Tuesday
The alarm at last. I’ve been awake ages. Desperate for the toilet but unable to move as I’m still chained to the bed. You stir and snooze the alarm without even lifting your had from the pillow. You squirm back into me, rubbing your ass against my cock which immediately stiffens. You reach behind you and squeeze my cock and then very slowly and lightly start to stroke it. Up and down from the base to the head, barely making contact. Insufferably teasing. My cock bulges in a failed attempt to fill the gap in your hand and so elicit a firmer struggling.
After a couple of minutes you move your hand down and gently squeeze my balls. Each one in turn. Testing the shape and weight of each. Your hand moves between my legs and pushes at the base of the plug. Forcing it deeper which presses it against my bladder increasing my urgency in needing the toilet. I know I need to wait until the next alarm. There’s no way you’d get out of bed before. You move your hand back round to my cock and start playing with just the head. Squeezing it and running your nails over the sensitive surface. I sense you’ve moved your other hand between your legs. Within in a few minutes your hand has forgotten about my cock, your concentration fixed on your own pleasure. It’s frustrating to watch you, powerless to help, powerless to hp myself.
You cum moments before the alarm goes off again. You switch it off. Roll over and put two fingers into my mouth. I lick greedily, enjoying the taste of you. You uncuff me from the bed and then lead me into the bathroom. I wait on my knees outside the bathroom while you use the toilet. The same toilet I had voluntarily flushed my head in last night for your amusement (and if I’m honest, my pleasure at the humiliation).
Once you have finished you call me in. Usually you would be getting into the shower while I get to you relieve my bladder but instead you are still sitting on the toilet. You beckon me over.
“Lick.” you say and move forward on the seat so your pussy is presented to me.
I crawl over to you and although this is something I never done before, without hesitation begin to lick your dirty pussy. I can taste the urine mixed in with the taste of sex. I can’t say it as the taste particularly as much as the feeling of doing something naughty that makes my deflating hard-on suddenly re-inflate.
After just a few seconds you get up, stepping over me and head into the shower saying, “Good, that’ll save on some toilet paper.”
I sit on the toilet, waiting for my erection to soften so I can save my very full bladder. I think about what you just said. It seemed to indicate that this would become a regular occurrence. This was surprising to me as when we’d discussed boundaries and limits, neither of us had Really expressed a preference or desire to explore this type of play or service. But as I sat the thinking about it, the possibilities seemed to excite me. I couldn’t wait again to perform this service for you.
By the time you come out of the shower I’d managed to save myself. You wrap a towel around yourself disappear into the bedroom for a moment before reappearing with my chatity device. You hand it to me.
“Put it on.” you say.
You enjoy seeing me struggle to fit my cock into the cage. It takes a few minutes of struggle to get it on. The act itself always seems to encourage a hard-on. Once in place, you bend over and attach and close the padlock.
You kiss me and then say “You can take the plug out. “before heading off into the bedroom to get dressed.
I take the plug out, which is some relief after it being in all night although I feel strangely empty without it. After my shower I dress. The cage ally doesn’t show so it is Discreet enough to wear at work. It gives us both a perverse thrill to know I’m sitting in management meetings, meeting customers or discussing personal development with my reports while wearing the device and/or a butt plug.
After breakfast, we kiss and say our goodbyes before heading our separate ways off to work.
At about 3 pm I get a text from you. It says “I want to see a picture of you immediately with two fingers in your ass.”
I’m in the middle of a project meeting. I immediately stand up, interrupting a colleagues’ presentation, make a vague excuse and leave. head straight for the toilet and enter the further cubicle, which is lucky empty. I pull down my trousers and pants and get on my knees, leaning over the toilet. I suck my fingers, getting them as wet as I can and then rub my ass hole. I repeat this a few times until I’m happy with the amount of lubricant. I then put in one finger and then the other. It takes me a good few minutes to get a usable photo. I think you’ll like it. My body and face a pressed against the toilet seat and both fingers are inserted past the second finger joint. I send you the photo with my fingers still deep in my ass.
A text comes back immediately, “Now send me a photo of both of those fingers in your mouth.”
