she had gotten off.

She switched to the evil stick, a light carbon something-or-other rod that stung like a motherfucker. She kept working on his ass, then bounced a quick his off one shoulder. This could hurt with one hit, and she kept working her away around his body, starting a pattern then deliberately veering off in a random spot. From his shoulder to his ass, back to his shoulders, down to the back of his thighs, back to his ass, a sharp jab to his balls, working her way around his body.

She used the stick in one hand, and twisted the waistband of her panties with the other. The vibrator was pulled harder against her cunt and she gasped in pleasure. His breathing was harder now, and she could tell he was trying to exhale when she hit him. She twisted her panties in time with his breaths, giving herself sharp bursts of pleasure every time she hit him.

She hit him until she saw his body start to slacken, and could tell he was getting used to the pain. Time to change things up a little. The wooden paddle was heavy, thuddier, more impact pain than stinging pain. She lined it up carefully, and laid a sharp slap across his ass.

His hips jerked, and slammed into the wall as he rose up on his toes. “God, I should have tied some weights around your cock to keep you from fucking the wall.” Another slap, this time only across one of his ass cheeks. That leg spasmed and the knee jerked, and she angled her wrist to hit the other side. She worked one side of his body, then the other, letting him jerk and twist. He bounced off the wall, and she looked at his face as it jerked into view every time she slapped the hard wood into one side of his body.

His eyes were screwed closed, and he was breathing hard. His lips were pulled back, and she could see him biting into the gag to keep it from falling out of his mouth. She started hitting him harder, across his entire ass now, putting more of her arm into it. His hands were curled into fists and he was sweating. She kept hitting him, twisting her panties.

When he started gasping around the gag, making animal sounds even with his mouth full of fake cock, she set the paddle aside. She picked up the cane, and poked him under the chin. “Open your eyes.”

His eyes slid open, and his body slumped. He groaned at the sight of the cane, and she nodded. “You will scream, eventually.” Drool poured out of his mouth around the gag, and she knew his jaw ached, but he still held it in his mouth.

She reached into her panties and flipped the vibrator to high, then started to cane the back of his thighs. She had left this area virtually untouched, wanting the skin to be fresh when she got to this point. She wanted this to last.

The cane thudded into his body, and she laid bright red lines across the back of his legs. The cane whomped into him, sinking into his flesh then springing back. His body convulsed with each blow, and tears, drool, and sweat all poured out of him. She felt the vibrations rocking through her cunt, and felt her orgasm building quickly. She kept hitting him, kept slapping the cane into his trembling body, and forced herself not to come. Not yet, she told herself. Not until he screamed.

The cane thudded into his body again. And again. And again. She felt the frustration building within her, and started to hit him harder. She fought to keep herself in check, to keep from damaging him, and succeeded. Barely.

The heat in her cunt spread through her body, and time slowed down. She could feel the smooth varnish on the cane against the ridges of her fingerprints, and hear the air swish as she swung. The cane moved through the air slowly, then thudded into his body. She was hyper-aware of the force being moved down her arm, through the cane, into his body, and back. She could see the shock traveling up and down his body, making his muscles jerk and contort, all down his legs and up his back.

She moved around to his other side, and continued beating him. The lines across his body were and angry red and purple now, and small trails of blood ran down his legs, pooling and knotting the fine hairs on his legs. He suddenly sensed that she had moved, and turned his face to follow her to the other side of his body. The can caught him halfway through the movement, and pain exploded in his brain.

The gag flew out of his mouth and bounced on the floor, and she stared at it for a second before her hips spasmed and she came. The cane thudded down to the floor, and she groaned and sank to her knees as the orgasm slammed into her. She ground her teeth together and smashed her thighs against one another, riding the wave of pleasure as it washed across her body.

She pulled the vibrator out of her panties, and turned it off. She carefully stood, her legs still slightly wobbly, and carefully pulled him to the bathroom, making sure he wasn’t dripping blood on the floor. She’d have to remember that in the future. Blood was a bitch to get out of the beige carpet.

