I moaned, squirmed and convulsed as the vibrator tied to my cock suddenly kicked into a higher speed. It stayed at that speed for a few about a minute before it slowed down to a slow pace slowly tormenting me to madness. After a few minutes it stopped completely and I relaxed. Well relax is an overstatement. I don't think anyone suspended from the ceiling of a tiny closet with an anal hook could truly relax.
But I was grateful for the break from that cruel vibrator. At least I could think clearly now. And all I could think of was of my beautiful goddess Lina fucking some guy she brought home from the club. It was some new guy everyday. She liked it that way. And to be honest I liked it that way as well. It reinforced my belief that all these relations were purely physical for her. But my relation with her was so much more. She was my goddess and I was her faithful slave. And I wouldn't give it up for anything.
Thankfully the closet was close to soundproof and I couldn't hear them in the bedroom at all. It must have been at least an hour since they started. I hoped that it would get over soon and Lina would come to release me from this cruel bondage. My toes were barely touching the ground and supporting my whole weight on the toes was getting more painful with every passing minute. My hands were pulled behind by an armbinder and I was gagged by a big ball gag. Everything was hurting now but it was nothing new. For the last 5 months this was almost a daily affair. She kept improving it though finding more ways to add on to my pain and suffering. There would usually be unforgiving nipple clamps on me. But thankfully she took mercy on me today.
The vibrator suddenly started again going at a slow teasing speed and I started moaning again. I looked down and saw that I was dripping precum almost continuously now. A small puddle was forming directly below my cock on the floor. After about 5 minutes that felt like an eternity I heard the handle turning and I turned my head to see my gorgeous goddess standing at the door smiling at me. She was wearing a purple satin night gown that made me squirm with desire. Even after almost a year of being with her, the sight of her still filled me with lust and longing desire. Maybe the fact that I had not had an orgasm in 6 months was also a reason.
I looked at her with pleading eyes and my eyes suddenly welled with tears. I felt useless pathetic and helpless in her presence and crying felt so natural. It was my way of showing her how devoted I am to her as well as how broken I felt
"Oh, poor baby. Don't cry. Mommy is here to release you from that hook," she said smiling lovingly at me. She called herself mommy mostly when she was in a pleasant and kind mood. That was good news for me.
She took out her mobile and pressed a few keys and the vibrator stopped.
