Cock Whisperer Ch. 03

Author's note: Here's the final chapter. This story was more difficult for me to write, perhaps partly because there is no clear antagonist. It's a little more fun to write when there's an evil character in the plot. Anyway, I hope you like it, and thanks for your feedback.

*****

The next several days were brutal. I checked my phone a thousand times and yet there was no word from Aydia. I started to text her a hundred times but stopped myself, thinking I would just piss her off even further. I endlessly contemplated what my fate would be. What if she never contacted me? Would she at least release my cock from its prison? If not, what hope did I have at finding someone that could take this cock cage off of me? But at the same time I realized that I missed her. I missed the conversations we had, the feeling of closeness I felt with her. And I missed the sex, despite my pleasure being completely at the mercy of her whims. I cursed myself constantly for being such an idiot when I messed with her phone. I wouldn't have been too surprised if she never spoke to me again.

I immersed myself into work in an attempt to stop my mind from constantly dwelling on my situation. Even that wasn't much help, and I'm sure my boss could tell that I wasn't on my A-game. Finally, on day five of no contact with Aydia, shortly after work I was at the grocery store when my phone buzzed.

'Be here in 15 minutes'

"Fuck!" I said out loud just as an older woman was passing by. "Sorry," I said to her.

I was fifteen minutes away from her house assuming traffic was good. And it probably wouldn't be this time of day. I contemplated for a moment, but knew what I had to do. I texted her back.

'Yes Mistress'

I abandoned my shopping cart and headed to the exit at a trot. I sped to her house as best I could, violating a couple laws along the way as I hoped none of the red light cameras caught me.

I arrived at her door seventeen minutes after I received her text, and quickly rang the doorbell. I had no idea why she summoned me. One possibility was that she would just unlock the cage and throw me out. Part of me dreaded that option. But she also had said that the cage couldn't be unlocked for another week at least. I stood there for a full three minutes and I was about to check my phone to make sure I didn't miss-understand her text, when suddenly she opened the door.

"Hello Mistress. I'm sorry I was late," I said.

"Come in," she said and walked away. I followed her in and closed the door, and caught up with her in the kitchen.

"Aydia, Mistress, I am very sorry for my actions. It was wrong, and I know I broke your trust. I hope that I can prove myself to you and you can forgive me," I said.

She took my hand. "Thank you Brian, I know. But listen to me, not as your mistress for the moment. I know that this whole thing has been a shock to you, beyond what you've experienced in all you past relationships. But as I've said from the beginning, you need to trust me. I have done nothing to intentionally hurt you, and I'm not in this as a game. I really like you as a person. I really believe that if you open yourself up then you will discover that this is what you need. It won't be easy, and I will push your limits. But do you remember the first time I tied you down? Remember how good that felt? Well, it can be better. Much better."

"Yes, of course I remember. But then you... you changed. And it frightened me," I said.

"And you should have talked to me. I know it's scary for you. And maybe I could have eased you into it a little more slowly. Even so, that's no excuse for what you did," she said. "But just know that what I hope to have with you is not just about the sex. It's about making a permanent, unbreakable connection with you. It's about becoming completely vulnerable and trusting your fate to me. And it's a two-way street. I want to show you who I am, completely and fully. Just because I want to be in control of our sex life doesn't mean I don't have doubts and insecurities and feelings. If you reject me I would feel the same pain as anyone else would. Women who take on this dominant sexual role are not exactly viewed in a positive manner any more than are the men that submit to them. The stereotypes are rampant in the media. But we know better. There's a strength in both the dominant and the submissive. I want to experience that with you."

I thought for a moment, not quite sure what to say or do next. "So now what?" I asked.

"I need to know that you are in this of your own choice, that I'm not forcing you into it. I am going to give you this chance to back out. If you really think that you can't handle this, that you don't want me in control of your cock, that you can't submit to my sexual demands, then tell me now. I'll give you the app and the pin and once the lock is enabled again you'll be able to release yourself. But before you decide, know that I want you to stay, more than anything. You are a good man. And also know that I in no way see you as weak because of these roles that we are in. Quite the opposite, actually. But there's no halfway, it's all in or nothing."

