I don’t know how long I’ve been hanging here, I don’t know if it’s been only a few minutes, hours, or maybe even days. All I know is, I can’t see anything, but I can feel the blindfold covering my eyes. I can’t speak, the last thing I remember was the mistress taking off her panties and stuffing them in my mouth and wrapping duct tape around my head so they would fall out, I can still taste her juices. I can’t hear anything either, she put ear plugs in also, you know, the little ones that slide right in. Did I mention she left me in this dungeon completely naked?
She let me hang just low enough so that I could stand on the tips of my toes, but if I got any lower, I could feel the cuffs digging into my wrists, it’s a constant battle. My calves hurt, and so do my shoulders, but I deserve this, especially since I decided to have an orgasm the last time I was free, whenever that was.
The dungeon is cold, not surprising as it is under our house and has no insulation. Just baron rock, like what you would see in medieval era movies. The floor was cold and damp, at least that’s all I could feel with my toes.
A shiver went down my spine as I felt someone breath on my neck. It had to be her, she finally came to let me out. *smack* I screamed, or at least tried to as I felt her hand spank my ass. I felt her nail tracing up my body, from the tip of my cock up too the tape covering my lips. *smack* She slapped me across the face.
She took out the ear plugs from my ears, the first time I could hear in I don’t know how long, but I still couldn’t see or speak. “Now why’d you have to be a bad boy yesterday?” She whispered into my ear. Yesterday? But it felt so much longer hanging here. I couldn’t respond, then I felt it.
*smack* I felt the paddle hit my ass, but I couldn’t scream. “I thought I told you” *smack* “you don’t cum, unless I say you can” *smack* “ but you decided to cum anyway” *smack*
She stepped in front of me, taking off my blindfold, she was dangling something metallic in front of my face. It took my eyes a few seconds to adjust, then I could see it, she held the chastity cage for my cock. “I thought we were passed using this, boy” she said as she slapped my chest.
She stood in front of me, staring into my eyes, but I couldn’t help but to check her out. She wore her black high heels, with her black leather skin tight pants, with fishnet tube top with nothing underneath. She wore her hair down, flowing down her shoulders, and wore her infamous dark red lip stick.
“Do you like what you see?” She asked. I nodded my head to say yes. “Well, too bad you can’t touch it, only good boys get to touch me” she exclaimed as she ripped the tape off my face. I still held her panties in my mouth until she told me to drop them, which I did.
“Now my little slave, what happens to bad boys who don’t listen?” “The mistress punishes the slave as she sees fit” I replied. “Well, at least you could remember that, too bad you couldn’t remember not to play with yourself” she said as she grabbed the whip and swung it at my chest, “I was actually going to let you feel the inside of my pussy, you had been such a good boy. No orgasm all week. You almost got a present for holding out that long” she stopped only to whip me again, “but you couldn’t control yourself. Now beg for forgiveness!” She whipped me again.
“The slave begs for your forgiveness mistress” *smack* “he shouldn’t have disobeyed the mistress” *smack* “the slave is willing to do anything so that maybe the mistress can forgive him” *smack* “use me as your personal fuck toy, mistress.” *smack*
“I think I will” she said as she whipped me again.
She put my collar around my neck, and attached her leash and put it in my mouth, then she strapped my leather muzzle onto my face. She then unlocked the cuffs holding me up in the air. I dropped down to all fours so she could lead me. “First good thing you’ve done all day” she said as she grabbed my leash, leading me out of the basement and out to the front yard. The mistress’s favorite form of punishment was humiliating me on front of the neighborhood while I was still completely naked.
She sat down in her favorite wooden chair, “take off my heels and massage my feet.” “Yes mistress” I replied as I took off her heels to massage her feet, and kiss them. “Stop, sit up” she commanded.
“Yes mistress.”
“Put your hands behind your back”
“Yes mistress”
She cuffed them together, then used her foot to push me onto my back, so that I was laying on the grass. She stood up, and started taking her leather leggings off her body, peeling it off of her juicy, luscious ass. She took them all the way off and of course, wasn’t wearing any panties. She then sat on my face, connecting my lips and her pussy lips.
“Pleasure me, and I’ll consider touching your pathetic cock.”
I could only muffle a yes mistress as I started to lick and suck on her pussy, finally, after weeks, I was able to get a taste of her sweet, sweet juices. She started to grind on my face, she also started to moan. “Well I guess we’re both enjoying ourselves” she said. I guess she noticed my cock, growing harder and longer.
She got up and flipped me over onto my stomach, then positioned her pussy in front of my face. “Eat” she said, “I didn’t want to get off looking at your undeserving cock.” She screamed in orgasm, I could feel her juices rush towards my face, covering it with her cum.
She stood up, grabbed my leash, and took me back inside, “you did a good job with your tongue, but now I want you to fuck me till I cum, and you better not cum either. Is that understood?”
“Yes mistress”
She took off my leash, leaving my collar on, but she left my hands handcuffed behind my back, “I don’t want you touching me.” She took a condom from her top drawer and put it over my still rock hard cock “oh, you thought you were actually going to be able to feel my insides? That’s only for good boys!”
“Yes mistress”
She took the panties that I wore earlier and stuffed my mouth again, and covered it with duct tape, “I don’t want to here you either, now fuck me” she said, as she laid on her back, missionary style, “oh I almost forgot” as she got up and put the gimp hood on my face, “I don’t want to see you either” again laying back into her position. She grabbed my cock and pulled me closer, guiding me into her warm, wet pussy.
I started thrusting into her, watching her face distort with pleasure, hearing her moans grow louder. She didn’t close the blinds and there was a crowd growing outside, peeking in, watching. I only got closer to the edge. I had to stop.
“About to cum are you? You better hold it in, cause I’m not done!” She exclaimed, grabbing my throbbing cock, pulling me back into her.
I thrusted, using every I had not to cum. Thank god she was getting close too, I could see it, and feel her pussy get wetter and tighter. Then finally, like a sweet release she screamed in orgasm as she came, thrusting herself into me, almost pushing me to the breaking point, but I held strong.
When she finally got up she inspected the condom, “No cum? Good job, I’m proud of you.” She led me back down to the basement and chained me back up.
“Only good boys get to cum”