My Mistress, you have been so kind and caring, as always. But also perfectly demanding of my devotion to your pleasure.
So here I am, in standing spread-eagle position in your cellar dungeon and filled with joy at the coming few hours. Your "workspace" is functional, that is nothing fancy. No windows, one door to the stairs, with toys and your tools hanging on hooks in the walls. It feels very quiet...temperature and sound insulation I suppose. There is a big overhead beam to which you have 'secured' my attentions.
You have dressed me in a wig, slutty makeup, cup-less bra and stockings and placed locking cuffs on my ankles that are attached to chains that are also attached to floor screws. Knowing my kinky nature, you have also required that I wear 5-inch heels and locked them onto my feet with ankle strap hardware; my feet are held about two feet apart so you have unlimited access to my crotch.
Attached to the beam by chains, my hands are in leather bondage mittens with locking wrist cuffs. Never to miss any opportunity to degrade and push my limits, a one-pound chrome ball is attached to a tight locking ring around my balls stretching me from below. A black rawhide lace is tied in a petite bow around the base of my cock, keeping it hard. A ball gag is strapped into my mouth and my head is held erect by a tight posture collar secured at the back with a padlock. A quite large e-stimulating plug is in my ass...in the off position for now.
The cellar is nice and warm, as you, my Mistress, like to be comfortable as you torment your slaves. There is also a comfortable easy chair for you to sit in a few feet from where I am bound. A small table is by the side of the table with a note pad, candlestick, a glass of dark red wine... a large dildo, a blind fold and what looks like a control box with wires trailing off the table.
I hear you coming down the stairs, and anticipate every click of your stiletto heels on the concrete floor as you walk in front of me. I have been in bondage for about half an hour. (You hung me up, tied up my cock, stroked me to hardness, and then stopped. I moaned through the gag as you just smiled and then went upstairs, saying to me, "we are just getting started slave, we have hours to try new techniques to please me tonight. Think about that."
I am happy but anxious with your return. You put a small bag down on the table and take out things with your back to me. As you turn around you pull the table over so it is right in front of me. Standing in front of me you give my cock a few slow strokes with your soft hands and long red fingernails. You enjoy getting a moan out of me. Then, you slowly, button-by-button, take off your blouse and skirt standing in just your bra, panties, garter belt, stockings, and heels. I look at you standing only inches in front of me and try to lean my body towards you to smell your perfume and possibly touch you in any way.
Knowing my need, you take a step back and smile.
"So eager my slut! But you have so long to go yet...it is going to be a very long night for you."
You go back to the table, reach into your bag and put on a pair of rubber gloves and pour a little oil into your hand. Turning around you pull the chair closer to your captive sissy cock.
You slide your hand slowly down to the base and then back up to the tip several times. Again, you ease a moan from me as, stretched tight in my bondage, I am helpless to do anything but moan into the gag knowing the wonderful submission and resulting frustration that is to come. You sit without speaking with a knowing smile watching me as your hand continues its slow stroking on my now well-oiled cock. As you do, I remember other nights when I have been forcibly aroused by you for 2 or 3 hours. During that time you have made me tell you how much I love your hand because it gave me so much pleasure. You also say how other pathetic and unaware men are thinking that sex only lasts for 5 or 10 minutes...and how I was so lucky, that you had proved to me that such sexual rapture could last for hours, with just your hand.
Of course your method is simple but elegant. By stroking me until I was ready to cum, then stopping and making me wait until I calmed down, only to restart the agonizing bliss of the slow stroking over and over again for hours, until you have had to use other means to stop my screams for release.
But, you have learned to gag me at the beginning because you like me completely helpless, unable to even beg for release. That way we both knew you were totally in control from dressing me as your bitch, putting a gag in my mouth, collar on my neck, plug in ass and with padlocks and chains to restrain me. You know that it excites me to know there was no possible chance of escape.
Your approach to domination is your own. You choose to not use a whip to give me pain, but instead you long to make men beg using pleasure and denial, until that pleasure became an agonizing need that allows you to control me as surely as the threat of lashes or padding. I can see your pleasure in your eyes when you have had me on the edge repeatedly, when the pre-cum is just leaking from my cock as I hang in my bondage moaning behind the gag. You know I am reaching a state of sexual delirium, as you so desire it, as I have been hanging here for an hour now with my cock rock hard and purple from the tight wrapping at the base.
You pull your chair closer and spread your legs open and I can smell your musty sweet sex, which drives me even crazier with lust. I am twisting in my chains starting to scream behind the gag as you slowly look up at me and lick your lips.
"Poor slut it has only been an hour and you are already starting to scream for release."
It does make me hot hearing you scream, knowing you would do any thing to cum right now." "But do you know what makes me even hotter, my bitch? It's knowing I am going to keep you here for hours more, and there is not a fucking thing you can do about it."
I thrash about as much as I can in my restraints going crazy with lust at your words. Looking down I see you reach into your bag and take out a vibrator. You take a moment to remove your panties and hold the crotch of the sheer fabric in front of my face for a moment so I can get a smell of the already wet crotch...the smell of your clit juices driving me to even higher levels of desperation. Sitting back down you look up at me and slide the vibrator between your legs. Your hand continues the slow stroking of my cock. Keeping me right on the edge but not allowing me to get off. Your scent grows stronger as you stand and turn and bend over, one hand on the table. I watch you slide the lubed vibrator first long your ass crack and then slowly into and then out of your ass. You start moving the vibrator faster in and out of a now dripping ass and clit. Your head tilts back and breathing becomes fast as you near orgasm. You start moving your hand faster and every muscle in my body tightens as I can feel myself getting close to cumming. I rise up on the toes of the spike heels as I feel my self getting very close. You are panting, and I can feel your breath on my cock as you jam the vibrator in and out of your tight sweet ass. Then you look me straight in the eye, squeeze my balls harshly and yell...STOP!
I let out a huge scream behind the gag and lunge forward in my restraints trying to achieve contact with any part of your body against my cock. I was seconds away from cumming! My screams are what you wanted, the sounds of them triggering your own juicy orgasm onto your hand. I can only hang there in my chains twisting and yelling behind the gag as you first wipe my face with your cream covered hand, and place the dildo just under my nose allowing drops of your ass juices to drip onto my upper lip. Then you sit back in the chair with legs hooked over the arms giving me a complete view of your beautiful pussy as you continue to feel your body wracked by an intense, continuing orgasm.
