Sex Wizards - Mastery Ch. 08

Author's Note: I promise, we're at the end of the strictly Arlon stuff. Hope y'all aren't tired of him - he still plays a big role in the rest of this book, but Dominai gets to go back to casting with other people soon!

Thanks for reading!

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Arlon gives me another candy before he fucks my mouth that night. He allows me to sleep in his bed again before he does the same the next morning. The last day of my chastity is spent naked under his desk, where he occasionally grabs my head and has me suck him as he works, though he never allows me to finish him off. Each time I take him in, the easier it gets, but it's not until the eve of my last day that he tells me the final catch of earning my freedom.

He waits until we're back in his room and I'm kneeling on the rug before he pulls the little silver key out of his pocket. I freeze, eyes going wide at the sight of it.

"Tomorrow, you'll get your cage off," Arlon says with a grin. "But how soon it comes off is up to you." I swallow and wait for him to continue, anticipation making my nerves sing. "I told you that by the end of the week, you'd be able to take my full length, and tomorrow is your chance to prove it. As soon as you can satisfy me with your mouth without gagging, I'll take the cage off. Acceptable?"

I shiver as I look up at him. "Yes, sir." I lower my head in a bow, but it's not until my forehead touches the ground that he finally allows me to ask my question. "What happens if I can't do it?"

Arlon hums thoughtfully. His hand cups my chin and makes me meet his eye. "Do you think you'll fail?" he asks.

I swallow, wanting to look away, but Arlon holds my gaze. "I-I don't know."

"That isn't an answer, Dominai."

I take a breath, knowing this is a test. It's not the first time this week he's called me out on confidence. I try to muster every bit of it I feel before I answer. "I can do it."

Arlon smiles. "Good. Then we'll test that tomorrow morning. Come to bed."

I'm a little surprised. I had expected him to do something tonight, but apparently he's saving both of us for tomorrow. I crawl into bed and watch him strip before he goes to his closet and grabs something. He comes back with two small leather bags and cuffs and in the same style as my collar. He takes my hands and poses them in a loose fist before pulling a bag over each one. He fastens the cuff around my wrist, closing it over the end of the bag. He does the same to my other hand, and I realize that even if I wanted to, I couldn't undo the cuffs with my fingers trapped inside of the bags. Then, Arlon takes the cuffs and uses a clever little latch to attach the rings of my cuffs to the rings on my collar.

But he isn't finished. He puts cuffs around my ankles as well before latching them together. A bit gag is fastened into my mouth next before he pulls a leather blindfold over my eyes, taking away my senses one by one. "You'll notice that I've taken away your ability to stop," Arlon murmurs in my ear. "But that's alright because we're only going to bed."

I whimper around the gag, realizing he means for me to sleep like this. Every nerve is on fire with anticipation for something that isn't going to happen. It's going to be some time before I cool down. Arlon seems to sense that and doesn't do a damn thing to help as his rough hands trail over my body. He toys with me gently, enjoying my helplessness.

But eventually, even he gets tired. He dozes off, leaving me with my senses blocked and my nerves singing. Even so, his arm stays firmly planted around my waist. I float, helpless and warm and safe, before I finally drift off as well.

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I wake to the sound of someone stirring. Only darkness meets me when I open my eyes, and I whimper around my gag. I try to move but can't pull my hands from where they're tethered by my neck.

"Hush," Arlon says, and I feel his hand brush my hair away from my face. I relax immediately, trembling at his touch. "Time to get up."

Arlon frees my ankles before he helps me to my feet. I shiver in his cold room before something clicks onto my collar. There's a jangle of a chain, and I realize that Arlon's finally put a leash on me. He gives a gentle tug, and I follow blindly.

My feet step onto the cold tile of what must be his bathroom. I hear the roar of water as a bath is drawn but then Arlon grabs my cock. "Piss now or never," he says. I whimper around the gag, humiliation making me burn hot. It takes me a second to muster myself to do it, and I bury my face against his shoulder as if I can hide from the embarrassment. It's humiliating not being allowed to do such mundane necessities myself.

Arlon doesn't seem to care. The water stops, but Arlon doesn't guide me into the bath. Instead, he takes a washcloth and bathes me gently. I tremble under his touch, feeling like some kind of toy that he's gotten dirty. He towels me off and brushes my hair before he picks up the leash and gives it a tug. I follow.

