His heart was racing as her leather gloved hand grasped one of the spokes of the wheel and gave it a tug. The spinning words became a blur, the plastic flag hitting the spokes creating a rapid clicking sound that filled the room, reverberating off the walls and ceiling. The seconds crept by and the wheel began to slow, the rapid chirping clicks becoming less and less frequent.
As the wheel slowed to a crawl he began to take guesses where it would stop. It looked like it only had a few more clicks left. It passed by 30 minute flogging and public humiliation and lost almost all of its momentum. It would probably land on one of the next 3 wedges he thought to himself inwardly groaning at the options: 1 month chastity, switch roles, and post orgasm tortue. Switch roles was an appealing option but, as it was 1/10th of the size of the other two wedges, he discounted it. He prayed it had enough momentum to make it to the post orgasm tortue wedge. He wasn't sure if he could take another month of chastity.
Time seemed to move in slow motion as the wheel passed over public humiliation and rolled into the chastity wedge. His heart sank, he could tell it didn't have enough momentum to make it to the next wedge. He looked up and to the right of the wheel and he saw her mouth turn upward into a sly smile down at his caged cock. She saw what was going to happen as well.
She was already getting excited as she drank in the desperation lining his face. Another month in chastity! It would be the longest he had ever gone! It would also be good training for the permanence of the cage in the future. Her mind reeled thinking about his cock, never able to get hard again. It would be the ultimate display of her dominance to enforce that for him.
Wait...was that another click?
She spun around her contemplation turning to shock as the wheel came to rest. The plastic flag was sitting there, in the middle of the smallest wedge on the wheel. Switch Roles.
I can't believe I put that on there. Oh well. He will probably come off like a total sub and fail at domming me anyway.
She retrieved the keys to his cage from her necklace and knelt down to unlock his cock. Once the ring and the sheath had been removed, he massaged his cock. His erection was quickly massive, especially for the first one in a month. Cock size was definitely not the reason this one became a sub she mentally quipped, taking in the impressive length and girth. Fully hard now, he stood up from the chair looking down at her. She stayed on her knees.
"How may I serve you master."
Smiling up at him she was shocked when she saw his hand flying towards her. The stinging on her cheek was a new sensation. She knelt there in stunned silence as the sparks of pain erupted through the left side of her face.
"You will speak when spoken to. Do you understand?"
The tone of his voice was stern and looking up at him there was a serious look in his eye. It was an odd contrast to the submissiveness and deference that usually characterised his face.
Smack
Her other cheek exploded from the force of his slap. She considered using a safe word but her competitive and dominant side overruled the pain. She wasn't going to ask for mercy from her sub. She was sure whatever he could dish out she could take.
Smack
The left cheek was stinging even more now. Her thoughts were apparently taking too long for his liking so she blurted out what she supposed he wanted to hear.
"Yes Master."
A broad smile broke his face.
"Good Girl, but you are still going to be punished. To make sure you really understand."
He sat back down in the chair and patted his lap.
"Lay face down across my lap."
She stood up and layed down, having to readjust a bit so her breasts were not being squashed by his thigh. Once she was in the right position she turned to look up at him. He grabbed her by the hair and pushed her head back until it was facing the ground.
"You will look down and not at me until I tell you otherwise."
Smack
"Do you understand?"
Her cheek stinging from the spank, she cursed herself mentally for forgetting to answer.
"Yes Master."
"Good girl. Now, you are going to count to 10. If you miss a number we will start over. Do you understand?"
"Yes Master."
Smack
"1"
Smack
"2"
Smack
"3"
Smack
"4"
Smack
"5"
Her thoughts were losing their coherence as the pain started to overwhelm her. She couldn't believe that was only 5 smacks so far. The fiery pain on her ass may as well have been a thousand little hornet stings.
Smack
"6"
The 6 was accompanied with a little yelp as he smacked a little too low and part of his hand hit her balls. It seemed he realized what happened and he gently stroked them, his fingers making his way down to her shaft. Within seconds the gentle stroking of his hands had her shaft stiffening. The pleasure from the stroking was beginning to mix with the pain in her ass creating an odd pairing as her brain attempted to sort out the contrasting feelings.
Smack
"7"
Smack
"8"
After each number now, he reached down and stroked her cock a few times.
Smack
"9"
A bead of precum glistened on the tip of her cock, collecting until it fell onto the back of her thighs.
Smack
"10"
The pain and pleasure were creating a thundercloud of arousal that continued to build in her crotch as he stroked her faster. She started panting as her orgasm built and right before she was about to cum, he stopped stroking.
Fuck! Did he know I was about to cum?
As if reading her mind he grabbed a handful of her ass and said,
"Now now, I don't want your naughty little cock cumming just yet. You need to earn that."
"Please Master, I was so close. Fuck!"
Wait, what am I saying. I need to keep control...
Smack
"I don't remember asking you if you were close to cumming nor do I remember telling you that you had permission to cum."
"I'm sorry."
Smack
"I'm sorry ... what?"
"I'm sorry Master!"
She nearly screamed it as the pain washed over her.
"Good girl, now get back on your knees."
She obeyed awkwardly, getting off his lap with a little push from him. As she began to gingerly kneel back down he caught her arm.
"Actually I need you to do something first. Strip down."
The gloves came off first, they were elbow length and faux leather each one tossed to the side without a care. Next she unzipped the corset down the middle, her breasts staying high and perky on her chest as it fell to the ground. Lastly, her thigh high latex boots came off reducing her height by a solid 5 inches.
He stood up next to her, now taller and looking down at her. She was a little shook up by the way his chiseled muscles and massive cock contrasted with her petite frame and significantly smaller member. She looked up at him to see a smirk playing across the corners of his mouth.
He noticed the stark contrast up close as well and when she looked up at him he grabbed her. He pushed her head down and she was forced to look at their cocks next to each other. One bulging with veins, thick as her arm and the other soft looking and as thin as two fingers.
"Try to put both your hands on your cock."
She tried and wrapped one hand around the base of her cock her thumb and forefinger almost at the head. When she added the other hand, the end of her head came just up to the midway point on the width of her hand.
