(Cringe post warning... This is a Locktober fantasy. )
"A man is easily led by his balls..." How many times have I heard that one.
I was desperate for a release. For some reason, she had agreed to remove my cock cage, for the first time in weeks, just for this.
Just so I could be tormented by her cries of sexual release in the next room.
My hands shackled, my huge, throbbing, aching cock just out of fingertips' reach. Having a full staff erection for the first time in weeks, my need was desperate, but I dare not cum... and risk her punishment. This was all part of her fiendish, sadistic plan, of course.
She had shown me the spiked cage she had planned to force me to wear for the remainder of the month, if I were to suffer a little "Accident.". Just looking at it, heck just THINKING about it had been enough to keep me in check.
Immobilized, hands and feet spread, tied, and shackled, and my face wedged in the white plastic bucket, staring at the seat above me. The seat and lid were lowered, so I could see nothing. But I could hear the sounds of her sexual release in the other room. Her cries of pleasure tormented me as I heard the rhytmic panting and grunting of her lover. Alas, my cock, "That tiny limp pathetic little thing" as she mockingly called it, was the only thing that was NOT restrained.
How had I agreed to this? "One month. It will be fun! You can do it for a month!" she had explained. "And remember our deal; you want to be with me, but you cannot satisfy me with that tiny limp little thing. So, it will be twenty orgasms of mine are worth one of yours. Deal?"
If you had seen her on that late September day, still in the warmth of the late Indian summer, her in her tiny, pleated little skirt, they way her hot, sexy body had almost glistened- her long tan legs and bikini top, you would not have questioned the arrangement either. It was the last time I'd been allowed to release.
"Deal" I had said after that last, delicious moment of pleasure, enjoying the feel and taste of her hot, delicious tan body one last time.
It has been a lot more than twenty for her though. Trust me. I know, it wasn't fair, but she who has the key makes the rules. If I still had hope of her removing that wretched cage next week, I dare not question it.
Why did I do it? Out of love for her. Out of devotion. Because she is beautiful and amazing, and when we are together she makes me feel like the luckiest guy in the universe. And maybe, just maybe, out of a bit of masochistic, perverse inexplicable pleasure of my own.
One day, soon, I would be allowed to cum again. One more week. I could do one more week.
In the other room, the sounds of her and her lover grew to a climax and I heard her shriek, as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her. He gasped loudly, and shouted as he exploded into her. I could live vicariously, through her lover, I thought. I remember what that's like I can make her scream like that, I KNOW I can, if only....
Who am I kidding. I had seen him close up. He had a good, at least three inches on me, plus he was thicker. I could never satisfy her like that, and we both new it.
But right now, I almost could. I could imagine myself in his place. Oh know... it's too much; got to focus. Just the thought was making me drip pre-cum. If I dared let go right now... Can't do it!! Must concentrate, must not cum... I clenched my stomach. Thought about that steel spiked cage. That got me shriveled back down in a hurry, thankfully.
The sounds from the bedroom died down. I heard footsteps, heels clicking, approaching me where I lay prone and helpless in the bathroom. I WAS the bathroom.
She lifted the lid, and sat down on the seat. Her ass only an inch from my face, dripping from his load. I could see her tight body, the tight curve of her naked buttocks, still wearing that pleated skirt, but with nothing on underneath. I could smell her, relishing the smell of her violated and bespunked body. I remembered this, too. My cock sprang to attention once again, despite my best concentration.
"Slave." She ordered, simply.
I dared no more than grunt in reply.
"Clean me. Now."
One more week, I tell myself. One more week....
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I am going to regret posting this, I just know it. But it is cathartic at least. Until next Saturday, at least...