I give myself a few finger thrusts before taking them out and without looking at them shove them deep in my mouth. Luckily they don’t taste too bad. I kind of earthy tattoo but not shitty. I take a photo and send it to you.
A text comes back saying “Good boy. Now back to work. No washing those fingers.”
I send a reply, thanking you for the opportunity to serve and hoping you liked the photos.
I pull myself together and leave the toilets heading back to my meeting. For the rest of the day, I can’t seem to stop myself from sniffing my fingers or putting them in my mouth when I think no one is watching. My cock is straining against its confinement for the rest of the afternoon.
FIve minutes before you return I assume the usual greeting position. Forehead on the floor, ass in the air, legs spread enough to allow easy access and a view of my balls hanging between my spreadlegs and forearms pressed flat on the floor either side of my head. I’m hoping you are in a better mood today. My balls still feel tender from yesterday’s beating. The cane mark from yesterday is still very unlikely visible across by ass cheeses.
I hear the familiar sound of your bracelets jangling. Moments later you are inside. The door closed behind you.
“Always a pleasant sight to come home to.” you say.
“Thank you, my love.” I reply.
“Let’s eat, I’m starving.” you say.
You pull me up by the collar so I’m kneeing, give me a kiss and then head off to get changed. I crawl through to the kitchen to finish off dinner, feeling quite relieved there was no repeat of yesterday’s homecoming ball-busting.
We have dinner as any normal couple would, sat opposite each other at the table. The only difference being that you were dressed in a loose fitting floor length dress and I am sat there naked except for my chatity device. We chat about normal things.
After dinner I wash-up and then join you in the living room to watch a film. You allow me on the sofa. You snuggle into my armpit and we began to watch the film. After awhile, you retreat to the other end of the sofa and bring your manicured feet up to rest on my lap. The dark blue nail poisoning contrasting with your pale skin. Instinctively, subconsciously, I began rubbing and massaging your feet. As the film comes to an end, I bow my head and kiss your toes. You small purr of pleasure encourages me. I place your big toe in my mouth and gently suck before moving my head up and down it as if giving it fallatio. All the while massaging the foot with my hands. I then start to lick and suck your other toes, making sure my tongue gets in between them.
You put one of your feet on my crotch and start absently playing with my caged cock and balls with your foot.
“How are they?” you say.
“Tender but okay, my love” I say.
“You enjoyed it though didn’t you?”
“Of course mylove. I love everything you do.”
“If you love it so much, why don’t you ask me to kick you again right now?”
I hesitate a moment. My balls feel a little bruised. I’m really not sure I want them kicked again tonight. But she is my Goddess, so I steel myself and say,
“My love, it was such fun last night, I’d really love it if you kicked my balls again tonight, my love”
“Ok, if you enjoyed it that much, I’ll happily oblige.” you say, “Get on all fours in front of me, ass facing me.”
I immediately obey and mentally prepare for the coming pain. Hoping my balls will forgive me.
I feel your foot playing with my balls. Squeezing and pulling at the sack. You then let go. I brace for the kick. The pause seems endless.
You break the tension. Saying “No, it’s okay, I’m not in the mood this evening. Come back on the sofa. I think you hear my sight of relief. I can see your crafty smile as I turn around and get onto the sofa. You roll over on to your front and hike your dress up revealing your beautiful ass. I need no second invitation and bury my head between your buttocks, searching for your pretty hole. I lick around it gently. Feeling the contours of the ring with my tongue, before pushing through its centre to probe deeper. Your groans let me know you are enjoying this.
I repeat the moves, alternating between licking the rim and delving deep into the centre. I bring my fingers up to your pussy. It is very wet. It takes no effort at all to push my thumb into the warm space, the rest of my hand enveloping your pussy, allowing me to gently squeeze and rub from inside and out. It only takes a few minutes for you to orgasm. I feel you clnch around my thumb and my tongue. You push my hand away but tell me to keep licking. I obey, continuing to lick your ass as you bask in the afterglow of your orgasm. My orgasm, my scanning erection ignored in its cage.
After some time, you decide it’s time to go to bed. We snuggle in bed like any other normal couple, except my cock lies impossible in a steel cage.
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