I looked back at her, saw the honesty in her face, and also the fear. It was then that I knew how much she wanted me to stay, and that as she said it wasn't just about the sex. I also understood a small part of her insecurities. Still, how long had I actually known Aydia? A week? Two? How could I base my decision on such a brief time?

"What if after a while I can't handle it? What if we figure out that we aren't a good match for each other?" I asked.

"Give it three months. Give us three months," Aydia corrected. "Promise me that you'll stay committed to us for that long, no matter what. And I'll promise you the same."

And here it was, the chance to be free. I'd struggled for what in reality was just over a week, but what felt like way longer. I'd spent hours trying to figure a way out of this. But I also realized in the last couple days without her that I didn't want to lose her.

"Yes, I'll do it," I blurted out before I changed my mind. But deep down I had no doubt about wanting to go forward with Aydia.

Aydia smiled. "Is that how you address me?" she scolded.

"I'm sorry! Yes, I'll do it, Mistress," I replied as I smiled back at her.

"Take off all your clothes," she commanded. I quickly complied, and soon I was standing in front of her naked except for the chastity cage.

She reached down and grabbed my cage and examined it. "Yes, I missed seeing you like this." As I watched her she opened a drawer and pulled out a chain which I guessed was about three feet long. On one end was a round metal hinged loop, which she opened and then snapped around the shaft of my cage. Since the tip of my cage was a little wider, the ring would not slide off and was now secure. The other end of the chain was a leather grip. "Follow me," she said as she tugged on the leash and walked out towards the living room. I quickly followed to avoid any painful consequences. At the same time, a wave of strange emotions hit me as I quickly assumed a submissive role at the end of her leash.

When we reached the sofa in the living room she ordered me to face the sofa and kneel next to the coffee table. Once I was in position, she reached down and attached my leash to the leg of the coffee table using a ring on the chain that was about a foot away from the end attached to me. This prevented me from either standing or moving more than a few inches forward, back, or side to side.

"Stay," Aydia commanded.

Lastly, she attached cuffs to my wrists and connected them behind my back, and then she sat down on the sofa in front of me.

"You do realize that your cage won't come off for a while yet, of course. There's no getting around that. So what shall we do tonight, hmm? I'm a little tired, maybe your Mistress will just watch a little TV." She kicked off her shoes and leaned back as she turned on the TV and scanned through the channels. From the sound of it she settled on some crime drama show and for a while completely ignored me. I, on the other hand, could only sit and look up at her. I had time to really look at her. I watched her plump lips, and how every once in a while she pursed them when something on the show got her attention. I looked at the curve of her neck and longed to kiss it and breathe in her perfume. I looked at her breasts as they pressed against the thin material of her top, and felt my cock as it began to expand inside its cage. My eyes turned to her smooth thighs, and I wished she would open them up for me and let me get a glimpse of her hidden treasures.

I looked down to her calves and had a sudden desire to rub my cock against her leg like that first night. My cock began to ache. And then I watched her foot as it slowly swung in front of me, and I hoped with each movement forward that it would reach to my cock and give me a brief moment of pleasure.

Lost in my fantasies I didn't realize until I glanced up that Aydia was watching me. "What are you thinking about, baby?" she asked.

I looked back down, embarrassed. "Umm, about how sexy and beautiful you are, Mistress," I replied.

"Mmm, that's what I like to hear. Maybe I should do something to keep your attention, what do you say?"

"Yes, please Mistress," I hoarsely replied.

Aydia stood up and ever so slowly slid her top over her head. "How's that?" she asked as she stood in front of me in her lacy pink bra.

"Very beautiful, Mistress. Thank you."

"Oh, but there's more!" she beamed. She unclipped her skirt and wiggled out of it slowly until it finally dropped to the floor. I'm sure my jaw dropped as she stood with her skimpy panties just inches away from my face. I began to lean forward to bury my face between her legs, but with a giggle she sat back down on the sofa and picked up the TV remote. "Now where was I?" she asked.

She settled back in to watching TV again, leaving me to my thoughts as I stared at her perfect body. My cock ached while trapped inside its cage. But I couldn't help but continue to watch her. Even though all she was doing was sitting on the sofa, her every movement was like an erotic dance that teased me more and more. She uncrossed and crossed her legs, and I almost groaned as for a few brief seconds I ogled her panty covered pussy.

