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I know it has been some time since I last posted, but I finally got my groove back and I wanted to finally finish off this series.

Or not.

SoD

It was still dark out when he woke up. The pain was excruciating. The device digging its way into his swollen cock. He was bent over double as he struggled into the main bathroom and into the shower. The cold water did the trick, though it took longer than he expected. He tried to go back to sleep, but awoke again a short time later racing back into the shower. He spent the rest of the night trying to keep from getting hard, but the more he thought about his device the more excited he got.

By the time the sun came up he had taken another shower and took a swim in the pool four times. He began breakfast when he heard her in the other shower. He was tired and cold from his restless night. Naked except for his new metal cage. Daring him to test its strength. Mocking his plight.

He had just finished setting the table when she entered the room. Wearing nothing but a floral silk robe and simple necklace with a single key as a pendant. He spied her ample cleavage and long shapely legs. He fought off his urges as his cock began to stir. A nervous energy surged through him as when he first got up the nerve to ask her out to dinner. "Good morning honey."

"Good morning!" she gave him a peck on the cheek and a long embrace. Her robe slid across the head of his dick causing an instant reaction. "Oh my. I'm sorry. I forgot you had your new device on." She let go and sat down. After he calmed down he served her breakfast and waited on her for the entire meal. She would purposely interrupt him while he was eating for any trivial thing she could think of. More coffee, more toast. Different jam. Another egg, a fresh plate. Judging his reaction. He jumped at every request without hesitation.

When they were finished he nervously cleared his throat. "Tweets, I know you've been so good to me and I've feel bad about neglecting you. I mean. . . I . . . Well, you've done so much and I should have been more attentive to your needs. It's just that. . . Well, I know you would have liked our honeymoon better if we. . . You know. . . consummated it like. . ."

"Like what? We did consummate it. Don't you remember our first night on the balcony?" she paused for a moment. "Did you forget that you asked me to take you, no, to fuck you, remember, to be your first?" she held out her coffee cup for a refill, which he did without a word. "And what do mean a better honeymoon? I loved our tropical paradise. Didn't you? I loved every moment. Giving my groom everything he asked for. Never refusing him once."

Her tone began to change. "Night after night. Trying to satisfy him. Now would it have been nice to have gotten fucked half as good as I did you, but you weren't able to satisfy your bride like that were you? Did you once ask if you could at least use the strap-on? Once, just once?" He sat dumbfounded. "Did you? Did you once ask to eat my pussy?"

"I. . ."

"DID YOU?"

"No."

"No. Of course not. You were too busy enjoying yourself. Weren't you?" she leaned in and pointed a finger at him. "And don't tell me you didn't."

He thought of the lust filled nights they spent together. When he, with all of his pent up passion, begged to be taken. "Yes." he said sheepishly. His cock began to swell and the teeth dug in quickly.

"Yes, oh so selfishly. Just like before. Just like in college. Always about you."

The previous night and his denial was taking its toll on his train of thought. "Tweets. . . I. . .Your right. . .I want to make it up to you. I just don't know. . .I'll do. . ."

"Let me guess 'anything'!" she said coldly.

"I. . .well. . ."

"OK, how about I take a lover."

"A what?" Panic spread across his face.

"A lover. Your locked up and enjoying it. Are you not?" He nodded. "And you haven't yet to even asked to so much as touch me. Right?" He nodded again. "So why shouldn't I take a lover to keep me satisfied? Would you like that? Mm? Maybe you'd like to watch. Perhaps you'd like to clean your wife up when she's done. Would you? Would you like to be my little cuckold?"

"God no!" he shouted. "NEVER!"

"Good. Neither do I." she was so relieved he responded the way he did, both in his words and his tone. "Well maybe I could dress you up in some pretty outfits and frilly undies. Then I could parade you around the town as my little sissy boy. Would you like that instead? Mm?"

"WHAT!?! No, Tweets, no! What are you saying?"

"What I am saying is that we can now we can safely say that the word 'anything' can no longer be used when making amends. Right?"

"Yes, I understand." He paused, thinking. "I could. . ."

"Let me ask you something. What turns me on the most?"

He stared blankly. She sat back and let out a huff. "How about my favorite position?"

"Kinkiest thing I've ever done." Silence. "Let's make it easy. Color? Food? Movie? . . . No? . . . Nothing?"