He followed her into the bathroom with small, mincing steps, and sagged gratefully on the sink. She could hear him hiss as she rubbed alcohol down the welts, carefully cleaning each one. Her thoughts were still warm and fuzzy, and she played with the abrasions she had left on his body as she carefully sterilized them and put bandages over the worst.

She slowly licked her lips, and spun him around so that he was facing her. She wrapped her hands around his balls, not squeezing, just applying enough pressure that she got his attention. “Who owns this cock?”

He closed his eyes and nodded. “You own that cock, ma’am.”

She shook her head and tugged on his balls, just enough to make him wince. “That didn’t sound sincere. Look in my eyes and tell me who owns this cock.”

He opened his eyes, and looked down at her, and smiled, just a little bit. “You own that cock ma’am.” His cock twitched as she ran her thumb along the shaft, teasing the head.

“Yes I do. And I decide if I’m going to punish you by hurting it, or reward you by making it cum, isn’t that right?”

His cock twitched again and he raised himself on his toes slightly as she continued to rub the sensitive skin. “Yes ma’am.”

“I’m glad we understand each other.” She slid her lips over the head of his cock, teasing it with her tongue, then letting it pop out of her lips. “You have no say in the matter.” She licked down the length of his cock, swirling her tongue around the head. “You took quite a beating, and you will have an orgasm.” She wrapped her lips around his cock again, working more of the hard flesh into her mouth.

He groaned and she sucked a little harder, pushing him closer to orgasm. She glanced up and his head was back, his mouth open and breathing hard. She worked her free hand behind his body and jabbed her fingernail into one of the welts. He whimpered and jumped, his cock almost falling out of her mouth as she went back to working on his cock.

“Ugh…” He growled deep in his throat, and she paused, holding his cock in her mouth, letting his pleasure die down a little before building it up again, a little further each time.

“May your cock please come, ma’am?”

Ever so slowly she dragged her lips along his cock until it popped out of her mouth. “There’s no permission here. My cock will come. And then we’ll put the gag back in your mouth, and I’ll bet you until you scream again.”

She shoved his cock in her mouth, sucking hard as his the words sank into his mind and his hips jerked. His legs shuddered as he came, and she could feel his cock convulsing in her mouth. She waited patiently for it to end, slowly running her tongue over his skin, teasing the frantic nerve endings, then stood up.

Small hands pushed her hair out of the way as she leaned around him to spit in the sink. She scooped a handful of cold water into her mouth, swished it around, then spit again. His legs were still trembling and his breathing was still hard and fast, his cock half-hard and wet with her spit.

She kissed him lightly on the lips, her hands on his shoulders in case he collapsed. “You did very well, pet. Now crawl back into the bedroom while I get a sheet of plastic for you to stand on. I don’t want to worry about you bleeding on my carpet.”

He started to sink to his knees, but one finger under his chin stopped him. Her lips were a fraction of an inch from his ear when she whispered, “You did very, very well, but it’s going to get more difficult each time. I just want you to know, keep impressing me, and I’ll have that cock I let you borrow coming in my cunt.”

He shuddered and she smiled. “Eventually. Not the second time, but around the fourth or fifth scream, I think I’ll want my cock to feel my cunt.”

“Yes ma’am.” He nodded and his shoulders slumped as he started to sink to his knees.

Her finger on his chin stopped him. “Make it to double digits, and I’ll lock that disgusting appendage up, and keep it in a hard plastic cage while you suck on my tits and eat my pussy, unable to get even a little bit hard.”

His body froze, but his sharp inhalation told her exactly where his mind was determined to be by the end of the night. He crawled into the bedroom, and she went to get a plastic drop cloth from the linen closet.

She already had the package torn open and was pulling the plastic apart when she walked through the door. He was standing, facing the wall again, the cock gag in his mouth and the straps buckled tightly around his head. She dropped the plastic next to him, and chuckled as she undid the buckle to the gag.

