Fiction

Fantasy Fiction: Two Plus One (Chapter 4)

Posted by cagedmonkey on April 4, 2018
Posted in: Bondage, FemDom, Fiction, Sex. Tagged: , , , , , . 1 comment

At first, Tom couldn’t believe it; he must have misheard. But when he asked them to repeat it, both Melissa and Bethany were in agreement.

His reward would be to get to see what it would be like for his cock to fuck Bethany’s pussy.

Tom was beyond surprised – Melissa had never shown any interest in “sharing” him with others; quite the opposite, in fact. She wouldn’t be okay with him having sex with another woman, whether she was present or not. There had to be some catch.

Of course there was.

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Tom was restrained tightly to the bed, spread eagle with his head almost to the edge of the foot of the bed. His arms and legs were pulled out wide and tight enough so that he had very little ability to move himself at all. Above him was Bethany, on all fours and facing the opposite direction. Her pussy was only a few inches above his face. Melissa had covered Tom’s mouth with a cloth gag – “to make sure you don’t lick anything you shouldn’t,” Melissa said with a wink.

And, true to their word, Tom was watching his cock thrust in and out of Bethany’s pussy.

To be fully accurate it wasn’t “his cock” inside Bethany’s pussy – it was a replica that Melissa and Tom had made about a year ago, during one of their longer chastity stints. Tom had wanted Melissa to be able to enjoy his cock whenever she wanted without having to worry about unlocking Tom unless she wanted to. They had a mold of Tom’s cock made, which they were able to make a sex toy out of that Melissa was able to use to fuck herself with. They hadn’t used it in quite some time, which is why it didn’t come to mind as a possible twist when his reward was described to him.

Not only was Tom subjected to the mind-warping view of his cock-clone fucking Bethany’s pussy, he was watching as Melissa fucked Bethany with his cock attached to her strap-on harness! Melissa was taking it nice and slow, allowing Tom to see every detail of the view in front of him. He watched as the head of his cock opened up Bethany’s pussy lips, how her tight pussy squeezed around his shaft as it pushed deeper inside her, and he saw her pussy pulse as it completely filled her up.

Bethany was also driving Tom insane because she was talking dirty as if Tom himself were the one fucking her. “Oh God yes,” Bethany was moaning, “your cock feels so fucking good, filling me up like this. Oh… fuck! Your cock is so fat and thick… Jesus fucking Christ!”

“You sound like me when he fucks me,” Melissa said, still thrusting slowly into Bethany. “You’re lucky, though… as badly teased and denied as he is, I doubt he would have lasted this long inside that tight horny pussy of yours…”

Melissa thrusted deliberately, hitting those sensitive spots deep inside Bethany’s pussy that made her quiver at the end of each stroke. Tom’s cock throbbed in his cage each time he saw Bethany’s body shake in uncontrollable pleasure.

“Damn, you’re fucking good at this!” Bethany said to Melissa. “When do I get to try it out?”

“I was going to ask you about that,” Melissa answered. “I prefer his real cock to the fake one, but I don’t want to deprive you of your fun…. how would you feel about fucking Tom?”

Tom suddenly snapped out of his dazed state. “Hmmph?”

“He likes it when I peg him,” Melissa explained, “so I don’t think he’d mind…”

“Oh my God, that would be so hot!” Bethany agreed. “Tom, getting fucked by his own cock… and using another woman’s pussy juice as lube! FUCK!!!”

Tom tried to protest through the gag – he was well aware of how big his cock was, how was he going to take it up his ass?

“You better hope she gets this cock all nice and slippery for when she fucks you with it,” Melissa taunted Tom. He watched as Melissa fucked Bethany slowly, the shaft of his cock-clone getting slick and shiny with Bethany’s natural lube with each thrust. Could they possibly be serious that he was going to be fucked with it next?

“Oh God… FUCK! You need to fuck me hard and me cum,” Bethany said. Melissa responded by grabbing Bethany’s hips and pounding the strap-on into her pussy. Bethany’s ass slapped against Melissa’s hips as she fucked her faster and faster.

“Oh my God, FUCK YES!!” Bethany screamed, thrusting herself back against Melissa. She moaned louder and louder until her whole body shook from a massive orgasm. Melissa continued to fuck Bethany as she came with deep hard thrusts, pushing her orgasm higher and farther. Bethany’s legs were trembling as her orgasm went on and on…

Finally, Bethany began to come down from her huge cum. “Damn, that was fucking amazing,” she said, panting heavily. “You’re lucky, that cock feels so fucking good!”

“I know, doesn’t it?” Melissa replied. “How does that make you feel, honey, that Bethany likes being fucked by your cock?”

Tom only groaned in frustration.

Bethany wiggled her hips ad Melissa pulled the strap-on out of her. Bethany teased Tom by wiggling her hips just a little bit, and lowering her pussy down onto his face as she pulled forward. He got a direct view of the fake cock pulling out of her pussy… thankfully, it looked pretty well lubed after Bethany’s orgasm.

“Ok, my turn!” Bethany laughed. She looked at Tom as Melissa handed her the strap-on harness. “Are you ready?”

Tom wondered if he even had a choice.

Fantasy Fiction: Two Plus One (Chapter 3)

Posted by cagedmonkey on March 23, 2018
Posted in: Bondage, Fiction, Male Chastity. Tagged: , , , , . 1 comment

Under normal circumstances, Tom would have enjoyed watching a beautiful woman masturbating only a few feet in front of him. But these were not normal circumstances.

Melissa had restrained him forced into a kneeling position with his hands tied behind his back. With his thighs roped tightly to his calves, he was unable to thrust or move his hips in any meaningful way. Melissa was running her fingers up and down Tom’s body from behind, her her big tits pressing softly into his back. Her hands would occasionally wander down his chest to his throbbing caged cock, teasing it between the steel bars of the chastity cage.

Bethany was laying on her back directly in front of Tom, totally naked, her hands exploring her own body. She slowly and gently, moved her hands from her boobs down to her pussy, across her stomach and against her arms, slow enough to tease Tom with each small movement. She began to moan softly as her own touches began to feel better and better with each passing moment.

“Bethany has been telling me about how intense her orgasms are,” Melissa whispered in Tom’s ear, causing him to shudder. “She cums real hard, especially if she uses a wand to get herself off…”

“Mmmmm, yes,” Bethany confirmed, “but sometimes it takes a while….. the buildup is worth it, though.”

“Oooooh,” Melissa laughed, “He knows all about ‘buildup,’ don’t you baby?” Melissa squeezed Tom’s balls, making him groan as a surge of horniness flowed through his body. “Anyway… I figured, since she’s already here and playing with herself, why not let her use my wand to make herself cum? Would you like to see that?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Tom answered.

“Oh, I bet… in fact, pretty soon you’ll be begging her to cum for you…”

Melissa reached over and grabbed the wand and pulled it in front of Tom’s body. She flicked the switch to turn on the vibration, and gently touched the wand to Tom’s cage.”Ohhhh God,” Tom said as the wand worked its magic on him. His cage was vibrating all around his desperate cock, and he was beginning to fill his cage pretty quickly.