He fidgeted in his seat. He didn't want to say the wrong thing, but knew saying nothing was worse. He was broken. "Tweets, I know I probably don't deserve a woman like you. . .I love you. . .I want to please you, make you the happiest woman on the planet. I need you. You're my rock. This past year has been so trying and the only reason I'm getting through this is because of you. . . So. . . I want to make you happy and I'll do what it takes. Please. . .Give me a chance."

She sat in silence sipping her coffee. How ironic she thought. Here he was apologizing for the year she had planned out. Oh well, c'est la vie.

"Look, how about the job Mistress offered you? Is that something you'd be interested in? My paycheck would be more than enough to support us."

"Yes, that would be something I'd be interested in. If your secure enough to know I'd do the right thing; by us I mean. You'd have to trust me on that. I saw things last night that made me so horny. I want to see more. Her pets, so eager, so devoted. Are you that devoted to me?"

"Yes, of course I am!"

"Mm, really?" she giggled as a devilish grin spread across her face. He laughed nervously in response. "We'll see. I don't think so, but we'll see."

"Really, Tweets I am. Let me prove it to you. Please. I know I can. . . In fact I'll bet my orgasms on it."

"Is that a fact? Tell me." she said as she leaned in and her face took on a mischievous look.

He cleared his throat. "I would like you to be my key holder. As you said I'm selfish and perhaps with you as my key holder you could decide if I have improved enough to earn the reward of an orgasm. However long you decide it takes."

"Mm, what if I decide that I'll need six months of you worshiping my body and soul without release for me to be satisfied?"

"Fine." he said without hesitation.

"A year."

He swallowed hard. "Yes."

"Mm. A year of hot steamy sex with your wife. All without any relief." She licked her lips then bit her lower lip. "All this on top of almost a year of denial. Ohhh and think of how close you were last night. So very close." She sighed and fell back in her chair. "Tsk, tsk, but your lust for my fake cocks got the best of you."

She watched him closely and he could no longer hide the fact that his hardening shaft was now causing the teeth of his device to bite down hard.

"You developed quite an affinity for them haven't you?"

He felt his cheeks flush. She was right, but he was still unsure why. His cock grew harder and the teeth dug deeper. "Yes." he hissed.

"It's ok. Really. I mean look at yourself. Your probably thinking of me standing over you, stroking my strap-on. Guiding your head onto my shaft. Not even kali's teeth can stop your desire." He was squirming in his seat. "I'll tell you what. As a token of my devotion to you I will fuck you with my strap-on every time I permit you to cum."

He croaked out a thank you. By now he was almost doubled over at the table.

"Go take a shower or jump in the pool. I'm going to get dressed and do some shopping. When I get back and if you've been good, we'll get that thing off you, but for now I think you need a reminder of what could happen if you are naughty." She mocked him with a condescending tone. "So naughty. Sneaking around and trying to make himself cum by fucking himself with my dildo." She wagged a finger at him. "Bad Hubby!"

She giggled. "Now go cool off."

He ran past her doubled over clutching his groin. She slapped his ass as he did, laughing.

When he came back inside she was already gone. He set about cleaning up the house. All the while trying to digest what had happened this morning. Another year? She couldn't. She could. He wouldn't let that happen. She'll see. He thought of her working for his Mistress. He was consoled by the fact that he never even touched his Mistress and she only showed him her breasts once. 'Trust her.' a voice said to him. 'Right' he said to himself. She just said she didn't want a lover and she wanted him to fuck her and please her. Relax.

He thought of how it all worked out. Or rather how it will, eventually. He'd gotten himself into this and now he was digging his way out. He would show her. In no time at all she would be releasing him regularly. Allowing him the satisfaction he would deserve. She'll see. She'd have no choice. He smiled, thinking of Tweets and how pleased she'll be.


Later that day on the other side of town a different view of the mornings events were playing out. She met Mistress for lunch and they laughed like school kids as she explained it all to her.

"Wait," said Mistress "he agreed to all that? Even when you told him you'd be wearing a strap-on if he was to cum?"

"Yes. I don't think he realized that all he'll ever be getting for a long, long time will be jerking himself off while I drill him good." Tweets replied. Emphasizing her words and feigning masturbation with one hand and pumping her fist back and forth with the other; laughing.

"How long will that be?" her eyes sparkled as she listened to Tweets.

