Everything as it Should Be . . .
Chapter 7 – Preparing Dinner
Grateful for the humiliating experience in the sex shop being over, I returned home to face Cassandra with all my packages in tow. I drove while eyeing the bag containing the new toys with some trepidation. It contained more implements to enhance Mistress’s control over my already overloaded sex organ. Did I want to hand these tools of enslavement willingly over to her? As I pondered that question, the vibrating ring continued its devilishly delightful dance. Before I could determine an acceptable alternate course of action, I arrived home. Pulling into the attached garage, I closed the overhead door behind me. It was not completely unexpected when my wife appeared at the entrance. She was dressed, or should I say undressed, in a super sexy manner. Her breasts were bare and jiggled in a provocative manner as she approached. It was all I could do to stop my hand from involuntarily reaching out to cup her quivering mounds of femininity. Thankfully, Ms V was covered but just barely so. A black bikini bottom that consisted mostly of string was all that kept me from dropping to my knees in adherence with her standing orders. My gaze roamed her body like a bee bouncing from flower to flower unable to decide which delicacy was sweeter. (more…)
Everything as it Should Be . . .
Chapter 6 – Shopping
Standing alone, my cock was almost screaming to cum. Gradually my erection, but not my desire, waned. Maybe 15 minutes later, Cassandra came back in the room and, finding me soft, quickly locked the chastity cage back on me. “There” she said “everything as it should be.” I waited patiently while she unlocked the cuffs from the pillar that had restrained my movements. “Now, I have some tasks for you. You are going shopping for these items” she handed me a list, “to make this menu” another list, “for this evening’s dinner. I expect everything to be ready by 7:00 sharp and if that (looking at my cock) wants any attention you’d best not let me down.” Her stern stair and raised eyebrow signaled me that it would be in my own best interest to comply. “You will find the attire I have selected for your shopping trip laid you on the bed” she continued. “Now run along like a good boy, get dressed in exactly what I picked out for you and be quick about it.” Her instructions left little room for interpretation so I left quickly. (more…)
Everything as it Should Be . . .
Chapter 5 – Ms. V’s Pop Quiz
After finishing my coffee, I wasn’t quite sure what to do next. Cassandra continued shuffling papers and making notes, completely ignoring me and my naked condition. Finally, after a long period of silence, I felt pangs of hunger and decided breakfast was in order. Not wanting to start eating in front of Cassandra for fear of reprisal, I asked “Would you like some breakfast Mistress.”
“That would be lovely” she said in her typical, day-to-day business voice. “Get me some sliced fruit and coffee.”
Without responding, I looked in the refrigerator for the requested items, but found none. Thinking quickly, I said “I just run out for a minute to get the fruit, Mistress.” I didn’t know quite what to expect since I was still naked and caged.
“Good plan boy, you learn fast. You’d better get some clothes on before you go out” she giggled. “Here, take this and open it upstairs before you dress. It’s another surprise from Ms. V.” She placed another ruby-red wrapped present before her. I quickly picked up the package and retreated to our dressing room. Once there, I looked at the elegantly wrapped box with curiosity and foreboding. Ms V’s last gift was still locked around me genitals, I’m not sure I was ready for another present from her. Fearing that I was taking too long, I ripped open the paper to find a large black phallic looking device and a note written in the same calligraphy as before.
This is a vibrating butt plug. You will insert it in your ass, powered off, and get dressed. You will do this because it amuses me to torment you.
Hugs, Ms V
I could feel Ms. V’s hugs on my cock as I picked up and inspected the plug deciding upon the best way to proceed. As I pushed it in, I felt stretched to the limit. I continued to force this new invader in my backside until it finally found home; the bulbous end passing the point of no return. With this new reminder of our new arrangement firmly lodged in my ass, I finished dressing and returned downstairs to grab keys, wallet, phone and so forth.
On my way out the door, Cassandra called to me. “Everything as it should be?”
“Yes, my Mistress” I replied with as much enthusiasm as I could muster. With both the cage and the anal invader impeding natural movement, I was walking a bit tentatively.
“Good answer” she replied and added “Call me from the market and let me know what fruit looks best, I’ll make my choice then.”
“Anything you say, Mistress” I said as I went out the door. Driving was as challenging as walking in my new Mistress enhanced outfit. When I finally reached the produce section, I obediently call my wife as instructed. While on the phone, we selected the freshest items that would suit her taste. Hanging up I paid the bill and returned to our car. As I was getting ready to leave, I felt my phone alerting me to a new text message. It was from Cassandra.
“Ms. V commands you turn on the vibrator. You can thank her when you return.”