Tom was so distracted by the wand, he didn’t notice Bethany scooting closer to him. She draped her legs over his thighs and around his hips, pulling her pussy closer to the wand. Tom flinched when he noticed how close Bethany was to him, and it made both Melissa and Bethany laugh.

“I don’t think he realized I was going to use the wand while it was vibrating him,” Bethany said.

“Me, neither!” Melissa agreed. She passed the wand handle to Bethany and resumed running her hands all over Tom’s body.

Bethany scooted the last few inches closer in order to bring her pussy in contact with the wand while it still vibrated Tom. She immediately began to moan softly as the familiar waves of pleasure began to pulse through her body. She couldn’t help but grind her hips in tiny circles, pushing the wand even more against Tom’s cage.

Tom instinctively tried to thrust back, but couldn’t because of his positioning. He could only sit and watch Bethany slowly please her horny pussy while he himself was mercilessly teased.

Minutes ticked by, and it was obvious that Bethany was deliberately taking her time. Not only did she want to build up to a massive orgasm, but she also wanted to maximize Tom’s time being tortured by the wand. She teased him even further by pressing her ass against his legs and grinding her pussy even harder into the wand.

Tom could sense the wand’s teasing building to something else – Melissa had made him cum with the wand while wearing the cage in the past, so he knew it was possible; he also knew that it would not be pleasurable, and it would be more like a ruined orgasm than anything else. And the longer Bethany worked the wand on him, the more inevitable it was that he would be experiencing a caged orgasm once again.

Melissa could sense the change in Tom’s body; she said, “You better be a good boy and let Bethany cum before you do… a good boy always lets the woman cum first, right Bethany?”

“Mmmmmmm, yes,” Bethany replied, thoroughly enjoying Tom’s predicament.

Tom was in trouble: he couldn’t get away from the wand’s sensations, not while it was pinned between his cage and Bethany’s pussy. Bethany’s moans combined with Melissa’s touch were turning him on so much that he could feel himself being pushed to orgasm faster than he expected. All of this, and Bethany showed no signs of feeling rushed to get herself off. Why wouldn’t she just make herself cum?

“Maybe she needs a little encouragement?” Melissa suggested.

Tom wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. Despite all of his efforts to fight it, the wand was going to make him cum soon. He couldn’t help it…

“Please,” Tom whimpered, “Please Bethany, please cum…”

“Ask like a good boy,’ Melissa whispered.

“Please…. Miss Bethany?” Tom said nervously. A loud moan from Bethany told him that he made a good guess on how to address her. “Miss Bethany, please make yourself cum…”

“Mmmmm, you were right, Melissa,” Bethany said, “he is damn good at begging.” Bethany looked right into Tom’s eyes, and she could see how desperate he was. “What do you want?

Tom was only moments from losing it. “Please, Miss Bethany, please cum for me…”

Tom’s begging triggered Bethany’s orgasm, and she began to wriggle on the floor. She moaned loudly as her orgasm began flowing through her body. She held the wand tight to her pussy as she grinded her hips against it, pushing it even harder into Tom’s chastity cage.

If her orgasm hadn’t lasted for a good solid half minute, Tom may have been able to get through the ordeal without suffering through a caged orgasm… Bethany’s orgasm lasted almost an entire minute, though, and Tom was cumming in his cage while Bethany pleasured herself on and on. She even caught him with a little bit of post-orgasm torture as her orgasm finished, and his cock ached when Bethany finally pulled the wand away from him.

Melissa reached down and squeezed Tom’s tortured balls, causing even more cum to leak from Tom’s cock out of the cage. “You were a good boy by letting Bethany cum first; I think you deserve a reward for working so hard to make sure she was pleased before you….what should his reward be, Bethany?”

“I might have an idea or two,” Bethany grinned wickedly.

Fantasy Fiction: Two Plus One (Chapter 2)

Posted by cagedmonkey on March 9, 2018
Posted in: Bondage, FemDom, Fiction, Male Chastity, Tease & Denial. Tagged: , , , , , , . 1 comment

Sometimes, waiting just a little longer makes everything right.

Melissa and Bethany had been dancing around meeting up for a couple of weeks – it just never seemed to work out for both of them on the same night at the same time. They spent the whole time flirting with each other, and Melissa found out that Bethany was somewhat of a tease, as well. She had no doubt in her mind that when they finally got together, that they would both thoroughly enjoy teasing Tom into a frenzy.

But waiting was a whole different type of tease! Days passed with near misses here and there, until finally their schedules worked out and they were all able to “go out on a date” together.

Even with all of the flirting, there was still some nervous tension in the air. Tom was especially nervous – he was aware of the fun little conversations taking place between Bethany and his wife, but he didn’t have much of a clue what those conversations were about. He wasn’t aware that Melissa had told Bethany all about his fantasies of tease and orgasm denial, and he wasn’t aware that Bethany had expressed an interest in exploiting those fantasies.

The three of them met at a bar for their first date, and after a couple of drinks they became very comfortable with one another. They felt so natural with each other that, more than once they had to remind each other not to talk too loudly in order to avoid letting people nearby eavesdrop on their dirty conversations! The nervous tension began to melt away, and they were soon sharing intimate details with each other without even a second thought.

“So, what does it feel like when your cock tries to get hard in the cage?” Bethany asked Tom. She had been peppering Melissa with questions about male chastity for about a week, curious about what they found so exciting about it. She had heard about how Melissa enjoyed the feelings of power and control over Tom’s cock, but she was still interested in Tom’s point of view. She was more interested in the physical aspect of it – how it felt when his cock wanted to get hard so badly, but couldn’t.

“It’s a really tight squeeze,” Tom answered. “The steel holds me back without any give whatsoever, so if my cock gets hard it has nowhere to go.”

“It must be tough when she’s teasing you with those beautiful tits of hers.”

“Yeah, it can get quite painful.”

Bethany laughed, “I really gotta see what that looks like….”

“Do you wanna see?” Melissa interrupted.

“Well, yeah, of course,” Bethany said, “but… here?”

“No, not here!” Melissa said. “Come home with us, you can see it there.”

Melissa and Tom hadn’t intended to invite Bethany back to their place, and Bethany wasn’t expecting it either… it just sort of happened! But less than an hour later, the three of them were home and in private, Melissa slowly tugging Tom’s underwear down so that Bethany could see his chastity cage.

“Wow,” Bethany said, “it’s actually really sexy!”

“I know, right?” Melissa agreed.

“Can I… can I touch it?”

“Well…. since he can’t do anything with it when it’s caged up like that,” Melissa said playfully, “I guess so.” She looked up at Tom and smiled as Bethany cupped his caged cock and balls in her hand.

“Geez, the steel is so heavy!” she said. “That’s not uncomfortable?”

