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The Long Wait Ch. 02

By: Sweet_P



When my Mistress first brought out the chastity device, I was very afraid.

I had begged her to fulfil my chastity fantasy months earlier, but she had never taken any action on it, save instructing me on the regularity of my masturbation - some weeks she would demand I masturbate several times a day. Other times, she would ban me from masturbating at all. I enjoyed these little games - especially since she demanded I report to her every small detail of my activities.

I was not afraid to wear the chastity device. Nor was I concerned about being deprived of orgasms - after all, that is what a chastity fantasy is all about. The truth be known, my Mistress's appetite for sex was insatiable. She liked me to fuck her as often as possible - several times whenever we had a session; she even liked to call me in the middle of the night, demand I come over and service her, then leave her alone to her peaceful sleep. Wearing a chastity device meant giving my Mistress all those good hard fucks was out of the question.

The first week I wore the device took some getting used to. It was made out of hard plastic. It was not an overly large device - designed to cover a flaccid cock with an additional ring to circle the scrotum. My Mistress had oiled my cock well, so my clammy dick never stuck to the insides of the casing. But at the end of that first week, my Mistress summoned me to a session, where she commanded I fully lick her cunt and trench out. It was of course my pleasure to perform this duty for my Mistress.

But I became very excited by this task because usually my Mistress would demand a sound fucking afterwards. As she banged her pelvis against my face, the juices from her cunt began to coat my lips and cheeks, and I felt my cock begin to grow hard within its prison. I had to concentrate! How could I give my Mistress all the pleasure she so desired, while taming my out of control cock? I had to do something before she pushed me away and saw how disobedient a slave I really was. As I lapped my tongue back and forth along her pussy lips, I thought of the Titanic. I imagined how cold it must have been when those people hit the water, and how if it had been me, my cock would have shrivelled until it was almost inverted. Slowly, my burning erection began to subside, and I was able to relax. I do not think my Mistress ever noticed how much I deserved a whipping that night.

By the end of the third week, I was quite accustomed to my restraint. My Mistress demanded an inspection, and I must say I was immensely proud to have met her approval in every way. I knew I was working my way towards the ultimate reward - my release and a good rocking orgasm.

But during week five, my pride in myself began to diminish and I felt a growing sense of desperation. My cock was trapped, and everywhere I turned I saw tits and arses that reminded me so much of my own Mistress's assets. On the bus I stood in the aisle, and two teenage girls forced their way past me to get to the door. My cock immediately began to rise and I began to feel very afraid that I could not control myself. As my dick hardened, I forced my mind to blank out. The skin crawled on my scalp and sweat broke out on my forehead. My cock remained semi-erect all the way to my stop and it wasn't until I arrived at my office and took a look at the morbidly obese mail clerk that delivered who delivered the morning mail, that I was able to calm myself down.

I made straight for the men's bathroom, rushing through the doors and diving into a stall. I clumsily unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants and dropped them to my ankles then leaned with one hand against the back of the door as I massaged my aching balls with the other hand. But this didn't help - my balls were as trapped as my cock was, and somehow, they had become hyper-sensitive. I stopped the pulsating movement of my hand and just held my balls gently. As I looked down at the chastity device that encased my cock, I saw several droplets of piss leak into the chamber. I turned and carefully shook my cock over the toilet bowl, but the drops did not move. I would have to flush the device out in the shower when I got home that night.

The following week - the sixth week of my deprivation, I could no longer go out. Everywhere I turned I found stimulus that would cause my cock to harden. I awaited in total desperation for a call from my Mistress. I had expected she would demand my presence at least, and I could show her how much I was in her thrall, how utterly I had become her obedient servant. But she left me alone, isolated, and without any chance of relief. It was then that I realised I served her as I had served no other Mistress. My adoration overflowed, my devotion was complete.

Imagine my elation five days later when she finally called and demanded I attend her at her apartment. I did not dare to hope that my release was imminent. I prepared myself by shaving around my entrapped genitals and oiling my skin with a musky scent.

I arrived at my Mistress's apartment and immediately went to her room where I stripped. I placed all my clothes neatly folded at the end of her bed, and kneeled on the floor, offering her my collar, hoping she would place it around my neck and attach it to her leash. But she told me to drop it, crawl forward, and beg her. Before I knew it, I was pleading with her like a distraught child.

