Back home, I had a troubled night, my mind buzzing from recalling the powerful climax that I had delivered to Laura. Just thinking about it again caused my entrapped penis to swell, resulting in pain. Then, when I did eventually drift off to sleep, I was awoken in the early hours by my morning glory struggling inside my cage, forcing me to get out of bed and take a cold shower to dampen my ardour. How was I going to cope with this on a long-term basis, which was what Laura had in mind?
It was a couple of days before I heard again from her, and my frustration was growing. The message took the form of summons to present myself at her flat at 6 PM that evening. I hoped that she would be seeking oral sex again and that I would be rewarded with a hand job.
As soon as I was inside her flat, after the briefest of greetings, she ordered me strip naked, and she then performed an inspection of my body.
"You're developing a bit of a paunch," she decided. I looked down and she was right. "And your arm muscles look puny. We need to get you to the gym more often, don't we?"
"Yes, Miss," I agreed, trying to disguise my resentment at the prospect of being forced to exercise.
Laura then turned her attention to my chastity device, pulling it and testing the security of the padlock. "No problems?" she enquired, with a suppressed smile.
"My willy hasn't got used to it yet, Miss, and still thinks it can become erect." I tried to make light of my predicament because I didn't want her to think I was complaining.
"Too bad, but it will soon learn, I'm sure." She paused, then furrowed her brow and stared at me, adding, "You weren't thinking of giving up, were you?" She made it sound as if I had a choice--and, of course, I suppose I did have a choice. But, no, I didn't want to give up, at least not yet.
"No, Miss. As you've told me, it's for my own benefit. Masturbating is not good for me."
"Exactly! Besides, we're both making sacrifices, aren't we?" Were we? She noticed my puzzled countenance. "Don't you know how much I long to have you inside me, sweetheart, your penis pumping away like a piston in a racing car, stimulating me, exciting me, making passionate love to me?" she asked, incredulously.
I knew Laura was teasing me, and, not for the first time, she was expressing herself disingenuously. Nonetheless, what she was saying excited me and my penis was swelling at the thought of it penetrating her, causing a painful grimace.
She picked up on my facial expression and gave me a coy grin. "We both need to learn self-control, poppet. No pain, no gain! Your mother must have told you that. But we can still have some fun, so follow me."
I did and, for the first time, I entered her bedroom. She had a double bed with a metal rail headboard and footboard. The duvet had been removed, revealing the bottom sheet. But what caught my eyes were the leather restraints attached to each corner of the bed. I felt a combination of excitement and nervousness, which increased when she ordered me to lie, face up, on the bed.
I trusted her, so I put up no resistance as I fell back and spread my arms and legs in anticipation of being restrained. Deftly, she secured me in position and a couple of subtle tugs confirmed to me that escape was impossible.
She had said nothing, but stood to the side of the bed, where she could be clearly seen. She was dressed in tight blue jeans, which accentuated her pert bottom, and a sheer cream shirt through which I glimpsed the outline of her bra. Effortlessly, she kicked off her shoes.
Then, flirtatiously, she licked her lips and then proceeded to undo the top two buttons of her blouse, pulling the garment apart to reveal the top of her pristine white bra, delicately edged in lace. She proceeded to slowly and seductively undo the remaining buttons, revealing more of her breasts. Finally, all buttons undone, she slipped the top off, revealing her bra in its entirety, firmly cupping her shapely boobs.
Then, gazing at me and pouting her lips, she undid the top button of her jeans, and began to gradually lower the zip until the top of the matching lace of her white panties came into view. By now my mouth was watering but my penis was struggling to contain its excitement. She paused for a few seconds for me to take in the scene and then pulled the zip all the way down and wriggled out of her jeans.
Standing in front of me, dressed only in her bra and what transpired to be a skimpy thong, she wiggled her boobs and swayed her hips, all the time looking into my eyes. Then she reached behind and dexterously freed herself from her bra, waggling her bare breasts. Her final act was to plunge her hand into her knickers to probe her sex. Removing her fingers, which glistened with wetness, she leaned over the bed and placed a couple of fingers near my lips.
I could smell her arousal, and I desperately wanted to taste it. I tried to lever myself up to get closer to her fingers, but she taunted me by moving them away. And then, her little game played, she allowed me to suck them. I was in heaven.
She had got me very worked up and she was also extremely excited. Waiting not a second longer, she tore off her panties and athletically sprang onto the bed, straddling my body so that she was looking at the headboard. Predictably, she lowered herself so that her vulva covered my face.
I knew what I had to do, and I set to work, my lips and tongue exploring her labia and vagina, tasting her divine nectar, which flowed freely into my mouth, aided by gravity. Soon I was toying with her clitoris, causing her to squirm and moan in delight. In her growing excitement, she found it difficult to keep still, but she always wished to remain in contact with her. Sometimes she pressed down on me and other times she lifted herself up a little, forcing me to reach up to keep the stimulation going. I pleasured her to the best of my ability and it was self-evident that she was enjoying the attention. It didn't take long before her moaning became louder, before morphing into expletives. Then, suddenly, she screamed out as a thunderous orgasm wracked her body. I thought I was going to suffocate as she rode me through her climax.
Exhausted, I had completed my task and I felt that I had serviced her well. I just had to hope that she also thought I had met her expectations, and she had not been disappointed.
After sitting on my face for a couple of minutes to regain her composure, she levered herself off. Nothing was said, but her verdict on my performance was delivered when I saw her reach into the drawer of her bedside table and extract a key. It was for my chastity device and, seconds later, she had undone the lock and was yanking the cage off from its swollen inhabitant.
Instantly, my organ stood rigidly to attention. I could see it from my prone position and it was glistening in precum. She noticed as well, and gave me a grin before unwrapping a condom and gently pulling it over my erection. "We don't want a mess on the ceiling, do we?" she explained, giggling.
The condom in place, she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and seductively stroked it up and down, touching the sensitive glans as she went. Despite the desensitising effect of the thin latex, I was very soon on edge. She knew how to tease, and she expertly gauged how close I was to coming. Time and time again, she brought me almost to the point of no return before loosening her hold, leaving me thrusting against the frictionless air. Then she would again rub her fingers sensually along the length of my erection, pausing at the glans to entice me to come, before again backing off.
I was desperate to empty myself of my load and I began to wonder if she was just teasing and wouldn't permit me to climax. But I was wrong. After many minutes of playing with me, she applied exactly the right pressure, at exactly the right place, for exactly the right length of time for me to reach the point where ejaculation was a certainty. She continued to massage me as I experienced one of the most powerful climaxes of my life. Semen explosively spurted out like lava from a volcano, pulsating into the end of the condom, stretching it, and pushing back on my glans, almost back into my urethra.
Even as my ejaculation was nearing completion, she continued to fondle my now ultra-sensitised glans, massaging me so that I was drained of the last drop of jism. It was an amazing sensation, and she had been correct when she had previously told me that she did a good hand job.
After taking a couple of minutes to recover, I saw that my penis was beginning to go limp, and the weight of semen at the end of the condom was dragging it down. Laura carefully peeled off the protection, not losing a drop, and commenting, "We can't let this go to waste, can we?"
A wave a nausea passed through me on hearing those words because I knew exactly what she was expecting. "Have you tasted spunk before, Stevie?" she asked.
"Oh God, no, Miss. I'm sure it would make me throw up. Please don't make me drink it. It'll make me ill." I was gripped with a sense of terror at what lay in store.
