“Yes mistress.” I knew what I was to do. “Say ahhhhhhhhhh.” I would do whatever mistress wanted of me. I stuck my tongue out. Then she placed the long string of my precum on my tongue. The sugary and surprisingly non-bitter taste was flowing to the back of my tongue as my mouth was still agape. Mistress took special care with her other finger to slide the rest of the sexual excitement down my throat. “Now swallow!”
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I gulped. “Who’s a good boy! I said , who’s a good boy?” “Me, mistress.” “That’s right!” She flicked my cage and then closed the distance to whisper in my ear. “I’m never going to unlock that fucking cock of yours.” I didn’t believe her. I would be out if I asked nicely later in the week. But I would play into the charade for now.
Unbeknownst to me, Hannah kept her word to me to not release me for the rest of the week. It had been going on day 8 and I was getting angry to be quite honest. My impatience was unsettling and I couldn’t focus at work. It was becoming too great a distraction.
I’m supposed to be keyed in at work and participate in team meetings quite regularly as working in marketing dictates. It didn’t provide me with the highest standard of living, but combined with Hannah’s fortune, I was living above my expectations. But here I was unable to concentrate. I couldn’t lose this job. But all I could think about was sex. My work was beginning to suffer.
I started to have to line my underwear since I was leaking precum daily. Every time I’m asked to contribute something to a work project, I’m just thinking about how good it would feel to be released from this purgatory. I wanted pussy. I was horny. Every day I came home from work, I would immediately have to throw my briefs in the wash. I was a mess. And I would do anything for release. I had to bide my time somehow.
I started perusing no sexual sites anymore. I took up puzzling and reading in my spare time to take my mind away from being locked in a cage. The dynamic was fun, but I couldn’t even edge. It was starting to go from fun to frustrating altogether. I had to make a deal.
Saturday comes along and I’m begging for it. While I appreciated Hannah’s eagerness to fulfill the instructions of no release that is not of her own doing, I kind of didn’t want that at the moment. I simply wanted to fuck. “Hannah, please listen. I know I said I wanted this, but only for a bit at a time.” “Well, I see. Tell you what. Will you do whatever I say?” “Yes, mistress. Anything!” “Okay.” We had made a promise. I was to get release if I complied. I just had to do one task. How hard could it be?
The next thing I know, Hannah drags me to the bedroom. She puts the beginner black fuzzy cuffs on me and ties me to the bed. I was excited to get laid. I didn’t give a fuck what I had to do. Then Hannah’s actions started to become unpredictable. She took out the bondage tape. It was no joke.
She wrapped it around both my arms several times and then around the bedposts at the top and then back around both arms until I was locked in place. I really was at her whim. Next thing I know, she tore my pants off and threw them by the bedside. Hannah then left the room. I could see her change into a sports bra and yoga pants. I heard her fill up a water bottle. What the hell was she doing?
Before I could make sense of what was really happening, I heard the keys get grabbed off the countertop. “See you in a bit dear!” Where the fuck was Hannah going? She supposed to release me. Did she not care? I figured it must have been some sort of timed denial that I couldn’t quite place the motive of. But I was earning release. Or at least that’s what was supposed to happen.
I hear the door close shut. The keys jiggled in the lock. Hannah really left. I figured she was just trying to get a rise out of me. I don’t know why she changed into her gym gear, or why she left at this moment. We should be getting hot and heavy as we speak. About 30 minutes, or really however much time it was as I couldn’t tell, had passed and now I was stuck. I had been stuck but now I also had to deal with the increasing blood flow into certain areas.
My arms were slowly becoming more tingly and shaky. I began to feel remorse for myself. I had to do whatever Hannah had wanted of me. But not this. I falsely predicted that she was just going to make me pleasure her to multiple orgasms with my tongue alone. Or something alone those lines. Where was the joy in being left alone in your bedroom? I couldn’t move my arms as Hannah had done a job of wrapping them tightly, but not so much as to cut off my circulation. But the slight increase of the pillows was forcing was hands to grow more numb with every minute that passed.
