It’s that time of the month again, finally! No, not that one, the other. The one that you get to reap the advantages of instead and enjoy far more, even after your own two weeks of wicked enjoyment and pleasure. In many methods it’s a win-win situation for you but for me, it’s my two weeks of freedom. A chance to make up for the previous two weeks of tease and denial. We have a strict agreement, you and I. I spend two weeks in the snug fitting chastity cage you ever so excitedly bought for me to wear for you. I’m only allowed out for short periods at your say so and only then if you feel I’ve been worthy enough to be released. Only if I’ve satisfied your every desire with my tongue. Even on the rare occasion when I am released before the two weeks are up, you never allow me a full orgasm, edging me torturously, teasing me and making me feel like you may be sympathetic towards my wish to orgasm for you before cruelly stopping and allowing my erection to subside, cruelly doing it with ice on occasion, before locking me away again.

The other two though, I am free to use you how I please, to release any pent up frustrations I have built up over my time locked away. To fuck you how I want to and absolutely need to after all this time. In some methods I feel it’s a vicious circle. Your prolonged teasing inspires me to fuck you harder and better which in turn inspires you to think of meaner and crueller methods to tease me whilst I’m in your cage to ensure a better fuck for yourself once I’m free.

I never wondered about allowing someone to control my cock like that, even to the point where I can not touch it myself whenever I please. I never wondered about submitting to someone like that until I met you. To rely on you to be my only source of orgasm. I love how much it turns you on, knowing that you have a cock that is all yours. A cock that only you can please. You’re the one in control of it, my only source of pleasure and release. As soon as it is on me, I swear it ignites something inside of you. Your words have more tease and innuendo to them. Your voice when talking to me sounds slightly dirtier. The clothes you wear tighter, really highlighting all of the features of your beautiful body and showing off more of the figure I can not have. Your lingerie racier, smaller, my god how I’d like to tear it from you and take you, give you everything I’ve got to please you. I couldn’t initially believe the size of the cage you bought for me. How small it was. How much frustration you obviously wanted to cause for me and for me to feel. I fit nicely enough inside it but there is no room to grow, to stiffen when you tease.

Girl, how you tease me so badly when I’m locked away. I feel myself straining to get out every time you sit on my lap and ever so slowly grind your arse around on my crotch knowing how much it causes my cock to twitch being under you yet unable to grow. I feel myself straining to get out every time you whisper something dirty in my ear, how much I want to put my big cock inside you, right there and right then and deeply stretch your tight little pussy. I feel myself straining to get out every time you send me teasing pictures of you in your lingerie, you know how much seeing you like that turns me on. I feel myself straining to get out every time you allow me to satisfy your tight wet pussy with my tongue, which unfortunately for me, is nightly. I feel myself straining to get out every time you allow me to watch you fuck yourself with your toys. Watching you enjoy yourself like that, bringing yourself waves and gushes of pleasure causes my cock to leak pre-cum like crazy, straining at the cage wishing it was my cock causing that ecstasy for you, but I’m trapped, I can only ever be as erect as my flaccid length and I know that alone isn’t enough to please you, you require larger something a lot more filling and deep. I feel so inadequate being trapped like this, all the while thinking of other methods I can please you. All of this comes to an inevitable end at the end of the two weeks though when you turn the key in that lock and release me.

Of course, as exciting, freeing and relieving as this is for me, it just starts the next few days of humiliation where I try and regain my stamina back to fuck you with. Been in the cage for that long, not been touched leaves everything sensitive, any small touch you give me is instantly magnified. You know it and use that to your considerable benefit to humiliate me. It isn’t slow, delicate, edging touches you give me in these most sensitive of days, trying to course me back gently to lasting as long as efficient for you, it’s fast and hard, whether that be hand, mouth, pussy or ass. You wank me, suck me, ride me as fast as efficient and in this state, it takes minutes before I have no choice to release my gigantic two week held load for you. You humiliate me for cumming so fast, teasing that I can not last for you but deep down I know you love it and are incredibly turned on at how much the cock that you own can cum for you. After those first few days of multiple fast fucks though, my stamina starts to return and with that, so does my chance to redeem myself.

