Crazy Eyes

Paula had told me that our next session would start in an hour. However, we had both fallen asleep and we had both been worn out from our sex encounter. I woke up before Paula. I was still wiped out. Even though I was sleeping I was having dreams about sex. My mind was racing. Paula was like nothing I have ever seen. I had heard about nymphomaniacs and people addicted to sex. I had never met one before. I had always imagined them to look weird or act like a tweaker. Instead, I had found Paula, the most sexual being I had ever come across. I could not image anyone could be that sexual.

I had begun to notice a pattern with her. Every time I came, she gobbled down my cum and licked my shaft totally clean. She also seemed to be very dominant, yet she always wanted me to have as much pleasure as she did. She was so complex. Paula was absolutely gorgeous. You could bounce a quarter off her body. She could have deep conversations and was brilliant. If you did not know her, you would think she was just a normal woman with a normal sex drive. She was the complete package. However, her crazy light blue eyes and her devilish smile revealed that there was just something special about her.

When we first met, I thought for sure that she was married or had a very steady boyfriend. When she told me she was single, I really did not believe her. Then, she said that the men she had been with were afraid of her. That simply made no sense until now. As I lay there staring at her beauty, I thought back to the first night we were together. Every guy I know would love to eat her pussy for hours. I certainly enjoyed it. However, when she grabbed my head and held me tight and filled my mouth with her warm piss, that just astonished me. I had never had or even known a woman that had done that.

If she had done that to her other lovers, I bet many of them would freak out. Also, her boldness turned me on but I am sure that many men would not feel comfortable not being in charge. The prostate massage was probably something many men felt uncomfortable about. If any of them had made it into her dungeon and been tied to the cross, that was probably the breaking point. The poor girl was very sexual and just wanted to play and no one would be her friend.

I decided to get up. I gently and silently slid my way off the bed and slinked my way out of the bedroom. I went to the guest bathroom and tried to pee. My poor penis looked rough. In the last twelve hours it had more action than it had had in an entire month. My balls ached like I had been kicked between the legs. All I wanted to do was to take a short break but I knew as soon as Paula woke up, she would be horny again and want me to cum.

I finished in the bathroom and made my way down the hallway. The door to Paula's playroom was still open from earlier. I walked in and decided to look around. Once my eyes adjusted to the dim light I found all kinds of interesting things. I had already been on the cross, the bench and the bed. There were hooks and D-rings on the walls and ceiling, which I assumed she would attach ropes or restraints. Near the far wall was what looked like a leather saddle type object. I walked over to get a better look. It had a long wire attached and at the end of the wire was a control box. I pressed the "on" button and turned some of the dials. The object began to vibrate. At first the vibrations were soft and low, but as I turned the dial the vibrations became downright earth shattering. There was a name on it that said Sybian. It was something for her to ride and get off on.

There was a cabinet against the far wall. I opened the door. There were drawers full of things. In one drawer were dozens of different dildos. Some looked real while others were strange shaped. She even had one that looked like a horse cock. Another drawer had ten different vibrators. The next was full of very sexy clothes and dominatrix boots and heels. There was a small drawer up top that seemed too small for sex toys. I opened it. To my surprise there were three chastity cages of varying sizes. I had seen them online before but had never seen one in person. I grabbed one and inspected it. It was made of stainless steel and was heavy. It had a ring and a cage that was attached and locked with what looked like a brass shaft.

As I admired the cage, I suddenly felt two small hands around my waist. I jumped as if I was a kid caught with my hand in the cookie jar. Paula remained behind me and pulled her warm naked body against me. She reached her hands up to mine and asked me if I liked the cage. I told her I had never held one before and I was just looking at it. Paula told me to turn around. She told me to hand her the cage, then got on her knees. She looked up at me and said that she had planned to play a different game this morning, however, because I was sneaking around in her toy box, I needed to be punished. My very sore penis began to stir. Paula, saw it growing and responded with, no, no, no, no erections for you little man, your owner has been a bad boy.

Paula unlocked the cage and slipped my balls through the ring quickly. She manhandled my penis through the ring also, then grabbed some lube and lubed up my still stirring penis. She then wiggled the cage onto my cock and pressed the cage towards the ring until the guide on the cage slid into the guide on the ring. Paula slid the brass rod onto the receiver on the guide and locked it. She reached into her toy cabinet and took out a small metal box. She placed the key in the box and closed the lid. She pressed a few buttons on the lid, then looked skyward as if to get a message from above and said aloud, "Let's do 24 hours. Yah, that sounds good." She typed in 24 hours and pressed the timer on the lock, then placed the box back into the cabinet.

Paula reached into her sexy clothes drawer and took out what looked like a short skirt made of leather. She wrapped it around my waist, covering my genitals and butt. She stepped back and reviewed her work and seemed very pleased. "Make me some breakfast, boy." Paula pointed out the door and towards the kitchen. I instinctively looked down and said, "yes ma'am." I made my way to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. It was well stocked. I removed some items and began to cook Paula breakfast. As I did, I could feel my penis straining against the steel prison it was in. No woman had ever controlled my cock before. It was a bit humiliating but I found it so very hot.

As I finished cooking, I called Paula. She came into the kitchen wearing a tight white sports bra, a white thong that left nothing to the imagination and little white ankle socks. My caged little man jumped at the sight of her. My penis desperately tried to grow but was thwarted. I bit my lip and said, "fuck!" Paula laughed and told me to serve her breakfast. I put her plate down in front of her, then put my plate across from her. She looked up at me and asked me who gave me permission to eat. Again, I instinctively looked down and said that no one had. Paula told me to stand next to her and watch her eat. I did as she commanded. As her cup of coffee became close to empty, she just looked up at me, then back down at it as if to say I had not pleased her. I ran to the kitchen and poured her another cup, then dutifully returned to her side. She took her time eating, then asked me if I was hungry.

I told her that I was and she said she would give me one minute to eat my breakfast. If I were not finished in a minute, she would punish me with another 24 hours locked in my cage. In a split second, I was devouring my breakfast. I finished in exactly a minute. Paula looked pleased and told me to go wash the dishes and put them away. I collected all the dirty dishes and brought them to the sink. As I began to wash them, Paula came up behind me and placed her arms under mine. She ran her hands across my chest and caressed my nipples. She pulled her body against mine and ran her breasts across my back. She was trying her best to distract me.

Soon, I felt soft kisses down my back. Paulas lips continued down until she reached my leather covered butt. Paula lifted the leather skirt and kissed my butt cheeks, then stuck her tongue into my ass crack. I dropped the bowl that I was washing into the sink. She reached her hand between my legs and began to massage my aching balls. She asked me if I wanted to fuck her. I responded that I desperately wanted to fuck her brains out. She giggled, then said that it was too bad I had been snooping because she was ready to have sex again. Paula stood up and spun me around. She bent over and lifted my leather skirt and picked up my caged penis and spoke directly to it. She said, "You poor little man, you could be inside me right now but your owner is a bad boy. Maybe you and I can have some fun later without him." Paula then stood up, and told me to finish my chores, then walked out of the kitchen. My mind was about to explode.