No Fooling

Last night Mistress had me begging and pleading while she just laughed.

We were in bed watching between South Park episodes on DVD, and she just looked so sexy and wonderful. I started caressing her and getting turned on by her beautiful breasts and soft, warm thighs. I told her I loved her and wanted her so much.

She started teasing my nipples, which is like pouring gas on the fire of my horniness. Tiny (her name for my cock) filled his metal chastity cage and was straining against the tight bars. I could not help myself and started begging, I wanted her so very badly.

“Please, please Mistress, I want to make love to you, please!?” She just laughed and kept stimulating my nipples. “I want so much to feel you again. It’s been months since you’ve allowed me inside you. Please?!” Although I am not to ask for release or sex, she seemed willing to play along and I desperately wanted it.

“Months?” she asked. “It hasn’t been that long, has it?” I said “Four months, not since Thanksgiving.” I didn’t realize it at the time, but she did let me inside her once since then. She said “Oh, I don’t think it’s been that long. Besides, tiny couldn’t possibly satisfy me anyway.”

“Please, Mistress, let me try. I want you so much, you are so sexy and beautiful. Please let me make love to you.” She laughed again and pushed me back, then put her feet on my chest and teased my nipples with her toes. “There would be nothing in it for me. Tiny is so worthless, and I wouldn’t get any pleasure. Look at how small and pathetic he is. The last time we let him out he was definitely smaller. Clearly he’s shrinking, if that’s even possible.” I said “yes, Ma’am.”

She continued “So, I don’t see any reason at all to let you out. The truth is that it would be nice to have a real man’s cock inside me right now. A big, firm, nice stud to fuck me properly.” I lowered my head and replied “Yes, Ma’am, you deserve a quality penis to pleasure you. I want you to be happy.” She sighed, “Well, we don’t have one, do we? Just your useless bump of flesh. But hey, if you want to try, go ahead.”

She spread her legs and pulled her labia lips apart. I looked at her. “Let’s see what you can do” she teased. I moved between her thighs and placed the end of the chastity cage between her pussy lips. I gently moved it around, but I couldn’t feel anything. The cage was right up against her wonderful sex, but no sensations for me at all. “There, isn’t that nice?” she said, mocking my attempt.

I leaned forward into sort of a missionary position, my caged cock still up against her opening. It was unbelievably frustrating to feel all the feelings of intercourse except any sensation on my penis. My legs against her thighs, her upper body under mine and next to my arms, kissing her desperately. She laughed in my face. “Are you enjoying this?” she taunted. I was nearly crying. I whined that I couldn’t feel anything.

She laughed again and said “Well, I actually am really enjoying this. I can tell that you are really suffering, and I am loving that.” I meekly agreed, and told her that I was glad she was amused by it. “More than amused,” she said, giggling, “this is not only making me horny, but it’s a lot of fun too.” She went back to stimulating my nipples as I pointlessly thrashed around between her legs, trying to be careful not to bump her sensitive places with the bulky metal cage, but also dying to feel even the smallest sensation of her pussy on my cock.

Nothing. She smiled and kept going, tormenting me relentlessly. The head of my cock, when fully swollen, does protrude a bit between the bars of the chastity cage. But I get no sensation from it, probably because the skin is so tight and there is so little actual contact. So even through the cage provides some skin contact, for me it may as well be solid since I can’t get any stimulation through it.

I begged and pleaded some more, and she said “I let you have an orgasm not that long ago, remember?” Dejectedly I answered “Yes”. She said “And do you remember how poor your attitude was after that?” I couldn’t deny that. “So why in the world would I want to do that again?” she asked. “You shouldn’t, Mistress, I’m sorry. You shouldn’t allow me any more orgasms, ever.” I couldn’t believe I said that, but I did. She said “You’re right, I shouldn’t.” Ok, that was dumb, but I was still really horny.

I caressed her thigh, and she played with my nipple more. Then she pulled her labia open again to display her waiting and wet vagina. I have never been more sexually frustrated in my entire life. She kept teasing and laughing while I begged and moaned and cried. Eventually she stopped and said that it was time for me to calm down. “We need to get something up your ass. Why don’t you go for a pony ride?”

Although it sounded like a question, it wasn’t. She directed me to put the big black dildo on her riding machine. I realize that different people mean different things when they say “big”. So here’s a picture of it.

Big and black

Big and black

It had been a while, and even with lots of lube it still took some time for me to accommodate the “pony’s big black cock” in my ass. Once it was fully inside, she directed the riding speed. The pony started slow and sped up as she told me to adjust the speed. She stayed reclined on the bed, reading a book, while her pony fucked the daylight out of me.

She told me to stop, and that the pony had cum inside me, and that I should thank the pony. It was humiliating to thank her riding machine for raping my ass, but she is the Mistress and keyholder. It took about 5 minutes for me to settle down enough to dismount. It’s always sort of a sad, empty feeling when that massive dildo pulls out of my well-stretched ass. I cleaned up and joined her again in bed.

She wanted a backrub to get to sleep, which I lovingly provided. Soon she was in dreamland. My cock was still straining the cage, remembering in vivid detail when it was next to her sweet pussy. With sore balls I rolled over and tried to get to sleep.

The next day we were hugging in the kitchen and I was overcome again with desire for her. I kissed her passionately and held her, grinding my caged dick against her thigh. Again I begged to be able to make love to her. She just sighed. I pulled down my pants and humped some more, while she laughed at me. I felt her hands around the cage, just barely getting the smallest bit of sensation of the parts of tiny that were poking out between the metal bars.

“If you can find the keys, you can have me” she teased. “But the keys are locked in the safe!” I said. “Not those…” she replied. It took me a minute to understand what she meant. There is a set of backup keys that can open the safe. “But I don’t know where they are!” I cried. “No, but maybe you can find them. Maybe they’re right under your nose!” I knew she was teasing me, likely trying to get me to tear around the house half naked and crazed about sex looking for those keys.

I just couldn’t do it, feeling like there was no way I would find them. “I’ll never find them,” I cried. She just said “Oh well” and lightly patted my bare ass. I pulled my pants back up and tried to settle down by doing the dishes.

By the way, I have no April Fools stuff in my post today.  As with all my non-fiction postings, it’s all true.

Mistress just told me that tonight she plans to tie my wrists and ankles out tightly on our bed and then stimulate my nipples. She’s wants to see if I can have an orgasm (a male or female orgasm) that way. That would be nice, but I suspect it will instead be a long torment session that she enjoys much more than I do.

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