"Please Mistress," I begged miserably. "Please release your obedient slave, I can bear it no longer." She offered me her stilettoed foot and my gratitude overflowed as she allowed me to lick the top of her shoe first, then the shiny black sole. I would have licked her entire shoe collection at that point, if I believed that was what it would take to earn my release. My pupils were dilated. I knew my cock was ready to spring to attention any second - an occurrence which I knew I must mask from my Mistress at all costs. I was so close to release now. All I could do was hope that I pleased her. Hope, and wait.

The Long Wait Ch. 03



At the end of week seven, she summoned him to her apartment. It was a Friday night. She thought she'd release him that night, but determined she would not to make her final decision until she saw him.

He arrived promptly at 7.00pm as she'd asked. She opened the door and let him in. He immediately went to her room, removed all of his clothes, then kneeled on the floor holding the collar she'd laid out for him on the end of the bed in his outstretched hands. She seated herself in the armchair facing the window and placed each stilettoed foot in front of the chair legs, spreading her thighs wide. She leaned forward, her crop in her right hand acting as a steadier. Her eyes inspected every inch of his body with great approval. This slave was her favourite.

"Put the collar down," she instructed. He dropped the collar to the floor in front of his knees. "Come here," she said. He rose to his feet, then stepped forward to stand directly in front of her, blocking the street light that had been shining through the bedroom window between the side of the curtains and the wall. "Lift," she said, and immediately he cupped his left hand around the chastity device, in which his penis was completely encased.

She could see the plastic had fogged even further from the urine that had spilled in the case and had not been properly flushed out. She drew a long breath through her nostrils, but could not detect the scent of piss.

"Put it down," she said quietly. He released his caged-cock and it fell against his scrotum, which was still caught up in the cock-ring she'd placed about it seven weeks previously - the second part of the device. She cradled his scrotum between the thumb and forefinger of her right hand, checking for chaffing under the plastic - she could clearly see a mark where the ring had left its imprint.

"Beg," she said in an enticing tone.

"Please Mistress," he began. "Please release your obedient slave." He knelt before her and began to lick the top of her stilettoed left foot, his peachy arse tilted attractively in the air behind him. She raised her shoe and allowed him to lick the sole too. "Please Mistress," he said as he licked, "I can't go on any longer. Please release me to do whatever you bid." He moved his mouth from her shoe to kiss her ankle through her fishnet stockings. Her heart began to swell with pride - she had never deprived him this long before. She was pleased by his endurance.

"Stand up," she said quietly, gently. He stopped kissing her ankle at once and stood to attention in front of her, his trapped cock inches from her face. "Feet," she said, and he immediately spread his feet three feet apart. "Hands," she continued, and he placed his hands behind his back. She reached down the front of her corset and took a small metal key from between her cleavage. She lovingly cupped his cock and balls with her left hand, inserted the key into the lock at the top of the device then turned it. The padlock sprang open - she unhooked it from the plastic loops, loosened the clear casing of the chastity device, then cracked it open to free his poor deprived dick. She placed a single kiss on its tip, and smirked to feel it twitch.

She discarded the cock case and turned her attention to the cock ring, which still held his scrotum trapped. She removed the connectors, eased the ring open then pulled it away. She felt his hand caress her hair, and she immediately brushed it away.

"Don't make a mistake now," she said quietly. He returned his hand to behind his back.

She rose from her armchair, wrapped her left arm around his shoulders and motioned for him to march into the bathroom. She pointed towards the tub and he stepped in. She turned the taps on and picked up the hand shower, steam beginning to rise from the water. Directing the jets at his groin, she lathered his newly-freed cock and balls with soap, massaging gently, washing away the remnants of baby oil and piss. Within seconds his cock sprang to attention. "Very good," she said, giving him the verbal approval he knew he needed to proceed. She directed the tiny needles of water at the head of his cock and turned the taps on harder. "Now," she said. Needing no further instruction from his Mistress, his hips jutted forward, his thigh muscles tensed, and cum burst forth from his cock as he cried, "Thank you, Mistress," in a grateful whisper.

She turned the taps off, dropped the hand shower and rose from her perch on the side of the bathtub. "Good slave," she said, approval overflowing in her voice. "Very good." She took a towel from the rack, and wiped his muscled body down. He stroked her hair; she allowed him to do it, but knew she must whip him for it later.

She did not mind. She was pleased with him - for the time being.