Hey Alanna

For the next few days Alanna and I don't say anything, but I'm constantly checking her out and waiting for her to tell me to come over. I feel my frustration build every day as I see her outside in her yard, or arriving home from work.

On Wednesday night, I decide to go over to her house for a visit with only one hope for the night.

I knock on her door, and she opens the door with a twinkle in her eye when she sees me.

"Come on in," she shuts the door and turns to face me. "What can I do for you?" she asks with a hint of satisfaction.

"I wanna fuck you again," I answer looking at the light reflecting off her key.

"Oh that's an interesting idea," she says leaning against the wall.

"Please Goddess," I weakly say.

"No," she decisively says. "I don't think you've earned it yet."

"Please Goddess," I plead. "How can I earn it?"

"You're not getting fucked tonight," she sits down.

"Yes Goddess," I weakly say.

"But," she says with a lighter tone. "My pussy wants to have some quality time with that splendid tongue of yours," she tilts her head. "And maybe if you're good, you'll get some time free of the cage as a reward." My eyes light up as she speaks. "But you're not going to cum tonight."

"Yes Goddess," I say trying to hide my disappointment as she stands up.

"Very good," she extends an arm and leads me upstairs.

I follow her into her bedroom and she instructs me to strip as she goes into her closet.

She cuffs my wrists behind my back and I kneel at the foot of her bed.

She slides her yoga pants off and her burgundy panties to the side, sitting on the foot of her bed. I begin to salivate as she wraps her legs around my neck while sliding one hand into my hair.

I have no idea how long I'm licking her for, but I am completely out of breath when she finally allows my head up.

"Holy shit," she says with her cheeks flushed. "That tongue of yours is incredible."

She stands up, picking me up by my shoulders and kisses me passionately.

"Please," I groan as I desperately hump her leg.

"Uh uh," she caresses my cheek. "You're not getting laid tonight," she mockingly whispers.

"Please Goddess," I groan. "Didn't you like my tongue?"

"Yes very much," she runs a hand through my hair. "But I want something else from you tonight."

"What is it?" I desperately groan.

"Back on your knees," she sternly says.

I oblige and she sits back on the bed.

"Please please please please," I continue to beg before she puts one hand over my mouth and one hand on my throat.

"Do you want to spend an extra week in that cage?" she sternly asks. I shake my head and whimper. "I don't wanna do that to you either." I nod as she continues to stare daggers at me. "I'm going to remove my hand," she says lightening her tone. "You are NOT to beg. Is that clear?" I nod and she removes her hand.

I stare up at her, feeling my cock swelling in its cage.

A few moments pass before either of us speak.

"Goddess..." I softly say.

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry I didn't listen when you said no Godd..." she softly puts a finger over my lips.

"It's ok," she sweetly says. "I know you're not being disobedient, you're just frustrated." I nod and she sits back on the edge of her bed, running her foot up my thigh and tracing my cage.

"You're going to put on a show for your Goddess right now," I groan as she bounces the cage off her foot.

"What do you mean?" I say struggling in my cuffs.

"Well, last week you said my pussy is better than your fantasies."

I nod as she begins to take her top off, fully revealing her burgundy lace bra and panty set.

"I wanna hear more about these fantasies you have about me," she says with a grin.

I nod and she stands up, gliding a hand over my shoulder.

"Do you think you can give your Goddess a show worth her time?"

"Ye... yes... Goddess," I softly answer.

"That's not very convincing."

"Yes G... Goddess... I... I can give you a show," I say in a firmer voice.

"Much better," she runs a hand through my hair. "Follow me," she says playing with her key.

I nervously follow her downstairs and to the basement where she quickly releases my wrists and tosses the cuffs aside.

I don't move as she walks across the basement and opens a door to a room in the corner.

"Well come on," she quietly says turning a light on in the room.

I hesitantly walk across the basement and join her in the room, hearing her close the door behind us.

It's quite a small room, no bigger than an average cubicle, with nothing in it but a tall dresser and a chair.

I see her reach for two manacles hanging from a beam running across the ceiling which she swiftly puts my wrists in, locking them together with a padlock.

A moment later, she opens the dresser and pulls out a spreader bar. She shortens it a bit before she attaches it to my ankles.

I can barely stand now with my ankles tied, but the cuffs keep me upright.

