by Cole Denton
“Yes, Mistress Elise,” Andrew said with a bit of pep in his tone as he knelt at the foot of the bed. “May I remove your boots?”
“You may,” I answered his question. I bit the inside of my mouth so that he wouldn’t see me smiling. I had been amused by him falling in line.
Andrew slowly unzipped my leather boots and removed them. He gave each foot a brief rub down from the heel to my toes. It felt wonderful. I closed my eyes as he ran his hands up my legs. Andrew kneaded my skin with a slight bit of pressure as he moved his hands down my legs and then back up.
“Mmm,” I quietly hummed while smiling. Andrew was good with his hands.
As his hands worked higher, I became more and more relaxed. He slid his thumbs under the leg band of my panties and began to slide them down. I knew that he was going the speed that he was because he was testing the waters with me.
With my panties off, the cool air of the room reminded me of just how wet my pussy was. Andrew put a hand behind my left knee and then took hold of my heel with his other hand. He guided my leg to bend, and then he set my heel on top of the wooden footboard of the bed. Andrew repeated the process with my right leg, and then he slid his hands under my back. He lifted me up and pulled me down toward him, so my ass was at the very edge of the bed.
“You have such a pretty pink pussy, Mistress Elise,” Andrew said just before he flattened his tongue against my wet slit.
My heart raced as his expert tongue moved over my pouty pussy lips. He teased me with that tongue until he practically had me begging him to suck my clit. Thankfully, I didn’t have to beg. Andrew’s lips finally suctioned over my aching, swollen clit. His tongue darted out here and there, while other times, he simply licked. When I felt him insert a finger into my pussy while he worked on my clit, I grabbed his hair and held his face against me.
“God, Andrew!” I moaned as my head writhed from side to side. “God, don’t stop!”
“Yes, Mistress Elise,” he mumbled.
I stared at the ceiling for a few moments, trying to regain my composure and my breath. I was being very careful not to tell myself that I had never come like that before because I didn’t want to start blending experiences from Jacob with Andrew. But fuck, that had been pretty damn amazing.
9
Andrew
I tried to arch my back and stretch when I woke up, but I was quickly reminded that I had been handcuffed to my new bed. I slowly stretched my legs out until the backs of my mid-thighs rested against the rough edge of the pallet. I smiled as the motion naturally flexed my ass muscles, and I could still feel the paddling from last night.
Though I welcomed the sting and delightfully uncomfortable feeling of a deeply bruised ass, I also noticed the overwhelming urge to have to go to the bathroom. I glanced down at my cock that was still encased in the clear cock cage. The head of my dick was exposed from the end of the cock cage, and each time I stretched, I could feel the acrylic nodules from the cock cage tease the underside of my head. The feeling was one that I loved and had been searching for for so long.
Humiliation.
I craved the feeling of being controlled, punished, and humiliated. James had given me doses of it, and I loved that, but since him, I hadn’t found anyone who could make me feel like a sexy bad boy…except for Elise.
As I lay on the wooden pallet bed, I pushed my hips forward so that I could feel the nodules of the cock cage, along with my sore ass against the wooden slats again. The feeling of being “bad” and needing to be punished sent waves of pleasure through my body. The fact that I was in the cock cage so that I couldn’t get an erection made me even hornier.
My mouth had earned me a small blanket last night. Actually, it was more like the size of a throw that people put on their couches to snuggle up and watch movies with. Instead of using it to cover me or set over the wooden slats to make for a softer sleeping area, I had balled it up and used it as a pillow. For a moment, I imagined Elise snuggled up with me watching the latest James Bond flick, or some dumb romantic comedy. Whatever she’d select for us. Or maybe she’d be snuggled up in the blanket, and I’d be sitting on the floor. Before bed last night, she told me that the furniture was not for me; the floor was for me.
Fuck, I really needed to pee.