Shocked, I put the phone away and looked around. Would anybody see me? Diligently, I fumbled in my pants until I found the switch. WOW! With energetic plug humming away, the device bore into me like a frenzied beaver. The vibration flowed through my groin waking up my sleeping cock, causing it to stir and once again test the confines of the cage. Feelings of overwhelming desire coursed through my body as I resigned myself to the drive home.
When I finally pulled into the drive, my body was on fire. With the bulbous end of the toy nuzzling and massaging my prostate had my lust reaching a fever pitch. As I walked into the house, Cassandra spoke, “Have a nice trip?” My desire for her doubled and then doubled again when first, I heard her sexy voice and then saw her standing naked in the kitchen. Remembering the rules, I set the bags down, dropped to my knees and slowly approached the object of my desire.
“Thank you, Ms. V; Thank you oh so, so much” kissing her over and over again as my dick pressed against its harness.
Cassandra squealed in delight “My, quite a greeting for only being apart a half-hour. You must have really missed her.” She allowed me to pray at her alter of womanhood for a little longer before telling me to go upstairs, get my clothes off and put Ms V’s latest gift away. When I return, and I returned as quickly as I could, I found my wife had prepared both the food and the place settings. Hers was at the usual spot at the table. Mine was on the floor facing her. The not so subtle implication was that I should be on my knees, available for Ms. V’s observation, as we shared breakfast. We ate and talked as normally with the exception I couldn’t pull my eyes away from my wife’s exposed charms. When she had had her fill, she commented “wonderful breakfast. We should do this every Saturday. Don’t you think?” I agreed whole heartedly with the sentiment and added that next time we could include passion fruit. My wife laughing fired back “so you think you can handle more, big boy?” Trying to encourage another bout of sex I spoke from my position beneath the table, “I’ve got what it takes to satisfy Ms V, Mistress” The ominous reply came back to haunt me as she stood to leave, “we’ll just see about that, won’t we Ms V!” Departing for the bedroom she ordered, “Clean up the mess while I freshen, be done in 15 minutes.”
Once Cassandra was gone, I stood up and stretched to relieve my tense muscles (all but one). I quickly packaged the uneaten fruit, put it in the fridge and washed all the dishes. Finishing before my allotted time, I continued to tidy up the kitchen. That was how my wife found me when she returned in 15 minutes to the second. She was now dressed in revealing shorts and a halter top she knew I found sexy.
“Everything as it should be, my Mistress?” I asked using her phrase to inquire about my cleaning efforts.
Looking right at my crotch, she replied “definitely!” She continued, “In fact, I think it’s time I give my cock a little exercise. Get over here now!” I practically ran over to where she was standing. Grabbing my arms, she deftly cuffed them behind a pillar next to her work area. With me immobilized, she then produced a key from her pocked and held it before my eyes. “You know what this unlocks?” she queried.
“My cock, Mistress?” I asked hopefully.
“My cock!” she responded forcefully.
“I stand corrected, Mistress, Your cock”.
“You’ll stand, alright” she said in an amused tone. “You’ll stand at attention for as long as I decide.” With that, she sat and released my captive bull from the gate. It sprang free and rose to greet her like a private welcoming a five-star general. She began by pulling and tugging at my balls, “nice and full I see.” I could only groan at the sudden attention granted to my week-long deprived sex organs. “Are you ready for a pop quiz?” The emphasis on the word pop only inflamed my desire further. “Ms. V has a few questions for you.” Her fingers moved up my shaft making it more difficult for me to concentrate on the conversation. “Ready?”
“Yes Mistress” almost purring due to the exquisite sensations resulting from her handiwork.
“Recite Rule #6” she commanded.
With her delicate fingers dancing on my most sensitive areas, focusing on the question was difficult to say the least. I tried to think but I couldn’t associate the number to its rule with her so expertly teasing my cock. I guessed…
“Wrong!” she responded and slapped my cock with enough force to elicit a grunt of pain. “Rule #6 states that you must always ask Ms. V’s permission to orgasm in the following manner: Would it please you for me to squirt Ms. V?” She asked the question again “Recite Rule #6.” Of course this time I got it right and was rewarded with soft, teasing caresses again. This continued on and on. Through repetition and Pavlovian training, she had me memorize and recite Ms. V’s commands word for word although my cock was red and stinging by the time that she was satisfied. “I hope for your sake you remember these” she stated ominously, “we will continue these tests every day until you get it right.” That gave me hope. I was pretty sure I could memorize these rules quickly and receive the rewards that came with correct answers. Cassandra dashed my hope of this when she added, “You do know that Ms. V can change the rules at any time.” With that menacing comment, my wife left me alone. Cuffed to the pillar, I could do nothing but wait for her return while considering my plight. I had let Cassandra shave, tease, deny, dominate and lock my cock. I had no idea what my sexy wife turned dominatrix would think of next. However, using the weekend so far as guide, it would not be boring.