I wanted to fantasize about what Hannah was going to do to me. Would she endlessly spit on my face? Paddle my balls until they turned purple? Anything would be better than this overrated cage. I was starting to think I would no longer incorporate chastity into my sex life. But the idea of release was invigorating. I could also tell by Hannah’s body language throughout the week that she appreciated how much I was itching to please her.
Hannah and I had an interesting dynamic since having put myself in a cage and being left to only her desires. I had been helping more with the chores that are less desirable. I had given her several foot and back rubs. I volunteered once too to eat her out to orgasm which she delightfully accepted. With no reciprocation as was to be expected. But I didn’t care. It was as much a mind game to me as anything else.
As I was reflecting on the past week, I was startled awake from this period of reflective thoughts when I heard the keys jiggle in the door. It had finally opened as I heard Hannah come through it. I heard her set her stuff down and thought to be nice to her when I would inevitably ask what she had done in all this time.
Hannah was taking her time. I heard the fridge open, along with her cracking open a can. I heard her shaker bottle rattle as she does after going to the gym. But why would she go to the gym right now? My thinking was confused as she primarily goes two to three times a week during the work week. But instead she went on a Saturday while we were meant to be spending time together. She must have finished drinking some protein or recovery drink as I heard the sink and the sounds of washing the bottle out.
I was nearing my end in patience as that was extra time spent in the cage. I was ready to go at it. After what seemed like forever, Hannah finally walked into the bedroom. From head to toe, she was drenched in sweat. Both her sports bra and her dark yoga pants had both transformed into darker and saturated colors of themselves. She must have done cardio but I didn’t care. Not really.
“Why did you leave me here? Was that my punishment?” “No silly. Why would that be it?” It didn’t make sense. If my punishment was yet to come, then why was she nonchalant about leaving me for like an hour? “Don’t worry. I stopped by the sex shop before my run. I picked you up a little something!”
Hannah left for a brief moment and returned with a black bag. She proceeded to pull out another plastic bag that was wrapped around what I presumed was another ball gag. She broke open the package and freed the device. “It’s for your mouth. And you may call me mistress for now. Understand?”
I nodded. “Yes mistress.” She came over to the side of my body on the bed. “Now, be a good boy for mistress and open that pretty little mouth of yours.” I opened wide and I felt stainless steel hooks with rubber coatings on the insides of both cheeks. Mistress finagled the gag, but then I realized it wasn’t a gag. I felt a pulling sensation against both directions inside my cheeks. Mistress then tightened the strap behind my head ever more so as to pull them further apart and hold them firmly in place. It felt like being at the dentist. My arms with useless, and now mouth was agape. Mistress could put anything in there!
I love being humiliated pt 7
The inside of my cheeks began to feel numb at the spots of where the rubber tipped steel prongs were. With my mouth wide open, my saliva began to collect in the back of my throat. It gave the slightest bit of a choking sensation. The air in the room was warm from Hannah’s sweaty body. I had noticed that Hannah (I mean mistress) seemingly gave no indication of showering at the moment.
Mistress was fixated on me. I was still tied up and unable to move my arms in addition to the tight strap restricting my freedom of movement for my mouth. There was a tangential metallic taste from the steel in my mouth on which my inner cheeks were resting. The fact that I was also still in my chastity cage had not eluded me as the whole eight days of heavy cum in my balls served as a constant reminder.
Mistress’ pheromones filled the air with a scent both musky and vanilla-like as a result of the combination of her well worn in deodorant and sweaty gym clothes. “Do you have any idea what your task for release is going to be bitch?” I obviously couldn’t mouth my mouth anymore, so I could only return her piercing gaze with my sad puppy eyes. “I mean, isn’t it obvious? I’m fucking filthy!”
I looked at mistress up and down. I tried to shake my head no. She couldn’t possibly be thinking what I’m thinking. “Gosh. Why, if only I had a good little bitch boy to clean me up!” I was already choking a bit of my own saliva up in astonishment and protest. Sure, I wanted to be unlocked. But not like this. Mistress then reached to the metal cage ring just inside my lips keeping my mouth open.
