It had once again been over a week since our last scene. With all the coronavirus craziness, most of our attention had gone into arranging online activities for our son or ordering grocery delivery, and we simply hadn't had time or energy to play.
That day was a Sunday. I had been the first one in the house to wake up, as I usually am. After hitting the bathroom and grabbing a quick breakfast, I thought about what to do until everyone else woke up. I realized that I was really horny, which wasn't surprising, given how long it had been since I'd cum. We'd proven in our last scene that I could cum in my cage if I'd really put my mind to it, but I knew that I wasn't allowed. But I couldn't resist spending the time reading stories on Literotica.
I found a hot BDSM story and settled in to read. As the story progressed, I got more and more turned on. My cock started trying to get hard. I could feel the cage pressing in around it on all sides, preventing me from getting a full erection, but my cock wasn't getting the message. Finally, it was straining against its cage, my flesh bulging out between the bars.
But even worse than the inability to get fully hard was the pressure in my balls. I couldn't remember the last time they ached this much! I really should have known better than to read erotica, given that it had been so long since I'd cum and that I knew I wasn't going to be able to take care of it now. All I'd accomplished was to give myself a bad case of blue balls!
It had been dawning on me recently that my masochistic streak seems to run much more deeply than I'd ever suspected, and this morning was just the latest example of that. I was already in pain and really needing to cum, but instead of stopping, I kept going, keeping myself turned on and close to the edge.
When my son woke up, I brought him downstairs and got him playing with some toys, and then I went right back to it. Luckily, he had no idea what I was reading!
By the time my wife woke up, I was incredibly horny, and the ache in my balls was intense and painful.
"Good morning," she said, coming downstairs and sitting next to me on the couch.
"Good morning, my love."
"How are you this morning?"
"Honestly, I'm pretty horny. It's been a while since our last scene."
"I know. We'll have another one soon, probably tonight. Do you think you can wait that long?"
"I don't know. I was so horny this morning that I was reading some stories, and I've given myself blue balls. It really hurts!"
She laughed at me softly. "That wasn't very bright of you."
"I know. It's just been so long."
She tilted her head and looked at me consideringly. "Do you need me to take care of that for you?"
I was really hurting, but I knew it was her choice whether or not I would cum. "It's up to you. You know that."
"Hmmm," she said. "Let's see how bad it is."
She grabbed one of our throw-blankets and draped it over our laps, so that our son couldn't see what she was doing. Then she reached down and caressed my caged cock through my pants. I moaned, partly from appreciating her touch and partly from the renewed pain of increased arousal.
"Do you like it when I touch you?"
"God, yes, Mistress. But I so need relief," I whined softly.
"Poor baby," she said, with partially sarcastic sympathy. "Are you in pain?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Do you think you can hold out until tonight, or do you need me to take care of you now?"
I desperately wanted to cum, but I also wanted to obey her. "I... I'm not sure, Mistress. If you want me to wait, I will do that for you. My orgasms belong to you."
"I know they do," she said, satisfaction in her voice.
She pulled back my waistband and moved her hand inside of my pants and underwear to touch my cock more directly through the bars of its cage. I moaned again, still conflicted between arousal and pain.
"I think I want you to cum in your cage again."
"Oh, god," I moaned. "You really liked doing that, didn't you?"
"Yeah, I did. But this time, you're going to do it." She pulled her hand out of my pants and looked straight at me. "And you're going to ruin it for me."
"Oh my god." I just stared at her for a moment, not able to believe what she was telling me to do. After a moment, it sunk in. "Should we go upstairs?"
"No. You're going to do it right here, right now."
"Oh god!" I closed my eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and then put my own hand inside of my pants to tease my cock through its cage. Even though it was my own touch, I was so turned on that the sensation surprised me, and I gasped quietly.
"That's my good boy. Rub that little cock for me and cum in your pants."
"Is that what you want to see, Mistress?" I asked, now jerking my cage back and forth over whatever small distance it was able to move on my cock, which was as erect as it was able to get in the cage. "You want to see me cum in my pants, like some horny teenager?"
"Yes, that's exactly what I want to see." She was looking at me so intently. I could tell she was enjoying my predicament. "I want you to cum in your pants like a little bitch."
I moaned and started squeezing my cock through the bars of its cage. "I love being your little bitch. I can't wait until you fuck my ass with your strap-on."
That reminded me that we were probably going to try pegging in our next scene. I hesitated briefly, knowing that the pegging would probably be more enjoyable if it had been longer since my last orgasm, but also feeling so desperate to not wait until our scene to relieve the pressure in my balls. "Are you sure you don't want to make me wait for our scene, Mistress?"
"Yes, I'm sure. I want to see you cum all over your pants like the slut you are."
I moaned again, completely forgetting about the idea of waiting until our scene to cum. "I love being slutty for you."
I started jerking the cage around my cock again, feeling myself getting closer. "I'm close, Mistress. May I cum for you?"
"Yes. But remember to ruin it for me."
That order put me over the edge. "Oh, god!" I cried, and my cock erupted. I immediately pulled my hand away from it, clenching my fist to keep it from moving back. I instinctively bucked my hips, wanting to feel some contact as I came. But I felt nothing except for the bars of my cage and a small bit of my underwear, which quickly became soaked with my cum.
"That's my good boy," Mistress cooed, stroking my chest as I came.
I whimpered, frustrated from not being able to fully enjoy my orgasm, but still glad that the pressure in my balls would now be able to recede. I leaned my head back and collapsed in exhaustion as Mistress stroked my forehead.
After giving me a few moments to recover, I lifted my head again and looked up at Mistress.
"Let's see how big of a mess you've made, shall we?" she asked, lifting the top of the blanket so that she could look down at my pants. The wet spot was huge.
"Mmmm, very nice. Do your balls feel better now?" she asked teasingly.
"They actually still hurt a little, but I think that's just left over from being on the edge for so long. They'll feel better in a little while."
"Good. Well, I guess you better go get cleaned up now."
"Yes, Mistress."
I went upstairs and showered, already looking forward to our next scene.
We hadn't actually had the energy for a scene that night, but we were able to have one the next night.
As I've mentioned before, it took me a while to accept my own desire for anal play, and it took me even longer to talk to my wife about it. But thankfully, she was very open to the idea, and that discussion, like so many others since we started down this D/s path, really brought us closer together. Opening up to someone and being vulnerable about such an intensely private desire is an incredibly bonding experience.
At this point, we were both looking forward to it. Neither of us were really sure how it would go; she wasn't sure if it would really do anything for her, and I wasn't sure that the pleasure would outweigh the pain for me. But we were both trying to stay relaxed about it and enter into it with an open mind.
It had been a month or so since our last anal play. But I had been using an anal dilator kit to prepare, keeping a dilator in for at least 30 minutes every day. By this point, I had worked my way up to the 1.5" diameter anal dilator, so I was pretty confident that I'd be able to take the small (¾" diameter) silicone dildo that we were going to start with.
I stripped, put on my collar, turned on the LED candles, and took out Mistress's strap-on harness, the lube, and a towel. We had placed the small dildo in the harness when she tried it on after we first got it, so it was all ready for use. Then I grabbed a pillow and kneeled on it waiting for Mistress.
She pulled off her clothes and her panties, leaving on just her sports bra. Then she pulled on the strap-on harness.
I watched her as she walked over to my side of the bed where I was kneeling. She stepped right in front of me, with her cock right in front of my face, and asked, "Do you want to suck my cock?"
This was a huge part of my fantasy. I was suddenly overwhelmed with a feeling of submission. I wanted to suck her cock more than anything, to show her what a slut I was for her. "Yes, Mistress!"