Everything as it Should Be . . .
Chapter 4 – Ms. V’s Rules
As I kissed and licked and tongued Ms. V to another gyrating orgasm, my cock felt painfully compressed as it tried to expand. When Cassandra and Ms. V dismounted my face, I looked down to see the metal cage had been fastened to my cock and balls.
I spoke in astonishment and a little anger, “Cassandra, what the Hell is that?”
Still recovering from my oral stimulus she said, “That is no way to speak to a Lady? Any more outbursts like that and I won’t release you hands.”
Still upset, I growled, “My Lady, what have you done to me?”
“What Have I done to you?” she echoed with sarcasm. “I’ve made sure you will keep your word and honor your agreements with me and Ms. V.” After releasing my hands, I examined the contraption affixed to me. A small, one-piece ring of steel tightly encircled my cock and balls. This, in turn, was attached with a small padlock to a metal tube enclosing my cock too small to permit an erection. The whole apparatus served to keep me from getting hard or obtaining and sexual relief regardless of the method.
“It’s called a chastity cage and you will be wearing it until I decide otherwise” she said with satisfaction.
“But Cassandra” I whimpered, “I really want to make love to you.”
“You just did” she smiled. “And you performed exceptionally. Not even Cleopatra had a servant that performed better than you. You were so very motivated to pleasuring me, I must thank you” as she gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Now go wash up, you have a lot of work to do today and you don’t want to keep Ms. V waiting, she doesn’t like that.” With that, my wife got dressed left me alone and naked… save for my new stainless steel prison.
As I walked to our bathroom, I pulled and tugged on my new cage. It held firm trapping my cock and balls in hardened steel. No amount of twisting or prodding seemed to release its grip. Once I reached the toilet, I was presented with a new challenge. How was I going to pee in this thing? The tube had a small hole in the end, but nothing I could aim with. I tried as best I could to point, but pee ended up going everywhere. Finally, I resigned myself to sit down and pee with my dick between my legs. Hearing the toilet flush, Cassandra called up to me from downstairs, “I guess you’ll be leaving the seat down from now on, right?” I chose not to reply, this was humiliating! Getting in the shower, I lathered up and scrubbed my skin as well as rubbing my sore muscles from being bound all night. In the previous days that week, I had followed Cassandra’s directive not to masturbate, but I did take pleasure in washing my cock. Perhaps giving it a few more rubs with my hand than really needed for sanitary purposes. Now, even that little guilty pleasure was denied. I soaped and rinsed the imprisoned region, the water tickling my sensitive manhood inside the tube only served to frustrate me more. Giving up, I turned off the water, dried, dressed and proceeded downstairs to face me wife turned captor.
“Took you long enough” she admonished with a snap. “Showers are for washing, not for enjoyment.”
“But I was…”
“No buts and no excuses” she said flatly. “From now on your showers will take no more than 5 minutes, understood?”
“Understood, my Lady”
“Very good; and about how you should address me, when in public stick with my Lady but when we are home, alone you should use Mistress.”
“Yes my La…, Yes Mistress”
“Better! Now who told you to get dressed?” she looked at me with a regal air.
“No one, Mistress”, I was starting to dislike this turn of events yet my cock struggled to salute her again.
“Take them off and return promptly.”
I took the clothes I had just put on back upstairs and return brandishing only my new steel vanquisher.
“Now kneel down here” she pointed to the floor before her seat “and listen. Ms. V has some rules for you to follow and you better do what she says if you ever want to get out of that chastity cage.” Slipping out of her shorts, Cassandra positioned Ms. V on the edge of her chair.
“Rule #1, when Ms. V gives you a command, you will obey without hesitation” she began.
“Rule #2, Ms. V is never wrong. You may not argue or challenge her decisions.”
“Rule #3, following a command, you will kiss and properly thank Ms. V when she is in full view.”
My wife paused and looked down at me expectantly. When I didn’t move, she cleared her throat in an obvious way indicating an action was required on my part.
Slowly putting two and two together, I moved forward on my knees and kissed her pussy, “Thank you Ms. V”
Momentarily satisfied, Cassandra continued, “Rule #4, unless you are otherwise restrained, you must always be on your knees when Ms. V is in full view.
“Thank you, Ms. V.” was my response, kissing Cassandra’s sex again.
