The Fall – Chapter 4 [Femdom] [Chastity] [Prejac Conditioning]

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The first time I knelt before speaking, I did it because it earned me points. Just like folding her laundry or running her a bath. It was a task, nothing more.

But the second time? When I lowered myself before her, eyes down and softly said, "Mistress… may I speak?" There was a strange heat in my chest. A weight. A thrill.

And she noticed it.

Her lips curled. "You like that, don't you?" she asked, not needing an answer.

Every time I said Mistress, something inside me buzzed. The word felt sharp, electric like it rewired the entire conversation. Even just keeping my eyes lowered while she spoke gave me a fluttery, anxious kind of high. It wasn't the same as doing her chores. This wasn't service. This was obedience.

And I was hard more often than not.

She never said anything directly about it. But I could tell she saw how flushed I got. And the way she smiled knowing, amused, completely in control only deepened the effect.

Eventually, after sixteen days and more failed tasks than I'd admit, I reached 200 points again.

I was glowing with anticipation.

That evening, she unlocked my cage. I watched her, breath held, hoping she'd let me inside her. But instead, she leaned over me on the couch, her voice casual.

"I'm not really in the mood for sex tonight."

My stomach dropped. "But I… I waited so long. Please…"

She raised an eyebrow.

"I'm your keyholder," she said simply, with just enough firmness to silence me. "I think I get to decide how you're released. Don't you?"

The way she said it.

That slow, unquestionable certainty.

It shut me up and turned me on more than I expected. She saw that, of course. Her hand brushed lightly over my cage, watching it swell against the bars.

Then she unlocked me, slid her hand around my cock and began to edge me.

Twice.

Each time, right on the brink, she pulled away and whispered something soft something like, not yet, or I don't decide when. I was panting by the time she gripped me firmly again. Her hand was confident, practiced, unrelenting.

And I came in less than thirty seconds again.

I groaned as I pulsed into her hand, twitching and helpless. As the orgasm ebbed, the guilt began creeping back quicker than the orgasm itself.

"Good boy," she whispered against my ear, her breath hot and close.

I opened my mouth, maybe to apologize, maybe to explain but her eyes held me still calm, confident, sure.

"There's nothing more perfect than that. You were ready for me," she purred, fingers gliding lazily down my chest. "So desperate, so obedient… You gave me everything without holding back."

She cupped my face in both hands and tilted my head toward her. "I don't want you to resist me. I want you like this; needy, aching, completely mine."

I swallowed hard, arousal still lingering even in my afterglow. The shame I thought I'd feel never really arrived, just the warmth of her approval settling into my skin.

Her thumb traced my cheek, her voice soft but deliberate. "You came fast because I made you ache for me. That's not weakness, that's loyalty. That's how I know you love me."

She leaned closer, eyes locked on mine. "That's what being my good boy looks like."

And in that moment, I didn't feel embarrassed. I felt proud. Owned. Loved.

Two weeks passed. This time, collecting 200 points was harder.

The submissive tasks were plentiful now but she started rejecting more completions. My foot rubs weren't relaxing enough. My coffee wasn't warm enough. One night, I called her "babe" instead of "Mistress" and lost points.

It took eighteen days.

By then, I was aching. I handed her the tally with trembling hands.

She glanced over it, then smiled faintly.

"Good," she said. "You made it."

I swallowed. "Can we… I mean, can we have sex this time?"

She was already reaching for the key.

"No," she said softly. "Not tonight."

"Please…"

She looked at me, amused. "Still trying to negotiate, hmm?"

I didn't speak.

She waited, letting the moment sit, then unlocked my cage again. I felt a stab of frustration. But I said nothing.

Then I blurted almost without thinking. "I'll be quick. Please"

That made her pause.

She turned toward me, her smile sharper now. "Oh?"

"I promise," I said. "I'll be quick. You won't even have to move much."

She raised an eyebrow, tilted her head. Considering.

"I'm really tired," she said at last, brushing my face. "It better be quick."

It was.

Even before she was fully seated on me, I was close. The moment she started to move, I grabbed the sheets, arched my back and came almost instantly less than ten thrusts in.

She didn't need to reassure me this time.

I didn't feel guilty.

I had promised it would be quick.

And I had delivered.

She didn't call attention to it. Just smirked a little, kissed my cheek, called me a good boy and got up to clean herself.

But I saw it, the way her hips swayed just a little more than usual on the way to the bathroom. The satisfied little look she shot me over her shoulder.

She liked that I kept my word.

She liked how easy it had become.

And part of me aching, used and still panting felt proud that I had pleased her.

Even if it only lasted seconds.