“I’m used to it,” Tom answered.

“Oh, you want to see uncomfortable,” Melissa said as she began to take off her shirt and remove her bra. Her huge boobs spilled out and she began to rub them against Tom’s cock cage. His cock began to swell inside the cage, and Bethany giggled.

“Ooooh, look! He likes your tits, too!”

“Of course he does,” Melissa replied. “Wanna see it get even worse?”

Melissa whispered in Bethany’s ear for a few moments, and Tom could see a wicked smile growing on her face. When Melissa was finished, Bethany looked at her and simply nodded.

“Honey,” Melissa looked up at Tom, her tits still rubbing over his slowly hardening cock, “be a good boy and go get the rope for me.”
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Tom was in the middle of multiple dimensions of frustration.

First dimension: Melissa had tied his wrists and ankles tightly to the chair, restraining him in a comfortable but immobile sitting position. No matter how badly he struggled, he would be sitting there for as long as Melissa wanted him to.

Second dimension: his cock was throbbing inside of his cage, with no room to swell or expand as it so badly needed to do.

Third dimension: Melissa and Bethany were sitting across his lap, both of them completely naked, touching and caressing each other and enjoying every moment of it. He had a front row seat , so to speak, as they kissed each other and fondled each others breasts. And it wasn’t just a show, either – both of them were fully enjoying it. It started out as fun play, just a little bit of kissing and touching, but it soon progressed into a full on making out, groping and squeezing session that only two incredibly turned on people could produce. He watched as their tongues danced together, as Bethany occasionally dipped her head to suck on Melissa’s dark thick nipples, and he listened as they moaned together in pleasure. He swore he could feel the heat from both of their pussies on his legs, and he whimpered and squirmed uncontrollably when their naked skin would brush against his cock as it bulged through the bars of his cage.

Fourth dimension: He was being completely ignored throughout all of this! He had thought about this fantasy before, but it involved the two women teasing him. Now, his presence wasn’t even being acknowledged by the ladies in his lap; he was merely just a piece of furniture to them. They climbed over him and readjusted themselves better to be able to kiss and lick each others’ bodies, with complete disregard for where he was being touched.

He watched as Bethany basically worshipped the curves of Melissa’s body with her tongue, tracing soft wet lines up her stomach and through her cleavage. Melissa’s back arched as she moaned loudly, and Tom felt his mouth watering. Next, it was Bethany’s firm ass rubbing on his caged cock as Melissa’s mouth explored her body.

“Awwww,” Bethany pouted playfully, “does Tom want some attention?” She wiggled her ass against his cock, making it throb even more.

Tom threw his head back in frustration, “RRRRgh, yes!”

“And how does a good boy ask?”

Bethany must have been getting pointers from Melissa on how to push his buttons during the past week, and she was doing a good job of it! “Yes, please?”

“There’s my good boy,” Melissa said as she squeezed Tom’s cage in her hand. “You think you can handle some attention from both of us?”

Tom swallowed hard and took a moment to think it over.

“Not sure, huh?” Melissa continued. “Well…. looks like we’ll have to wait and see….”

Fantasy Fiction: Two Plus One (Chapter 1)

Posted by cagedmonkey on March 3, 2018
Posted in: D/s, Fiction, Friends, Male Chastity. Tagged: , , , , . 3 comments

Melissa and Tom had met Bethany at a party that was thrown by a mutual friend. It wasn’t just any party, though… it was a “kink party.” These parties were tame by most standards – just a bunch of like-minded people getting together to hang out and have some fun, only the “like-mindedness” of the people happened to be the enjoyment of kinky sex. And, as one would expect, when you get 10-20 adults with dirty minds into one room and you add alcohol into the mix, some very interesting conversations tend to happen.

Melissa and Tom were regular attendees to the kink parties, and definitely enjoyed the interaction with the other people there. They both loved being able to talk freely and openly with friends about their secret sex games – Tom was kept in chastity, with Melissa as his keyholder. She often kept him locked up for weeks at a time, and denied him orgasms for even longer periods of time. Melissa enjoyed the power she felt when she teased Tom mercilessly and kept him sexually frustrated almost constantly. Recently, they discovered a desire to explore sharing their tease and denial games with another person; not necessarily a “partner” in the typical threesome sense, but more like a “participant” – a second dominant woman who could join Melissa in teasing Tom and driving him wild, without actually progressing to full blown sex.

Bethany, on the other hand, was not what you would call a “kink party veteran” – she had only been to one other party in the past, and had spent most of the night chatting with the friend she came with. She wasn’t shy – far from it, in fact – she just wasn’t able to find anyone to talk to that interested her. She was switchy-dom and also bisexual, which tended to attract the same boring personality types: men who wanted to dominate (i.e. tame) her, and women who wanted to be dominated by her. Sure, that stuff was fun, but she was in need of something exciting and different.

It just so happened that, on the night the three of them met, the party had been especially boisterous – the alcohol was flowing freely and early, and the vibe of the party was getting looser and looser as the night went on. Nudity isn’t necessarily forbidden at these parties, but it isn’t a common occurrence; on this night, it only took an hour and a half before the first pair of boobs were out for all to see (two ladies wanted to compare nipple sizes, “for science” supposedly). Not one to be left out, Melissa took out her tits to join in on the “experiment.”

At that moment, Bethany happened to be turning around and when she saw Melissa’s boobs, her knees went weak – they were GORGEOUS! Not only were they huge, but her nipples were beautiful and perfect – she definitely put the other two women to shame! They looked soft and heavy, and when Melissa cupped them in her hands, she found herself wishing she were the one holding them. Only a few feet away, she had to mentally hold herself back from just jumping out and grabbing them.

The next thing she knew, Melissa was offering others to cop a feel! It started with Tom, who squeezed and massaged them with the intimate knowledge that a husband should have with is wife’s breasts. Then it was a nearby woman who was squeezing one of her tits and laughing along with Melissa… amazing! Bethany couldn’t believe it, she was amazed. Then, she was even more amazed when Melissa turned to her and asked plainly, “Wanna feel?”

“Ummm, let me think…” Bethany joked, “Fuck yes!” Bethany reached out with both hands and held Melissa’s boobs: My God, she thought, they are even heavier than thay look! She must have had a dreamy look in her eye as she played with Melissa’s tits, because when she looked up, Melissa was smiling at her. Then, without warning, Melissa laughed, lifted her boobs, and squeezed them right into Bethany’s face!

Bethany’s face was buried in Melissa’s tits for only a second, but the moment was burned into her senses: the soft warmth of her boobs on the side of her face, the sweet smell of her skin, the way Melissa squeezed her flesh tightly against her – she was very briefly in heaven! She couldn’t control herself as she moaned deeply into Melissa’s cleavage just a moment before Melissa pulled away.