“Rule #5, and this is very important, you may not, under any circumstances, orgasm unless in the presence of Ms. V.” Cassandra glared at me with one of those I damn well mean it expressions.
“Thank you, Ms. V.” followed by a kiss.
“Rule #6, you must always ask Ms. V’s permission to orgasm in the following manner: Would it please you for me to squirt Ms. V?”
Wincing a little at that phrase, I kissed and said “Thank you, Ms. V.”
“Rule #7, to address Ms V, you must first ask permission in the following manner: Would Ms. V please indulge her servant?
“Thank you, Ms. V” with another kiss.
With that, Cassandra stood up, pulled down her shorts, brushed past me and continued as if nothing put of the ordinary had happened. I was astonished in the quick change of attitude. She busied herself in the paperwork she keeps for household chores and grocery lists. Not knowing what else to do, I stood up stiffly and went for my first cup of coffee of the morning. My cock was still testing the limits of the cage, so I thought I’d brave a question of my wife turned hellcat.
“Mistress, when will you remove this cage?”
Glancing briefly at me, she said “You’d have to ask Ms. V.”
Remembering the ordeal I just endured, I spoke the required words “Would Ms. V please indulge her servant?”
This time, without looking up, Cassandra said firmly, “No.”
Since I will be traveling for a few weeks, Mistress Cassandra has permitted me to post some of the fiction I have been writing at her command. I will post additional chapters of this work as time permits. Respectful comments are always welcome.
Everything as it Should Be . . .
Dedicated to the Queen of Denial
Chapter 1 – Introduction to Denial
It was Friday night after a particularly long week and my wife Cassandra had cleverly steered the conversation around to thoughts that she felt would enhance our lovemaking. Being a typical hot-blooded male, anytime she broached the subject of sex I listened with keen interest.
“Quinn,” she said in a breathy voice, “I think we need to spice things up a bit.”
“Do you have anything in mind?” I responded a bit too quickly. Mental images of her incredible naked form floated to the surface of my consciousness. Her reply puzzled me.
“I want too… well, you know… make it more exciting for both of us and (pausing momentarily) last a bit longer and happen more often.”
“I didn’t know I disappointed you”, came my replied, “I always try to satisfy you before myself.”
Her response was reassuring, “Oh Quinn, your stamina is great. You give me wonderful orgasms all the time. It’s just that after you … (another awkward pause) … cum, you lose all interest sex for the next day or two and I have to waiting for you to reload before we can have at it again.”
With some relief I spoke carefully, “Thanks Cassandra, I appreciate the compliment but you know that’s natural for us males. We weren’t given your capacity for unlimited orgasms.”
“I know that Quinn”, she retorted with a little sarcasm, “Do you think I was born yesterday? What I have in mind is delaying you’re… (She softened her voice) release so we extend the pleasure. You know, sort of hold back the flood gates to prolong and increase our lovemaking.”
She was so sexy, so irresistible, in her expression there was no way I could say no. I wanted to take her right on the spot. “I’m game, anything you say dear”.
“Oh Quinn”, she giggled, “you are the best man a woman could ever have. Let’s go upstairs right now and get started.”
We practically ran to the bedroom; touching and tickling all the way. We unbuttoned, unzipped and unsnapped each other in record time. Soon she was on her back, legs spread wide and I was filling her with slow, measured thrusts. The feel of her velvety sex was difficult to resist, but I concentrated on the words of our earlier conversation and held back for her satisfaction. It didn’t take long. Soon Cassandra was meeting every motion of mine with an equal and opposite reaction that had us both moaning and panting like animals. Fortunately for me, she climaxed before I had to withdraw to prevent the same. We lay together; her basking in the glow of post orgasmic bliss while I remained hard and fully primed.
“That was amazing Quinn”, she said after catching her breath. “I could do that all day.”
“Glad one of us can”, I responded with a hint of dismay in my voice.
“But you can”, my naked wife beamed. “We can do this again an hour from now and you’ll be just as motivated as you were a moment ago.”
I couldn’t argue with her. My rampant erection made it impossible to refute her logic.
“Why don’t you go and get me some juice, I’m parched” she winked. “I need to stay hydrated after all that exercise.
Smiling, I spoke with a dry wit, “I’ve got plenty of juice right here and we don’t even need to get out of bed.”
“Quinn”, she said with mock sternness, “that fluid needs to stay right where it is so that you’ll be ready for round two. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten our little talk already?”
Jumping out of bed, I proceeded to the fridge; my voice echoing in the room as a left, “No dear, anything you say dear.”
“And don’t you forget it”, came the cheerful reply.