"Stairs," he warns, and I step cautiously down them. I've traced this path so many times this week that I realize we're headed to his office. I hear the scrape of his door before he leads me inside and pushes me to my knees on his rug. "Wait here. I'll be right back," he promises.

I whimper, but I hear the door open and close again. I shiver and try to decide if I'm still asleep. But the longer I kneel, the more my knees ache, so I must be awake. Coming to blindfolded, bound and half in conspace is proving to be a bigger mindfuck than I could have imagined. And I get the feeling that's exactly what Arlon intended.

The door opens again, and I whimper, a jolt of fear rushing through me. "It's me," Arlon says, and I jump when his hand touches my face. The gag is pulled from my mouth, and I lick my dry lips. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, sir." My voice comes out rough, and I nuzzle gratefully into his hand. I don't like to be left alone like this, even if it was brief. I realize what had drawn him away a second later when Arlon tilts something to my lips.

"Drink," he orders gently. I do as told, tasting fresh water, flavored with mint. I drain the glass and hear Arlon set it on his desk. "Eat." I flush but open my mouth and crunch into a slice of apple, drizzled with honey. Arlon is patient, and I hear him enjoying his own breakfast even as he feeds me mine.

When I'm fed, he brushes my teeth for me before giving me a mint leaf to chew on. Once he's through, he helps me to my feet. He leads me across the room, and I can tell from the cool rush of air that we've reached the stair to the dungeon. "Stairs again," he says. "Walk carefully."

I follow him down, anticipation building as we reach flat ground again. The last stair catches me by surprise. I stumble a little, but Arlon steadies me. His hands are gentle as they stroke over my sides.

"Did you sleep well?" he asks, a hint of mischief in his voice.

"Yes, sir," I say, and am a little surprised by it. Once I finally managed to fall asleep, I slept like a rock. Hard enough that Arlon even woke before me.

Arlon chuckles. "Good. Because we're both in for a long day," he says. "Kneel."

I shiver at the promise of that and do as I'm told, knees landing on a pillow. Arlon's hand strokes through my hair before he asks, "Are you ready for your freedom?"

I barely stop a whimper as my cock throbs. "Yes sir."

I feel the blunt head of his cock brush my lips. "Then prove it."

I take a deep breath, steadying myself before I draw him in. I start slow, easing down the first couple of inches until I feel him respond. His length swells, and I bob a little further, feeling my throat quiver. I pull back and draw in another deep breath before I ease down again, tongue lapping the underside of his length. I'm rewarded with Arlon's moan and can almost feel his hand twitching to grab my head, but he resists. He lets me set the pace, and I'm grateful for it.

I manage to slide my way down his cock, my nose bumping his navel. It's the first time I've done it without him holding me or my throat numbed, and I realize that not having my eyes helps. I only have feel to go off, and though he feels big, I've gotten used to him over the week. I stay there until my throat starts to protest before I pull back out to the tip with a sigh. Arlon shudders in appreciation, his hand coming to rest lightly on my head, though he doesn't force me to anything.

I ease down his cock again, and my throat opens to let him in easier this time. I slide down his length, taking my time, the Arlon's groan of pleasure floods me with warmth. I'm not sure how long I'm at it. It doesn't matter. I could listen to the little sounds I wring out of him forever. Each one sends a little jolt of pleasure straight to my gut.

Then, I feel Arlon's grip in my hair tighten. He can't seem to help himself as he thrusts into my willing mouth, a low moan escaping him. I don't protest, my throat allowing him to push deep. "Dominai," he groans, and I wish I had the blindfold off. I want to see what I'm doing to him, but I have to be satisfied hearing the pleasure layering his voice. My name is the only warning I get before he seats himself deep, his cock emptying down my throat. I clench my eyes shut under the blindfold, staving off a gag as I swallow.

I gasp as I pull my mouth off of him, panting for breath. Arlon's hand is gentle as he cups my cheek, and I lean into the touch. "Are you alright?" Arlon asks.

I give a small laugh. "Yes, sir," I say. "I did it."

His chuckle washes over me, his thumb brushing my lip. "That you did," he says. "I never had any doubt." He shifts, and then he's kneeling in front of me, his hands cupping my face. "Would you like your cage off, Dominai?"

I shiver. "Yes, sir. Please."

