Chapter 4: End of the Day Rewards
When I got home, Charly was already there. Normally, she'd be in kitchen starting on dinner. We usually cooked together, but whoever got home first started. Tonight wasn't a normal night, though. Charly was in the living room, with a glass of wine in her hand.
"What are you cooking me for dinner tonight, Honey?" she said as I walked in the door.
That was it. Not, "What do you think we should make for dinner tonight?" Not even a, "How was your day?" Just, "What are you cooking me for dinner tonight, Honey?"
Okay. I was close enough to what I expected would be a fantastic experience that I could almost sense it. I could play along a little longer if that's what it took.
So, without bitterness in my voice, I said, simply, "What would you like?"
After dinner, Charly made it clear that I was going to be doing the cleanup alone. She "had things to do in the bedroom." Fair enough. I figured I'd like the results of her preparations, even if I didn't know exactly what they were.
When I tried to open the bedroom door, I found it locked. I knocked and Charly opened the door just wide enough to push through to meet me in the hallway.
"You'll need to put these on if you want your treat," she said, holding out a pair of blindfolds. We'd played this game many times before. I was up for it.
Charly guided me into the room and undressed me completely, flicking my chastity device just to remind me of it and of her control. She laid me down on the bed, fastened the wrist and ankle cuffs to me and bound me, spread-eagled. And then, like before, she began to tease me with her fingers, her breath, and her lips.
Today's phone frustration was one thing; this was teasing on an entirely different level. The gentle wisping of her hair on my abdomen and thighs as she hovered over me forcing me to anticipate her touch was enough to drive me crazy. My cock was straining against its restraint before Charly ever touched me with her fingers or her lips.
"Do you want to fuck?"
"God yes," I gasped.
"Do you want to fuck like you've never fucked before?"
"Yes!" Couldn't she tell how much I wanted to fuck?
"Do you want to cum?"
"Yes!" Jesus! What's with all the questions?
"Do you want to cum like you've never cum before?"
"Yes, yes ... get on with it!" Now my frustration was showing. I was worried that Charly would take this as a reason to deny me for longer as a punishment for getting out of line. "I mean, please, Mistress, let's fuck; I want to cum!"
"Okay, then. Let's do it."
Finally! Thank God!
But, I didn't feel her hands reaching to unlock my chastity device. Instead, I felt Charly get off the bed and heard her walk over to the dresser.
Nothing... I heard nothing; I felt nothing. For several long minutes. And, when she got back on the bed, I didn't feel her trying to unlock my cock cage. Instead, I felt her unfasten my right leg and push it up over my chest, attaching it to a rope from the headboard. She did the same with my left leg.
I knew what was about to happen. Before I felt the tip of a strap-on dildo against my asshole, I knew it was coming.
"You wanted to fuck like you'd never fucked before," Charly said in a soothing but dominating tone.
"That's not what I meant," I pleaded. I meant that I'd wanted, like never before, to fuck, not that I'd wanted to fuck in a way that I'd never fucked before. But, of course, Charly knew that. And Charly didn't care.
I felt the phallus press against my anus, slowly but forcefully. Charly had obviously lubed it up so it wasn't friction that was impeding its progress, just my tight sphincter. The pressure was unyielding; my asshole wasn't. Soon, Charly had opened my hole and was slowly and gently sliding in and out of my ass.
The dildo was large and it hurt at first. I moaned a complaint—a complaint that Charly ignored completely. But after a few minutes of the deep massaging action, my sphincter relaxed and the pain evaporated.
It took me a while to realize that I wasn't just experiencing the pain receding but was feeling waves of pleasure. And the surf was rising. The waves came stronger with each thrust of the strap-on into my body.