Two hours later I was at my desk, trying to concentrate on some paperwork leftover from the previous week. My cock wouldn’t completely soften. I could still imagine the intoxicating feel of Cassandra’s pussy. It was… haunting. No matter how many times I re-read the paragraphs in front of me, I couldn’t focus my mind on anything but sex. In this state, Cassandra’s arrival in the doorway, dressed only in bra and panties, was doubly overwhelming.
“Ready to go again?” she purred.
“I never stopped being ready”, came my quick answer.
“Good, I like my men like that” she said as she gracefully sat in the leather wingback chair opposite my desk. “Why don’t you show me what you’ve got, big boy.”
Unaccustomed to her directness, I stood up and began to remove my clothes.
“Slowly”, she whispered. “No need to hurry. Make it sexy. Imagine you’re a stripper trying for a big tip. Make me want you… need you. First the shirts, then the pants, then… use your imagination.”
I tried my best to give her a show. Not practiced at this, I hesitated a little but her sultry demeanor helped me get into the part. Soon I was swinging my shed garments and flashing skin to her obvious enjoyment.
“Not bad” she said laughing. “I’ve seen better strip shows but never with a model so eager to please.”
I didn’t recall her mentioning strip shows before.
“You have natural talent” she continued. “A little training and you could go pro! Now come over here and let me feel the merchandize.”
As I move closer, she took my cock and balls in her hands. Oh God, such a feathery touch. I almost came right then and there. Sensing my overflowing passion, she raised her voice, “Whoa big fella, looks like you’re too skittish to even entering the starting gate. Maybe you should go down and get drink from the watering hole while you settle down.”
Guess correctly at what she meant, I dropped to my knees and slowly began to lick her already moist pussy. I rarely performed oral sex on Cassandra, believing that she preferred penetration. However on this occasion she opened like a flower, spreading her legs and her nether lips to accept my tentative advances. Soon she began urging me on with both her hands as well as passionate commands.
“Not there, lower… and deeper!”
“Use your whole mouth, not just your tongue!”
I tried to follow her urgent, insistent instructions as the heels of her feet dug into my back to spur me on. Like an experienced cowgirl riding her prize bull, she twisted and thrust her cunt against my face. I don’t know how long the ride lasted, but it must have been a record. She came with a violent shudder that had me holding her hips just to stay connected. My mouth and her pussy were the only things that existed for either of us at that moment. Finally, after several minutes of orgasmic aftershocks, she relaxed into the chair and smiled at me.
“Nice ride, I’ll have to pick you from the stable more often.”
“You’re quite the equestrian”, I responded getting my breath back, “a rough rider for sure.” I shifted my position, while still on my knees, to move my cock closer to her wet, inviting pussy I was kissing only moments before. As I moved to enter her, she stopped me. With my cockhead just touching her glistening sex she spoke.
“My stud wants to sew his wild oats? Just remember our new arrangement”, she said with authority. “You can slip in for a little trot, but absolutely NO ORGASM! Understand stud?”
I could only nod yes is silence. I was so horny; I was disparate for any relief. Cassandra lay back fully naked and fully relaxed as I fucked. I pumped in and out of her until my forbidden orgasm approached. I looked pleadingly into her eyes but found no hint of compassion. Without a word she rejected my unvoiced request. Narrowing her beautiful eyes and with a slight tilt of her head the expression was clear. NO ORGASM was communicated so loudly that I withdrew immediately. My correct response was rewarded with devilish smile. We didn’t need to say anything. She exited the room with a regal air while I was left to collect my scattered clothing.
Similar scenarios were repeated four more times throughout the weekend each with similar endings. Each time she left completely sated while I was left high and dry. I was impulsively drawn to her, I really needed her… and she knew it. Whenever we were in the same room the sexual tension was undeniable. She would catch me looking at her and give me a knowing smile in return. Like a concert virtuoso she played me like a Stradivarius.
Finally, thankfully, at Sunday night dinner, Cassandra broached the topic of sex. “Quinn, this weekend was everything I could have hoped for… it was wonderful.”
“I could have hoped for a little more”, I said with far too much sarcasm in my voice.
“Don’t whine Quinn, it’s not attractive. You know you enjoyed every minute of it. You’ve lusted after me more this weekend than in the last year of our marriage. What’s more, you were a better lover than you’ve been in a long, long time. I say this little experiment was an unqualified success, wouldn’t you?”
She had a point. I hadn’t thought about sex this much since I was a teenager. Also, I didn’t want to disappoint her and I was still as horny as hell. I carefully choose my words so as not to offend my sexy wife.