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“Come on, tell me! What was in the box” you ask me quizzically.

For some reason you can not handle not knowing, it’s frustrating you immensely why I wouldn’t just open the small brown box that arrived in the post the previous week as we sit out in the garden having lunch in the sun.

“It’s a surprise. Don’t you worry about it gorgeous” I say blowing you a kiss, smiling a little knowing that I’ve got that precious knowledge and you haven’t.

I sit and watch you briefly, sat in your tight white tank top that your body is almost fighting to get out of, slightly see through in the sunlight and a little pair of shorts that show off and compliment your legs perfectly. You’ve got a real bee in your bonnet about it today for some reason, not like the other days previously that you’ve known about it’s existence. You pretend to stew for a little while but come round again as you try asking questions that may trick me into giving the tiniest hint away as to what it is but I stay strong in my resolve. You try a different approach. Slightly more physical this time. Surely I’ll crumble to this. You stand and walk round to my chair, straddling me on it, arms round my neck as I gently rest my hands round your waist as you slowly begin to grind on me. Even as I try not to be aroused by you right now, you already know this action causes my cock to twitch slightly.

“What about if I fuck you right here in the garden? Would you tell me then?” You whisper in my ear, seductively.

I lightly spank you then grab your arse with my right hand as you grind on me, slowly lifting it as though I was helping you ride me whilst leaning in to kiss up your neck and nibble on your ear. My left hand slides through the side of your top and starts to pinch your nipple, slowly massaging it.

“I still won’t tell you what’s in the box” I respond with a cheeky smile on my face.

You smile, stop grinding on me and pull my hand away from your breast before hopping off me and going back to your seat still smiling away at me, slightly relishing in the frustration.

“Fine, don’t tell me then” you say, that air of I don’t care but secretly I do immensely written all over your pretty face.

We continue the afternoon chilling out in the garden and you let it go slightly before I have to go and run some errands for a short time. A quick kiss as I go and you’re left to yourself for a while, continuing some odd jobs round the house and garden, no doubt wondering if you could open the box and seal it without me knowing and weighing up whether to take that risk. Not long later, your phone buzzes again.

“You really want to know what was in the box? X”

“??????”

“I’ll be home at 6. Be blindfolded and handcuffed to the bed wearing your best lingerie when I get back x”

“Yes mister!! ?”

In that one quick buzz you realise you’re not far off now from finding out about it but still wonder what on earth is gonna be in the box! Only an hour and a bit to go though. You flick round and finish up your jobs quickly although you give them little wondered before you then begin excitedly getting ready for me. Quickly stripping out of the tank top and shorts that you looked fantastic in so far today and getting yourself made up instead, knowing this is the look that will get you pleased. The hair gets ruffled up slightly and you figure out your black lace bra and matching thong from the drawer and pair them up with some nice black hold ups and slip on your bedroom heels for me. Normally these are the things you wear to tease me so fucking much when I have no chance to please you in return when I’m caged up but that’s all about to change very shortly. Now I’ll get to enjoy this look and girl do I intend to. You discover the blindfold and handcuffs out from our draw and then work out how you’re gonna manage to get yourself into them.

About 5 minutes to 6pm and you’re on the bed, blindfold on and have figured out how to get into the handcuffs, carefully clipping them together as you nervously but eagerly wait for me. You wish you hadn’t been quite so quick to get into them. Minutes feel like hours now as you wait for me to return in the darkness, unable to see. What is gonna happen next? How am I gonna be touched? What is in the box!! Lots of thoughts and questions run through your head. The lack of sight causes your hearing senses to magnify. You tease yourself that even the slightest noise or creak may be me returning and coming to satisfy you, coming to tease you, coming to fuck you. You’re so fucking turned on right now about what is gonna happen, the anticipation of which is already starting to soak your thong. You lay there for what feels like hours in the dark, just wondering what is gonna happen to you next but yet is merely minutes.