"Till he realizes what's going on and begs for something more. Then it's back to the negotiation table and I'll ask for something more in return."

"You are truly wicked. I can't wait for you to start work! What do you want him to finally do for you?"

She smiled wickedly as she sipped her wine. "It's not what I want him to do, it's what he's going to want to do for me." She put the wine down and slid her hand across the table grasping Mistress's. "Denial will break down any barrier."

"You're so naughty. I'm free this afternoon. How about you?"

"Mm, I think I'm going to my new job and spend the afternoon sucking up to my boss."

"Good. You can pick up the panties you left behind last night."

They both laughed as the got up and left the restaurant arm in arm.

She called him from her last stop and told him that she would like a light romantic dinner, poolside and she'd be home in an hour. He hurriedly fixed up a chef salad. Set the table with candles and flowers, lit the tiki torches and tidied up.

She arrived home shortly after he was done. Her greeted her with a long and passionate kiss. She wickedly stroked his exposed head. "How's my hubby? Been a good boy today?" He bit his lips as his cock began to swell. "I know I'm exhausted. My feet are killing me."

"Go to the pool. I'll get you a drink and give you a nice massage."

She gave him a pat on the ass as she walked by. He quickly finished up in the kitchen and in no time was kneeling before her and tending to her feet as she sipped her drink. She sat there in the light of the torches and thought of the afternoon spent in the arms of his Mistress. All the while droning on and on about going from store to store, fighting traffic and other shoppers.

From his position he could not help but look up her skirt and notice she had no panties on. He tried to concentrate on her feet but his eyes kept returning to her freshly shaven mound.

"Enjoying the view?" she asked as she brought up her free foot to toy with his cock.

The pain. The excitement were all too much. "You. . .Your panties. . .You. . ."

"Mm. I'd hope you notice. Is you cage too much for you?"

"Yes. It hurts. . . so. . . much."

"Did you ever get this hard when you looked at your Mistress's pussy?"

"She never let me see it."

"Oh, you poor thing! Ever?" She shook her head. "Well at least she let you jerk off for her. Tease yourself for her."

"No. . .I was. . .couldn't. . .touch. . .my. . .self."

"Oh, no! How terrible. That's such a turn on for me. To see a guy play with his own dick. Mmmm!" She pushed her thighs together and rubbed them. "My oh my. I get so wet thinking of it."

"I'd love it if I could masturbate for you Tweets."

"Really!?! You would? We can't have any accidents though."

"No. I promise. Please. Let me do it for you."

She had him stand in front of her as she unlocked him without taking the necklace off. So close to her, so very close. He had a fanciful thought of her actually taking him in her mouth, but she just sat back. He looked down to see his swelling member checkered with the dents from the teeth.

"Kneel down and tease yourself for me." He eagerly complied. "Don't stroke it. Tease it. Get me horny. Show me how hot you can make me by playing with yourself."

It took every fiber of his being to comply. Almost a year without being able to so much as touch himself and now he wasn't allowed to stroke himself. He spread his legs, kneeling before her, his fingers lightly dancing up and down his shaft. Desperation filled his eyes as he wrapped his hand around his shaft and began squeezing and releasing it. The other swirling beads of pre-cum around his head.

"Look at you." Her hands slowly hiked up her skirt as she watched him. "So horny. So hard. I bet you've had a lot of practice at this. Playing with your cock. Wishing you had this." By now she was fully exposed, her legs spread wide. Fingers tracing over the shaven mound of her womanhood. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yes. Oh God yes." Without realizing it he brought up a finger covered in his juices and smeared his lips and then stuck it in his mouth and sucked it.

"Holy shit! You're so fucking hot right now." Her fingers probed her pussy. "Yes, stroke it. Stroke it now. Stroke for your wife. Do you like it? Does it feel good?"

"Yes. Yes. Yes!" One hand slid up and down his cock. The other cupped and massaged his balls.

"Yes. Of course yes. Stroke it. Fuck your hand for me. Make love to it." She could feel herself rising to a massive orgasm. Her mind drifted back to the one she just received from his Mistress earlier in the day. She felt it building and building. "Yes, faster. Faster. Pump it. Pump it." Thinking not of what he was doing now, but of the things he would soon be begging her to do

He fed off of her passions and felt his own cum boiling over in his sack. His hips began to buck, matching the thrusts of his hand. "Please, oh please. Let me jerk off for you. Let me tease myself for your pleasure."