With my body now completely immobilized, she reaches down and unlocks the cage.

My cock pushes the cage and ring apart when she slides the padlock out. She gently slides my balls through the ring and watches my cock twitch for a moment before turning back to the dresser.

She pulls out a small black case, no bigger than a glasses container.

She pops it open and takes out a blindfold, swiftly tying it around my head.

"So tell me more about these fantasies of yours," she seductively whispers in my ear. "Every time I hear something I like, I'll stroke your cock," she moans. "It looks like it could use some attention."

For a few moments, I just silently think about where to start.

"What do you wanna know?" I barely breathe out as my cock begins to drip.

"Everything," she whispers running her hand up and down my chest.

I say nothing for a moment before she pinches my nipples. "I... I d... don't know w... where to start."

"I appreciate your honesty," she licks my ear. "Would you like some help?"

"Yes Goddess. Please."

"Very well." She walks around me, running a single finger around my body. "Let's just take your current situation. Your wrists and ankles bound, blindfolded and your poor, denied cock is desperately throbbing." She stops right behind me and begins whispering in my ear. "But you know that I will not be fucking you or allowing you an orgasm tonight." I shudder as she runs here hands up my stomach and chest. "What would you think about me doing to you?"

"Edging me," I quickly reply with barely a whisper. "Over and over and over."

"How?"

"With your mouth... W..." I moan as she lightly strokes my cock. "with... with your vibrator and... an-," I stop speaking and just moan as she grips my cock firmer.

"Don't let me distract you," she loosens her grip.

"And you make me edge myself," I whine as she releases my cock.

"Like a jerk off instruction?"

"Yes Goddess."

"Very good," she says with an audible smile. "Here is your reward," she says before I feel her warm mouth surround my cock.

She gently sucks me for a moment before letting my cock flop out of her mouth.

"Please," I softly beg.

"Now," she completely ignores my plea. "Let my words paint a beautiful picture for you," she says beginning to walk around me again.

I feel pre cum begin dripping down my leg.

"So imagine that you're tied to my bed and blindfolded," I think I hear her begin playing with herself. "After you've pleased me with that wonderful tongue of yours, I decide you deserve a chance to see me," she licks my ear. "What you would like to see me wearing."

"I loved the way you looked in leather," I desperately thrust my hips against the air. "And I've always wanted to see a sexy woman in latex," I moan as she rubs the underside of my cock.

"Are there any colors you like?"

"I loved the pink and black," I moan as she squeezes the head. "And I think you would look amazing in red or white," I gently moan as she gently strokes my cock with two fingers.

"Very good," she says as she releases my cock and she kisses my neck. "Now imagine," she says lightly running her tongue up my cock.

"Please," she's already moved her head by the time I rock my hips.

"Now imagine little slave," she says standing next to me. "Your Goddess arrives home one day," she stifles a moan. "And she sees that you've followed her instructions. You're on your knees and your hands are bound to the ceiling, you're blindfolded and her cock is desperately trying to break free of its cage," she runs a hand up the back of my thigh. "You hear my heels clicking on the floor around you, what do you think I would do to you?"

"Wrap one arm around my throat," I nervously say. "And tease my-," I catch myself. "YOUR cock with your other hand," I moan as she strokes my cock more firmly than she has all night. "And you walk around me a... and bu... bury my face... in," I moan as she continues to stroke my cock. "Bury... my f... face in y... yo.... your tits," I barely get out.

She continues to firmly stroke for a minute before she removes her hand, eliciting a desperate growl from me.

"One last thing," she softly says squeezing the base of my cock. "Tell me," she traces a wet finger over my frenulum. "Why did you give me your key?" I softly moan as she resumes stroking my cock. "What did you think would happen? Or want to happen?"

"I wanted exactly what happened," I admit.

"Why did you want this with me specifically?" she asks. I stay silent for a moment while she continues to lightly stroke my cock. "Answer me," she says releasing my cock.

I whimper and rock my hips, trying to make contact with anything.

"Answer me," she says in a more stern voice.

"Bec... because... you..." I lose my words as she runs a wet finger inside my thigh.

She begins to lightly stroke my cock again. "Go on," she encourages. "Tell me."

"Because you're my image of female perfection," I don't even process the words I say.

"Very good," she cheerily says leaning down and kissing my cock.

"Please Goddess," I softly say as she strokes my cock for a couple of minutes. "I wanna cum so bad."

