Sunday morning began as every morning over the last month did. The light snapped on and Michael awoke- exhausted, deliriously horny and frazzled from his perpetually light sleep, his body pulling against the ankle and wrist cuffs securing him to the double bed as the vibrating butt plug finally stopped its relentless stimulation of his prostate. Ms. Choi removed the noise canceling headphones from Michael's head, unbuckled the penis gag and pulled the massive intrusion out with a pop. Michael gasped loudly, welcoming the rush of available air after a night of only being able to sip air through Ms. Choi's dank used panties covering his nose. Ms. Choi next removed her panties from over his head, revealing herself to Michael's sight. Today she wore her dark grey silk and lace babydoll that accentuated her cleavage and through which he could see her pink push-up bra and silken panties, balanced on six inch tall maribou trimmed red platform sandals. She stood over him, tall and Rubenesque. A powerful woman exuding dominance and sex. She smiled, but it was laced with the sadism of a woman who was in control and knew how to push his buttons.
His cock responded immediately at this vision of a goddess and pushed uselessly his cock cage. Ms. Choi traced around the stretch marks and buckle marks from the penis gag harness with her forefinger and slowly dragged her glossy silver nail down his chest, flicking one nipple then the other, smiling sinfully at his involuntary arching and groaning, then continuing her journey down to the panties that began this whole adventure. He watched her as she explored him, knowing that he would be punished if he looked away. Her finger slipped across the pink satin that was drenched in his precum, tapping gently against his fully swollen cage, revealing a sticky line of precum glistening and connecting her finger to his panty and caged wrapped aching cock.
Her expression changed to a false frown. "Oh, no. Pantyboy all wet and excited. Naughty. Naughty. Naughty. Pantyboy, " each word accentuated with an increasingly firm tap to the tip of the cage encased by wet panties. Her voice a whisper of fake surprise, "Why so excited? You a pervert. Pantyboy." Then wrapping her hand around his swollen balls, squeezing slowly, then firmly. His back arched, unable to escape her grip. She released his balls and retraced the fresh pulse of precum, gathering it on her fingernail and smiling brightly as she fed it between his lips. He knew his place and pursed his lips, sucking on her finger gently, tasting the salty sweet result of her demented teasing.
Her finger pushed harder into his mouth and he sucked it in. Ms. Choi whispered with arch sweetness, "How did pet sleep?" knowing full well the answer. Each night was one of glorious endless teasing and torture. Every night in the last month she strapped him in, plugged ass and mouth, endlessly looping porno sounds of sissies getting pounded in the ass by huge cocks played at high volume through the noise canceling headphones. The vibrations from the buttplug tracked the arousal of the actors in the tawdry sex scenes, intensifying with the sounds of their approaching orgasms and beginning slowly anew as the loop played around. In this time, he had not cum once- the perpetual arousal and lack of sleep leaving him frazzled, raw and completely malleable to her whims and desires. Michael was convinced that if he went another day without release from this torture, his mind would snap. She smiled and pulled her finger out of his mouth with a pop. "You good pet. Obedient. Work hard. Maybe you get reward."
Michael didn't dare believe her and watched in vain as her silver fingernails closed around his right nipple and pinched hard, his whimper muted by her left hand covering his mouth tightly. So it began anew...
It had all started a few months before with a simple question.
"How come I no see your wife?" Ms. Choi had asked Michael curtly as she placed the bag of his washed and folded laundry on the counter. Michael had been going to Choi's Cleaners once a week for a month since he started this consulting assignment in Seattle and was glad that he'd made it through the doors just before closing time.
"Ms. Choi, unfortunately I'm not married" Michael stammered out an answer.
"No girlfriend?" came the fast retort.
"Alas no..." Michael started to reply.
"You gay" Ms. Choi cut him off with her half statement, half question.
"No, I'm not...I just haven't met the right girl', Michael bristled, uncomfortable with the turn in the conversation from pleasantries to the too personal assumption from this woman whom he secretly worshipped.
