I summon you to stand in front of Me for your monthly up close and uncomfortable inspection. I make you remove the torture device I have you wear, though you take it off with ease now. After all you have to remove it twice daily for those mandatory morning and before bed wanks… not to satisfaction of course but just until the edge then stop. To My satisfaction.
The skin shows some signs of drying from where you have had to douse with bags of ice in order to get back into the chastity cage. I will kindly add plenty of moisturising cream to your twice daily rides to the edge for Me next time. That’s how thoughtful a Mistress I am.
You stand with your head down, blushing as ever, naked and goosepimpled in the tiled bathroom. I like inspecting you in this way, so thoroughly but so clinical. The only intimacy is the complete invasion of your senses. I trample joyfully over your pride and self respect and devour your masculinity as if it were nothing more than a biscuit with My morning tea.
At first, My leather gloved hand roves over your body. Tweaking pierced nipples with the little pink rings I’ve had installed in you for many years now. I remember how you hated how they showed underneath your work shirt. That’s why I insisted you cover them up under work clothes. With a lovely lacy bra.
The pinching makes you emit the smallest whine, but your cock rises from where it is already horizontal to even more of a salute. I tut. You know you are to stay silent through this entire procedure.
I carefully, finger by finger, remove the glove. I let it fall to the floor. You will carry it back to Me later, between your teeth as you crawl back to My heel.
Curved, manicured red talons are revealed and gleam under the harsh bathroom light. You shudder and I smile. Yes, you know what’s coming, don’t you My sweet.
My nails travel over your stomach and tease you for a moment, before the lightest, briefest enclosure of My hand enveloping your shaft, for only one pulse’s worth, then I move My hand away. It is all you can do to remain upright.
I can tell you’ve been good this month. You’re biting your cheek with need. I like that.
My hand finally comes round to cup your painfully heavy and tight balls. So full. Let’s see how full. I squeeze first gently, then firmer, to decidedly painful. My nails press against the waxed smooth skin there, the smoothness only highlighting the veins and weight.
I press still further, pushing you, pressing deep into you, so you feel I will break the surface of the skin any moment. My grip twisting slightly where I have you pinned, adding that delicious pain.
I stare at you til you dare look at Me. You know I love to see your expression. Your face would be blank to anyone else but I know you so well, I can see the tell-tale signs of you nearing that limit. Cheeks sucked in, lips chewed from the inside, turmoil behind the eyes, struggling to remain silent…
I bend at the waist, still holding on with a vice like grip. I lightly blow on the now uncovered, shiny tip of that desperate, denied cock. It failed last month too, so that’s two months without release now, just daily torture.
Then I hear it.
I tut again and straighten, My eyes gleaming with victory as they meet yours once again. Yours now have tears in them, about to fall and flow freely.
“That’s another fail, slut. You know the penalty for not keeping silent.”
I hand you back the chastity cage, leaving you a naked, sobbing mess on the floor.
The click-clack of My heels on the tiled floor as I leave disintegrates your last remnants of any hope for release this month.