Freed At Last! Another erotic bedtime story by Catherine.
You ring her doorbell and wait, trying to hide your impatience, not wanting to do anything today that might vex your Mistress. Because today is a very special day, isn’t it? Your Mistress summoned you by telephone, promising a very special reward. Of course you deserve to be rewarded, don’t you? You’ve been wearing that chastity device for three weeks now in spite of the physical pain, the maddening frustration, but now – today – you’ll be rewarded. Freed at last! When the device was attached, when you dared to ask the question “For how long?”, her answer was simply a soft laugh and “For as long as I say”. These past weeks have been the longest of your life. Unable to sleep from the frustration and the pain of the chafing cock cage, you’re exhausted. Oh, and hasn’t she made sure you suffered? Calling you before bedtime, whispering obscenities in a voice sometimes soft, seductive, persuasive and sometimes harsh and mocking, but always with the same result – hot, painful, sleepless nights.
She opens the door and for a moment you feel a stab of – what – disappointment? You were expecting something, well, a little “softer” perhaps. Not that she doesn’t look sexy – but you were hoping for something reflecting a more yielding mood. You swallow anxiously at the thought that maybe this outfit DOES reflect her mood! Her long hair is scraped back severely from her face, piled on the top of her head, one tendril escaping to curl provocatively against her cheek. She wears no makeup, except perhaps for a touch of gloss on those red lips. You’re never quite sure about that – although god knows you’ve spent many sleepless nights wondering! Perhaps if you could taste those lips, if you could slide just the tip of your tongue between them… You shake your head to clear it of such treacherous thoughts. It wouldn’t do to allow them to travel too far down that path. And besides, your cock stirs painfully at the idea of discovering whether she’s wearing lip gloss or not. She’s wearing that old white cotton tank top of hers – you’ve seen it before – and a pair of black leather pants so worn and tight that they are indeed like a second skin and plain black stiletto heels so high that the sight of her bottom as she walks away from you makes you groan inwardly.
Inside, she directs you to undress, telling you that you need to be completely naked for the treat she has in store for you. Stripping in front of your Mistress always makes your cock stiffen and today is no exception. You try to control your erection as the cruel confinement causes a fresh wave of pain. You’re ordered to sit in the hard, straight chair in the middle of the room. You barely notice. You’re so desperate for release, for relief, that you don’t care whether you sit, stand or balance on a tightrope! When you’re seated, she stands close to you – towering over you – and then crouches down, her face close to your cock. So close that you can feel her warm breath on the tortured flesh. “Poor little cock”, she says “It DOES look very sore”. You bite your lips, hard, in an effort to control the erection. The close proximity of your Mistress’s face almost tips you over the edge. It would almost be worth the punishment, wouldn’t it? Almost. She raises her head and remains crouched in front of you. “What do you think of this top?” she asks. “Do you think I should throw it out? It’s been washed and worn so many times now that the cotton’s almost transparent – see?” And indeed you DO see. You stare at her lovely breasts, watching in fascination as the erect nipples harden even more as she strokes and cups them in her hands. “PLEASE…!” you manage to croak and close your eyes. “Oh yes – I suppose you want your little treat”. Little treat she calls it! At this point it seems the most important thing in the world – the ONLY thing that matters. You open your eyes to see her outstretched hand with a tiny key on the palm. Your cock reacts the way a puppy does at the sight of it’s owner with a leash in her hand. “Walkies!” She smiles that heartbreaking smile of hers. There are days when you’d give anything to see that smile. You almost sob with gratitude as you open the cock cage and allow your sore and swollen penis to spring free. You close your eyes again and savour the glorious sensation of your unencumbered cock. “Hmmmm”, she says, “Now that you’ve allowed that thing to become so hard, how are we going to get this on?” You open your eyes again to see what she’s holding in her hand. It looks almost like a small sculpture, a piece of art. A piece of art in hard, shiny steel. “Do you like it? I thought it would be much better than the one I have you in now. Aren’t you pleased?”
Freed at last? No, not quite yet…
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