“Nice try. It gets harder each time though, not easier. I don’t want my cock to be spoiled.” He let out a soft mewl of protest as she pulled the cock out of his mouth, and dropped it in the drawer. She came back with a dildo, larger than the cock gag, harder to keep in his mouth. “Open.”

His mouth opened the fake cock slid into his mouth, disappearing inside him inch by inch. The balls dangled obscenely in front of him as he wrapped his lips around the cock, applying pressure with his teeth to keep it in his mouth.

She rubbed his hair, then slid him over so he was standing on the plastic. “Don’t worry, you won’t get a bigger cock every time. At least not in your mouth. I’ll be plugging some other holes too. Eventually.”

She slipped the vibrator back in her panties, and turned it on low. He turned his head to face the wall, pinning the base of the dildo there to keep it from falling out of his mouth. His lips sank a little further onto the fake cock, and she grinned.

She couldn’t wait to hear him scream.

Preview: The cardboard scraped against his cheeks as he slid his head inside the box.

Copyright Jerry Jones. Unauthorized use is prohibited.

October 9, 2013

Strength Training

Posted in stories tagged , , , at 6:45 am by littlesubmissions

She grinned at him. “That’s going to cost you.”

He grinned back. “I enjoy making the payments. Usually.”

“Hm.” She stretched, and looked at the ceiling through half closed eyes. Her breath quickened a little, and she licked her lips. “I have some ideas, but let me think about it. I definitely have some ideas.”

She thought about it all day, little fragments of a scene coming to her. She’d turn them over in her imagination, see if they made her pulse rise, if her thighs twitched, if she could ignore the banal meetings and chit-chat around her while they occupied her thoughts.

By the time she was driving home, she knew what she wanted.

She kicked her shoes off and got a glass of water, then took a couple of slow swallows. She followed the trail of discarded shoes and socks to the living room, where he was sitting on the couch. “You, naked, now.”

He looked up, then smiled, and started to pull his shirt off. She paused a moment to leer as his chest appeared, then walked into the bedroom. Her necklace went on the nightstand, and her clothes made a neat pile on the bed. She pulled her vibrator out of a drawer and got a wide bandage off the top shelf of the closet.

She frowned at the ragged pile of his clothing on the couch, then sighed. Some things never changed. She walked to the middle of the room, then pointed at the spot in front of her. “Here.”

He walked over, and stood in front of her expectantly, eagerly.

She smiled back, and her finger twirled. “Turn around.”

He shuffled in a circle, and she carefully placed the vibrator in the middle of his back, between his shoulder blades and the small of his back. The bandage came apart with the rasp of adhesive, and she began to wind it around his chest. “You want me to help you get in shape, well, this is the price. You’re going to get me off while you do it.”

He melted a little in her arms. “Thank you ma’am.”

“You are right to thank me, for I am a kind and generous ma’am.” She tucked the tape in, and checked to make sure the vibrator was secure, then chuckled. “Seriously, because I’m starting off with the vibrator. You’re going to keep doing this until you can fuck me with a dildo and get me off. But that seemed unlikely at this point, and as much as I might enjoy your awkward baby deer learning to walk thrusting, I don’t think it would get me off. Down on the floor, on your face.”

He knelt down then slid forward until his body was on the floor, his arms out in the classic push-up position.

She straddled his body with her legs, then ran her hands through her hair, admiring the sight of his naked body beneath her. “But at some point, I will put a nice fat dildo on your back and you will give me a long, hard fuck with it, understand?”

“Yes ma’am.” He nodded beneath her, and the muscles in his arms tensed.

“Yes ma’am.” She parroted the words back to him. “Because your body isn’t really improving unless it’s making me happier, isn’t that right?”

He shuddered a little, and nodded again. “Yes ma’am, my body is there to make you happy.”

“I’m so glad we agree. Up.” He shoved himself up, legs locked, and she nodded in approval. “You can do them from your knees if you need to, but I want you to do them this way as long as possible.” She leaned down and flipped on the vibrator, and then kneeled down, barely touching her cunt to the vibrating rod in the center of his back.