“Yes darling, I’m sorry. It was an incredible weekend. Thank you for creating it for us.” A smile positively exploded on her face. Pressing my luck, I continued. “I’m a lucky man to be married to such a beautiful, sexy and imaginative woman. I wish we could make love right now.” There was no doubt about that last sentence being true. My cock was so hard it was practically ripping through my pants.
Those last words hung in the air like a fog. I waited… I examined Cassandra’s face for a hint of what she was thinking. Finally, a smile appeared on her lovely features. A Mona Lisa smile, promising everything but delivering only a taste.
“You want to cum?” Those full lips said smiling just a little more. “You want to release all the sperm that’s been building up this weekend?”
“Oh God, yes,” I replied starting to stand. I wanted… I needed to get closer to her. A simple hand signal from her froze me in my tracks. The smile remained but that lovely hand permitted me to go no further. I racked my brain for ideas on how to proceed. Desperately I search for a way to rescue my hopeless situation. Then, without consciously identifying them, the words came forth.
That was all it took. The hand stopping my advancement was withdrawn and the grin grew to that stunning smile I adored. As I approached, she opened her arms but remained seated. The only way for me to return the offered hug, and to feel her incredible body, was to get on my knees and wrap my arms around her… I did.
I hugged her so tightly and for so long that she finally exclaimed, “Quinn, you don’t want to hurt me do you?” I relaxed my bear hug and she continued. “You really are ready aren’t you?”
Having achieved success before, my mind responded instinctively, “Please, Cassandra, Please!”
“Please what?” she responded coyly.
“Please, I need you”, I said.
“Of course you do” her voice dripping with empathy. “And you’ve got me.”
“Can we…” my voice failing before finishing the thought.
“Can we what, my dear,” she prompted.
“Can we make love?” my voice all but trembling.
“I have a better idea” she cooed. “Take off those clothes and I’ll let you have what you need right here.”
I was naked and at her feet again in no time. The feeling when she closed her had around my cock made me swoon.
“Is this what you want?”
All I could do was expel a heavy sigh.
“I didn’t understand you.” Her hand retreating from my cock momentarily while repeating the query, “Is that what you need?”
“Oh yes, God yes. I need you” was my immediate reply not wanting to lose the grip of her delicate hand again.
“I know that you need me Quinn, but what else do you need?”
I couldn’t think with her hand slowly fondling my deprived, sensitive cock. The words flowed from my mouth as if on autopilot.
“I need to cum Cassandra”, is pleaded to my wife.
“That’s right. You need Cassandra. You need to cum. You need Cassandra to let you cum, isn’t that right?” she questioned me.
I wanted to cum so badly that no resistance was left. Her ultra soft fingers caressed my flesh in a way drove me mad.
“Yes. Please! I need Cassandra to let me cum. Please let me cum Cassandra.”
“Alright my anxious little boy” she admonished in a slightly superior tone. “I’ll let you squirt. But I want you to promise me something first. It’s something you’ll like. It’s something that will enable you to feel just the way you do right now.”
“Yes… Please… anything Cassandra! Please let me cum Cassandra!” The sensations invoked by her artful hand allowed for no disagreement.
“I want you to promise that we’ll continue our new arrangement all next week. I want you to promise you’ll be ready to make love anytime I choose. I want you highly motivated for sex every night, just like right now. Will you promise?”
I promised anything and everything she asked. I promised to rub her feet on demand. I promised to give her a massage when requested. I promised to make her cum at any time and in any fashion she chose. But especially, I promised not to orgasm again until she allowed it.
“You promise not to make yourself cum when I’m not looking?” she asked.
“No Cassandra, I promise I won’t cum when you’re not looking.”
“I know you do that” she snapped.
“Do what?” I said innocently as possible.
“Masturbate” she said in harsh tone. “You masturbate when you think I’m not watching, don’t you.”
Stupefied at this turn of events, I remained silent.
“DON’T YOU?” her gentle hand moving from my cock to my exposed balls giving them a not so gentle squeeze.
“Yes” I said meekly. “I’m sorry Cassandra; it’s just that I get so horny sometimes.”
“Well that all changes as of this moment. No more playing with yourself. No more masturbation unless I say so, got it?”
“Got it” I said.
“Promise me” was the reply.
“You promise what” she said sharply.
“I promise not to masturbate without your permission Cassandra”.
“Good, I’m glad we have an understanding about that” her hand returning once again to my aching cock and stoking it with a skill that made me shiver with desire to my very core.
“Are you ready to cum now?” she asked again with a teasing smirk on her lips.
“Please Cassandra, Please, Oh Please may I cum for you now? Pleeeeeeeease!”