Her head fell back as her eyes rolled up into her head and mouth went slack. Her legs quivered and trembled; her toes curled as her climax washed over her. He too felt his own orgasm closing in on him. He raced to the edge like a runaway train. Hoping she would let him release. Closer and closer he sped. Waiting for her words to finally grant him his reward. Stroking until he could bear no more. His mind screamed as his hand fell away.

She held up her drink to her forehead, panting, her eyes trying to focus. "Oh my God." She dipped a finger in her wet and swollen mound, bringing it to her lips. "That was great. You were great. Did you like that?"

He knelt there, his throbbing member leaking like a sieve. Elated with the fact that he had pleased her so well. "Oh, yes dear. Very much. I'm so glad you enjoyed it as much as you did."

She bolted forward and caressed his cheek like a mother to a child. "If you could do that for me more often I doubt it'll be anywhere near a year before I let you cum."

'I knew it!' he thought. 'I knew I could do it.' He was oblivious to the fact she was herding him like a lamb to the slaughter. "Absolutely, I can do that as often as you'd like. Every day in fact."

She pushed her skirt down as she got up. "Honey, that was so good I'm not even going to lock up you back up tonight."

'WHAT!' his mind did cart wheels as he got up "Thank you."

He served her a candle lit dinner and waited on her hand and foot the entire meal. His cock leaking and aching the entire time. She would playfully ask him to stroke himself during their meal if she noticed he was hard again.

Once dinner was done she went skinny dipping while he cleaned up. She then had him sit on the diving board and stroke himself for her while she swam. "Stroke it nice and slow for your bride. Show me how horny you are for me."

He thought he was the luckiest man in the world right now. Expertly teasing himself for her as she slid across the water, under the flickering light of the torches.

"Edge for me. Get as close as you can for me. So good isn't?" While she did her laps she toyed with him. When she would swim towards him he had to stroke, when she swam away he could rest. Although she would take her time, barely moving, when he had to stroke; she would fly across the pool when he was to rest. After about a dozen laps he was hitting the edge before she reached him. She made him suffer though a few more laps before stopping.

"Are you ready? I hope you are. You've made me so hot and wet watching you." She climbed out of the pool and dried herself off. "I've been looking forward to this moment for a long time. Wanting you, needing you, craving you. On top of me, inside of me, all over me. Taking my breath away, over and over. Again and again. Are you up to the task? Are you ready to make tonight all about me?"

"Of course. I've been wanting this as much as you Tweets." he was aching and ready to explode, but he knew he would have to wait. He knew if he did what was expected she would give him what he'd waited so long for.

She sauntered off and he followed behind, his eyes glued on her ass. Laughing to herself as she made her way into the house on to the bedroom. 'Too easy.' she thought 'Too easy.'

She turned to him as soon as he entered the bedroom. He was shocked as she crashed into him, embarrassing him. Her hands ran through his hair as she kissed him passionately. His cock throbbed with a life of its own. She slid his cock between her legs and began to rub her thighs. His hands roughly explored her body. She could feel him squirm and writhe, desperate to control his urges. They continued to kiss each other for sometime before she broke away.

"Do you want this?" She pushed her breasts together and pinched her nipples. "Are you ready to take me as you took me in college? Pleasure me as no man has before?" Her hands ran down her body to her pussy. "Show me. Fuck me good and hard, just like you used to. You remember my favorite position don't you?" She turned and bent over the foot of the bed, spreading her legs.

He moved up behind her. His hands kneading her firm ass as his thumbs found there way through the soft folds of her moist pussy. He slowly guided his aching cock to her wet and dripping lips. He moaned softly, almost whimpering, as his head pushed into her.

Suddenly, without warning she thrust back into him. He felt his knees buckling as he fought to keep from collapsing onto her. "I said fuck me not tease me. Fuck me hard! Now!"

He grabbed her hips and began thrusting forcefully. She moaned in ecstasy. "Yes. Yes. Like that fuck me just like that. Fill my pussy." He bit his lip as he felt his orgasm building quickly within him. "Harder. Take me. Fuck me. Fuck your wife good. Yes. Harder. Harder." He crashed into her, faster and faster. "Yeah! Yeah! Fuck yeah!"

