Norma Fishbein turned on her computer...and yes, look who was waiting! Norma shook back her long ash blonde hair, refreshed her lip plumper and became Mistress Merlyn.
Crackers's webcam opened, and there he was, looking somewhat hopeful. Naked, and look at that frustrated dong.
What Merlyn loved about Crackers was, he was an honor system guy who actually was able to abstain, and jerk off constantly.
But he never got release unless she said the word, and Merlyn had been so proud of him, that after an unusually long 73 days, she'd ordered another sub Eugene245, who lived in the same tri-state area to drive fifty miles and to suck Crackers's cock...
Usually of course she just let him jerk off into a pair of her soiled panties on his rare release dates...
Most of Merle's clients were in chastity devices. She had one, the Maggot, who had a chastity CAGE, which meant he could stimulate but not erupt...
And she worried some day she might be sending him to the emergency room with the tease-denial thing.
After all, Merlyn looked great. Today she was wearing a bright red dress with a plunging neckline, very Fifties, and the webcam displayed her long legs.
"Miss Merlyn! Don't you look scrumptious!" Crackers bent closer into the screen.
"You too, honey. Has your wee-wee recovered from when I had you create a "Fun Jar?"
This was a reference to when Merlyn had suggested Crackers fill a glass jar with wasps, hornets, crickets (which you can get from a bait shop) and fire ants, and then of course followed with his genitals.
Crackers had done this, and then listened to one of Merle's podcasts...
He'd kept the jar on for hours, until the insects were satiated or dead, and his penis had been in sorry shape for some time.
But, ever the optimist, he'd thanked Merlyn for helping him forget about wanting to wank just for a bit.
"Yes, the wounds have healed, ma'am, and last night I put the plug-in vibrator with the digital timer up my ass and I rubbed myself and fantasized that you were making me get anally raped by...
"I know." Merle said drearily. "A large Negro man. You Southern boys are all alike."
"Do you have any other tortures for me, Mistress?
"Well, here's one that's popular with your friend the suckpig, Eugene245. Before I had him permanently locked in the tube, Gene would take about ten clothespins and string them together with clothesline and clip them onto the skin around his cock and balls."
"Oh really?"
"Yes, then tie a plastic cup to the part of the rope that's hanging down and when you shower in the morning, Then you stand under the head and let the cup fill up with water, and it will pull on the clothespins."
"Wow. I should write this down."
"Yes--and to make it traumatic, do it for 20 minutes with a cold shower. Ordinarily the freezing water would make your cock soft, but you've been denied for nearly a month now, so, that shouldn't be a problem."
"Eugene 245 is very creative, after he blew me that time, he told me about another self-torture where you attach a five pound weight to a rod, and attach the rod to my scrotum, and put on a spreader bar, cuffing my hands behind my back."
"My goodness"
"Yes, He drew up a diagram of how to tie my balls apart with the excess string, and make sure I have separated them. Sometimes I strain it further with more string under my knees."
"Wow"
"Then there's more...
"Yes?"
"Well, then I leave the keys on the other side of the house, and I have to shuffle across the room, pulling the weight along by my nuts."
"Wow. Eugene is a sick fuck, isn't he?"
"Well he's tougher than I am. because he puts the keys in the attic and gets himself locked down in the cellar, and goes up four flights of stairs, and with the weight, he falls down a lot."