Holy shit, that was hot, Bethany thought to herself – she had almost started making out with Melissa’s tits right there in the middle of the party! She couldn’t help it, though; they really were beautiful. And Melissa’s playful attitude definitely fit the “exciting and different” category. She couldn’t believe it, but she felt herself getting turned on just from that quick little interaction…

For Melissa, it wasn’t anything special to whip her tits out – after all, she was proud of them and happy to show them off! Most of all, she enjoyed teasing people with them, so when she saw how “interested” Bethany was, it felt natural to shove them right in her face! All in good fun… until she sensed something in Bethany while her face was between her boobs. Melissa could feel her body change from surprise to… arousal? Did Bethany like having those huge titties rubbed in her face like that? Her suspicions were confirmed when she felt Bethany moan into her boobs… and did Bethany just lick her cleavage?

Melissa surprised herself for a moment when she realized that she liked it, too – she liked that she could tell Bethany was turned on. Melissa always enjoyed the reaction that she had on people, and Bethany was definitely reacting! Melissa pulled away, mainly out of respect for the party atmosphere… who knows how long she would have kept her tits in Bethany’s face if they were in private? All Melissa knew was that it was clear from look on her face that Bethany was turned on, and Melissa couldn’t deny that she was turned on as well.

Amazingly, the party continued, but neither Melissa nor Bethany let it slip too far from their minds. Before the end of the party, they made sure to meet up with each other to discuss what happened……

“So….” Melissa started, “it seems like you really enjoyed my tits back there…”

“Hehehe, yes,” Bethany laughed. With the ice sufficiently broken, she said, “How could I not enjoy them? They are amazing!”

“Thank you,” Melissa replied. “I appreciate the compliment, and I’m really glad you enjoyed them. Tom really enjoyed watching you play with them, too.”

Bethany smiled and licked her lips, intrigued by the exhibitionist angle that she hadn’t considered until now.

“I couldn’t help but notice,” Melissa continued, “that you’re really cute. Like, super cute! I’m not usually attracted to most women, but I have to say you are really, really…. I guess cute is the best way to describe you!”

Bethany laughed again, blushing at the compliment. “Cute is good?”

“Oh, cute is VERY good,” Melissa said. “I also wanted to let you know that I enjoyed you enjoying my tits…”

“That’s good to know,” Bethany said playfully.

Melissa and Bethany spent the next few minutes talking about their specific kinks, filling each other in on the details of each other’s situation. After a little bit of chatting, Melissa felt it was time to go for broke.

“So, I’m just going to come out and say this,” Melissa said, “I’m looking for a nice, cute domme girl to play with, so we can both tease the fuck out of my husband and make him absolutely insane. I want to be able to tease and taunt him with what he can’t have, and have the girl help me with that – making him jealous of all the times she gets to masturbate, cum, or things like that… basically all of the stuff I do to him, only twice as bad. I think you would fit in really well with that.”

Talk about exciting and different! Bethany had never heard anything like this before, and she had to admit it sounded like a lot of fun! From earlier in the conversation, she had been able to surmise that she wouldn’t have to actually fuck Tom, but she would definitely be able to mindfuck him as much as she wanted… which had the potential to be even more fun! That, plus the opportunity to play with Melissa and those huge tits…

“I think that sounds like a great idea,” Bethany replied.

“Great!” Melissa said. Then, just for the reaction, Melissa leaned over and put her lips inches away from Bethany’s ear and whispered to her, “Let’s go tell Tom.”

Bethany moaned, “Can I tell him?”

Fantasy Fiction: Couple Control

Posted by cagedmonkey on February 8, 2018
Posted in: Bondage, D/s, FemDom, Fetish, Fiction, Male Chastity, Orgasm Denial, Sex, Sex toy, Tease & Denial. Tagged: , , , , , , , . 11 comments

It started out as an innocent attempt to increase the excitement in their sex lives.

Michael and Emily had been practicing chastity for almost a year, alternating as each other’s keyholder. They enjoyed how horny being locked chastity made them, how desperate and needy they became for one another. The only problem was their conviction – they could only keep themselves locked for a week or so maximum before the desire was too strong to resist. They wanted to go longer, but they couldn’t. They turned to Sophia for help.

Sophia was a good friend of Michael and Emily, they had met through meetups and get togethers through the kink community in their area. Sophia had a husband who she also kept in chastity – Michael and Emily were always amazed at how Sophia could keep her husband locked up for months at a time. Sophia’s husband had also not had a full orgasm in over 8 months, and she had no plans on allowing him to have one any time soon.

“There’s no way I would be able to go that long without Michael’s cock inside me,” Emily once told Sophia. “I think I’d die!”

“Oh, you’d be surprised,” Sophia replied.

So, when Michael and Emily realized that they would need help taking their kink to the next level, they turned to Sophia for help. They agreed to let Sophia hold their keys for a year and be in control of when they would be unlocked and allowed to have sex with each other.

“You’re sure you want this?” Sophia asked. “If I’m in control of the both of you, I’m not going to go easy on you. In fact, I would do everything I could to make it a living hell for both of you, because that’s what I enjoy…”

“We are sure,” Michael said. “We are ready for this.”

They were not ready for this.

It only took two weeks of being locked in chastity 24/7 for Michael and Emily to realize they were in way over their heads. Michael and Emily were absolutely desperate for some sort of penetrative sex with each other, but Sophia would not allow it. She kept both of them locked up tight in their chastity belts, letting the need build slowly. Michael and Emily felt the ache growing with each passing day, but could do nothing to fulfill their desires.

After a month in chastity, Sophia had basically turned Michael and Emily into sex starved maniacs. Even just the thought of sex would cause Michael’s cock to swell and throb in his cage, and Emily could feel her pussy nearly dripping through the steel plate over her crotch. She sometimes found herself absentmindedly stroking the chastity belt, wishing she could be rubbing her pussy instead. When Michael noticed this, he would whimper to himself, wishing he could take advantage of his god-awfully horny wife.

After two months of chastity, Michael and Emily were both desperate for an orgasm. Emily found herself grinding her pussy against objects during the day, rubbing herself against the counter as she cooked or fruitlessly humping a pillow as she tried to sleep. Michael could feel his underwear brush against his cock through the bars of his chastity cage with almost every step he took. Sophia used their desperation against them during this time, upping the intensity by introducing the couple to some bondage games. Sophia would tie Michael and Emily up together chastity belt to chastity belt, and wedge her wand between the two of them. When she turned the wand on, it vibrated the steel around both of their sexes, and it didn’t take long before both Michael and Emily were frantically thrusting into each other trying to get off. But the vibration wasn’t enough to get either of them off in chastity, it only made things worse.

After three months, Michael and Emily seriously began to regret asking Sophia for her help. They had hoped that she would occasionally unlock them for some sexual contact, but Sophia had kept them locked constantly. They could plainly see that Sophia was enjoying this even more than she thought she would – having two chastity slaves to play with was even more exciting than just one! Sophia tortured Michael and Emily by inviting her husband over, letting him out of chastity, and forcing them to watch him fuck her all night long. Sophia’s husband was more than happy to participate, as Sophia allowed him to cum more times that night than he had for the entire last year combined! Emily watched as Sophia’s pussy was stretched by her husband’s cock over and over, and Michael watched as Sophia’s tits were covered in cum. Would they ever get to feel that again with each other, or would Sophia keep them locked up forever?