She sighed and then slowly lowered her weight until it pushed him down to the floor. She could feel him pushing back, grinding the vibrator into her clit, sending little waves of pleasure through her body. She slowly pushed up with her knees, letting him complete the push-up, then pausing at the top until she felt the vibrator just start to lose contact.

She held him there, letting him stay in position, until the muscles in his arms trembled and began to fail. She could hear his breath as he started to sink towards the floor against his will, and followed him down, just barely staying in contact with the vibrator, forcing him to try to keep his arms straight.

She rode him like that, varying the speed and tempo, letting him push himself up then forcing him back down with her weight, or forcing him to try and keep his arms rigid as long as possible. Sweat ran down his back and dripped off his forehead as he forced his muscles up and down.

He could feel the vibrator on his back, and the mass of her weight grinding into it above him. Her hips were starting to roll and her breath was getting faster when he was pinned to the floor, and had to shove his knees flat against the floor to make his arms lift his body.

She chuckled above him. “Ah, someone’s getting tired. Luckily, you asked for motivation.” She waited until he had shoved himself all the way up, his knees hard against the floor, his breath harsh and ragged and his arms trembling, then leaned back and slapped him in the balls.

She rode his body down as he let out a sharp yip and crashed to the floor, the sudden pain driving the strength from his body.

She ground her cunt into the vibrator, and pinched his ass as she moaned. “You do them girly style, you get slapped in the balls. Motivation.”

He tried to shove his entire body off the floor, but couldn’t move. She pressed down above him, and fatigue made it impossible. Finally, whimpering, he left his knees on the floor and pushed. She rode him up, watching his arms, waiting for his elbows to lock, then shoved down with her weight and slapped his balls again.

“Oh fuck.” Her breathing was almost as harsh and ragged as his the scene repeated itself. His body frantically struggling to move, the tired, shredded muscles protesting, the sudden rush of pain as he finally reached the apex and then came crashing down.

“Faster, fucking do it faster or I’ll yank your balls off and feed them to you.”

He made a primal, animal sound and shoved, one arm rising, then the other, his body lurching and twisting under her, dragging the vibrator from side to side and smashing it into her cunt. She rode him up, then slapped his balls and rode him down again.

He became an obscene, tortured animal, and she drove him, forcing his body to respond to her will. Forcing his muscles to move even when they refused, forcing him to work them until she rewarded him with pain and forced them to move even further. Sweat rolled off him now, and she was almost there.

She grabbed his hair, jerking his head back, and leaned forward. “Keep yourself up this time, keep yourself up.” He forced his body into the air, locked his elbows, and tried to keep his trembling arms from collapsing. She held his hair with one hand, ground herself into the vibrator, and reached back and started slapping his balls with her other hand.

Her body contorted and twisted, she could feel him trembling beneath her, and wrenched the hand in his hair, helping him keep his body upright. Her hips bucked as she came, and suddenly his arms couldn’t take it anymore. He collapsed and she rode him down, her orgasm starting, almost slipping away as his body rushed to the floor, then slamming into her as he stopped and the vibrator was suddenly pressing hard against her clit.

Her breath exploded out of her and she leaned forward, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. All speech and coherent thought left her as pleasure rolled through her body, until finally it slowed down. She whimpered and lifted her body off the vibrator, suddenly sensitive. She turned it off, and the sudden silence seemed strange.

He was on the floor, under her, his arms pulled tight against his body. She could tell form the lines of this face that his eyes were shut tightly, his legs knees were bent, as if he were trying to crawl into the fetal position and had just stopped.

She cuddled up beside him, and slowly rolled him over until he was on his back. “Can you hear me?”

The words penetrated the fog of pain and pleasure in his mind, and he swallowed hard, then slowly nodded. “Yes ma’am.”

“Good. I want you to jerk off. Now.”

She put her head on one elbow, and looked down the length of his body. He tried to force his arms towards his cock, a little at a time, but invariably they would twitch. His knees would draw towards his chest, then flatten out, and he would whimper and stop.