She released my cock from the erotic motions of her hand and said “Very well, you may now squirt for me.”
“But aren’t you going to…” my voice trailed off.
“No” she replied forcefully. “You have my permission, for this one time, to masturbate. I want to see what you were doing behind my back all those years. Now get going before I change my mind.”
I looked pleadingly into those exotic eyes but found no leniency. Her last statement lingered in my thoughts for only a moment before the comprehension kicked in. If I didn’t masturbate for her now, I might not get to cum at all. Given those choices, I quickly grabbed my dick and started stroking. In less than a minute I was spraying all over the floor at her feet.
After I caught my breath, she smiled down at me and commented “that didn’t take long. Quite a load you deposited for me. Go get something to clean up this mess that you made.” The emphasis on you was unmistakable. It was only then my mind perceived the inequality of the situation. My wife was completely dressed and seated comfortably in her chair while I was naked and on my knees at her feet having just jacked off after asking for permission. The expression on her face told me she knew my thoughts and was enjoying the embarrassment of my realization.
I started to speak, “Cassandra… I didn’t…”
“GO!” she interrupted. “Clean up your mess this instant.”
I struggled to get up and left to find the cleaning supplies necessary to remove the puddles of cum on the floor. Fortunately for me, when I returned she was gone.
Later that night, as we lay holding each other in bed, my wife whispered “Thank you for a lovely weekend. I’m still tingling all over.”
“Me too”, I replied without hesitation.
“I could tell” she whispered back as she reached down to take hold of my cock. Even with the previous encounter, it started to stiffen under her touch. “Everything as it should be” was the last thing I heard her say before I drifted off into a tenuous sleep.
In my first posting on using the Dreamlover 2000 with the Watchful Mistress, I promised that there would be additional details. So to fulfill that promise (as a good submissive must always do) I’m pleased to report a very viable solution. This solution is a combination of the two techniques I had previously presented; elastic electro bands and TENS pads. Connecting the first electrode to a band stretched around the balls yields a good and reliable electrical connection isolated from the metal device. The TENS pads for testicular connections had a tendency to become unstuck due to physical movement where the band “hangs in there”. For the second electrode, a TENS pad positioned inside the chastity device, adhered to the top of the penis, will remain fixed in place due to close proximity to the sheath. The elastic band was impractical due to its size, fastener and connector. Thus, using the combination achieves reliable connections that can “go the distance” day or night. My apologies to you guys in metal that were anxious to avoid a Dreamlover 2000. However, my service to Mistress Cassandra’s commands and desires must come first.
As I was writing this entry, Mistress Cassandra just “remotely managed” me. I can assure you that the connections described above achieve excellent connection to the Dreamlover 2000. Even using the default settings for the pulse times, the MEDIUM pulse had me on my knees wishing I could beg her for leniency.
Imagine if you will that you have been denied for 3 weeks; continually locked in a chastity cage that prevents any form of self stimulation or erection. Then, suddenly, you’re freed from the confines of the cage. You can, for the first time in weeks, feel the breeze on your cock as the wind blows past. You can see the part of your body that gives you so much pleasure and torment unharnessed. The plastic and metal that have prevented you from receiving the gratification you’ve desired for so long is now absent. But there’s a catch. With Mistress Cassandra there is always a catch. The chastity cage enclosing your cock has been replaced with a locking Kali Bracelet, an open metal ring with sharp points (or teeth) lining the interior. As long as you can remain flaccid, the teeth won’t intrude on your sensitive member. However, an erection would be punished by Kali’s painful bite. This scenario creates an intensely erotic dilemma. Not only can’t you touch the flesh which has been imprisoned for so many days, you are now prevented from even thinking about it. Erotic thoughts must be quickly dismissed to avoid arousal which would be detrimental to your manhood. It is then you realize that clever Mistress Cassandra is now not only controlling your actions but your thoughts as well. To increase the torment, you’re informed that the orgasm you so crave may be granted today. The longer you remain in Kali’s clutches, the better your chances of being allowed relief. What a paradox! Do you beg for release quickly and diminish the probably of orgasm? Do you endure the erotic tension of trying to avoiding sexual thoughts in the hopes of increasing your chances? I managed to survive for over 6 hours under this sword of Damocles when finally Mistress Cassandra granted me a reprieve. I thankfully removed the bracelet and followed my Mistress’ additional detailed instructions (almost).