Sophia answered that question about a month later by telling Michael and Emily that she would be unlocking them for the first time and allowing them to have sex with each other, but it would be on her terms. Michael and Emily quickly agreed – how bad could it be if they were finally going to be able to have sex?

They had no idea how evil Sophia could be.———————————————————————

“Please!” both Emily and Michael were begging. “Please, faster! PLEEEEEASE!!!!”

Sophia was incredibly turned on by the scene playing out in front of her. She had spent weeks thinking of the perfect situation to torture Michael and Emily with their own desires, and she had finally come up with the perfect way to do so.

Sophia was sure to restrain both Michael and Emily before removing their chastity devices. After being locked up for so long, it was frustrating to not be able to touch themselves, but being unlocked was enough of a release… for now. Sophia had placed Emily in her steel stockade on her hands and knees in doggy-style position, complete with a locking collar and waistpad to hold her in place. She was strapped down tight to the waistpad so that she couldn’t move her hips even the slightest inch. Michael was on his knees behind Emily, with his hands cuffed and attached to the ceiling above him. His predicament was what Sophia considered to be her masterpiece.

Michael’s balls were held in a tight grip by Sophia’s fucking machine, pulled slightly down and away from his body. There was not much discomfort when the arm of the fucking machine was pushed forward, but he felt the pain of being tugged when the fucking machine cycled backwards. This prevented Michael from thrusting into Emily’s pussy out of synch with the rhythm of the fucking machine. Sophia had also rigged the fucking machine with a firm backrest that caused the fucking machine to push Michael forward, forcing his cock into Emily’s pussy with each thrust. Essentially, Sophia had turned Michael into a flesh-and-blood fucking machine, able to easily control him with the turn of a dial. Michael would fuck Emily at the pace Sophia wanted, regardless of how fast or slow either of them wanted him to.

Of course, Sophia had no intention of allowing Michael to fuck Emily hard and fast, like both of them so badly craved. In fact, Sophia had set the fucking machine for the slowest speed possible at the moment, causing Michael’s cock to sink into Emily’s pussy at an excrutiatingly slow pace. Each thrust of his cock took at least five seconds to plunge fully into Emily’s pussy, and another five seconds to pull out. After only a few minutes of this slow fucking torture, Emily began to try to move her hips back onto Michael’s cock. The stockade held her in place, but she couldn’t help but try. Sophia was getting very wet watching Emily’s futile attempts at impaling herself on Michael’s hard cock. Emily’s body was moving on its own accord, her shoulders hunching back and forth trying to get any type of movement going, but her pussy didn’t move an inch back or forth. Soon, Emily was wailing loudly, her entire body trembling as she could not contain her frustration any more.

Michael found very quickly that the pain of having his balls pulled was not bearable enough for him to fuck Emily in the way he wanted. He certainly tried, but could only manage an inch or two of penetration before he needed to pull away. Even if he could take the pain, having his balls pulled in that way would definitely prevent him from having the orgasm he so badly needed. Michael could only slouch against his restraints, taking only what the machine was giving him, silently begging for the machine to speed up so he could cum. Occasionally, his hips would involuntarily thrust forward in a fit of uncontrolled desire, causing him to yelp out in pain as the machine pulled his balls forcefully.

As Sophia had promised, Michael and Emily were in hell. They wanted nothing more but to have crazy hot hard fucking sex with each other; Sophia had put them so close to what they so desperately needed, but she wouldn’t give it to them. She only tempted them with it in the worst way possible. Michael and Emily reached their breaking point within minutes of each other, both of them crying out and begging Sophia to make the torture end. Tears were streaming down Emily’s face as she couldn’t take it any longer, and Michael had gone limp and was reduced to a broken mess of sexually tortured flesh.

But Sophia let the torture continue.

Sophia watched as Michael and Emily went through stages of frantic frustration, to deflated acceptance of their fate, and back again. Each time she could see the moment of change: their bodies shaking back and forth trying to gain some control of their situation, and then sagging lifelessly in their restraints. They would shout, cry, scream, wail, and then fall silent as Michael’s cock mindlessly penetrated Emily’s pussy over and over.

But Sophia let the torture continue.

Sophia watched the couple, rubbing and teasing her wet pussy as she enjoyed the scene. She wanted to draw it out so that Michael and Emily would be forced to watch her have a massive orgasm while they were teased mercilessly. She let her pleasure build and build, her moans getting louder and louder. As it became clear that she was about to cum, Michael and Emily couldn’t help but stare as Sophia brought herself to a huge, screaming orgasm.

Sophia was surprised by the strength of her orgasm – she was enjoying torturing the couple a hell of a lot more than she thought she would, and her orgasm was fueled by the intense feeling of power she felt in the moment. Even her orgasm was killing them, and that made it even more sweeter.

Once Sophia had come down from her orgasm, she reached for the control for the fucking machine. She looked directly into Michael and Emily’s eyes as she turned up the speed. Both Michael and Emily cried out in response to the increased pleasure.

“OH MY GOD!!!!” Emily screamed as Michael fucked her harder and faster. Michael was grunting loudly as the machine forced his cock into Emily’s tight wet pussy. They both were racing towards an orgasm they had been desperately needing for so long. The machine pounded Michael’s cock into Emily’s pussy as they were both ready to cum…

Suddenly, Sophia cut the machine off on an outstroke, leaving just the tip of Michael’s cock inside Emily’s pussy.

“AAAAAAAAAH!” Emily shouted in horror, as her pussy began to spasm. “NOOOOOO!” Emily shoved herself back, desperate to get Michael’s cock back inside her as her pussy suffered through a ruined orgasm. Her pussy lips sucked at the head of Michael’s cock, trying to pull him in so that she could experience some sort of pleasure from this long-denied orgasm, but it was no use.

Michael had thrown his head back, ready to fill Emily’s pussy with a load of cum when the machine stopped. “UGGGGHHHHH?!?!” was all he could manage as he looked down at his cock just barely in Emily’s pussy. He watched as her pussy pulsed around the head of his cock, and he felt himself falling over the edge. He tried to hold back, knowing how frustrating a ruined orgasm would be after all of this. He gritted his teeth, squeezing hard and trying to hold his load in…

The pressure and need to cum was just too much; Michael’s ability to hold back failed, and Emily’s greedy pussy ended up bringing Michael off, his cock twitched through a ruined orgasm. His cum spilled out of his cock and into Emily’s pussy. Emily felt Michael’s cock pulsing, and she knew that he, too, was suffering through a ruined orgasm. Each of them was cumming, yet neither of them were able to fully enjoy it. Emily cried once again as she felt the ache building in her pussy once again.

