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No matter how hard I try, I can't keep my eyes off of it. Such a simple object, something that everyone uses, every day of their lives, in one way or another. It's nothing special, but to me, right now, it's almost more important than air. As I sit on my couch, my gaze keeps drifting back to the coffee table directly in front of me, and more importantly, the object lying on it.

The key to my chastity device.

It's been fifteen days since my Master locked me up in my own little torture chamber. Fifteen days of celibacy, of no orgasms, I can't even fucking get hard. I honestly have no idea how I'm going to survive the year, especially with that fucking key taunting me, practically begging me to use it.

It would be so easy, too. I could unlock myself, lie back on my bed with a bottle of lube and a nice, thick dildo. I could stroke my cock nice and slow, unhurried. God, it'd feel so good, my hand massaging and rubbing every neglected inch of my dick, focusing on the sensitive spot just below the head, tickling it with my fingertip. I could slide that dildo deep inside me, watch my hard cock twitch against my stomach every time I tapped my prostate, feel the first dribble of precome splash onto my skin. Feel that delicious burn spread through me when I got close to shooting, making my toes fucking curl with the sheer euphoria. Fuck, and when I'd come, it'd be so hard. I'd fucking feel it everywhere. My back would arch, and I'd scream and pant and positively writhe...

Quickly, I reach over and grab my phone, punching in the numbers I know will reach the one person that can save me. After two rings, he answers and I immediately feel bad because I can tell that he was sleeping.

"Baby? What's wrong?" he asks groggily.

"Sir," I whisper, letting him know that I need my Master right now. As much as I love my boyfriend, sometimes I just need my owner.

Clearing his throat, I can hear him shifting, getting more comfortable. "Edward, are you okay?"

"Sir...I didn't mean to wake you, I'm so sorry. I just..." My words trail off, I'm unable to articulate what it is that I'm feeling right now.

"Just what, pet? Talk to me."

The command is what I need, and the dam breaks. "I ache so much, sir. I know it hasn't even been a month yet but...I want it so badly, Master. And this fucking key is sitting here, staring me in the fucking face, mocking me. I can't fucking take it anymore. I need you, and I need to come, and I need to feel a fucking hand on my cock, or a mouth...a fucking finger for all I care, just something. Anything, sir, please help me, let me-"

"Edward, breathe," he interrupts sternly. "Calm down and breathe."

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir."

He sighs heavily, and his disappointment feels tangible; a sick twist in the pit of my gut. "Why did I give you that key, boy?" he questions in a gentle voice.

"To remove my cage when I shower, sir. I'm only allowed to use it once a day," I answer immediately.

"And I'm assuming that you've already showered?"

Feeling like a scolded child, my shoulders slump and I mumble, "Yes, sir."

"Then why is the key still by you? I want you to put it away, bottom drawer of your dresser in your bedroom. You will take it out to unlock yourself for showers, then immediately put it back. Understood?"

"Yes, sir."

"We knew this was going to be hard, pet. The challenge is part of the submission, you know that. Do you want to use your safe word?" His tone is soft, concerned.

"Of course not, sir," I blurt quickly, needing to reassure him that this is what I want.

"I didn't think you would, boy, calm down. I was only checking."

We are silent for a moment, and I let the sound of his breathing soothe my nerves. He will get me through this. We've come a long way and he's always there, ready to catch me if I fall. My Master will always take care of me.

When he speaks again, his voice is deeper, rougher. "Our session tomorrow will ease the physical ache. Mentally, however...well, just make sure your overnight bag is packed. I foresee a bit of downtime needed when I'm through with you."

I can't help that needy groan that spills from me. "Master...I'm not sure how much more I can handle."

Our sessions have been relatively tame since my caging; simple floggings, light bondage, mostly just training scenes to keep my body under control. I'm not sure if I can handle anything more intense, I already feel like I'm losing my fucking mind.

"You'll handle whatever I want to give you," he says and the husky tone in his voice makes me squirm involuntarily, my hips rising off the couch even though there is nothing there to relieve the pressure. "We haven't had a hard session in awhile, and I think giving you some time in deep subspace will help with your mental struggles. Plus, I'm in the mood to give you some pretty welts."

By the time he's finished, my free hand is on my chest, pinching and twisting my nipples. I'm whimpering and moaning with every caress, unable to stop myself, though I know it's only going to make me ache worse. The mention of my Master bruising my ass makes my stomach clench in pleasure, but it makes my balls throb in pain.

God, I need to fucking come.

"My, my, you are worked up," he teases. "Then I guess you don't want to hear that Master Carlisle will be visiting us in two weeks."

My heart nearly fucking stops. I'll never fucking make it, the cage won't be able to stop me from shooting, I'll come completely untouched if Master Carlisle gives his sub free reign. I almost didn't survive the last time, when I actually hadpermission to come.

"Oh no, sir, please no. Please tell me he's coming alone," I beg, but deep down I know damn well Carlisle would never leave home without...

Chuckling, he says, "You know better than that. Seth will be here, too. In all of his flamboyant glory. And he's very eager about playing with you."

I am so fucking fucked.


Next chapter will pick up with their next session and we will finally see some real smut. Woohoo!

Oh, and the contest is a go! It's called Pimp My Bunnies and the contest page should be up this weekend. Anyone interested in making banners for the winners? How about being a judge? Let me know. :)

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