She then with her own fingers reached a bit in my mouth to pull my own tongue out over the bar. I was helpless. I was frustrated. I was expanding in my cage but my mind was both dizzy and going blank with the occasional rational thought of not wanting any part of this crossing it. “Open up loser! Hahahahahahahhaha!”next thing I knew, I was looking at mistress’ sweaty armpit!
My tongue was overwhelmingly shocked at the salty taste of beads of sweat dropping on them. “Mmmmhmmhmhmm. Good boy. Really get in there. Don’t be so afraid. Hahahahahah.” I couldn’t do anything to fight back. Mistress kept circling her sweaty armpit on my tongue never breaking contact if giving me relief. Shockingly, despite the salty taste, her scent was shockingly arousing me even more. The cage felt like it was going to break!
I felt the gristly and sandpaper-like texture of her freshly shaven pit to add in some micro cuts on my tongue to really break it open for the sweat. It was both cruel and unusual punishment. It was like licking a salt cube. It was also delightfully moist and warm. The soft and slightly fatty tissues encircling the pit of her arm were brushing the outside of my face in a gentle caress to create a duopoly of feelings and sensations.
The scent of her sweat was both musky and sweet. My brain was flooded with procreative and arousing thoughts. The major histocompatibility complex of mistress had been instructing and overseeing my olfactory senses to submit to my queen. Mistress owns me. I will forever clean her. I am a fucking dirty, sexless, loser.
I got even deeper into mistress. I canted my head up into her crevice and pushed my tongue even further into her. “That’s a good boy. That’s what I like to see. Get in there. I said get all of that sweat out. Time for the other one!” All of the sweat from the first pit cleaning was only met with more from the second. The saliva and sweat combination pooled and enveloped my throat.
I could only reflexive swallow small amounts of salty and watery mixture of submission. I coughed up a bit. The excess pooled out of my mouth and saturated my outer lips. It feels like drowning and yet I was never harder. “Yes bitch. Enjoy all of that. Let in pool up.” Mistress finally came off my tongue for temporary relief. “But you’re not done until I say so. Don’t you dare fucking swallow!” The base of my throat was convulsing in protest and oscillating the pool of liquid in my pathetic little mouth.
“I have more for you loser! I need some more spit to clean me. Hmmmm. I wonder what we do to fill that mouth up? I have an idea.” Mistress took off her sweaty sports bra. I came a little in my cage. A small, minute push of almost cum came shooting out. Precum stage had been passed. Yet it wasn’t a full release. Mistress’ big, and I mean veiny blue big post gym tit volumptuous, tits had dropped out with several beads of sweat from underneath flying down her stomach.
“Here, how’s this?” Mistress proceeded to destroy my taste buds. She was wringing out her disgusting, filthy sports bra into my mouth. There were small streams of sweat flying into my mouth. It was too salty and disgusting. I spat up. Some of the sweat and saliva flew out around the edges of my mouth. “Don’t worry. I have some relief.” Mistress then took out a large, cherry lollipop.
Mistress began to deep throat it in a humiliating fashion. She made audible deepthroating sounds. She would caress it and wrap her tongue around it. She then pushed the sucker sideways mimicking a cock in her cheeks. I came a little bit more. I tightened my whole body.
“Here, open up. Oh wait, you’re already ready.” Mistress then pursed her lips together. She created and dropped in a long, sticky glob of cherry flavored drool into my mouth. There it was layering itself onto the top of the preexisting sweat and saliva mixture. The pool of spit and drool and sweat began to fill up the remaining emptiness of my mouth. It was right up to the lip!
The sweetness from the sucker did somewhat neutralize the saltiness as they began to fuse together. “There, almost ready! Now, I need you to clean my toes!” I groaned in protest. “Alright loser. You’re right. I should hold up my end of the bargain instead.”
