Like Rabbits

Today is the 115th day of my lock-up.  To celebrate, I have decided to share another of my erotica fantasy writings.

"Like Rabbits"

Mistress Page had been telling me all week that today would be all about me getting some penetration.  The thought of finally being able to be inside of her, after 6 weeks in locked in my chastity device, was driving me crazy.  This had been, by far, the longest we had ever gone in chastity since we started 4 months ago.  I was already starting to worry that I would go without any relief for a full 2 months… and the idea of that was overwhelmingly arousing.  But when she told me “This Friday, we are going to screw like rabbits,” I was beyond excited.  Looking back now, I thought that I had just about blown the deal on Wednesday, when I made a rather stupid comment… the sad thing is that I don’t even remember what was said, but I most certain do remember the look on her face.  Thursday brought a sigh of relief when Mistress Page was, once again, talking about how much fun we would have Friday.

When Friday finally came around, I had difficulty paying attention to just about anything at work.  My mind was so absorbed with imagining what would come that night… assuring myself that at least I knew one thing that was going to “come”.  When I got home from work, Mistress Page was doing everything in her power to tease me.  Brushing up against me, whispering “Are they in bed yet?” in my ear, and caressing my arms… It was a surprise that I was able to make dinner without burning down the house.  Finally, after what felt like 10 hours, the boys were in bed asleep and it was time for the excitement to begin.

We both retired to the bed room and I nearly tore my clothing off.  In seconds I was down to nothing, save the shiny silver tube that had replaced my penis so many weeks ago.  As I looked at the bed, I noticed that the leather cuffs were in the middle of the bed, instead of tied to the headboards.  I was a little confused, but trusted that you had a plan.  Oh boy, did she have a plan…

Before Mistress Page even undressed, she was directing me to put the ankle and wrist cuffs on.  Securing each with a lock, I expected her to turn your attention to the steel between my legs, but instead she locked my wrists together and led me to the foot of the bed and instructed me to stand there, facing the bed.  “First, let’s take care of punishing you for your comment on Wednesday,” she said as my ankles were spread apart and tied off to the feet.  Next, Mistress Page threaded a rope through the lock between my wrists, till the halfway point, and then she pulled the ends towards to head of the bed.  Pulling, Mistress Page stretched me out across the bed until my chest is forced down into the bed.  With one last tug, she was satisfied that I was properly immobilized, so Mistress Page tied off the rope in some sort of a makeshift complex knot.  I watched her moving off the bed… but my ability to watch any more was taken away from me as she fastened the blindfold across my eyes.

The way Mistress Page had positioned me, made my rear a prime target for whatever she decided to strike it with.  I knew what she would choose though… my nemesis and her favorite item, the wooden spoon.  With the first wooden smack against my bottom, I knew for certain that I was correct. 

“So, how many days have you been locked up without an orgasm?” she asked.  In my head, I worked to count the days.  As another slap of the spoon stung my skin, Mistress Page urged me on, saying “Come on, sweetie, do the math!”  I blurted out “42 days”, hoping I counted correctly.  “Sorry, but yesterday was 42, today is your 43^rd day,” she announced.

“And, I would think that after 43 days without a chance to play with your penis would help you to remember that I am in control and stupid comments are not welcome” Mistress Page continued.  “Perhaps 43 nice and hard swats with the spoon will burn the concept into your memory.”  And with that, she proceeded to whack away at my rear.  I could feel it becoming redder and redder as the burning sensation developed into a raging fire.

Finally, the pounding stopped.

“There you go, that red will turn a nice purple… maybe even black and blue” Mistress Page commented as she stepped back to admire her work.

The pain, as intense as it was, only fed my hunger for the “screwing like rabbits” she had promised me.  My punishment over, I anticipated what I thought would come next… that I would be released from the bent over position and be brought onto the bed so that she could ride me.  But I was not released from my position.

After a few moments of trying to figure out where Mistress Page was and what she was doing, I finally had a hint.  I felt the bed in front of me move down as she climbed up onto the bed.  It was then that I felt her hand on the top of my head, her fingers slowly tightening around my hair, then the upward pulling as she pull my head back.  As my mouth opened, I felt the phallic rubber of the strap-on pressed into it.