“I hope you enjoyed fucking each other and your orgasms, because once Michael gets soft enough, you’ll both be going right back into your chastity cages…. I’m not through with you guys just yet. If you think this has been intense, wait until you see what I have in store for you for the rest of the year…”

Fantasy Fiction: By Any Means Necessary

Posted by cagedmonkey on October 4, 2017
Posted in: Fiction, Oral Sex, Orgasm Denial, Tease & Denial. Tagged: , , , , , , . Leave a Comment

Your fingertips tickle the bottom of my cock as it bobs in the air, searching for any type of sensation that will bring it over the edge. But you are fully in control, and you won’t give my cock the touches that it so desperately needs.

I am kneeling on the floor at the corner of the bed. You have tied my ankles together behind the foot of the bed and my wrists to the post above my head. You have also secured my chest to the post, and in my position I am unable to move or thrust my hips in any meaningful way. I am totally at your mercy, and you have spent the last hour or so enjoying it by relentlessly teasing me and edging me. Each time you touch my cock, my body shudders in anticipation and hope that you will finally make me cum. I have been dangling on the edge of orgasm for too long, and I only wish that there was something I could do to bring this torture to an end.

Every touch is a surprise due to the blindfold you have put over my eyes, keeping my senses in complete darkness. Your teasing fingers on my nipples make me gasp and my cock surges even harder, perhaps jealous of the attention my sensitive nipples are receiving. You have been kissing and licking my entire body, and I moan loudly each time your soft warm tongue touches my skin.

Your hands and lips leave my body, and quiet descends upon the room. Did you leave me here to stew in my own horniness? It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve done that. I didn’t hear you walk away, but I was breathing so heavy it would have been easy to miss.

Moments pass as my cock continues to throb in time with my heartbeat. Your teasing was so intense this time, barely giving me a moment in between edges for almost the entire time I’ve been tied here. Even in this moment of peace, I feel the incredible desire for an orgasm burning inside me.

I hear your footsteps as you walk back into the room. I feel you move in front of me, and suddenly your warm wet mouth surrounds my cock, sucking in the head with your tongue swirling around. I moan and I try to thrust forward, but the ropes hold me back. Your lips tighten around my shaft as you slowly pull your mouth back to the tip of my cock and slide forward again. As my cock sinks deeper into your mouth, I hear you whisper in my ear, “How does that feel, darling?”

“Wonderful, ma’am,” I reply, as…… wait…. what???

How are you whispering in my ear when my cock is in your mouth?!?!?!?

You chuckle; pretty much reading my mind, you say, “That’s right, darling, that’s someone else’s mouth on your cock right now. Once the shock settles in, I’m sure you’ll start wondering just who it could be….”

Of course, you are right – who could this possibly be? It’s hard to keep my thoughts straight as the tongue teases my poor defenseless cockhead. I try to wiggle free of the tickling, but I cannot.

“Hmmmm, who could possibly be sucking your big fat cock for me right now?”

It’s obviously someone we know, you wouldn’t allow this with anyone you didn’t fully trust. And it seems as though it’s someone who is well aware of my denial state, as they are trying to avoid pushing me too close to cumming.

“Here’s the fun part, darling – I am not going to give you any hints at all. I want you to be completely clueless as to who this is right now. As far as I’m concerned, it’s just a mouth – a mouth that I am using to tease the fuck out of you and blow your mind.”

Well, it’s definitely working. My mind is being pulled in what feels like fifteen different directions, but I very quickly start to associate the blowjob with the fact that this is YOU doing this to me. It may be another person physically touching me, but this is your plan, your teasing. The blowjob is just a conduit for you to tease me in ways I would almost never expect, and it’s making the tease even worse than it was before.

“So, here’s what I want,” you say. “I want to see just how bad my earlier teasing was for you to endure. I want to see just how badly you need to cum. In order to do that, I’m going to allow you to cum right now… but only if you want to.”

Ummm, why wouldn’t I want to?

“I want to see if I’ve made you so desperate to cum that you are willing to cum in a stranger’s mouth without even knowing who it is.”

Oh God…. my chest gets tight and I can’t breathe for a moment. What am I supposed to do?

“And don’t worry about me being upset. I put you in this position on purpose, this is what I want. If you want to cum that badly, I won’t be angry. In fact, it’s really MY fault for making you that desperate in the first place.”

Fuck, I can’t breathe.

“Think about it, though….  you must be so badly teased and needy and desperate to even be considering cumming in someone’s mouth without knowing a thing about them. Who they are, what they look like… you don’t have a clue, and this person is going to find out what your cum tastes like.”

You’re right…. after all of these surprises, now I honestly have no clue who it could be.

“It could be someone from the neighborhood, it could be someone you know from work…….”

Do I really need to cum this badly?

“Hell, I never even said it was a woman….”

WHAT????????????????????

“That’s right, darling…. I think I’ve made it clear – you don’t know a thing about this person. Like I said, it’s just a mouth. A warm, wet mouth that is willing to accept your load of cum. Are you that horribly desperate that you are willing to cum like this, in what is pretty much just a hole? You’d have to be almost dying of need to say yes to that….”

You’re right, I would…. “someone” is going to make me cum with their mouth. Am I that desperate to not care about who it is, or even what it is, just that I’m going to cum? Is that the only detail that matters to me at this moment?

“I’ll tell you one thing, though, this person is very good at following instructions; I can tell that they have been keeping you close to the edge this whole time without making you cum…. isn’t that right?”

You are driving me insane with the level of control you have over me right now.

“Such a slutty little cocksucker, too, ass is all pointed up in the air… so naughty.” I hear a smack and the mouth on my cock lurches forward. The person sucking my cock moans from your spank, and it vibrates my cock. I can’t help but shudder in response to the added stimulation.

“You really should see this… Oh, sorry darling, you can’t. You’ll just have to imagine it…”

Godddddddd, what the fuck do I do????

“Remember, darling, I wouldn’t put you in any position I wouldn’t want you in. I want this. I want you to be so bad off that you are willing to do this, because that means I made you that way. I teased you so badly that you just need to fucking cum and you don’t care how. So, what will it be darling? Do you want to cum for me?”

To say yes, it would mean than an orgasm is the most important thing in the world to me right now. I have want to cum so badly that I am willing to put aside anything else – no cares about who, what, when, where or how, and just cum. I’m scared to admit it….

“Yes,” I whimper.

“What was that?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“So just to be clear: I’ve turned you into such a cum-needy slut that you are willing to cum in this stranger’s mouth right here, regardless of who it could be? Have I tortured you that badly and made you THAT fucking horny?”

“Yes, ma’am!”

“Okay, then…. make him cum.”

I swear I can hear a devious smile in your voice, but I am quickly distracted by the increasing pace of the mouth moving up and down my cock. God, can I really do this? Can I really cum into the mouth of a stranger? The mouth is so warm and wet, and I need an orgasm so badly. Should I stop this? Am I having second thoughts?