Arlon smiles and kisses my nose before I hear the quiet tinkle of the key. My heart thuds in my chest as he grabs my trapped cock. There's a soft click, and he eases the cage off. I groan in relief and rest my head against his shoulder as he toys with my sensitive length. I thrust up into his hand, my body shaking with need.

"It's such a shame," Arlon says in mock surprise. "Your cock is finally free, but your hands aren't."

I whimper as he lets go of me. The blindfold is loosened from over my eyes. I blink, my eyes adjusting easily in the dim light of the dungeon. I look up to see Arlon smiling down at me. "I guess you better find something else to satisfy yourself with."

I gape at him even as heat rushes to my face. He can't seriously be suggesting... but no, of course he is. That smile is pure mischief. Arlon unlocks the leash from my collar as I get to my feet, red to the tips of my ears.

I look around the room before my eyes land on the big bed in the corner. I eye him uncertainly, but he just watches me with a smile. I flush and crawl onto the bed, using my elbows to grab one of the pillows. Well, this will be something I haven't done since I was first discovering what my cock did. Behind me, Arlon chuckles with genuine mirth, and I bite back a snappy response. I still have a few welts, and gods know I'll earn more if I sass him.

I try to ignore him as I grind into the pillow. My cock is so sensitive after a week without being touched that it's enough to get me hard. Humiliation rolls through me as I thrust against it, the friction just enough to feel good. Yet after six months of experiencing the best of what sex can be, this isn't enough to do it. I groan in frustration, burying my face against the covers.

"Alright, that's enough," Arlon chuckles. I flop against the bed with a groan, my cock throbbing. I lift my head and glance over to see what he's been up to while I was at my futile task. He grins when he catches my eye before saying, "I think this will help you out a little."

He's set up a phallus that's been slid into a stand built right into the ground. It's a strange shape, big with a more pronounced curve. I shiver when I see that one side is decorated with a row of bumpy ridges. I manage to wiggle off the bed and walk over to him as Arlon slathers the length of it with lotion. He grins and motions to it. "Take a seat."

I bite my lip as I look at the thing. It's a stretch - even by Arlon's standards. Without the use of my hands, it'll be a challenge. Arlon puts a couple of pillows down before I kneel, straddling the thick phallus. I lower myself until I feel the blunt head poke at me. I sink a little further and shudder as the well-slicked tip slides into me. Arlon seems to be in no hurry, so I take my time to adjust to the intrusion. I sink a little further and feel every bump as they slide past the tight ring of flesh. I moan at the stretch, feeling those bumps drag across that spot inside of me.

"How does it feel, Dominai?" Arlon asks.

Gooseflesh prickles over my skin. "Big, sir."

"But nothing you can't handle, is it?"

I shudder as I pull up only to sink down further. "No, sir."

"Good," Arlon purrs. "Keep going."

I moan and do as told, lifting myself up just to sink down again, splitting myself open. As I do, Arlon steps forward and unlocks my muffed hands from my collar. I groan and stretch my arms out. Arlon pulls the leather bags out from under the cuffs, freeing my hands fully.

"I didn't give you permission to stop," he says, a hint of warning in his voice. I shudder and start moving again, but Arlon says, "Now that you have your hands back, you have the leverage to go faster."

I moan and brace my hands on the ground in front of me. I speed up, fucking myself proper on the slicked phallus. It sends chills of pleasure down my back, and the way the thing is shaped rubs against that spot inside of me relentlessly. The quicker I go, the better it feels, and a familiar pressure starts to build at the base of my cock.

"Pause."

He catches me when the phallus is seated fully in me, but I stop all the same. I groan wantonly, my legs shaking. A hand tilts my chin, and I look up at Arlon through a haze of pleasure. He grins as his free hand slips five focuses down my cock. They spark sharply, wringing a surprised shout out of me. Arlon smiles as he leans close. "This is where I ruin you, Dominai."

I shudder at the heat in his voice, realizing what he means. This is when I orgasm both inside and out. I reach for my cock, but stop, my hand shaking. "Please, sir," I beg, every nerve alight with desire.

Arlon smiles as he trails his thumb over my lips. I suck his finger into my mouth, and his smile widens. "Gods you were an easy one to train," he says. I can't stop a little noise of displeasure as he pulls away. He goes to sit on a nearby chair, resting his ankle on his knee. "Think of this week and how it made you feel. Let's see what you conjure this time."

I don't waste a second as I grip my cock and start to ride the phallus as quick as my legs will let me. I fall onto it over and over as I stroke my already dripping cock. The focuses spark again, and my whole body jerks in response. All the while, Arlon watches me.