I sit outside on the drive waiting for the clock to tick over to 6 pm before I head back inside, fully expecting you to be ready and waiting for me. A lot of wondered has gone through my head about how I want this to go and how I want to tease you to repay you for all the frustration you’ve given to me over the past few weeks. I wonder what you’ll look like once I get into the bedroom, finding out which lingerie you’ve picked out to be your best, the one that you feel sexiest in. My suspicions are that it’ll be the black set I bought you. Will you have managed to handcuff yourself to the bed? What will you look like laid out on the bed eagerly awaiting my touch? I turn the key in the lock and push down on the handle to get in before slowly closing the door, the noise obviously alerting your on edge senses that I’m back.

“Babe?” I hear you shout quizzically from upstairs, letting me know that you’ve followed my instructions.

I don’t respond. I take off my shoes and walk slowly upstairs to join you and turn into our room. You’re there laying on the bed. Blindfolded, handcuffed and looking stunning in your black lingerie, all whilst waiting nervously for something, anything, to happen to you. Your body on edge and almost begging for my touch. I close the door of the room then walk across to the bed, as you patiently listen to my footsteps come across the floor to join you. I stand and stare at you for a few seconds, just taking in the vision of how perfect you look on the bed, waiting for me, before I reach out with my thumb and gently touch your soft lips. You flinch slightly at my initial touch, unexpected with your lack of sight, but you open your mouth and slightly suck on my thumb as I do. I ever so lightly trace my thumb over your lip, moving it down your chin, your neck, slowly over your chest and between your breasts as you try and arch your body up slightly to try and get a firmer touch from my thumb. I withstand and hover away slightly as you do that but I continue running my thumb down you, tracing the outside of your thong then continuing down your silky hold up covered legs as you let out a soft moan.

I run my hands back up you, slightly firmer this time with my touch as I retrace my steps back up your body, this time getting a noticeable moan as my hand grazes across your pussy through your lingerie and I run my hands back up past your breasts, neck then cup your face. I lean over to kiss you, your soft lips reacting and kissing me back for a few seconds before my mouth starts to follow the track my hands just made, slowly starting to alternate between kissing down your body and breathing slightly against your skin giving you different temperature sensations as I go. I pay a lot more attention to your breasts this time though, slowly kissing around them through your bra. Your nipples are already starting to stiffen in anticipation, straining at the lace as I lightly kiss over them.

My hand works its way down your body, across your stomach and gently traces its way round the edge of your thong, tickling you slightly as it does so before slowly sliding under the waistband. You thrust your hips up slightly, both as a way of trying to get my hand lower to where you really want it to be and then spreading your legs out for me, inviting me to tease you more. I run my fingers down either side of your pussy, the whole of my hand heats up and starts to pick up some of your wetness, highlighting to me how much you’re enjoying being teased like this already. I run my fingers back either side of your wet pussy before slowly rubbing your entrance then sliding two fingers inside you. As I do, you let out a much heavier breath and you moan slightly. My left hand pulls down the fabric on either side your bra to expose your nipples and allows me to slowly flick them with my tongue whilst I very slowly begin to massage your G-spot, slowly moving my fingers inside you in a come hither motion whilst applying a little bit of pressure to your clit with the palm of my hand as I do.

I watch you writhing round on the bed, gyrating your hips against my hand trying to get all the extra stimulation you need that will eventually make you cum. I keep doing what I’m doing for a few minutes, slowly moving my fingers inside you, caressing your spot and flicking on your nipples as I do. I listen to your breathing, starting to get slightly quicker the longer I carry on stroking you, pleasuring you. I slow this down as I don’t want you to cum yet. I slowly slide my soaked fingers out of your wet pussy, a slight moan of disappointment as your tight pussy squeezes them out before sliding them up your lips to directly touch your sensitive little clit for the first time. This gets a much louder moan from you as you slightly arch your body up as I touch you, for the first time pulling against the restraints your hands are in. I smile slightly at you wriggling around trying to escape, wanting to touch yourself, touch me or use me to make you cum, but only I know what is still in store for you.