Then without warning he pulled out. Confused she looked back to see him tensed up, not breathing. He appeared to be frozen. "Please tell me your not cumming already." She turned and stood up, her voice becoming stern and stoic. "Please tell me that this is all you can handle. For Gods sake; you weren't even in me two minutes."

"Tweets, I'm sorry. I mean all that stroking. . .You're just so hot. . .It's been so long."

"So it's my fault you have no stamina?"

"NO! That's not what I'm saying."

"Do you have any plans on satisfying your wife? ANY?!?"

"Yes. Of course. . ."

"Really?!? All I wanted tonight was for my husband to fuck my brains out. Was I asking too much?" This was going faster than she ever expected. Her mind was racing to keep up with a plan that was close to spinning out of control.

"No. . ."

"Obviously I was."

His head was spinning. "I'm so sorry. I'm just so horny. Maybe I could put on the strap-on like I did for you that. . ."

"If I wanted that I would have called up one of my old girlfriends. . .Or your Mistress" She paused to watch the words take their effect. It was just as if she had actually slapped him. "Yes. . .That's right. Me and your Mistress; and I have you to thank for putting us together." She circled him before going to the bed and laying down. "She's really talented you know." She propped herself up on one elbow and spread her legs. Her free hand slipping down to her dripping slit. "Is that what you want?"

"I. . .Uh?"

"To be my girlfriend? My strap-on lover? I think you do."

"No. I don't want to be a girl. I. . ." His head began to spin.

"I never said you wanted to be a girl, nor do I want to make you one. . .But. . .You don't seem interested in pleasing me as a man should." She brought her wet fingers to her nipples and coated them with her juices. "And, like I said before, you have quite an affinity for my dildos."

He started walking towards her.

"No, no. Stay there. Just stand there and look. You don't get to touch. You seem more interested in letting me take you." Her fingers found their way back to her pussy. "I'll make you a deal. Ok?"

He stood in silence, his cock twitching in front of him. He was unsure what he should say, if anything at all.

"I want you to be my girlfriend for six months."

A look of horror spread across his face. "Tweets, no. Please."

"Relax, It's not what you think. Let me finish."

"Tonight, I'm going to give you the best orgasm you've ever had. Guaranteed. In return you forfeit any chance to cum for he next six months. You will remained caged when I'm not around. You will be allowed to stroke yourself as much as you want when I'm with you. However, when we have sex you will be caged. . .I can't have my secret girlfriend getting a chubby on me now can we?" She winked at him and brought her fingers to her lips and sucked them. "After the six months, provided you have not had any accidents, I allow you to have all the blow jobs you can handle."

Her heart raced at the prospect of his answer. She felt an orgasm building. His eyes said it all. She knew all he could think of was getting his cock sucked. Over and over.

"Real blow jobs? That's it? No strings?" he responded nervously. 'Blow jobs.' he thought. Thinking of all the times she sucked him off and how good she was.

"Yes. Yes. Just as I said. Tonight you cum. Then there's no penetration or relief for you, but just as I said before; when I get horny one of us is getting drilled and I better be happy when we're done. After the six months are up and I'm satisfied with your performance it'll be blow job city for you. As many as you want. Whenever you want. Full and satisfying."

His hesitation is quickly subdued by his desperation and his need for release. He senses something is amiss, but his desires override any concerns he might be feeling. "OK."

She had him lay down at the foot of the bed and raise his legs into a V. She secured each leg to the post that rose up from the corners. She then pulled each arm down and secured it to the bottom of the posts. Lastly, she propped his head up with a pillow. He lay there immobile and exposed as she walked out of the room.

He was still hard and aching when she returned, naked except for her strap-on. His cock twitched impulsively as he spied the thick shaft between her legs bouncing in rythym to her movements. She unrolled a towel next to him exposing some latex gloves, lube, a magic wand, an oddly curved vibrator and his chastity device.

"Oh yes." she said with a smile.

She put on the gloves and then squirted some lube on his exposed sphincter. He tensed up as she worked it around with one finger and then pressed slowly at his puckering hole. He gasped softly as her finger pushed inside of him.

"Oh, yes. You like that don't you?" She worked her finger in and out before adding another. "You like spreading your legs for me, letting me finger you, readying you, preparing you for what you want."

"Yes." he hissed.