I jumped as I suddenly felt the soft skin of the top of her foot as it rubbed up against my balls. I groaned, but Aydia pretended not to notice my reaction. Just as quickly she moved her foot away. Several minutes later she did it again, this time pressing her foot upwards to lift my caged cock, before letting it drop as she moved her foot away again.

This teasing continued, and my caged member began to drool out a small drip of pre-cum. With each contact from her foot I groaned again, until she finally hushed me. I suffered in silence until I saw her hand move between her legs, and then her fingers slid under her panties. She closed her eyes and began to rub herself slowly, and I couldn't contain the low groan that escaped my throat. I watched as her fingers moved underneath her panties. I also saw that her skin around her neck and chest had turned a flushed color as her desire rose.

She removed her fingers from her pussy, opened her eyes, and sat up. She ran one of her wet fingers over my lips. I opened my mouth, hoping she would let me taste her fingers, but she just giggled and sat back as I licked my lips. She pressed her fingers into her panties and rubbed herself. Soon a wet spot clearly showed on the thin material.

"Please Mistress, may I lick you?" I begged.

"I thought you'd never ask!" She reached into the drawer of the end table and pulled out my blindfold. "First things first, though, baby."

She saw the disappointment on my face. "You haven't nearly earned seeing your Mistress naked yet, my little pet."

Once I was deprived of my site she tugged me forward. Being still leashed to the table I had to stretch to reach her, which added to the pain in discomfort as the leash tugged on my cage. I didn't care, though. All I wanted right then was to taste her and to hear her moans of ecstasy.

Her first orgasm came on quickly. After hardly a minute with my tongue against her slit she grabbed my head and mashed her sex against my face. Her nectar was soon smeared all over my cheeks and chin. She didn't let go of me though, and within minutes she shook and cried out from her second orgasm.

Her clit now too sensitive, she eased back and directed my tongue to her opening, urging me to thrust in and out as deep as I could. All the while my rod ached and throbbed inside its cage. But I didn't slow down and ignored my tired tongue and jaw. She finally pulled me back to her clit, and I licked and sucked with abandon. Her whole body tensed and shook until finally she let out a scream as she went over the edge. I tried to stay with her as she thrashed on the couch, but she managed to push me away. With my hands still cuffed I nearly fell to the floor, which could have caused serious pain to my cock and balls, but I managed to land my forehead on the edge of the sofa and push myself back up.

I heard her get up and walk away. She returned and removed my blindfold. She stood over me wearing her robe and told me to drink as she placed a straw at my lips. The cold water tasted wonderful. "Thank you Mistress."

*****

Friday night found me tied to her bed with Aydia sitting on my chest while she wore her panties and bra. I gazed up at her in anticipation as my cock remained hopelessly trapped inside its cage.

"So Brian, if my math is correct and if you were honest with me, your... I mean my cock won't be allowed release for another seven days. I bet you just can't wait, can you?"

"No Mistress. Isn't there a way around it? An override or something?" I asked.

"Nonsense! Besides, you should accept your punishment without complaint. I still don't know if I can trust you after you secretly took my phone and tried to unlock yourself. No, it's seven more days," Aydia responded.

"Ok," I sighed. "I'm sorry Mistress. I will never do that again."

"Hmmm. Well, it's seven days unless..."

"Unless what, Mistress?" I asked, hopeful that my chastity sentence could be reduced. I couldn't have been more wrong.

"Well, so far you haven't seen my naked body, have you? How badly do you want to see it?"

Warning bells rang in my head. This was clearly a trap. "I, umm, I want to see you more than anything, Mistress. You are very beautiful."

"Well, what if I let you see my tits? What would that be worth to you?" she asked.

"I don't know. What can I do for you, Mistress?"

"How many more days of chastity would it be worth to you if I let you see them?"

"Shit!" I thought. Definitely a trap. Too low of a number would make her mad, too high and I'm stuck in chastity longer. "I, umm, maybe three more days, Mistress?"

"Three! Is that all I'm worth?" she reprimanded.

"No! I'm sorry Mistress? Umm, six?" How was I supposed to negotiate when she held all the cards?

