"I don’t see what you’re squirming about…I’m just giving you exactly what you asked for…" she said, reaching down and kissing the head of the member. He squirmed, frustrated and pent up after what was a rather long week for him. He’d gone from one binding to another, spending the cool down between them with his shaft caged and denied any erection, then either spending his time bound with a patented denial collar and a slew of gel vibrating toys…Or at the mercy of that mare.
It was finally Saturday, as he woke, reminded instantly of the agreement. A week at her mercy, and she’d end it with the best blowjob he’d ever seen, and she’d cook and clean up every day of it. At the time, it didn’t sound like a bad idea, they were both kinky, both into latex, bondage and the like…He just hadn’t expected her to pent him up for that long week. Right now he was rolling his shoulders back and stretching, grabbing his glasses as he slipped them on, blinking as the sun streamed in. It was a wonderful day dawning outside, as he finally tapped his phone, silencing the buzzing alarm. The thought of it twitching there on the bedside awoke something else, recalling last night's session. He winced, her having switched from a normally sized steel cage, to one that was half that, making his pent up morning wood all the more frustrating.
Soon enough, his tormentor strolled into the guest bedroom. She was smiling cheerfully as she placed breakfast down on his lap, making certain for the metal bar around the underside of the tray, one that the legs of the bed-tray attached to, clinked and tapped the steel cage about his frustrated member. It was met with a grunt, as she perched herself on the side of the bed, reaching under the tray and cupping his swollen sack, feeling his pent up balls for a few tender moments before finally looking him in the eyes.
"Morning! How's my favourite little gimp doing? I'm pretty sure you know it already, but it’s the last day, Clippy…Eat up, have a wash, I’ll be in the play room waiting." She spoke, giving him a kiss on the cheek. He was soon there, after breakfast and a shower, washing and dutifully massaging lube into his fur. The last day, clippy's heart was racing with the chance to finally get to enjoy her mouth around his member. She'd promised it would all end like that, meaning he'd finally be able to empty his sore, blue-balled sack after spending the week with his member strapped in gel, cage and worse. He made his way into the playroom, a large, red room, wall to wall with restraints, toys, shelves of plugs and dildos…He’d spent a good few hours a day in there each day of the week. He saw her perched on the bed, three items on the bed beside her with a muzzle on the table by the door. They were all in black, polished latex, already sending a shiver of excitement down his spine.
A tight straight jacket going on first, wing binding sheaths slid and buckled tightly. He was slightly perplexed by the straps from the waist-band of the straight jacket, though for now he was more worried about what was to happen next.
She was sat there in a much more relaxed outfit than usual, her latex leggings on, tight about her legs, with a jacket on over the top. Underneath was a plain t-shirt, as if she'd opted for something a lot more sedate for the final day. Of course, her hands gleamed with gloves in the same black material as her leggings, all of it polished up lovingly whilst he'd been in the shower and such. He soon noticed, striding up between her legs was the slicked member that was her favourite strap-on, one he'd almost been able to cum from as she'd spent the first night working up to it, and then giving him a long fucking.
"So…before I let you enjoy one of my favourite muzzles..." She spoke, breaking the silence as he stood in the doorway, naked except the silvery cage. "…Your choice, either I could let you switch that plug in your rump for this nice big strap-on I have, and we get to see you empty those big balls through your cage…Or, I swap it for another plug, and I’ll let your shaft out of the cage, so I can personally enjoy it for this session" She spoke. The latter option was finished with her giving her lips a long, sensual lick, letting him take note of the bright red lipstick she'd put on. Clip’s mind would of course be a bit puzzled, raising an eyebrow. He watched her finish the sentence with the slow, suggestive lick and nearly blurted out which one he wanted. The problem his mind soon realised, was there had to be a catch, there had to be, it was obvious…then again, there was the chance that she might actually be giving him a treat, for being such a good boy.
"guess…I’ll go for the latter." He said with a slightly nervous chuckle. Her eyes lit up, picking the muzzle.
"Well then, mind sliding down to your knees, like a good boy?" She asked.
As soon as he was there, she had the straps about his head. His glasses were slid back on a moment later, as she tugged him up by a single finger under his now covered chin.
"There we go...I didn't want you to miss out on the show you're going to get..." She teased, running her hoof against his caged member slightly to further build his anticipation. He nodded, as she tapped a button to the side of the muzzle, activating it. He could tell instantly why she enjoyed such a muzzle, the magical lips and tongue beginning to make out with him the instant she pressed the button. He gasped, cheeks flushed as he stood up on her command, left standing there as her mouth kissed and licked over the trapped shaft. It took every drop of his strength to not hump into her mouth as she sucked the entire cage. The pleasure was soon over, as she continued her instructions to get him dressed for the session.
It wasn’t long before he was free of the cage, made to stand bent forward with his hands pressed against the wall, with no means to touch his exposed member. Soon she returned, giving his dick a few, sensual pumps, to make certain he was as hard as possible. He was met with a few swats across his backside as he couldn't help but hump into those hands, working lube across his shaft till it was a slick as the rest of him.
She began the process of sliding the trousers up his legs, letting the slicked fur beneath glide rather smoothly. She then began tugging the plug in his backside out, replacing it with a fresher, larger one, twice its size. He moaned, falling forward over the bed as the large plug was slid into him, twisted and pushed till it finally caught inside, pressed firmly against his prostate. She gave him a breather, signalling for him to turn around, as she tugged the trousers further up past his hips. It had an odd sheath, slightly thicker than usually, but he didn’t notice that till it was wrapped around his shaft. Finally, the last straps of the jacket were in place, as he was helped up onto the bed. The plug was switched on, buzzing low, as she pulled out a second remote. instantly the sheath about his shaft hardened, solidifying about his throbbing member as she wrapped her hand about it.
He squirmed, grunting, moaning about the muzzle, looking down his glasses to see her knelt before his spread legs.
"I don’t see what you’re squirming about, clippy…" She spoke, kissing the very tip of his hard member, unable to feel an inch of what he was about to watch. "…I’m going to let you enjoy a nice, long blowjob…And I’m going to enjoy every inch of this shaft for the next hour, Besides, silly...Sunday is the last day, not Saturday…" she teased, smirking, leaving him squirming in frustration from her words…
Author's Note
And... If you'd like me to maybe write up the week previous to this, let me know.