"What you need."

"Oh, yes."

"Tell me." She worked in a third finger.

"Please."

"Mmm, Please what?"

"Please. . .Fuck me."

"Oh, yes. Fuck you. Yes." With her free hand she messaged his balls. "Beg. . .Beg to be fucked like a cheap slut."

"Please, oh please. Fuck me. Fuck me hard."

"Is that what you want?"

"Yes. I want to be fucked."

"How?"

"Like a cheap slut."

She pulled her fingers out and he felt them replaced by the tip of her cock. She pushed in just enough to violate him but not enough to enter him. He tried in vain to buck his hips or put in himself but he was bound to tightly. All he could do was whimper.

"Oh, poor baby. Are you dying to get your brains fucked out?"

"Yes,pleeeeease!!!!!" he begged.

She didn't push in, but instead began stroking his cock. "I bet this was your plan all along wasn't it? You never wanted to fuck me. You just wanted a cock in your ass, right? Well here you go!"

"Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, GOD!" He screamed as she released his cock on the up stroke and shoved in all 10 inches in one push.

"This is what I expected from my husband tonight, but I guess this is what you really wanted." Her tone was soft yet firm as she raked her nails down his chest. Grabbing hold of his thighs she worked the dildo in and out of him. From the tip to the hilt and back again. Over and over. Increasing the pace ever so gently until after a few minutes she was pounding him for all she was worth.

Pre-cum drizzled freely from his semi hard shaft as continued to pound his ass. "Take it bitch, take my cock, take it. So good. Fucking you feels so good." she moaned.

"Please, baby please." he begged. He wanted her to come. He wanted to please her. He was so close himself. Ready to burst at the slightest touch or so it felt.

She felt her orgasm surge up within her as she fucked his hole with total abandon. "Yes, yes. YES!!!" Tweets screamed as she slammed it in a few times more before burying it up to the base inside of him as she shuddered to a massive orgasm and collapsed on top of him.

Tweets lay on top of him for a few minutes, catching her breath. She stood up slowly and pulled out of him. "Oh God that was good. I never dreamed that fucking you could be this good." She paused and then picked up the vibrator and lubed it up. "Now lets take care of you, but not a peep out of you, OK?" she said with a sly grin. "This should keep you busy while I get cleaned up."

He felt her push it in his freshly fucked hole. He then realized the purpose of the odd shape. The tip came to rest right on his prostate. His mouth fell open in desire as she made sure it hit the spot. She then winked at him and turned it on.

The sound was barely audible, but from his reaction one would think he was being electrocuted. She giggled as she watched his body tense up and he lost his breath. She was undoing the strap-on as she walked to the bathroom, wondering how long she would leave him there.

His swollen gland was now the center of his universe. Pre-cum oozed out of his hardening shaft. It seem like forever as he waited, bound, helpless. He wondered how long she would be. He had no choice as to how much more he could take. He knew if he asked to stop she would; denying him this chance to cum.

His cock jumped reflexively as she came back into the room. Not speaking or paying any mind to him or the massager in his ass she began to lightly stroke his dick. Ever so gently, barely touching him. He tried to squirm, but he was bound too tightly.

"So, so desperate to blow your load." She swirled the pre-cum around on his head as she spoke. His breathing became labored and his body shook. "Not yet though. We're not done." She continued to tease and stoke his shaft. Watching him closely as he got to the edge.

Then without warning she stopped. She then leaned in and began blowing on his cock. "Let's cool you down for minute. We wouldn't want any accidents now would we?" She paused and looked at him with an evil grin. "Not with nineteen more edges to go."

His head crashed back into the pillow. She watched as his lip began to quiver. "P. . .p. . .p. . .please" he whispered, barley audible.

"But I'm having fun." she pouted. "Why would you want to deny me?" She smacked his balls. Her tone changed. "Are you trying to deny me? After all I did for you tonight?" She smacked them again. "Well?"

"No! NO!" His voice began to crack. "I'm just so horny, so desperate. I don't know what I'm saying. Please, I want to please you. Make you happy. I ache so bad." She put a finger to his lips.

"Shh!!" She hissed as he began to whimper. She felt his lips quiver on her finger. Her other hand began to tease him yet again. "Is that what you really want? To cum?"

He nodded.