“Suck it good, get it nice and wet so that we don’t need any lube when we screw like rabbits my sweetie” Mistress Page said as she literally fuck my mouth with the strap-on.  I almost gag several times as she press forward to the back of my throat.  Seemingly satisfied, she finally stopped the assault on my mouth… but my hopefulness for relief was gone as I felt her move off of the bed.

I knew at that point that Mistress Page had no intention of allowing me inside of her…  I was the one to be penetrated.  As my mind went over what was said and what I knew, I felt her hand pulling at my hair once again.  As my mouth opened, I felt my mouth being filled with, what felt like, a pair of panties.  “Those should keep you entertained… I have been wearing them to the gym all week, so they must taste like me.”  I could smell and taste the weeks’ worth of sweat that permeated the fabric, confirming her words.  Next I felt Mistress Page wrapping the ace bandage around my head as the panty lodged securely in my mouth.

The very next sensation I felt was a pressure in my rear.  Firm and forceful, I could feel my body being violated by the extension of her body.  Unlike when we had played before, there was a great deal of friction… a shiver of terror ran through me as I realized that she was holding true to what she had warned me of before… “I guess you didn’t get it wet enough sweetie, you should have tried harder,” she said, almost as if she was listening to my thoughts, “this is going to be rough on you… but at least you will learn another lesson.”

I bore down on the pungent cloth filling my mouth as the invader continued to press into me.  Finally, the pushing stopped as her body came into contact with tender flesh of my rear, still burning from the torment of the spoon.  The fire reignited as Mistress Page rubbed her body against mine.  Just when I thought that I had felt every sensation possible, she began to slowly pull back out of me.  The friction of the items withdraw was even more intense then the penetration.

As the tip of the strap-on slid out of me, I felt a cold sensation sliding down my crack.  Finally there was some comfort to come to me as the lubricant spilled over the strap-on and my now burning hole.  “I don’t want to tear you up too much when I fuck you hard, so I think I will be nice and add a little extra lubricant to the mix” she explain.  I was so thankful for the generosity… I sighed a giant breath of relief and tried to thank her through the gag, but all that came out was a strange “mmmph muuuhhhh” sound.

With the addition of lubricant, the in an out motion became a great deal easier on both of us.  The resistance was less for her and the pain was less for me.  Soon, a fluid motion developed as Mistress Page got into a stride sliding in and out of me.  Every once in a while, she would thrust extra hard and bury it deep into me as her body slammed against my bruised bottom.

The rabbit like action continued for what felt like an hour.  Finally, I felt Mistress Page slowing as she tired.  With one last thrust, her body bent forward over mine and I felt the most delicate kiss in my back, sending a sensational shiver throughout my body.  “I love screwing like rabbits, don’t you sweetie?” she asked as she pulled the extension of herself from me.  “mmmph” is all that you could make out, but in my mind the response was “oh YES!”

Just as I began to think things were winding down (things other than the incredibly intense horny feelings that were racing through me) Mistress Page surprised me again.  My well used hole once again had a pressure against it.  It was a different type of pressure though… more controlled and precise.  I realized that she was pressing a butt plug into me.  I felt a popping sensation as the first part of the plug moved past my muscular ring, only to find that another, wider, portion was still to come.  My body stretched to accommodate the steady stretching from the pressure.  Just at the point in which I felt that I was being ripped in half, the widest portion pushed past into me and my body pulled it further into me, clamping down on it.

“There you go, sweetie, something to keep you entertained while I finish entertaining myself.  Oh, just thought you should know… the butt plug was covered in icy hot…” Mistress Page said to me as I started to feel a new burning sensation.

I feel her, once again, moving onto the bed in front of me.  This time, she only touched me to remove the blindfold.  The image I saw as my sight was returned to me was so truly beautiful and arousing.  Mistress Page sitting there, legs slightly spread with her favorite rabbit vibrator in hand.  All I can do is watch her pressing it inside of her luscious pussy as my ass burned and my cock strained at its steel prison… jealous of the toy in Mistress Page’s hand.  “After 43 days, I am sure you would love to be in here” she teased as her body built to a giant orgasm.  As she exploded in your orgasm, she uttered these final words to end the night “with an orgasm like that, I could easily go another 43 days… maybe even longer…”  I moan, knowing that this is what I asked for.