My Journey to Submission Pt. 09

I stalled for time by focusing on the banal.

"My shoulders are sore, Mistress," I answered. "And it's hard to stand on..."

"Don't be clever," she interrupted sharply. "I'm not trying to trick you. Just tell me what you're feeling."

Despite her assurance that she wasn't trying to trick me, I still wasn't convinced that it was safe. "Love, Mistress," I answered. "I adore you. I worship you. You know that I do." It was hard to go wrong with this answer, and it had the additional benefit of being truthful.

She shook her head and clucked her tongue disapprovingly. "No, no, no. That's still too safe. I need you to be honest with me. Tell me what you're feeling right now," she insisted for the third time. "Don't lie to me, and don't try to hide anything from me."

I continued to hesitate. She arched her eyebrows, signaling that her next insistence would likely be accompanied by a sharp blow of the cane or a kick in the balls.

"Desire, Mistress," I finally confessed. "You're so beautiful." Then I broke down and spilled all the beans. "I want you, Mistress. I want you so much. I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't, but I can't help it. Not to fuck you like before, I promise. But just to be near you, to be inside you, to feel you next to me." I knew that I sounded pitiful, but I didn't care.

She smiled at me. "That's a good boy. Now you're telling me the truth. I know you want me, and that's alright" she reassured me, her voice gentle and encouraging. "It makes me happy when you're open with me about your feelings. Do you want to be closer to me? Physically and emotionally?"

"Yes, Mistress. You know that I do."

"And would you like us to be sexually intimate more than we have been? Is that what you've been missing?" she asked. I hesitated, but she reassured me, "It's alright. You can tell me."

"Yes, Mistress, more than anything," I answered. "If it's what you want," I added, to be safe.

"I understand. Would you like me to come closer to you right now? To touch you?" she asked.

Of course, I wanted her to touch me. But I was afraid and confused, because all her actions up to that point had prepared me to expect pain, not pleasure. And certainly not intimacy. I found myself unable to answer her with words.

In response to my vague sigh of yearning, she began to run her gloved fingers slowly up and down my back, and then over my ass and down the backs of my thighs. My skin tingled beneath her butterfly caresses. I could feel her breath on my neck.

She wrapped her fingers around my buttocks and pulled herself into me. Her hands went up to my shoulder blades, and she took me in a tight embrace. For the first time in as long as I could remember, I felt the pressure of her soft breasts against my chest. She burrowed her face into my neck and began nuzzling and kissing me. There was no mockery, no taunting. Just the pressure of my wife's hands on my back and the warmth of her body next to mine. The pleasure wasn't sexual, but it was as deep as any orgasm I'd ever experienced.

I struggled involuntarily against my wrist cuffs, desperate to free my arms and wrap them around the woman I adored. Had I been able to do so, I would have been content to hold her there for all eternity.

She embraced me for a while longer, then unwound her arms took a step back. She smiled at me, removed her gloves, and started stroking me again, her skin now touching mine. Without breaking contact, she slowly walked around behind me and stood close. She ran her fingers lightly over my chest and stomach, flicking my nipples and sending shivers through my entire body. She cooed affectionately into my ear as she stroked me, and I began to open myself up to pleasure, slowly dropping my defenses and inhibitions.

Her sensual touch continued. I closed my eyes and moaned softly. I belonged to her completely.

She took my pelvis her hands and pulled my body into hers, grinding her pubic mound against my ass. Her fingers pressed into the nerves leading to my groin, and my cock began to stir in its cage. I looked down and miraculously saw her fingers inserting her key into the brass padlock. A moment later, she had deftly removed my shaft from its steel basket, giving my burgeoning erection room to grow.

Now, I was really disoriented. By this point, I'd been in chastity for well over a year, but the schedule of my lockups remained the central fact of my existence. When I woke up each morning, I didn't think, for example, "Today is Thursday, October 26th," but rather, "There are five days left until my next release." And my last thought before falling asleep each night was always, "When I wake up tomorrow, there will be only four days left." And so on.

Ellen never unlocked me early, except as reward for some extraordinary behavior, and she always announced her rewards with a lot of fanfare. In the present moment, I could think of nothing that I'd done to warrant early release, and my current lockup wasn't scheduled to end for another two weeks (thirteen days, actually, but who was counting?).

My body grew tense. "Mistress?" I asked. "But I thought..."

"Shhh..." she interrupted. "No questions."

"I'm sorry, Mistress," I said. But I remained alert and wary.

"It's alright," she said, dropping the cage on the floor and caressing my chest. "Just relax." I took a deep breath and closed my eyes again.

She wrapped her fingers around my shaft and massaged it expertly, and in a few seconds, I was fully erect and throbbing with desire. "Mmmm... You like that, don't you," she said in response to my quiet moaning. She cupped her soft, feminine hand around my cock, inviting me to fuck it, and I began to move my hips back and forth as she squeezed and released me in a gentle rhythm. I felt an orgasm start to rumble deep within my loins, and she reduced the stimulation just enough to prolong my pleasure. I continued to fuck her hand for a long while.

Finally, she brought her thumb around my shaft to rub it rapidly along the nerve leading to my glans, and I was soon aching for release.

"Mistress, may I please cum?" I asked. She ignored me and continued to massage my shaft, bringing me to the very brink of climax. "Mistress, may I please cum?" I repeated, now desperate. The muscles in my groin contracted in readiness for orgasm, and I was one second away from losing control. Instead of answering, Ellen withdrew her hand and stepped away from me. Sudden frustration overwhelmed me, and my sphincters pulsated, ready to pump out my semen in the event of even the slightest stimulation of my cock.

But there was none.

My wife paid no attention my groaning, not even to mock my disappointment, as she usually did. She wordlessly picked up the winch's remote control and pressed the button to lower my arms. I rotated my shoulders to get the blood circulating, as she unhooked me from the suspension cable. My groin muscles began to relax, but my genitals continued to ache from the need for orgasm.

Ellen took a step behind me, and reconnected my wrist cuffs behind my back. Then, wrapping two fingers around my collar, she shoved her boot -- hard -- into the back of my legs, forcing me to my knees. I was taken aback by her sudden roughness. She pulled me down further by the collar, until I was nearly sitting on my heels, and she secured me in place by connecting my wrists to my ankles with a short chain.

She walked over to the table, where she remained out of view for a few moments. When she came back, I saw that she'd donned a black leather crotch harness, to which she'd affixed a thick, ten-inch, flesh-colored dildo. She stood before me, positioning the end of the strap-on just an inch or two from my lips.

"Now, suck my cock," Ellen commanded coldly.