He lay, lost in a world of overwhelming sensation that had forced him to shut down to the point where every moment of pleasure and every moment of pain is an indistinguishable ache or throb.
Miss Doll has had him bound, his knees bent and his ankles tied to his thighs with tight wraps of rope, while his arms are tied together behind his back.
He lay on the floor with some comfort due to some large cushions beneath him, that Miss Doll has generously provided due to the nature of his position.
A large vibrating plug pulsating in her ass. At first, it was painful and then pleasurable and then a mixture of both but after what he imagined was the first hour it became a nonsensical ache and throb.
Her cock was caged and swollen, pressed tightly against its silicone prison, filled with blood at the arousal from it all, her touch, the restraint, the plug and of course that Miss Doll had given him her time and attention.
He also had his ball gag in, tied a little tighter than usual, it restricted his breathing a little more due to the tightness and because he was on his back. His saliva pooled in his mouth and he had to constantly gulp to swallow it or if he could he would push as much as he could out past the gag and it would pour down his cheeks and puddle at the back of his head.
Miss Doll entered the room. Her magnificent presence stimulated him, humbling and sharpening all his senses so that the pleasure and pain returned to their distinct heights.
He looked up to the ceiling as he knew not to move until she commanded.
She spoke, “Look at me.”
He could just about lift his head and strain his eyes to see her.
And what a vision she was.
The beauty of her face with that natural resting bitch expression that frequently would transform into coquettish glee.
Her slim yet curvaceous frame was enough to make any man ache just at the sight of it. And that she wrapped it so well in various concoctions of lace, denim, cotton, PVC, leather and whatever else took her mood, her want and her whim.
He lay looking at her, almost choking on his own saliva as he lifted his head to see her.
Her cock pressed into the cage as it was stimulated just at her presence, he could feel the flesh of it push out of the gaps as it fought for freedom.
She walked up to him, looked down at him.
Gracefully she bent down and got to her knees but still keeping her superior position above him. She knelt between his legs.
She roughly but with appropriate care began to unlock the cage, she slid it off of the ring and pulled it away.
Strands of pre-cum linked from her cock to the cage as she pulled it away, glistening like viscous ropes of fluid, some eventually snapped and fell away as she moved to place the cage on the floor.
All the time she would make eye contact with him when not focusing on her work.
Her cock was now hard, the blood of arousal quickly filling its length and girth.
It stood rock solid as she grabbed it firmly with her hands.
Her eyes were alive with her fire as she maintained eye contact and she flicked her tongue out to taste just the tip of her cock as she held it.
The dark raging red and purple head of her cock now contrasted against the gentle pink of her devilish tongue.
She flicked it out again, collecting drops and strands of pre-cum as it continued to seep and flow.
She then begun to stroke her cock slowly at first but then quickly building speed. Using the pre-cum as lube she pumped her cock with her hands. All the time looking directly into his very being as their eyes locked.
He began to squirm as the climax built inside of him. Fighting against his restraints, not to free himself from her but to distract himself from the waterfall of pleasure that was inside him, raging to get out.
A smirk spread across her lips and stoked the fire in her eyes as she continued to work her cock.
He was now moaning and groaning like a rabid animal caught in the most perfect trap. Choking more on his saliva with each growl that escaped his mouth.
She looked at him now with a look daring him to cum without consent as he fought hard against the pure pleasure of Miss Doll bringing him to climax.
As he raged internally and externally resisting the orgasm that burned from his core to the surface of his skin, suddenly the pleasure stopped.
It was replaced with a sharp, hard pain in her cock.
His groans and moans instantly turned to a shriek and whimpers as Miss Doll squeezed her cock hard.
Her perfectly kept nails dug into the swollen flesh of her cock as it withered in her grasp.
The torrent of orgasm inside him began to dissipate as the new sensation became his reality.
Her smirk had spread to a smile that flashed the pearls of her teeth that matched the deviant glint in her eyes.
She quickly picked up the cage and with the same roughness and equal care returned her cock to its prison.
It quickly began to fill with blood again and press against the walls of its confinement.
She stood and turned away and exited the room as he lay there, breathless, choking and still softly whimpering.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wfr0ia/his_submission_iii