Naughty allan was so far beyond horny there were no words.
Saturday was washing day, when Miss Molly would strap him down onto the special table in the cellar, unlock the stainless-steel cage around his cock, and scrub his genitals with soap and hot water. It was the closest he ever got to sexual release. She often teased the poor organ to the brink of orgasm before hosing it off with ice cold water and then stuffing it back into the tight steel for another week.
It was his responsibility to keep the inaccessible organ clean, of course. There was a drain in the concrete floor and a hose bib next to the metal table. Each morning he dutifully marched down to the cellar after cleaning up Her breakfast dishes to scrub himself from head to toe with household cleanser and the frigid hose. Before their wedding, She'd had all his hair permanently removed, so cleaning was pretty straightforward and usually took just a couple of minutes. Saturday washings were the only time the cage came off for a deep clean.
Stretched out tightly across the metal table he couldn't move much, but She enjoyed watching him arch his groin upward and strain toward the soapy rag. In three years of marriage, She'd allowed him exactly three orgasms. Those three magnificent occasions always had him hoping for another. In his desperation it was easy to tell by his twitching and moaning when to pull her hand back to avoid an accidental eruption.
On this particular Saturday afternoon, Miss Molly tugged the straps so tightly that his arms and legs were painfully stretched. As usual, She forced a ball gag into his mouth so he couldn't beg for release.
She set the bowl of steaming water on the table and leaned over him, smiling. Using the special key that dangled from Her necklace, She began to remove the special bolts that held his penis tightly compressed in gleaming chrome.
"If you can behave yourself during your washing, I might have a special treat for you today," She taunted, tightening the sash of Her bathrobe about Her waist.
allan trembled in excitement. Could it be? Was She going to let him have an orgasm? He couldn't even remember how long it had been. She was probably just being cruel. Every week the washing ritual was such a tease! He moaned behind the gag.
Miss Molly set down the bolts and gently pulled on his caged member. She eased the smooth steel back and forth and it slid off. With expert fingers, she pushed his beyond-blue balls through the ring base that normally held the cage in place. He groaned in pain as his swollen testicles were compressed to fit through the tight steel ring. He was already swelling in anticipation as She set the cage and ring next to his head where he could see them.
She pulled a coarse dish rag from the steaming bowl and squirted liquid cleanser over it. His poor cock had dark troughs incised into the flesh where the steel bars had pressed deeply into it all week. he was almost fully erect as Miss Molly wiped the soapy rag up and down the shaft. allan groaned and arched his back, pushing up into the rough cloth.
"No! Remember I told you to be good if you want your treat," She chided.
She began to scrub in earnest, around his knob, down the shaft, and vigorously around each of his balls. She used Her other hand to tightly hold his parts while using the abrasive cloth to scrape away any accumulated filth, real or imaginary.
After all that time in chastity, even the intense friction felt heavenly. allan closed his eyes and tried not to hump Her hands. He knew from long experience that if he gave in and enjoyed the stroking too much She would simply pull away, and the lovely slippery warmth would too soon be replaced by the icy blast of the hose.
Miss Molly was humming a little tune as She scrubbed his genitals. She concentrated most of Her up-and-down motions on the shaft and base of his cock.
For a moment, She gripped the super sensitive knob with Her free hand and grabbed his hairless balls hard with the cloth. It was cruel bliss to watch him thrash in pain as She roughly scrubbed the scrotum even as Her slippery soapy hand drove him wild polishing the knob.
She well knew how to bring him to the edge while abusing his balls and deny his building climax. She alternated intense stimulation of the shaft and head with painful torment, dropping him and pulling Her hands away just before he reached the point of no return. Over and over she teased his body and soul to the edge of release only to deny him.
After half an hour of tease and denial with the abrasive dishrag, his poor genitals were red and raw. The intense scrubbing hadn't broken the skin but his cock and blue balls were mottled all over with little rosy specks of mild injury.
Finally, She put the cleaning supplies down and turned on the dreaded hose. Mercilessly, She sprayed the frigid water down allan's belly and into his crotch. he thrashed as much as his tight bonds would allow, but she sprayed the water relentlessly between his legs, rinsing off all the soap. She didn't stop blasting his nads until his rampant erection shriveled in the cold.
The poor slave lay shivering on the metal table.
"All nice and clean! And you were pretty good after all. Ready for a treat?" She teased.
allan looked at Her suspiciously, seeking some kind of clue in Her expression. He nodded tentatively.
Miss Molly grabbed his genitals hard with a towel and dried him roughly and thoroughly. She was amused to feel his cock already beginning to swell up again as She squeezed and rubbed.
She held up a small bottle so he could see it.
"This is peppermint oil," She explained. "It'll make you smell great!"
She began to pull on latex gloves, stretching them carefully over Her lovely hands.
"I need to protect my hands," She continued, "because the concentrated oil is a dangerous skin irritant." She shivered in mock horror. "Do you have any idea how many nerve endings there are in My fingertips?"
She snapped the gloves tightly around Her wrists.
She poured a puddle of thick peppermint concentrate into Her latex-sheathed hand. Then She rubbed Her palms together, spreading the oil generously over both hands and rubbing it between Her fingers. The cold sharp odor of pungent peppermint filled the cellar around them. allan could feel the mint permeating his sinuses from two feet away.
She leaned over the captive slave's crotch and grabbed his genitals with both hands, spreading the oil all over his cock and balls. She used Her palms to apply the oil and then grasped his limp dick firmly in one hand while wrapping his balls with the other. She pulled his freshly scrubbed flesh this way and that, leaving no skin untouched by the concentrated oil.
allan's cock felt intensely cold as the pungent oil penetrated his pores. Miss Molly grasped the shaft with one hand and began pumping while She used the other hand to pour a generous stream of additional oil down onto the head.