She took one of his wrists in her hand, and slowly pulled it towards his cock. “Don’t you want to jerk off?”

He tried to make his arms move again, to ignore the burning pain in his shoulders, then whimpered. “Not right now, ma’am, please, it hurts so much.”

She nodded. “Fine. But this is the only way you’ll be coming from now on. You’ll do your push-ups every other day, so your muscles have a day to heal. But you’re not going to come until you’re strong enough to fuck me like that and still jerk yourself off. Understood.”

He sighed and pulled his arms back up to his chest. “Yes ma’am. Thank you ma’am.”

“You’re welcome.” She stroked his hair, and he leaned up far enough to give her a quick kiss.

She kissed him back, then grinned playfully. “Hm, that gives me an idea for sit-ups.”

Preview: “It’s not like you need them, I mean, I could just rip them off and it wouldn’t be any different, right?”

Copyright Jerry Jones. Unauthorized use is prohibited.

October 2, 2013

Denying Denial

Posted in stories tagged , , , , at 4:02 am by littlesubmissions

She bounced an eyebrow, and rocked her head from side to side. “Locking it up isn’t enough. I want you to ache to be released.” She pushed him back against the wall with her foot, keeping him off balance, holding him there while she looked down at him. He looked good on his knees.

“I mean, if I’m going to deprive myself of the pleasure of your cock, I really want you to suffer.” She leaned forward, putting more weight on the foot resting on his chest. “I want you to ache for every second you’re locked up.”

She pulled her robe open, and let it fall to the floor. She put her foot back on the floor, and fiddled with the plastic chastity device. She licked her lips, and then shuffled her legs apart. She put the base against her cunt, and grinned down at him. “Suck on it. If you can get your tongue in it, you can lick my pussy.”

He crawled forward, and wrapped his lips around the plastic tube. He rubbed his tongue against the slit in the end, trying to shove it through the hole to get at her cunt. The plastic tube filled his mouth and rattled against his teeth as he eagerly worked his tongue against the plastic slot. The sight and smell of her cunt being so near kept his tongue repeatedly jabbing against the end of the chastity tube.

She pushed his head back with one hand, and slapped his face with the other. “You’re just not trying hard enough.” She slapped him again, then again, snapping his head from one side to the other. “I guess I’ll have to help you.” She started rubbing the chastity device up and down her slit, jerking off with it, sliding it up and down until it glistened.

“Now, lick it clean.” She caught his head as he leaned towards her, and held him in place. “Slowly. Carefully.” She let his head creep towards her, and he gingerly began to lick her wetness from the plastic cage.

“I want you to ache every time you think of the cage locked around your dick. I don’t want you to just be locked up, I want you to be straining in that cage, trying to get hard every minute of the day. I want it to be the first thing you feel when you wake up. I want you to be constantly reminded that I own your cock, and you won’t get any pleasure out of that filthy piece of meat unless I grant it.”

She pushed his head back, rubbed the cage up and down her slit again, slid it inside of her cunt, and gently worked it in and out. “I might even make you fuck me with it, just like this… Or have you buy a second one, so you can keep trying to get your tongue inside it and lick my cunt.”

She closed her eyes and moaned, leaning back and thrusting her hips forward. “Oh, I like that idea. You sucking off one chastity device while you’re locked up in another one. I think we’ll be doing that.”

“But first I’m going to need you do one more thing for me. Put it in your mouth and just keep it there.” He wrapped his lips around the plastic tube again, sliding it into his mouth, waiting. She let the piss trickle out of her, watching his throat rise and fall as it poured out the holes in the chastity device and he swallowed eagerly, greedily. “We’ll be doing this too. It will help in the training of your disgusting cock.”

She pushed his head back again, holding him away from the chastity device smashed against her crotch. He licked his lips while she looked down at him, watching his cock. When it started to grow soft, she shrugged and stepped back. “We’ll do this again tomorrow. When you can stay hard just looking at your cock cage, I’ll put you in it. Not before.”

Preview: “If your cock gets hard, we’ll be doing this for real…”

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