"So you'd deny deny me the chance to tease you? Deny you? Make you crazy with lust for me?" Toying with his cock she let her words sink in. "You would do that to me?"

He shook his head and tried to fight off another edge. She stopped and let him calm down for a minute before starting again.

"Silly. Silly. Wanting to cum. . . I was wanting to get fucked tonight but that didn't happen. Did it?. . .No. It didn't. What happened was I had to work my ass off for an orgasm. You. . . On the other hand, lay there and got a good fucking and now you want me work some more to get you off. Some how that doesn't seem fair; does it?"

"Tweets, I wanted to . . ." was all he could get out as she palmed his head.

"But you couldn't." She started lightly stroking him again with one finger. "All I wanted was to be taken like any woman would like to be, but you've denied me that and taken that for yourself." She worked his shaft between her fingers as she spoke. "Now you wish to deny me the pleasure of keeping you frustrated and horny."

"No, Tweets,no!" he tensed as another edge to hold and she stopped working.

"You say no, but your body says yes. How is any of this fair when my husband gets fucked better than his wife? What about me for once? When do I get my brains fucked out?"

"Please, Tweets. Whatever you want. Anything you ask."

She started stroking again and an evil grin spread across her face as her mind clicked into high gear. 'Anything. Well, it's sooner than expected, but I could make this work. He enjoys this and in time hell enjoy the other things he'll have to do for my amusement, my pleasure.' She giggled, but quickly snapped back to the here and now by his approaching climax. "No, no, no. Not yet!"

The pleading desperate look in his eyes told her she could pull this off. She looked closer and she could see that his eyes were beginning to water up. She ran her hands up and down his body and after a few minutes went back to his cock.

"If I let you cum tonight can I have until the morning to tell you what I expect from you?"

"Yes, of course. Absolutely!"

"Good." She tightened her grip on him and stroked faster.

The buzzing in his ass was clouding his judgement. She felt him begin to tense up and tremble as he neared another edge. "Should I stop?"

He shook his head no. Realizing the implications of his answer.

"Good boy. Just for that I'm going to give you a little treat." She picked up the wand and turned in on. She placed it on the base of the prostate wand and then ever so slowly dragged it up between his legs. Stopping only when its vibrating head was opposite the one inside him.

His eyes clinched shut and his lips trembled as she circled his prostate from the outside and stroked him with her fingers tips. "How bad do you need to cum?" she whispered.

His face was contorted with sexual agony. His words were almost gibberish, but she understood them. "Oh God, please. So bad. Whatever you wish. Whatever! Please, anything."

He couldn't see the gleam in her eyes as she circled her free thumb and index finger around his dick and began to stroke. "It gets me so hot seeing you this horny."

The wand and the vibrator were enough, but her hand put him over the edge. Soon his breath was erratic and labored. Quickening with each stroke. Closer and closer. He prayed that this time she wouldn't stop. Faster, but lighter with each stroke.

He convulsed as the first spasm forced the first shot from his dick. It landed on his cheek, but all he cared about was that she continued to stroke him. He trembled and shook as she worked him over.

"Remember your promise." was the last thing he remembered hearing. After about the third or fourth spasm his eyes rolled back and didn't even realize he had lost consciousness.



When he opened his eyes it was light out. He was on the bed, untied and under the blankets. 'How? What?' He tried to remember, but all he could do was remember was when he finally started cumming. He felt his face and the first glob was still there dried and crusted. He half laughed. 'Sleep in my eyes and cum on my face.'

Slowly he shook the cobwebs out of his head. He reached under the blankets and was shocked to feel that she had put the kali's teeth back on him. He looked over at the nightstand and that's when he saw the envelope. He reached over and opened it.

Good Morning,

I'm guessing you enjoyed yourself last night. I know I did. You're probably wondering about your cage right now. Well, I figure that you're going to be a bit less compliant now that you've cum, so until I deem otherwise it stays on. It will also help me with my next point, which is you keeping your promise. Remember the phrase 'Whatever you want. Anything you ask.' or 'Whatever you wish. Whatever! Please, anything.'

I do and I plan on making sure you do anything I ask or whatever I wish.

Tonight I have something special in mind for us when you get home. You and I are going to take a drive downtown where Mistress and I will be handling your next visit.

Tweets.

He felt trapped, gripped with fear. However, the teeth digging into his swelling cock told him that was actually looking forward to the visit.