Amy checked the cuffs on Sam's wrists to make sure that they were tightly secured to metal rings that were bolted to the floor in their playroom, then she inspected the cuffs on his ankles.
Smiling she grabbed the cage that held his cock and playfully shook it back and forth.
"Remember last week when I let you out of your cage for a whole day? Do you?"
"Yes my Queen." Sam felt his cock begin to swell.
"And what did you do when I let you out?"
Sam thought for a moment and went with a safe answer. "I thanked you, my Queen."
Amy gasped and slapped his balls.
"You thanked me!?!" Amy took Sam's balls in her hand and squeezed.
"YOU masturbated!" She felt her pussy warm at the look of fear in his eyes.
"Silly slut, you tried to hide a soiled rag in the laundry. But I found it." Amy walked out of Sam's view and returned with the rag.
"Open your mouth." Sam obeyed and Amy pushed the rag with the dried crust of old cum into his mouth.
The rag tasted a little musty, but not like cum. Maybe this is what dried week-old cum tasted like. Sam didn't know though, all the cum that Amy has fed him over the last 6 months had been fresh and either right from one of her lover's cocks or dripping from her pussy. The rag began to dry out his mouth, which was the worst part about being gagged with a cloth. His cock swelled when he thought of the time she gagged him with a pair of her athletic socks and gave him an hour long cock torture session. After she removed the socks from his mouth, she first spit in his open mouth and when that didn't seem to do the trick she squatted above him and peed. He wondered if today she was going to do the same.
His thoughts of how she was going to give him relief from his future dry mouth was interrupted when he felt her unfasten the lock to the cage and remove it.
His cock immediately swelled and started to point upward.
"Oh my, someone is happy to be out of their cage and it has only been a week." Amy teased the head of Sam's cock with her finger nails.
"Thank you, my Queen." Sam tried to say through the rag as the electricity of pleasure raced from this cock to the rest of his body.
Amy pinched the head with her fingers nails.
"You were very bad to masturbate and I think you have a problem with it. It has me worried." Amy said in a mocking voice of concern. "I have been reading up on some different types of therapies that might help with your self-pleasuring issue." Amy stood up and walked out of the room. Returning shortly, she sat something down beside his head where he couldn't see, but could hear a distinct buzzing sound.
"First I thought I'd super glue your little penis hole closed, but decided that would cause an issue with you peeing, and you know that I do love you and would not do something so cruel." Amy felt her heart beat faster and her pussy's wetness begin to soak through her panties.
"So I decided on something better!" with a laugh she picked up what was sitting near his head.
"Bee sting therapy!" She announced with as much enthusiasm as if she had told him she bought tickets to an island vacation.
Sam's mind did not comprehend what she said, bee sting therapy? What is bee sting therapy? As he stared up at his Queen, it slowly dawned on him what she meant to do. His cock reacted and quickly went limp and started to shrivel.
"Oh look." Amy laughed. "It is working already!"
Sam began to violently shake his head no, but that only made Amy admonish him and inform him that it is for his own good.
Sam tried to push the rag out of his mouth so he could beg her not to do this thing to his cock but he stopped when she glared at him and shook her head no.
"I got this special bag, see, it has an opening with a drawstring on the end, which will go around the base of your cock and balls. The other end is threaded so I can fasten it to the jar."
Sam looked at her pleadingly and Amy gave a sad concerned look back. "I know, your penis is small so it will hurt. But it is for your own good."
Smiling she patted him on the head, "Don't worry, after your little penis is properly stung we will go to the emergency room and you WILL explain to the nurse why your little penis is now a big swollen penis."
With that said, Sam felt his heart sink and he gave a shiver as Amy fastened the bag around his balls and cock.
Amy carefully unscrewed the lid from the jar and quickly screwed the jar to the threaded part of the bag.
"Ready?" she shook the jar to get the bees angry and down into the bag.
Fire shot from Sam's cock all the way into his brain and he let out a scream that was barely muffled by the rag.
"OMG, that must have hurt!" Amy exclaimed. She quickly rose, reached under her skirt and pulled her panties off.
Removing the rag from Sam's mouth, she lowered her pussy onto his face.
Giving the bag a shake to agitate the bees more, she watched with sadistic delight as one landed on the head of his cock and another on his balls. His cries into her pussy was better than any vibrator or cock she had ever felt. Her pussy filled his mouth with her cream as an orgasm raked through her body. Shivering with delight she whispered, "Don't worry baby, these are honey bees so they only can sting once. There is one left and then your therapy will be almost complete."
Rocking back and forth on his face she brought herself to another orgasm.
His tongue gently lapped at the juices that ran slick from her pussy.
As the last bee stung the side of his cock he let out a weak whimper. His cock and balls felt on fire and were starting to itch.
Amy shivered one more time and climbed off his face. Sam looked up to see her face relaxed and smiling. "OMG, that was awesome!" Looking him in the eyes she smiled. "We might have to do this again, I can't remember when you made me cum so hard."
