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.

The Castration Mind Fuck

Yesterday was day 93 and I am most certainly filled with energy from making it past 90 days.  The following is a fantasy that I have been working to refine in my mind:

It was day 301, I was sure of that.  I had been counting the days diligently since my Mistress had last allowed me an orgasm... the long 300 days ago.  The only other certain thing is that I would most certainly be allowed an orgasm today.  Mistress Page, not only a master of teasing and denial, was always faithful in keeping her promises.  So, the day I had hoped for was finally here.

To say it was difficult to concentrate at work would be an understatement.  I really am unsure of anything that I accomplished in my 8+ hours in the office, as all my mind was able to comprehend was my pending release.  As I rushed home from work, my excitement and imagination soared to new heights.  While I knew that I would be released from my ever so constrictive chastity tube and I knew for certain that I would be given an orgasm… how it would happen and what part, if any, I would have in deciding when and how the orgasm would come was always a mystery.  Mistress Page never failed to amaze me in the incredibly creative ways she found to bring me to orgasm in such a way as to hamper my enjoyment.

My last orgasm was still a strong memory burned into my mind, exactly as she intended.  The burning memory was a result of the deep heating rub that she covered my erect cock in just prior to placing a double layer of condoms over it to lock in the heat.  As if the burning sensation was not enough, the friction created as she rode my burning rod fully activated the deep heating sensation.  It was as if my penis was being roasted inside of her.  The greatest of the feelings came, however, as my orgasm burst down my urethra, mixing with the heating rub that had worked its way into the pathway, creating a new and most intense feeling… like my dick was actually breathing fire!

As I pulled into the garage, I cringed at the thought of the pain I would endure, just to orgasm again.  Mistress Page, never wanting to be boring, always ensured that each time was more painful and diabolic than the last.

I stepped through the door and was greeted with a smile and kiss by my loving wife, the benevolent alter ego of the demented Mistress Page.  It was as if she knew nothing of the significance of the night or of what evil plans her split personality had in store.  She happily went about chatting with me about her day as I changed from my shirt and tie of the work world into a more comfortable jeans and polo for relaxing in.  I didn’t want to spoil my time with the soft and demure nature of my wife, so I did not mention how distracted I was all day.  It was obvious that Mistress Page was somewhat in control as she explained to me that our sons had gone to a friend’s house to stay the night… leaving us with the house to ourselves.  I thought to myself that she must not want them to hear their father screaming in passion and pain.

After dinner was finished and the dishes were cleaned up, my wife encouraged me to enjoy some television while she went and prepared herself for the night.  My heart jumped as she walked out of the room, knowing that I would not see that soft and loving side of her again for a while.  I flipped through the channels, trying to find anything to distract me from the fantasies playing out in my head.  After about half an hour of channel surfing, I heard the bedroom door open and the voice of my wife, or was it Mistress Page, beckoning my in like a spider luring her prey into a binding web of doom.  Obviously I was not fearful enough, since I jumped from the couch and rushed into our room without a second thought.

As I entered the room, I was greeted by Mistress Page in all of her glory.  The stiletto heeled boots flowed up her legs to just under the knee cap, where black nylons emerged and followed the curves of her legs until they met with the garter straps from the black leather corset tightly fixed around her waist.  A spiked choker was the only other item of clothing that she wore or needed to be the perfect picture of a dominatrix.  I immediately began to undo my clothing and neatly folded them up instead of leaving them strewn around the room.  As I stripped down to just my chastity device, Mistress Page motioned for me to lie down on the bed.  I could tell from the positioning of the cuffs that I would be in a tight spread eagle for the night’s festivities.  Starting with my ankles and completing her task with my wrists, I was stretched out as taught as could be, locked to each corner of the bed.

Once my freedom was removed, so was my restraint… that is the restraint of my throbbing cock hidden beneath the chastity tube.  With the specialty key she always wore around her neck, she bent down and unlocked my prison.  I was free at last… in a manner of speaking.  Without any hesitation, my penis grew to its full erect size and strained for attention as Mistress Page moved to get a waiting warm washcloth.  This was something you never read about in all the fantasies… the need to clean up before playing.  The warmth of the cloth around me and the stroking motions as she cleaned me was nearly enough to send me over the edge.  Just before the moment of no return, she withdrew from the task, leaving me writhing in desire for more.  She headed out of the room, leaving me to gain control over myself.

After what seemed like an eternity, she returned and stood over my helpless body.  “Open your mouth,” were the first words she spoke to me since I entered the room.  Dutifully, I complied and was “rewarded” with her shoving something into my mouth.  I quickly realized that what was now preventing my speech was a pair of her socks.  From the strong scent and flavor, I guessed that they were well used.  “I know how much you dislike feet, so I figured I would encourage a change by allowing you to suck on my dirty socks tonight.  I have worn them all week, so they should be full of flavor for you.”  Her words confirmed my guesses.  To ensure that I was unable to dislodge the gag from my mouth, she expertly wrapped a compression bandage around my head, sealing it in place.

With my ability to speak taken away, I knew that I would have no say in anything else that would happen.  And that was just as I always wanted it to be.