I begin to slowly play with your clit, running it around under my fingers, finding the motion that you like best and the one that will bring you to orgasm. I watch your body gyrate as I play with your clit, just watching the way it moves for my touch, the way you begin to strain against the restraints as I do and think how lucky I am getting to do this to you, how sexy you are. I listen to your moans, the way your body reacts to my touch as it starts to head towards your orgasm but I’m not gonna give you that yet. I slow down the pace of my fingers on your clit. You moan, almost begging me to keep going how I was as you know you could cum from this, you try to counteract that by grinding your hips against my hand. Fortunately I can see through your poorly wondered out plan and very slowly remove my hand from you, holding my hand across your warm pussy for a few moments to keep some pressure and heat there but nowhere near enough stimulation for you to tip yourself over the edge.

“Please keep going so I can cum” you moan, asking me to continue what I was doing so that you can have some release.

After the two weeks I have to spend in this same position, you can certainly wait a little while longer for your orgasm. I smile, not that you can see, as you listen out for any kind of response from me. I remove my hand from your thong, one long purposeful flick across your aching clit as I do whilst I move my mouth from your nipples and kiss back up your neck to nibble on your ear.

“Not yet” I heavily moan back to you, a slight whimper of frustration leaves your mouth on receiving my response.

I work my way back down your body, slowly, just using my mouth and tongue. I begin to position myself over you now, getting myself between your legs and working my way slowly down. Even with your blindfold on, you can tell that the next part of me that touches your clit will be my tongue. As I get to the top of your thong I sit up. I slide my hands up either side of the waistband. You instinctively arch your arse off the bed allowing me to slide your thong just past your hips before you lay back down again and then lift your long legs straight up, finding my body to rest them against. I slowly slide your thong up your legs, my hands slowly caressing your outer leg whilst the fabric of the thong grazes your inner thighs as it passes. I smile to myself as the centre of it takes that brief moment longer to leave your pussy, stuck slightly through your warm wetness keeping it attached to your skin and I watch I small trail of it bridge the gap between your pussy and your thong as it moves away. I slide it up and off you then go to chuck it away but can not help but notice how soaked it is from you. I can not start to imagine what you think it is that’s gonna happen to you.

I begin to slowly kiss back down your legs and lower myself into the position I need to be in to taste you as you gradually drop your legs down as well. They’re now resting over my shoulders, my head between your legs just teasing you as I work my way to where I want to be. I kiss up your inner thigh whilst you moan, knowing I’m getting ever nearer to where you want me to be. I know it too so take my time. There’s no rush. I’m enjoying this, teasing you and pleasuring you. I kiss so close to your pussy now, I can feel the warmth of you across my face and I’m so close to just putting my tongue on your sensitive clit. I know if your hands were free right now they’d have pulled my head straight on to you, to bury my face in your pussy. I run my tongue slowly along the sides of your wet pussy lips, up and down then swapping and going up the other side to do the same. I pay attention to your lips with my tongue before slowly working my way back down and taking a long slow lick around your entrance, pushing my tongue slightly inside you as you moan in delight. Your wetness covers my tongue and chin as you do.

“God babe you taste so good” I say as I remove my mouth for the briefest of seconds to tell you before instantly burying my tongue back in you.

The more I do this the more you try grinding on my face, trying to work your aching clit into my mouths touch. I see what you’re doing though and reach my arms around your hips and hold the top of your legs down, preventing you from grinding on me like that. I know it must be killing you, being so close to the pleasure you want but all at my mercy now. I know when you edge yourself you can not do it, temptation takes over too much and you can not help but cum but it’s not in your control now. I can not keep doing this to you though, teasing you like this so much I can only imagine frustrates the fuck out of you. I take a few more slow licks of you before going slightly further up your pussy this time, ever so gently running my tongue across your clit for the first time.