I moved around and stretched more, this time making a little more noise. I had hoped to get her attention so she could uncuff me. I watched with hope as Elise rolled over from the center of her bed toward the side of the bed. When her eyes opened, I smiled.
“Good morning, Mistress Elise,” I greeted.
Elise sat up in bed, treating my eyes to her beautiful body. Now that she was sitting up, I realized how blinding the sunlight was as it came through the windows. The sunlight threw rays of light around her body and made her appear as a shadow. Last night after she came, she had me help her out of her corset before she cuffed me to my bed. She slept naked, and there wasn’t anything sexier to me than a woman who slept in the nude. She stared down at me with a hint of a smile on her face as her eyes roamed my body.
“Did you sleep well, Mistress Elise?” I asked.
“Oh, yes. I slept perfectly. It would seem that my plaything has a very useful mouth.”
Since she had been pleased and was now complimenting me, I thought this was the opportune time to tell her about my need for the bathroom.
“Mistress,” I began. I stretched again mainly so she would look at my body and take pity on me for urgently needing to pee. “Mistress Elise, I badly need the bathroom. May I be uncuffed from my bed?”
There. I used the method that James had taught me years ago about needs. Clearly express a need and follow it up with what your desire is to have that need met. James had told me that most Doms or Tops would be pleased with their bottom expressing a need and their assessment of what they wanted, or needed, in order to have that need met. I have had good experience with this tactic.
Elise moved toward the edge of the bed and stretched her foot out toward me. She used her foot to push the cock cage and my dick around. Then she ran her toe around the exposed head of my dick.
“What, does my plaything have to pee? Does this make it uncomfortable?” Elise asked while she moved her foot around my dick.
“Yes, Mistress Elise. I need to pee.”
She got off the bed but didn’t reach for the keys on the nightstand. Instead, she crouched beside me and lightly pressed a hand around my lower abdomen.
“How about this? Does this make you uncomfortable?” she continued to press her hand on my abdomen, making me squirm a bit. “Hmm, does it?”
“Yes, Mistress. It’s making me physically uncomfortable,” I explained.
The truth of the matter was that mentally I was in heaven with this kind of control and play. I was her bad boy that needed to be punished and cuffed to a bed. The mental and emotional teasing and humiliation was like music to my ears.
“What about this?” Elise surrounded the head of my dick with her fingertips and then tauntingly dragged them slowly from the crown to the tip. “Does this make you uncomfortable?”
“Mmm,” I moaned and closed my eyes.
I loved to be taunted and teased. Elise kept doing it as she prompted me again.
“Well, does it make you uncomfortable, Andrew?”
“I like it, Mistress Elise. It feels good,” I admitted.
Mentally, I was working on pushing away the feelings of having to go to the bathroom and was trying to focus on the excitement of the taunting and teasing.
“I enjoy making you feel uncomfortable, Andrew.”
“I enjoy it too, Mistress Elise.”
“So, I’m guessing that if I did this,” she started to say as she lowered her head.
With wide eyes, I watched her lick the head of my dick. It was quite possibly the most erotic dick lick I had ever experienced. As gently as she could, she closed her lips around the head. Elise tugged my head forward before she slipped her teeth between the nodules of the cock cage an
d the underside of my dick. Slowly, she moved her jaw from side to side. This slowly moved her teeth along the sensitive places that the nodules from the cock cage had been pressing against. Elise stopped moving her jaw and swirled her tongue around my dick head. She muscled that sexy tongue between the slit on the head and made a quick flicking motion.
Here I was, trapped in this bad boy cock cage, being taunted and teased. I fucking loved it and was ready to go through the roof.
Elise pulled her mouth away and moved back into her crouched position while her fingertips went back to teasing my dick head. I stretched again with a smile.
“Thank you, Mistress Elise.”
“Yes, you’re welcome, my toy. You’re quite a delicious sight to wake up to.”
