Dude, the amount of reviews for chapter one totally mind fucked me. You guys are amazing! Epic A/N at the bottom. Hope you enjoy chapter two!
Wincing, I release a deep breath as the plastic closes around my cock snugly, but not too tight. Restricting enough that I won't get hard while it's on, but it's loose enough so that I'm not concerned with any circulation issues. My Master always makes sure that I'm well taken care of. He hurts me but he'll never harm me, and before him I didn't know there was a difference between the two.
This, however, is not a pain that I'm going to enjoy, not physically, anyway. Mentally, I get off on it just as much as I do any of our other arrangements because it makes me feel so fucking owned.
We had already discussed the risks that this contract would hold. I will ache, have the worst case a blue balls known to man, but as long as he milks my prostate regularly, there will be no lasting damage. Emotional issues will be another concern we have to watch out for; depression, agitation, fatigue, it's amazing what the lack of an orgasm can do to a body. And then there are the levels of punishment for the different offenses that could occur. We had many things to cover before we could even draw up the contract, let alone sign it. Some people would call me crazy, insane, stupid, but this is just as much for me as it is for him. I want to prove myself, though I know I don't really have too.
He knows that he fucking owns me.
"Do we need to talk, boy? You seem very distracted at the moment," he comments softly from his position between my legs. He's long finished with my cage, now he is just...admiring.
I smile but keep my eyes straight forward. "No, sir. Just...reflecting. Nothing to be concerned about."
"I'll be concerned if I want to be," he says, though his tone is light, teasing. When he stands, I lower my eyes, not only out of habit but also to inspect the newest addition to my body. "Beautiful, isn't it? I had this custom made."
He's right, it is beautiful. Instead of the clear plastic I had expected, the casing is hinted with black but still transparent enough so that my Master can check for any discoloration. The placement ring is silver, as well as the locking pins, which perfectly match the steel padlock that rests on top.
My heart swells with more emotion than I can name at the level of thought and time he's put into this device. "Thank you, Master. It's stunning."
In all honesty, I'm a spoiled sub. I've yet to see another Dom that dotes on their bottom the way Master Jasper does me. But just because I'm spoiled doesn't mean that I'm insolent. Sure, I make mistakes sometimes, but they are never deliberate, and I am always quick to make up for them. My Master deserves the best, and that's what I try to be.
As if reading my thoughts, he chuckles lowly as he cups my cheek. "You arespoiled, but spoiling you is one of my favorite things to do." He kisses my neck and my eyes close involuntarily, my body shivering from his gentle caress. "Plus," he continues as he bends over to pull my jeans back up my legs. "I know that if you ever decide to get bratty, I can always redden your ass. Which just so happens to be another one of my favorite things. It's really a win-win for me."
"Of course, sir," I snicker, then barely hide another wince when he fastens my jeans. The crotch is so tight now, though the cage isn't even visible through the material. It's mostly mental, simply knowing that it's there makes everything more intense, more sensitive.
"Does everything feel okay? Too tight? Too loose?"
"It's comfortable, sir."
"Hmmm. Let's see if you're still saying that in five minutes," he smirks, walking to the back of the playroom. "Strip," he demands as he shuffles through the toys on the shelves lining the wall. Eagerly, I unbutton the jeans he had just put on me and shove them down my legs, kicking them off my feet before quickly resuming my position. My eyes are focused on the ground but I know what he's grabbing and I love it and hate it at the same time.
My favorite flogger.
I love it because it feels so fucking goodwhen he teases my back and ass with it... but hate it because it never fails to make me hard as a fucking rock. I've had many orgasms brought on by that damn flogger, only now, an orgasm isn't an option.
I hear his voice close to me again. "We need to work on your ability to avoid an erection no matter how I'm stimulating your body. My cage will prevent it for the most part, but the small amount of room there is to grow can become rather painful if you don't learn to control your body's reaction."
His hand is skimming over my bare back, pushing down between my shoulders blades in a silent command to bend over and grab my ankles. Widening my stance, I get into position and grip my hands around my legs, trying to brace against the blows I know are soon to come. The same curl of pleasure I always get when he is near me is strong, but the desire to please my Master is stronger.
I can do this.
I will make him proud.
Bending over next to me, he licks at the shell of my ear then whispers, "After turning your back, ass and thighs a beautiful shade of pink, I'm going to lick and suck on your nipples, then I'm going to come on your face. You are not allowed to get hard. At all."
Before I can even contemplate his words, I feel the first kiss of the flogger on my upper back, right across my left shoulder blade and I moan, enjoying the sting as it blooms across my skin...then I remember his last words.
Fuck.
Let me rephrase; I'm going to try my hardest to make him proud. Right after I focus every bit of my energy on keeping my traitorous fucking cock from trying to stand at attention.
This is going to be hell.
What did you think? Hopefully it wasn't too boring.
Okay, so, remember when I said I had a gajillion plot bunnies running through my head? Well, I'm thinking about doing some type of contest. I know that Naelany and SorceressCirce(I think?) have already done a plot bunny contest and this would basically be the same thing except instead of prompts, the options to write for would be from the crazy, fucked up shit in my head. And trust me, some of the stuff I think about is insane lol. I'd want judges and banner makers...the whole nine. So, is this totally stupid and ridiculous? Idk. Let me know what you guys think.
Okay, I'm done rambling. Review?