Fragmented thoughts flit through my head, memories of him fucking me, my throat, my ass, of him bringing me the deepest I've ever been, and him bringing me back out. I remember being humiliated, beaten, mad with desire, yet at the same time, satisfied. Content and safe enough to fall asleep blind and bound in his arms.

"Remove your hand, Dominai," Arlon orders.

I wail and slap my hand against the ground even as I continue to sink onto the phallus. The pressure in my cock and the base of my balls starts to build again. I speed up, even as I hear Arlon tsk.

"Pause," he says, and I whimper as the phallus sinks deep again. I'm trembling from head to toe, panting like I've just run a race. My nerves sing with need, but no louder than the command of his voice.

"Sir, please, please."

Arlon waits a weighted second, and I glance up to see that sadistic grin spread across his face, his hands steepled in front of him as he watches me. He leans back a little more comfortably in his chair. "Continue."

With a tormented groan, I start again. My cock feels hard as stone in my grip, and I'm so sensitive that it doesn't take me long to get back to that same level. I pant and bite back my moan, trying to keep my pace steady so maybe he won't notice as I edge closer to the point of no return.

"Pause," Arlon orders again, and I wail miserably. Arlon chuckles. "Don't think you can trick me, Dominai. I've also been paying attention this week."

Sweat drips off the tip of my nose as I sink helplessly back onto the phallus. He's right. No one else knows me like he does. No one else can control me with a word. Force me to edge myself until there's no room left in my head but the need to finish.

"Sir, please!" I beg, my voice shaking with need.

Arlon hums thoughtfully as if deciding if I've earned it or not. When he's in this mood, he could keep me at it all day, but I don't think I can stand it much longer. I'm shaking from head to toe, body tight as a bowstring as I wait for his decision.

He takes forever to make up his mind. Then, finally, "Continue."

I don't recognize the animalistic sound of relief that escapes me as I start again. I tug my cock as I split myself open on the phallus over and over. It takes even less time to get me back up to the precipice.

This time, Arlon lets me have it. "Cum, Dominai."

I feel it internally first, just as one of those bumps rubs over that spot inside of me in just the right way. But between the pleasure that races through me and what my hand's doing over my slick length, my cock catches up quick.

I cum with a howl, doubling over with pleasure. After a week of deprivation, I'm staggered by it. I try to keep my hips moving, keep thrusting down, but I lock up and sink deep onto the phallus as the ecstasy threatens to undo me. My vision goes fuzzy. Every muscle in my body tightens as my cock empties, first a stream and then a trickle.

My balls run dry by the time it subsides, though fizzles of pleasure skitter through me, making me twitch with the aftershocks. I lay curled, my head resting against my arm, the phallus still deep in me. I don't think I have the strength to pull off it.

"Are you alright?"

I can't even lift my head. When I find my voice, it comes out rough. "Good gods."

Arlon chuckles, and then he's helping me up. He half lifts me off of the phallus, and I can't stop an exhausted little moan, my cock giving one last feeble dribble as the ridges rub across that spot inside of me again. I'm half carried over to the bed, though at least this time, I get to use the pillow for its intended purpose.

Arlon pulls a blanket up to cover me, and I must doze, because the next thing I know, I'm blinking awake. I'm still in the bed, but I feel Arlon's fingers in my hair, his comfortable weight behind me. I let out a contented sigh, and my eyes drift closed again.

"You looked like you needed a break after that," Arlon says gently.

I can't stop a small laugh. "You'd be right, sir," I say and groan as I roll onto my back. "Thank you." I can't have been out long, because fizzles of pleasure race through me as I move, the soft blanket brushing my sore ass and cock.

"Don't think I'm finished with you," Arlon warns.

I shiver as I look up at him. "No, sir."

He shifts to lay a little more comfortably next to me, head propped up on one elbow. Through everything, he still has his clothes on. "You may speak freely. How are you feeling?"

I put a hand to my head. "Fucking hell," I say through a small laugh. "That was something else."

Arlon grins, but I can see the pride on his face. "I was half convinced that when I came between you and finishing, you'd lose that compliance," he says. "But you didn't. You obeyed every last order I gave."

I flush, even as an unsettling thought crosses my mind. "I don't know if I can say no to you anymore," I admit. "So... what happens when I have the collar off?"