No…. I want this. Actually, I’m beyond want… I need this. You’ve driven me insane and all I care about is cumming right now….

A few milliseconds before my mind blowing orgasm begins, the mouth releases my cock removes all sensation. I cry out in frustration as I hang on the edge of cumming. Seconds pass as I fight the impending ruined orgasm, which I know will be even more frustrating than all of the edges before it. I try and try to hold back, squeezing and grinding my teeth, trying as hard as I can to hold onto the orgasm I so badly want to experience in full….

I can only hold back for so long, and I’m beginning to lose my grip…

Just before I feel like I might have a handle on it, the tongue gives the undershaft of my cock one quick lick from base to tip. That does it – I lose my focus and I topple roughly over the edge. My cock pulses and throbs in the air, experiencing a ruined orgasm so frustrating that it’s almost painful. I’m nearly crying as I feel the pleasure of the orgasm slipping away.

“See?” you say, laughing. “Like I said – VERY good at following instructions.”

I can feel the cum dribbling out of my cock and down the shaft of my cock, almost like tears of frustration in defeat.

“I did say that they were going to taste your cum, though….”

Suddenly, the mouth is back on my cock, sucking hard and vacuuming the cum out from inside of me. It’s almost like post-orgasm torture, and I cry out as I try to escape with absolutely no success. I just have to endure it until you allow it to stop.

Thankfully, the post-orgasm torture only lasts for a few seconds before the mouth leaves my cock. I hear the two of you moving and getting ready to leave the room, but first you whisper in my ear, “That’s my good boy.” I can’t help but smile.

As you move to the door, I call out to you, “Ma’am? Who was it?”

“You’ll never know.”

Fantasy: So Long on the Edge of Orgasm

Posted by Lady M on May 18, 2015
Posted in: Fiction. Tagged: , , , , , , . 1 comment

Just another fantasy story that I thought deserved to be shared on the blog! 🙂

So Long on the Edge of Orgasm
by: CagedMonkey

I’ve never been more sexually tortured in my entire life.

For the past God-knows-how-long…. hours?… I’ve been locked on all fours in the stockade while the fucking machine s l o w l y stroked my cock, driving me crazy and keeping me on edge but not quite giving me enough stimulation to cum. My body trembles as my hips try in vain to thrust forward to get the stimulation I need, but the waist pad holds me snugly in place. I can’t move my hips an inch forward, or even backward to escape the constant stimulation. At this moment, I’m not even sure if I want the machine to make me cum or just stop stroking me and stop the torture. The one thing that is certain is I won’t get either option.

I’ve been here for so long on the edge of orgasm, and the tension has tired me so much that I’m nearly falling asleep from fatigue. Only the machine won’t let me rest, the torment doesn’t stop. Every time my brain tried to turn off, it snaps back to its incredible need for release.

Suddenly, I’m jolted fully awake by the sound of the collar of the stockade being unlocked. I know what this means, you’ve done this before. Some of the times you’ve woken up to apply lube to the fleshlight, you simply masturbate yourself to sleep. I’m forced to listen to your moans of pleasure, unable to see you because the collar prevents me from turning my head or looking up at the bed. Those times you leave me locked where I am, barely speaking to me as you make it possible to continue my ordeal.

This time, I know you want more. Unlocking the collar means you want me to move my head. You stand in front of me, holding your pussy in front of my face. I need no further instructions. I begin licking you, tasting your dripping wet pussy as you rub it all over my face. You grab my head and pull me into your pussy further, grinding your hips against me. Then I feel something different, something that hasn’t happened during the other times you’ve used my face to get off.

The machine has begun moving faster.

I moan loudly into your pussy, gasping between licks as the machine strokes me faster. I want to push against the machine, thrusting harder as it drains the cum from my tortured body. My breath quickens as I realize the machine is going to make me….

… the machine stops, just moments before I cum.

I groan in frustration, vibrating your horny pussy and triggering a deep orgasm in you. Your hips grind against my face as I sob into your pussy, wishing that you would end this horrible/incredible experience, one way or another. But I feel you applying the lube once again, and the machine begins stroking me once again, even slower than before. You kiss me on the cheek as you lock the collar shut once again.

“Enjoy,” you whisper before you climb up on the bed and leave me on the floor again. Soon, I hear your soft moans as the bed begins to squeak; I moan and sob quietly as you rub yourself to sleep once again, leaving me only to endure until you decide I’ve had enough…

Fantasy: Obediently, I Lift My Legs and Arms Back Up

Posted by Lady M on April 30, 2015
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Since giving my girlie sub,Lizzy the task of looking up predicament bondage she’s started to fantasize about it. One of my subs requirements is to share their fantasies with me. This is one that got me extremely hot, including the aftercare, so, I had to share it here!

Here is her story: Deep Breaths

Deep breaths, I tell myself, deep steady breaths. My legs are tied together, rotated so the tops of my feet are touching. I hold them in the air, unaided, barely keeping them up high enough so the strings attached to my ankles don’t pull on the nipple clamps they’re attached to. My core burns, pulling pathetic whimpers from my throat. I am thankful for the bar I can rest my legs on, just low enough to painfully pull on my nipples but high enough so if my legs give out, I don’t seriously hurt myself. I decide to lower my legs. With a loud groan and a high pitched squeal, I rest my core but stretch my nipples a good inch or two. My chest heaves with my breath as I try to adjust.

My arms begin to shake above my head. They’re tied together and connected to a counter weight, so if I lower them the dildo right above my mouth will lower into the O-ring holding my mouth open and choke me. A small sob escapes me as the dildo falls with my arms. My muscles may get a break, but I don’t.

“You’ve gotten a lot stronger since we started doing this,” My Lady remarks conversationally from her chair next to me. The only response I can give is a strained, choked, muffled wail. She laughs lightly as she rises. “You know, you’ve done so well today, keeping yourself taut for so long, I think you deserve a reward.”

She moves behind my legs where trying to look at her is a horrid strain on my eyes. I just stare at the ceiling instead, waiting. “You’ll only get your reward if you keep your legs and arms up though,” the condition is delivered in her happy singsong voice. I try to say, “Yes Ma’am,” but what comes out is more of a guttural noise than anything else. Obediently, I lift my legs and arms back up despite my screaming muscles. That’s when I hear the sound of the Hitachi. I am more motivated to keep myself taught than ever in this moment. It has been a month since my last orgasm and I will do almost anything to earn one.

When the vibrator touches me I can’t stop the screams and pleads flying from my throat, scrambled and turned into senseless noise by the gag. My legs fall for a moment, pulling my nipples suddenly and causing the vibrator to be removed. Almost sobbing, I pull my legs back into the air, praying for the strength to keep them aloft. The vibrator returns, only this time with a sleeve. The attachment slips into my vagina and presses against my g-spot and clit. Bucking and thrashing, I struggle to keep my limbs up. I want this so bad. I NEED this! I scream in my head.