Now here’s one chastity device that promotes all work and no play. Unlike the other chastity devices (CB3000, BON4, CB6000s, Watchful Mistress) which Mistress Cassandra employs to shield my cock from playful fingers, Kali’s open-ended design allows free access to the head and most of the shaft. But watch out! Sharp teeth lining the inside of this ‘bracelet’ that are innocuous when flaccid will dig into your cock at the beginnings of any erection; a real deterrent to any arousal whether induced from mental, visual or manual stimulation. To keep this devilish device in place, the holes in the interlocking tabs of Kali were widened to one-quarter inch. This enabled it to work with the rings and pins of the old school CB3000 (a good use for these components since they have been superseded by the CS6000s and the Watchful Mistress). The resulting contraption locks the bracelet closed and prevents it from being slipped off. The teeth punish any attempted erection with sharp bites. The result is a truly precarious predicament for the unfortunate wearer. It absolutely guarantees no net surfing for those sexy images and unwavering focus on those tasks set forth by Mistress Cassandra. What would you do if your Mistress locked Kali on you?
Last weekend, in addition to being permitted “free range” status, I was also given several assignments by my provocative Mistress Cassandra. One of these was to edge every hour when I wasn’t sleeping. The manner in which these edges were to be performed was rigidly prescribed; naked, on my knees before her image and chanting “Mistress Cassandra owns my cock”. Additionally, I was to prepare an image of my beautiful Mistress as Cleopatra, Queen of the Nile (or is that Queen of Denial). So between the hourly alarms signaling my obligated self frustration, I assembled the required artwork and pieced together the scene in Photoshop. Tracing the curves of her luscious body to blend the images together to meet her demanding quality standards was pure torture. My desire to release, built over weeks of enforced chastity, spurred my desire to achieve perfection in my task. As the hours passed, the image took shape in a way that I hoped would please her. Striving to impress (like all males in chastity must), I also created an anaglyph; a 3D version of the image that appears when wearing red/cyan colored glasses. As the weekend came to a close, and after 34 edges delivered with the proper reverence, I sent the final image for Mistress’ inspection. My reward for this obedience and creativity… stay tuned. You can see the final product and read the story that inspired it on Mistress Cassandra’s blog.
On the day before I returned to my wife, Mistress Cassandra gifted me with an erotic session I will never forget; an hour locked in the humbler. With this cruel device locked around my balls, Mistress instructed me to parade back and forth on my hands and knees while she observed my plight via webcam. Being locked in such a manner while reading Mistress’ instant message “this is all for my amusement” invoked shivers of desire. All I could do as the seconds ticked slowly past with the persistent tug on my balls was to look lustfully at the image of her seated comfortably gazing down at me. Talk about a submissive experience. Even when the hour had elapsed, Mistress was not finished with me. I was treated to an hour of hardcore tease and denial that left me breathless. Finally, still not satisfied, Mistress instructed me to edge every hour until I met my vanilla wife. Thus prepared by my devilishly clever Mistress, I was incredibly aroused and ready for sex with my wife when the moment thankfully arrived. I got on my knees next to her and licked pussy slowly using techniques I studied and practiced. She responded fervently, saying that her orgasm snuck up and overwhelmed her. My release was, needless to say after 23 days of teasing, overpowering. I went to sleep satisfied for the first night in a long time.
During the holidays, I followed Mistress Cassandra’s instructions precisely. There was neither stroking nor any solo orgasms. The only relief I received was what my wife granted me. Following Mistress Cassandra’s and Ms Rika’s teachings, I performed unrequested tasks that would hopefully endear me to her. Lots of neck, back, leg and foot rubs in the morning, evening and periodically in between. I would wash dishes in the morning when I found them. I made the bed after she came downstairs in the morning. I worked a few big projects around the house that she had been waiting for. All of these tasks were done without the expectation of reward. However, the results included some spectacular love making, albeit not as often as my desire. Nonetheless, it kept me motivated to perform many “special” duties to make the holidays enjoyable and memorable for her.
Returning to Chastity
Upon returning to Mistress Cassandra’s control, I dutifully reported my progress, development and status. I also humbly requested one more orgasm before going into chastity for an indefinite period. After considering it (and keeping me in suspense) for a day, my Mistress granted my request… and more. She rolled the dice and announced, to my astonishment, that I would be required to have not one orgasm but four in the next hour. On my knees, I enthusiastically reached the first in record time. After a short break, Mistress’ commands in my ears goading me on, I was just barely able to follow her directions and spasm a second time. After that, however, no amount of coaxing could get me to the third so I unfortunately failed my Mistress (an act which I am sure I will have to pay for in the future). So here I am, locked again and at her mercy. I’m sure I will look longingly back at those missed opportunities to release with regret. I thank my wonderful Mistress Cassandra for all the time and effort she puts into my training. I am a better man… well, she would have me say boy for it.