Sprite

"You may remove one bottle of sprite from the freezer, who knows, maybe you will get lucky tonight."

I would need a lot of luck, quickly calculating that there was only a 5% chance the bottle chosen would contain the key. For that reason, there was no hope on my part, and I was mentally prepared for my normal routine.

For all I knew, none of them contained the key to my locked up manhood, she was that sadistic, and I put nothing past her.

One moment I was regretting this decision and the next I was swelling with excitement. It had been 3 weeks since she carefully and methodically placed "the curve" on me, and then clicked the lock into place. My heart had immediately sank into my stomach realizing this was the final nail to her "owning" me, and from now on it was all about her pleasure, never mine.

"Hurry up, I need a foot massage, and bring me a glass of water, three ice cubes," I heard her say from the bedroom. "And put on your panties, the black lacy ones, nothing else."

I quickly obeyed, and was rubbing and kissing her feet as she stretched out on the bed, wearing nothing but a sexy little thong.

Soon I was working my way up to the promise land, eager to taste that honey, so addictive, longing so bad to be deep inside her again.

"May I lick you, darling?" "No, not tonight, I'm feeling tired."

"I'd rather whip you, and then sleep, so why don't you bring me a switch."

Hmmm, she's behaving like she knows there is no way the key could be in the bottle I had chosen to take out of the freezer.

"And I want a good one, from the tree in the front yard, not a bush."

Well that's great, she's serious now about giving me a whipping that she knows I can't stand. I quickly make my way out the front door and under the tree, searching for a fresh limb and getting back inside before a car drives by.

"Lie down," she says firmly after handing her the switch. She swishes it through the air, approving of my choice, and then stings me across my ass. I can handle the first few, but then it gets too much.

"Turn back around, now!" "Please, not so hard," wishing she would just gag me and tie me down.

At the point the lashes are becoming unbearable, she is just getting into it, climbing on my back to hold me down and wearing me out really good. I'm begging her to stop, not able to cry, and she enjoys it more and more with each lick, now coming faster and faster.

"Please stop, I'm begging you!," unable to repeat my performance from a month ago, when I was rock hard as the whipping came harder and faster, until I finally came so strong, flooding my white Calvin Klein underwear, her favorite for me to wear, at least at the time.

And then I will never forget her words seconds later, "Clean up your mess."

The excitement left me immediately, and with total humiliation and all the will power I could muster, I quietly rolled over onto my back, slowly slid my underwear down and off, turning it inside out in the process, and then holding the crotch over my face, the strong aroma in the air, I began to slowly lick my come.

She loved this, perhaps more than anything else, involving me. I could sense the pleasure it was giving her, so I sucked it clean, ever so slightly becoming turned on by it.

So many times I had promised to "eat" everything in the heat of the moment, only changing my mind immediately afterwards.

And only a few times had she held me to my promise, all stored in my memory. The only other time this year she held me to my word I was stroking myself as she whipped my balls with a small switch, the pain not too much, actually pleasurable, and she quickly fed me her coated fingers one by one as soon as I came, still warm and sweet from the nettle tea I had earlier that afternoon.

She had so many creative ideas for me to fill this desire for her, but now my chances are gone, locked up perhaps for a very long time. I'm filled with excitement and fear that my next opportunity to "clean up my mess" will come (no pun intended) soon enough.

She will take me from behind, with her new phallus, strapped tightly, burying every inch deep inside me, my caged manhood drooling a steady stream as my prostate is slowly emptied. And I should quickly lick up every drop, whether it be on the sheets, on the floor, or my soaked panties.

Finally the harsh whipping has stopped, or at least harsh by my definition, but nothing that will still show tomorrow. She gives in and lets me lick her, so sweet, mmmm, so good, I'm so in love with this woman!

And then to my amazement, she rolls me over and produces a key, quickly unlocking me, consuming me with her mouth, my muscle of love almost forgetting how to grow hard and strong.

We make love for over 2 hours, in every position, sometimes rough, sometimes slow, all so good. And when she finally tells me to come, I do, and then without hesitation, I fulfill her desire.