"Now are there any other fetishes of yours that you want to tell Goddess about?"

"Yes Goddess," I whimper.

"Tell me."

"I love your beautiful nails." My voice cracks with embarrassment.

"Really?" she says sounding intrigued. "That's a new fetish for me," she runs a fingernail across my chest.

"Goddess?" I quietly ask.

"Yes?" she almost inaudibly whispers.

"Can you tell me about some of your fantasies?" I ask.

"Not tonight," she whispers. "But soon you'll be my prop for some of them," she cheerily says.

"Yes Goddess."

"You've been a very good boy tonight," she sweetly says taking my blindfold off.

"Thank you Goddess."

She gives me a kiss and gives my cock one stroke before turning towards the dresser and picking up the cage.

"No," I quietly whimper. "Please." She ignores my cry and slides the ring up my cock.

"Don't go anywhere," she smirks and leaves the room.

She returns a few minutes later with a wet rag.

I struggle in vain as she wraps the cold rag around my cock and slides the cage on, locking it in place.

She reaches down and releases my ankles from the spreader bar.

"Easy," she softly says as she reaches up and releases my wrists.

I stumble out of my restraints, but she catches me and eases me into the chair in front of me.

I don't say anything for a moment until she cups my chin.

"You ok?" she asks.

I nod, reaching out and running my hand through her hair. She leans down and caresses my cheek, kissing me deeply.

"I hope you're enjoying our new arrangement as much as I am," she smirks running a hand over my cage.

"I am Goddess," I softly say.

"Good," she says taking my hand in hers. She leads me upstairs and hands me my clothes.

I give her a hug when I finish getting dressed.

"Friday night," she whispers in my ear. "7:30."

"Yes Goddess."

--

On Friday night, I let myself in through her side door and she's sitting in a chair at her table.

She's wearing a sleeveless black latex catsuit and black boots.

"Welcome sweet little slave," she sweetly says approaching me. "Did you miss me?"

"Yes Goddess," I softly answer. "I always miss you."

"Good," she says rubbing my cage through my jeans. "Strip."

I quickly strip and she tosses my clothes into the corner of the room.

She grabs my hand and leads me upstairs without saying a word.

She leads me into her bedroom and pushes me onto her bed, climbing on top of me and kissing me. I run my hands all over her, feeling the latex hugging her beautiful body.

"Do you like my outfit," she lifts her upper body up and grabs my wrists. She runs my hands over her breasts, down to her hips and over her ass.

"Yes Goddess. You look amazing," I weakly answer.

"It's like a second skin, isn't it," she softly says to herself.

She takes my wrists and pins them above my head. I probably could break my wrists free of her hand but I don't dare try.

She lowers herself and runs a hand up my chest. "So I've been thinking," she sweetly says scratching my chest. "You did such a good job telling me about your fantasies," I nod and stare at her. "I think I should let you fulfill one today."

I moan as she runs a hand over my caged cock.

"Would you like that?"

"Yes Goddess," I whisper as she runs her finger through one of the cracks in the cage.

"You want your Goddess to tell you how to stroke your cock?" she winks and grinds on my trapped member.

"Y... yes... Go... Goddess," I struggle to speak as she runs her hand up and down my stomach.

"You better be good," she softly says lifting me off the bed and guiding me to her door.

She ties my ankles to the door before standing up.

"What's your dominant hand?"

"Left," I shakily answer before she cuffs my left arm to the door.

"Weak hand only," she smirks pulling up a chair in front of me.

"Let me make one thing clear for you," she sternly says. "I know it's been a little while since you had a free hand and free cock. But," she stares intensely into my eyes "first time you disobey me, that cage is going back on for two weeks. Understood?"

"Yes Goddess," I answer as her eyes seem to cast a spell on me.

"Now beg me to unlock this," she taps the cage.

Once she's satisfied with my begging, she silently leans down and opens the padlock.

I instinctively reach for it with my free hand, but I stop myself from grabbing it.

"Good boy," she says noticing my restraint. "I love seeing a hard cock twitching like this," she says blowing air on my desperate cock. "So ready to be played with," she coos.

"Goddess I can't restrain myself for long," I desperately plead holding my hand as far away from my cock as I can.

"Is that so?" she giggles.