Elise stopped playing with my dick and patted my lower abdomen before she leaned toward the nightstand and grabbed the keys to my cuffs. I smiled at her as she released the cuffs from my wrists. As I lowered my arms and sat up, I watched her eyes roam my face. I got self-conscious and scrubbed my hand over my mouth.
“What? Do I have drool or something?” I playfully asked.
Elise reached out and scratched the raw stubble that had grown in overnight.
“Just looking at my toy.” She pinched my cheek that she had slapped three times last night. “You are too cute.” She stood and grabbed her pink silk robe from the end of her bed and put it on. “Come on, my toy. I can’t have you pissing all over the place.”
“I’m housebroken,” I jokingly offered up.
“Well, that’s good to hear.”
I followed her to the guest bathroom in the hallway. Once I saw the toilet, I became manic and had to go urgently. I hurried to it, lifted the lid and seat, and my stream started quickly. I had pissed before while wearing cock cages, so this wasn’t new for me. What was new for me, came next though. While I was still peeing, Elise stood behind me, reached around and took hold of my cock cage. She began to move it to the left and right, causing my urine to hit the side of the bowl.
“If you make a mess, Andrew, you will be punished after you clean it up.”
I realized this as a control game. I was able to stop my pee stream as Elise moved my cock to the far left. If I were still peeing, I’d be peeing way outside of the bowl. Elise moved my dick back to the center of the bowl just as a few drops fell from my dick and landed safely in the bowl. Elise laughed and then swatted my ass.
“Finish peeing,” Elise instructed and then left the bathroom.
She came back as I was washing my hands.
“I want you to take a shower and wash this handsome body. Take care of your usual morning routine and then meet me in the kitchen. I expect you to be naked and kneeling to the left of the chair in front of the place setting.”
“Yes, Mistress Elise.”
“Do you have any questions?”
“No, Mistress Elise.”
She unlocked the cock cage and freed my cock. The air felt good, and I reached down to give it a stroke as she watched.
“Behave in the shower, my toy. You are free to use the shower gel and shampoo products that are in the shower caddy,” Elise said as she left the bathroom again.
“Thank you, Mistress Elise,” I called out after her.
I went to the garage to get my toothbrush and toothpaste. While the shower water warmed, I brushed my teeth. In the shower, I braced my hands on the shower wall and let the water roll down my back. After I washed my hair, I poured some shower gel on the sponge Elise said I could use and began working the lather on my body.
As I ran the sponge over my ass, I realized how raw it was from the paddling last night. Though I hissed, I was very content. I spent some time slowly washing my dick and balls. It wasn’t difficult at all to achieve an erection while I washed.
She hadn’t told me not to come. She merely said for me to behave. Coming would be okay, I determined. I daydreamed of being paddled last night while wearing the cock cage as I stroked myself to an orgasm.
“Fuck,” I murmured.
As my cock relaxed, I made sure that cum hadn’t landed on the shower wall. I hurried to finish my shower and then dried off. I took my toothbrush and toothpaste back to the garage and set it in my box. Eventually, she will relax, and I’ll be able to keep my toothbrush and hair stuff in the guest bathroom.
I was in a great mood. Hungry, but in a great mood. With a bit more confidence in my step, I made my way to the kitchen. I was excited and eager to see what the day would bring. I didn’t have to work today, so I was definitely ready to be used and toyed with.
The kitchen was quiet when I arrived. I took the spot on the floor to the left of the chair, where she told me to wait. As I knelt there quietly, I could hear a hairdryer in the distance. She must have taken a shower too and was drying her hair.
I glanced at the refrigerator and really took in the surroundings. The fridge had several magnets that all had something to do with firefighters. There was a magnet for the fire association, a few different fire hat magnets in yellow, red and black, and what looked to be a ceramic fire truck.
Above the cabinets, large mugs, or steins, lined the kitchen. They either had a large fire association symbol or a fire truck that had number 94 on them. Many said the year on them along with “Station 94.”