Mistress got back off me and took off her yoga pants. I thought to myself that at least I wasn’t dealing with those. Mistress’ pussy lips glowed from the sweat being met with the incoming sunlight. Her legs also glistened in the pristine yellow gold. It was running all down her legs. She then did it. She grabbed my key!
Unlock city! Holy shit! The cage almost flew off immediately and my cock grew by a few inches. “Oh, looking here.” I spat up a bit in excitement. My entire mouth and neck areas were sticky. I wanted her to pleasure me more than anything. She then did more than I expected. She grabbed my cock, and gently started with her tongue at the base. She travelled upward in one small stroke.
She kissed the top. Then I shirked. My inner dialogue ran wild. “Fuck. Oh my god. I’m going to cum. No! Not like this! Please! Fuck!” Mistress then took the lube out. She lined the side of my cock with the lube and she glazed the one half gently. As the tingly sensation reached my brain, she had stroked again and then stopped. She looked at me endearingly. I came.
It was hardly enjoyable. My cock barely pushed out cum over the edge and it spilled over onto Hannah’s hands. The inside of my body was doing all the work pushing. It was unfair to my pleasure. It was unfair to me. All this work of maintaining mistress’ fluids orally for a measly, ruined orgasm. The only relief I got was in the amount of weight that unburdened me.
The amount of cum was undeniable. Sex filled the air. Sweat, sex, vanilla, and bitterness. Post nut clarity hit me like a freight train. I was a disgusting mess. I am a filthy pig. My mouth was disgusting. What kind of degenerate am I? I fell back in a wave of defeat. I was about to swallow my shame. But mistress intervened. “Oh we’re not done yet. Remember your toe cleaning duty? Yeah, that’s right! Don’t you dare swallow. I need that liquid soap dispenser that is your mouth to clean them. But first, we need to fill that mouth to the fullest! Isn’t that right loser?”
I love being humiliated pt 8
Mistress decided to spit into my mouth. A large glob of mostly saliva and a hint of residual cherry flavored lollipop flew into the center of the pool that had formed in my mouth. “Oh no. My apologies. Are you sad loser?” I grimaced and kept my word about not swallowing. “How about a little more.” She spat again.
I had felt my mouth expand as it was nearly full from all the saliva, sweat, and lollipop juice. I could tell mistress was frustrated with me. I was angry because the post nut clarity was not really making this so called release pleasurable. I only complied because I was still tied up at the arms and mouth. I didn’t want to continue to put up with the charade any longer, and my facial muscles displayed that. Mistress despised this.
“You remember what you told me earlier this year about femdom? Well, I wanted to try something new for a while. And remember bitch, you asked for this. Post nut clarity won’t stop me. You specifically instructed this because you knew you wouldn’t want to. And now, it’s time!”
Mistress wouldn’t. But then before I knew it, she put her fingers at the edge of my lip. I squirmed to get away but I couldn’t quite twist far enough. The hot cum slid off her fingers and dispersed itself onto the puddle. There was about half of the eight days worth of cum on mistress’ hands still.
One by one, mistress slid the cum off each finger. The cum was heavy enough to start settling into the liquid mixture and then I tasted it. The salty and briny taste infused into the taste buds. There was a slight smell to fill the nostrils not in a bad way but in a postcoital way. Mistress still needed to clean the webbing between her fingers and thumbs.
Two soppy puddles of cum made their way to the mouth. My mouth. I never felt shittier. It was awful. Then mistress tacked on the cum tax with all that had been left over from all of my cock as well. My mouth was entirely full with no more room to spare. “Cleaning time loser.”
Mistress took off her socks revealing her sweaty feet. She spun around and wiggled her toes at my face. “Don’t you want to smell the first.” She jammed them up my nose. I gagged. The smell was overwhelming. I was bordering a sick feeling nearly throwing up. Little streams of liquid overflowed outwards. “Time to go for a gooooood soak.”
Mistress cruelly jammed both of her big toes accompanied by some smaller ones into my mouth. The cum and saliva with a huge amount of sweat mixture flew out around all edges of my mouth. Mistress was keen on slushiness. The curled toes expanded my mouth. I was choking and gagging like a whore.