Mistress Page’s attention was soon turned to my still engorged member, desperate for attention.  Not wanting to let it “down”, she eagerly began to play with it.  She stroked it slowly, running her fingernails over the tip and watching as I became made with desire.  Every time I was just at the point of orgasm, she would stop and allow me to calm back down.  The teasing went on until I had reached that point for the 30^th time and madness filled my eyes.  I was delirious and pleaded with my eyes and whimpers for relief.  Then she left me again, this time returning with a tube of something, a couple of condoms, and a cardboard box.  I feared what the tube might contain, remembering the pain from the previous orgasm.  Without explanation, Mistress Page began to rub the cream all over my erection.  I waited, expecting a burning sensation to emerge, but instead I felt a unique tingling.  Then, as she began to unroll the first of the condoms on me, I realized what was happening… my sensations were being taken away by a numbing cream.  I barely felt the second condom as it was rolled over my still erect member.

Once my once free body part was completely covered in latex, Mistress Page produced a rubber band, when she fastened around the base of the condom.  As she did so, she commented “we wouldn’t want you losing interest, now would we…”  The band was tight enough to reduce blood flow and maintain the erection, but not enough to completely cut it off.

It was only after your preparations were complete that Mistress Page began to explain her plan to me.

“Well, my dear slave, it has been 300 days since your last orgasm.  I hope that you are ready for what is to come… I can assure you that today’s orgasm will be the greatest orgasm of your life and perhaps the last.”  A confused look spread across my face as I digested the words… did she intend to lock me up for good after today?  I was certain that I was not ready for permanent chastity… but what choice did I have?

Without any other explanation, Mistress Page mounted my erection and began to ride me.  I felt the pressure of her body against mine, but no stimulation at all along my cock.  It was maddening to watch her riding me, but feel nothing.  Within 5 minutes, her face tensed as a massive orgasm overtook her.  As her eyes opened again, an evil smile spread across her face.

“Well, I have good news and bad news for you.  The good news is that according to everything I have read online, that numbing cream will only last for another 20 to 25 minutes.  That means that if you can make it till then, you will get that orgasm you want so much.”

“The bad news,” she said as she opened the cardboard box sitting next to her and pulled out a strange device, similar to an odd set of pliers, “is that I have decided to castrate you.”  I immediately struggled against my bonds as my mind raced, wondering if Mistress Page had finally lost her mind.  “Relax or I will just castrate you and not give you any chance at pleasure,” she demanded.  As I stopped struggling, she continued to explain “You see, my dear, this is an elastrator.  It is used to castrate goats and should work perfectly for you.  Once I place this green band around your sack, the circulation will be cut off.  After about 15 or 20 minutes, the damage will be permanent and your lovely balls will be ready to fall right off.”

“So, it will be a challenge for you, won’t it… try to get out one last orgasm before your balls are dead for good.” With that, Mistress Page widened the jaws of the device and pulled my entire scrotum through the green rubber ring.  With and evil grin she mounted me, with her back to my face and released the band.  “You’re fucked now my little chastity slave… You always say how much you dislike the “sissy play”, but now you will have no choice but to be my little sissy. After all, what kind of man is ball-less?”

As the ring snapped around my balls, I felt the most intense pain.  I could truly feel the band cutting into me, severing my blood flow.  I tried to concentrate only on the one thing I had left… the chance for one last orgasm.  Mistress Page sensed my change in focus and began riding me once again.  Frustration and pain was all that I could feel.  After her 4^th orgasm, Mistress Page slowed to examine her work.

“You should see the deep purple color this has become… I think this might be working faster than expected.  It has only been 11 minutes and I doubt you will have any balls left by the time the numbing agent wears off.  I guess you should be more careful what you wish for in the future.”

Her excitement at what she was doing to me showed as she returned to fucking me feverishly.  A spark of hope washed over me as Mistress Page exploded into her 5^th orgasm.  I was starting to feel the friction again!  The extreme pains in my balls, however, lead me to fear that the sensation was returning too late.  

“Oh my, they are more blackish blue now… I guess it is pretty much over for you sissy!” She exclaimed as she pounded to a 6^th orgasm.  I nearly fell unconscious from the pain and pleasure as my body built to the point of a massive orgasm.  The only thought on my mind was to reach that last release.

“It has been 30 minutes… you are too late!” Mistress Page exclaimed.  As she did, I felt my one last release exploding out of my body.  It was as if my whole body was giving up all it had in this one final orgasm.  As my body spasm and pushed my semen out, I become unaware of what was happening around me.  

Suddenly, the painful constriction in my scrotum was gone and I felt the most intense pain ever.  Was this it, I thought to myself, were the nerves finally dead?  As my head cleared, I realized the pain was not the death of my balls, but the feeling of blood rushing back through to them.  I looked at Mistress Page with confusion once again and saw her smiling a gentle and warm smile.

“I guess they didn’t die after all… In truth, I don’t think I am ready to cut those off just yet… maybe at your next orgasm though.”  With that, my orgasm was completed… and I was locked again.  “Let’s see how desperate you are in 600 days,” Mistress Page commented as she closed and locked the chastity device on me once again.