It took me thirty more days to reach 200 again.
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Thirty long days of service, of rules disguised as tasks. Thirty days of nudity and discomfort, of aching submission and relentless frustration.
The chores were still expected but they no longer earned points. Only deducted them if not done to perfection. The real points came from the more humiliating tasks; the ones that kept me aching and aroused, distracted and clumsy.
The butt plug task had become a daily challenge. I wasn't required to do it but I did. Every time I slipped it in, I earned points. Every time it slipped out, even briefly, I got nothing. And thrice again this month, it popped out while I was rushing, bending too low or moving too fast. Each time I noticed instantly and put it back but she didn't care.
"No points," she said both times, with a faint, knowing smile. "You didn't wear it all day, did you?"
Then there was the CFNM.
It never got easier.
She drifted around the apartment in her soft clothes; sometimes a hoodie, sometimes just panties and a loose tee while I remained completely bare. Plugged, collared, kneeling when I spoke, asking permission to sit near her.
It was demeaning. Unnatural. It chipped away at something inside me. But it also kept me needy so desperately needy that every failed task stung more, every point earned felt like a gulp of air.
I didn't edge this time. Not even once. I couldn't afford the deduction.
But eventually, after all the groveling and quiet suffering, I reached it. Day thirty. Task sheet complete. Whiteboard total: 200.
But I made it. Somehow.
On the evening of day thirty, I knelt beside her as she sipped her tea, my completed sheet held in both hands, arms trembling slightly.
She didn't ask. Didn't look.
Until she was ready.
Then she set the cup down, took the sheet and read it slowly. Silently.
Finally, her lips curved.
"Well done, my pet."
My heart jumped.
"You made it," she said warmly. "Two hundred. In thirty days this time. I'm impressed."
My breath caught as she looked at the whiteboard, then back at me with a soft, satisfied smile.
"Good job."
I closed my eyes. Relief flooded through me. And arousal. Always arousal.
She tapped the pen against her chin thoughtfully.
"I wonder," she mused aloud, "how I should let you have your reward…"
I looked up. "Mistress…"
She raised an eyebrow.
I bowed my head. "May I…" My voice cracked. "May I be inside you again?"
She tilted her head, considering.
"You've worked hard all month," she said at last. "I think you deserve that much."
My whole body trembled.
She stood and stretched, slow and graceful. Then she nodded toward the bedroom.
"Go lie down on the bed," she said. "Wait for me there."
I lay on my back, heart pounding, cock throbbing inside its cage even though I knew it wouldn't stay there much longer. The sheets felt cool beneath my skin. My breath came shallow, nervous.
When she stepped in, barefoot in her silk robe, I could barely look at her.
She stood at the foot of the bed and gave me a quiet smile.
"I'm going to unlock you now," she said. "You've earned it."
She did it herself, slowly. The cage came off with a soft metallic click. My cock sprang free, already leaking, twitching with anticipation.
She climbed onto the bed, straddling me, letting the heat of her skin press against mine.
But before she lowered herself, I found my voice.
"Mistress?" I whispered.
She paused.
"…May I set the pace this time?"
Her expression changed.
A subtle smile. A dangerous softness in her eyes.
"You want to be in control again?" she asked. "Like last time?"
I nodded, eyes full of hope.
She let out a quiet laugh. "You mean the last time I let you lead and you lasted, what… maybe twenty five seconds at max?"
My face flushed. I looked away.
"Aww," she said mockingly sweet. "Poor thing. You had the power, the rhythm, the chance to make love to me like a real man and you came like a desperate virgin."
My cock twitched hard against her, visibly.
She noticed.
"Oh," she said softly, delighted. "You liked that. Didn't you?"
I froze.
"You liked being called my little prejac."
I blushed crimson.
She smiled wider and cupped my chin, turning my face back to hers.
"Well, well," she said, brushing her thumb over my lower lip. "That's good to know. Because now I have an idea."
I held still, heart pounding.
"A new rule," she said softly. "Every time you earn a release, starting tonight, however many seconds it takes you to cum…"
She paused for dramatic effect.
"…we'll multiply that number by ten. That's how many points you'll need next time."
I stared at her, stunned.
She grinned, leaned in and kissed my cheek.
"So if you want your next orgasm sooner… you'd better cum fast."
Then she lowered herself onto me.
I was so hard it almost hurt. The warmth of her body swallowed me whole.
"I'll control the pace," she added, smiling. "Since we both know what happens when you try."
She rocked her hips slowly, deliberately.
I couldn't last.
Not even close.
She was wet and tight and dominant and so damn in control. Her words echoed in my head.. desperate virgin… little prejac…
I came in less than twenty seconds with a strangled moan, eyes rolling back, body seizing in helpless relief. My hands gripped the sheets like a drowning man grabbing a rope.
She didn't stop moving until I was completely spent, soft, breathless, humiliated.
Then she pulled away, stood and walked to the whiteboard.
19*10, she wrote next to the total.
Next Release: 190 Points
She looked over her shoulder, smiled and teased.
"Not bad, my little prejac boy. You just saved yourself 10 points."
A wink.
"The faster you cum, the sooner you get to do it again."
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