"Six more days? Is that what you want? Six more days of chastity in order to see my tits? That does seem to be a reasonable offer. I tell you what. Make it seven and you've got yourself a deal," she said.

"Shit! Shit!" I thought. Another week? It's only been one week and I could barely stand it. Now I'd have to wait two more weeks? Yet what choice did I have?

"Ok Mistress, thank you," I replied. I didn't want seven more days of chastity, but I knew I couldn't back out of the deal without offending her. Aydia knew this too.

She smiled and then reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra, and then held it to her chest. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, thank you Mistress."

She slowly let her bra slide off her shoulders and removed it. I gazed at her perfect breasts, full and firm, with silver dollar sized dark areolas. She cupped them in her hands to display them for me.

"There now, is this what you wanted? Well worth seven extra days in chastity, aren't they?" She leaned forward, her nipples inches from my lips. I reached out with my tongue, not quite able to touch them. After a few teasing moments she descended further and fed her nipple to me. I eagerly licked and sucked as she moaned in desire. Eventually she shifted and let me give my attentions to her other nipple. I dutifully complied, again licking and nibbling while she alternately moaned and giggled above me.

"My pussy is sooo wet, baby. I need you to lick me!"

"Oh god, yes Mistress," I replied.

She reached to the nightstand and picked up my blindfold, which to my dismay always seemed to be close at hand.

"But I thought... Can't I..." I stammered.

"Of course not, baby. You have a long way to go before you have a chance to earn that. Now don't question my authority," she said as she slid the blindfold over my eyes. I realized that all I got for my extra week of chastity was about ten minutes of seeing her naked tits. Knowing better than to complain, I stewed in silence as she slid forward and began to rub her pussy on my chin.

"Mmmm, yes, I need this so bad. Tell me how much you want it too," she ordered.

"Yes Mistress, I do. I want to lick you, I want to make you cum," I said, truthfully.

She slid a little further forward, my tongue now within reach of her opening. I pushed into her, tasting her. It drove me on, wanting more. My cock ached as it uselessly tried to expand. I did my best to ignore the pain and put all my attention on Aydia's pleasure. But she seemed to want to go slow. She pulled back often, just out of my reach, until she dropped back down to nearly smother me between her thighs. She finally allowed herself her first orgasm, her body spasmed several times as she cried out. Once she had recovered she began again with the same slow buildup.

I lost count of the number of times she came. At some point she rotated to face down my body before she dropped down onto my face and tongue again. The night was a surreal mix of erotic images and desperate aching that left me exhausted and coated with her juices. Despite the cage my cock leaked pre-cum onto the sheets the whole time. Finally sated, she rolled off of me and gave me a drink of water through a straw. She cuddled up next to me and soon was fast asleep, while I lay there with nothing but my thoughts, still tied, caged, and blindfolded.

The next morning when I awoke, wrists still tied to the bed but the blindfold removed, I saw Aydia sitting between my legs with her phone in her hand. "Good morning sleepyhead," she said.

"Morning," I grumbled. She didn't respond, but continued to focus on her phone. I had a brief moment of hope that she actually would remove the cage before my two weeks were up. But as I lay there, at first I thought I imagined it when there was the slightest tingle around my cock. It was barely an itch, but then it grew stronger and I twisted on the bed even as my cock tried to expand against my will.

"What the..." I cried. The tingling grew even stronger, on the edge of painful. My cock swelled even further, straining to break free of the cage. I cried out in frustration. Aydia finally set her phone down and lifted up my caged cock to examine it. The tingling continued and I groaned again. Soon my cock was leaking pre-cum despite the cage.

"How do you like that, baby? It's one of the features of the cage to keep you motivated." She squeezed my balls and I squirmed in an attempt to get away.

"Please, turn it off Mistress. It's too much!" I cried.

"Oh, I don't know about that. I think we have a long way to go before reaching your limits." She wiped away a drop of my pre-cum. "You do seem to be enjoying it, I believe," she chided. My cock ached, the relentless pulsing stimulated me almost to the edge. I wasn't sure if I could actually cum while caged, but if anything could cause it then it would be this. I groaned and twisted again. It felt as if I was approaching orgasm, or at least some strange form of release, even though it just didn't seem right. I strained and thrust upward uselessly.