On the wall above the window by the kitchen sink, there was a clock that had fire hoses for the hands. The window ledge above the sink was lined with shot glasses that had fire trucks on them.
Clearly, firefighter pride was prevalent here.
Elise came into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and pulled out an individual container of yogurt. She went to the pantry and brought out a loaf of bread and set it next to the toaster.
“Do you like yogurt, Andrew?”
“Yes, Mistress Elise,” I replied.
“You may pick out a yogurt cup and resume your place on the floor. Would you like some toast?”
“Yes, Mistress Elise, thank you,” I said as I hurried to the fridge.
I looked over my options and picked out the strawberry banana one. It was also the flavor that she had the most of, so I thought it was a safe selection. With my yogurt cup in hand, I returned to the floor beside her empty chair.
Elise set a plate of toast and two small glasses on the table before she retrieved a container of juice and a butter dish from the fridge. She handed me a spoon before she sat down and began to eat. We ate in silence for a few minutes before she finally spoke.
“Do you like butter on your toast, Andrew?”
“Yes, please, Mistress Elise,” I replied and closed my mouth around the last spoonful of yogurt.
She buttered the toast and handed me a slice, then she went back to eating. Elise looked a little sad as she ate. Lonely, I think. Even though I was right here to keep her company, she wasn’t letting me in yet. I kept telling myself it was temporary, and soon enough, she would let me in. I looked around the kitchen and decided to take a risk and jump start a conversation.
“I like the clock above your sink,” I said and glanced at her when she hadn’t said anything in response.
“Did you eat your toast?” she finally asked flatly.
“Yes, Mistress Elise. Thank you for the toast.”
Avoidance. She still was grieving the loss of her husband, and obviously talking about anything related to him upset her. I was like that too when I lost my mom and brothers. I had my dad and friends to help me get through it. A friend who understood what she was going through would help Elise. I would be that friend.
“Please clear the dishes and clean up the kitchen. Then you may go get one of your books and meet me in the living room. I have an appointment this afternoon to have my hair done and plan to read until then,” Elise said as she walked out of the kitchen.
“Yes, Mistress Elise,” I acknowledged.
I quickly took care of putting the dishes in the dishwasher and cleaning out the crumbs from the bottom of the toaster. When I hurried through the living room, Elise
was already lounging on the couch with a blanket and a book. I grabbed one of the novels that my brothers gave me and returned to the living room.
Elise set her book down when I entered the living room and motioned for me to come closer. From the couch cushion next to her, she picked up a cock cage that appeared to be made of silver metal rings. Just the sight of it in her hands made me begin to harden. My heartbeat began to pick up when she opened it. She reached out and took hold of my cock and pulled me closer by my shaft. I instantly felt like a dirty man that needed punishment, and I had only hoped that she would—
“Playthings must remain in cock cages. If I want to see your cock hard, I’ll remove it from the cage. I don’t want to see you roaming around with an out of control erection all of the time,” she explained.
Music to my ears.
I hid my smile as she pulled my dick head through the open bottom. Like the clear acrylic one, this metal one also had an opening at the end for my head to poke through.
“Once you can show me that you won’t make a mess in the bathroom, we can try some other cages. I have several that have closed up ends,” Elise said as she snapped the cage shut around my shaft.
The idea of being at someone else’s mercy for a basic bodily function was exciting. I could feel myself begin to swell against the metal rings of the cock cage. Being talked to as if I wasn’t capable of not pissing on the floor was exhilarating. I knew it was hard for many people to grasp this concept, but James had told me that sometimes you can’t control what you are drawn to.
“Yes, Mistress. I won’t make a mess in the bathroom. I will show you that I can behave and keep the area clean.”
“We’ll see.” Elise sat back against the cushion and picked her paperback up again. She patted the front of the cushion that her legs were resting on. “You may sit here and read.”
I stared at the spot on the floor, and before I sat down, I glanced at the fireplace and then at the blanket she had wrapped around her.