"Goddess...," I feel like I'm using all of my energy to not stroke. "Tie my other hand," I desperately want to avoid another two weeks in chastity.

"No," her voice becomes more intense now. "You have to show some restraint, I'm not helping you do it."

I resort to pinning my free arm behind my head before she gives me a satisfied smirk.

She undoes the zipper on her pants and begins playing with herself, dramatically moaning. Despite my cock being harder and more desperate than I can ever remember, I resist touching myself.

"See, I knew you could do it," she says running her wet hand inside my thigh. "Didn't I?"

"Y... yes... Goddess," her warm breath on my cock is almost too much to bare. She stands up and presses a gag into my lips, buckling it around my head.

"Now you may grab my cock at the base and squeeze," she flatly says sitting back in her chair. I oblige and she observes me for a moment.

"Come on I know you can squeeze it tighter." I try to squeeze harder but I can't. "Needs a little encouragement," she almost inaudibly says standing up. "Remember that wonderful blowjob I gave you?" she speaks more clearly to me. I nod and she kisses my cheek. "Think about how nice that felt," she moans. "My warm mouth completely enveloping this big, hard, denied, desperate cock." Her words lead to me using strength I didn't know I had left to squeeze the base of my cock so tightly it almost hurts. "Amazing," she loudly says noticing my tighter grip.

She sits down and resumes playing with herself. I swear climbing a mountain is easier than fighting the urge to stroke myself, but I resist and watch her.

"Very good," she says sucking her fingers clean. "I suppose you've earned a little something now," she says spitting on my cock. "Stroke my cock 5 times base to head, but not head to base." I enjoy the first stroke from the base to the tip, but releasing my grip at the head is like pulling apart industrial magnets. I grab my cock again at the base and stroke it once to the head before the same struggle to release my grip.

After my fifth stroke, I leave my hand at my side. "Grip the base again," she sweetly says. I oblige and she takes a knee in front of me. "Very good," she says, her warm breath continuing to make my cock pulse. She lifts her hand up and runs the back of her pink manicured nails over the tip and a little bit down my cock. It's a new sensation for me, her nails are smoother than her skin but also a bit colder.

"You're doing great," she encouragingly says. "Hand off," she says standing up and observing me. I again struggle to pull my hand off but I pin it behind my back. She pours a liberal amount of lube on my cock and gently spreads it using a single finger. I growl as she grabs my cock with both hands. She turns each hand in opposite directions as I struggle to not thrust into her hands.

After a few minutes she removes one hand and reaches behind my back, grabbing my free hand. She begins stroking my cock herself, as I whimper and gently rock my hips. "Don't cum," she sweetly says flicking my frenulum with a finger. I get close to cumming and begin thrusting harder before she takes her hand away. "No cumming," she sternly says. I try to stroke my cock with my free hand, but she's still gripping it. She tilts my head toward hers. "If you make yourself cum without permission it will be a whole month in chastity for you." I whimper and she begins to speak softly. "You've been so good tonight, don't make me punish you." I nod an she releases her grip on my hand.

I leave it behind my back, not trusting myself to not stroke myself if my arm wasn't pinned down.

"Grip the base," she says putting her hands on her hips. She stands in front of me, lining her pussy up with my cock. My eyes widen and my cock pulsates with excitement. "Don't get too excited," she says leaving herself just out of reach of my cock. "You're going to run this desperate cock over my clit until I cum," I nod in excitement. She's going to fuck me after all. "You are not to thrust into me or I swear I will lock that cage back on you for a year," she roughly says. I whimper in fear, knowing she probably would. "Clear?" she asks with a hint of playfulness returning to her eyes. I nod and she brings herself closer to me.

Despite my time in chastity, this is easily the most frustrating thing I've ever done. I run my cock over her clit, being careful to not accidentally slip into her. After a few strokes of her clit she cums and mercifully backs away. I begin to cry in frustration and she caresses my cheek when she returns to reality. "Very good," she says patting the wrist of my hand still wrapped around the base of my cock. I hadn't even registered that it was still there. "Hand off," she says taking my free hand and tying it to the door. "So tell me," she says running a hand over my chest. "Have you been so good tonight because you're desperate to cum or are you just a good boy?" she asks kissing my cheek and popping the gag out of my mouth.

"I'm just a good boy Goddess," I struggle in my cuffs as she runs a finger up the bulging vein on my cock.