Somehow, despite myself, despite the burning pain in my body, I last. Somehow, I make it to screaming orgasm. Lights flash behind my eyes and I feel liquid gushing from me. The vibrator remains on and in me for a minute after I am finished, My Lady chuckling as I twitch around it and fall limp. I feel like my limbs are made of lead and I’m flying far away from my body. All too soon, the climb to orgasm begins again, forcing me to lift my legs for better access and pleasure. Right before I hit another, the vibrator is taken away. “Don’t get greedy now sweet little thing,” I swear I can hear her smile in her words. Without stimulation, I fall limp again, feeling like a rag doll. As I faintly feel fingers untying the ropes around my ankles, I close my eyes and allow myself to rest.

The pain of removing the clamps brings me back to myself with a short shout and fast whimpers. The dildo already gone, my arms untied, my legs resting on the floor, the only thing left was the gag. It left my mouth with trails of saliva clinging to it. My head is pulled into My Lady’s lap and I instinctually move to please her. Confusion muddied my cloudy mind as she told me no and moved my face away to rest on her thigh. Have I done something wrong? I speculate as I turn to look up at her. I love to please her, to make her cum. I couldn’t fathom why she’d stop me.
“You are much too tired. Rest sweet girl, you can thank me later,” she softly explains, stroking my hair. I nod weakly, my head barely moving. We sit there for a while, silent. With a kiss to my forehead, she pulls a pillow under my head as she rises. The way she looked there, the light behind her head like a halo, she looked like a Goddess. “Be right back,” reassures the Goddess above me. Smiling, I give another incremental nod and close my eyes, slipping into sleep.

She returns with water and chocolate. “Do you want some water?” she asks, sitting next to me again. I open my mouth and give a soft “Ahh,” prompting a giggle from her. A straw is placed on my lips and I drink my fill. Water runs in the background. I perk up slightly, glancing between My Lady and the doorway. “I thought after all that you could use a bath,” she explains, rubbing my side and back gently, “A nice warm bath sound okay?” I smile dopily at her. I am loved, warm, and safe and cared for.

I can’t wait to repay her.

Thank you my sweet Lizzy girl for the amazing story and for being such a good girl sharing it with me and ultimately our readers. 🙂

Generosity – Cuckold Fantasy

Posted by Lady M on December 22, 2013
Posted in: Fiction, Male Chastity. Tagged: , , , , , . 5 comments

Author: Cagedmonkey

It’s three days past “Maybe Day” and I’m jumping through my skin. I’ve suffered through 5 solid weeks of either being locked up in the steel cage or enduring hours of tease and denial by Your hand. I have been forced to satisfy You in many different ways – my tongue, fingers, using Strap on on You until You are completely spent, for example. The one way I have not been allowed to please You is with your cock I have not been allowed to enter You for the entire five weeks of chastity this time around. You have been hinting that You are seriously looking forward to Maybe Day, perhaps even more than I am.
 
I am tied spread eagle to the bed, unable to move my body more than an inch or two away from You. You started off teasing me slowly, torturing me by making me wait even longer for my reward. Then You began to seriously put your cock through its paces, causing me to writhe around the bed and beg You for mercy. I am exhausted and nearly out of breath. My attention snaps back to You, however, as You straddle my hips and bring the head of my cock to Your wet pussy.
 
You make me wait even for this, sliding the head up and down Your pussy lips as I moan in utter frustration. You slowly slide your cock inside, and I can’t hold back a gasp as your cock is surrounded by Your warm, soft wetness. I want to thrust up into You, but I am held down by Your weight on my hips. Your pussy pulses and squeezes around me; I shudder as even that smallest amount of sensation begins to bring me closer to orgasm.
 
The pulsing of Your pussy stops as you reach to the side of the bed and grab you phone. “Oh baby, I almost forgot,” You casually remark, “I got an email from Adam a few days ago. He wanted you to read this, but you seem to be a little ‘tied up’ at the moment, so I figured I would read it to you.”
 
You then start to read the email from Adam. He writes how He loved the pics of Your beautiful tits, and how sexy You sounded as You moaned as I fucked You with the strap on and You came over and over. He got so horny that He fucked His wife in much the same way, making her moan and feeling her pussy flutter around His cock. He says I should know that it felt amazing to fuck a wet horny pussy nice and hard like that, and it’s too bad that I could only use a plastic cock on You while your cock thobbed away, locked away and lonely, unable to feel anything. He fucked her good; He ended up pulling out, stroking His cock hard and fast, and shooting a huge load of cum all over her stomach.
 
“I bet you’d like to jerk that cock and cum nice and hard all over me like that, huh?” You ask me. I nod, unable to speak. “Yeah, I know you would. I bet it would be a huge load, too. Over five weeks worth of cum backed up in those balls… it would probably be a lot more cum than this, you think?”
 
You turn the phone around and show me a photo of Adam’s cock, His hand wrapped around the shaft, and puddles of cum on what I assume is his wife’s stomach. He sent you a pic of His cum, prompted by the pics and videos I sent him for the explicit reason of getting off to. And now you are showing me the result as you hold you cock firmly in place inside your pussy.
 
I instictively thrust upward at You, but You hold me down.
 
“Nuh uh,” You say. “You be a good boy now. Looks like Adam enjoyed the presents you sent him! You owe him a thank you. I think a nice thank you gift would be to allow him to take your next orgasm from you on your next Maybe Day, five weeks from now…. he gets to cum, you don’t. What do you think?”
 
I’m speechless, unable to even think at the moment.
 
“Yes, that sounds just wonderful. When you write him a thank you email, you will tell him about the arrangement and how you won’t be cumming for just about 4 months because he is enjoying your presents so much.” You then begin to rise up off of my cock.
 
I begin to panic… what the??? Why are you not making me cum?
Then my brain does the math….
Five weeks from now, Adam will get to cum instead of me. I will have to wait five weeks after that, a total of ten, until I get to cum. But it has been five weeks already…
 
“Ah yes, my boy. You are realizing it now, yes? Adam took your orgasm this time around, too. He got to pump his cum nice and good, stealing your chance to empty those balls deep into my pussy… and you didn’t even know it! That must be so frustrating!”
 
Tears are beginning to well in my eyes as your cock begins to throb desperately, looking for any type of sensation in order to cum.
 
“Poor baby. I know this is hard for you, but it’s turning me on so much. In fact, I have to go get myself off, now! Hey look…. now just about EVERYBODY is getting to cum except for you!” You lean over and kiss my cheek as I let out a soft sob. “I’m going to head downstairs. I hope you can get yourself soft by the time I come back upstairs so I can lock you back up again.”
 
You walk to the door, turning back just before You turn out the light.
 
“I’ll try to keep it down so you don’t get too frutstrated up here,” You say with a wink.
 
You turn the lights off as I am left to deal with my ever increasing frustration. I eventually drift off to sleep to the sounds of Your moans as you cum for the third (or possibly fourth?) time….