Mistress wasn’t satisfied so she began pushing all the liquid on my cheeks and face for maximum humiliation. I couldn’t stop her. My arms were too numb. I couldn’t buck her off me as she was pinning my hips. “The tongue cleans. Doesn’t it loser?” I was a mess.
Mistress ran the entire length of both of the bottoms of her sweaty gym feet on my tongue. I would say I hated the experience wholesale if it wasn’t for my cock becoming rock hard again. I was such a pitiful loser. Who in their right mind gets off on stuff like this. Fucking losers. Denigrate. Diminish. Dispose yourself loser. Feminist literature should be enjoyed. Feminine domination should be enjoyed. But we’re at the extremes, but not really. Thoughts of a loser. Me.
My relationship with Hannah was just getting started. The foot cleaning session took place nearly three months ago and I couldn’t think of anything that could possibly advance our sex life at that point. We were tittering on the edge of what I was comfortable with. But I also found myself wanting to edge a little more. To go a little farther. That’s why in present day, instead of chastising Hannah for her slip up at the apartment door with my best friend Jason, I was on my hands and knees back in my cage where I belong.
Hannah was mistress and she continued to spank my balls on the bed. I deserved this. She had torn my mine asunder when she called my cock a clitty and called myself a cuck in the foyer earlier. she must be training herself in domme spaces. She had to have. I couldn’t stop Hannah. I couldn’t in a million years stop mistress. Simping is the only way I knew how to be in a relationship. Thwack!
Mistress smacked my balls for the fifth time. The bruising was setting in, and the pleasure had diminishing returns each and every time she spanked them. Why was my cock fighting so hard to get erect? This goes against nature. “That’s a good little cucky. Huh? You like that? Don’t you? Do you like it when I call you that? Cuck!”
Clearly, I loved it. My cock wants free from its cage. I was leaking quite badly. “Mmmmmhmmm. Yummy. Here, have a taste. Mistress fingers came around to my mouth from behind. I felt her soft, fat tits press on my back as I sucked her finger dry. “What do we say?” “Thank you for the yummy treat mistress!”
I am a cum eating loser. I get off on mistress destroying me. “I care about your pleasure too cucky! Here!” Mistress released me from the cage yet again. It had been a while. But it’s hard to get excited when I know the costs. Punishment? Probably. Then mistress added to my anxiety. “Oh cucky, look what I got at the store!”
She of course unraveled a seven inch long, black, veiny, silicone that felt like skin, dildo. A ring for her to hold onto on one heard. And a nice wide head for me to enjoy. I had taken butt plugs up the ass before. But this was uncharted territory for me. Great.
Mistress at least abided by our previously established rule of plenty of anal lube. Proper anal foreplay was a must for both of us as we don’t like to play hard without some rules. She was even kind even to warm it up in her hands before rimming my hole. “I want you to moan for me!” She then took her pointer, and slipped it in.
Mmmfffp! Unnf. Mmm-ahh. A-aahh… Ahn… Mngh-ph! Uhmn. Ah. Nnnf. A-a-ahhmmn. Ah. Ah. Nnhg Uh-uhh. Haahhh. Mmmm-mmh. Nnmm… “Mistress, I love you!” I had whimpered my words like a true sissy between her pushing back and towards herself with her finger. She occasionally slid it out and back in. It was the best way to get warmed up.
I hurt the spurt of lube into her hands. Based on the amount, I knew it was indeed time for me to take my first cock. I didn’t know how much pressure or pain or pleasure it could cause. It was a few inches longer than my current largest butt plug. “Bend sissy.”
I put my face into the pillow while using my hands to spread my cheeks apart for easy access. “Awwwwwww. Look at how bad you want it!” I was noticeably nervous. “It’s okay sissy! Just relax!” I did. I pushed a bit outwards to make for an easier insertion. Mistress then took the head of the cock and spun it around on my hole to lube it up even further. I felt her angle it up. Then I felt the pressure from the push. My hole was beginning to stretch.