Cock Whisperer Ch. 02

The pizza arrived and we settled in front of the TV. After what I hoped was long enough for her to settle down, I nervously raised the issue.

"Umm, Ayd... Mistress, I need to ask you something," I started. "I know you are really excited about it, and I am too, but it's just, well, a bit too fast for me."

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

"Well, my chastity tube. I was hoping we could take it off for a while, and, you know, maybe just use it once in a while."

"You aren't really asking me about this now, are you? I've had a really rotten day. You've had it on for one day and you're already complaining and your primary concern is yourself?" Aydia replied tersely.

"No! I didn't mean that! I know that you had a bad day, and I'm sorry. This guy Jim sounds like a real piece or work! But I was just thinking if you are stressed that we could take a break from the game for a while."

"His name is Jay! Apparently you really were paying attention!" she said sarcastically. "And that's not how this 'game' works." She stopped talking, got up, and paced across the room.

"I'm sorry Mistress! I didn't mean it! It's fine, we can leave it on and talk about it later," I said, backpedaling.

She stood there thinking for a while as I sat nervously. Then she turned back to me, apparently having made a decision.

"You know, you're right. Perhaps you do need some relief for a while. Come on, follow me," she said and walked towards the bedroom without watching to see if I followed.

I was confused. She apparently had given in and agreed. But it was too easy, which left me suspicious of what sort of relief she had in mind. Still, having little choice, I followed her. Once in the bedroom, she told me to undress completely and lie on the bed. I complied, though being naked while she remained dressed was almost as awkward as it had been a couple days earlier.

The blankets had already been pulled back, so I lay down on the sheets. She climbed over me and lifted my hands over my head, and seemingly out of nowhere she produced a pair of cuffs that she quickly fastened around my wrists. I heard the distinct sound of a lock clicking into place with each cuff. I wanted to complain, but decided that I'd pissed her off enough tonight already. I looked over at the cuffs and tugged on them. One thing was for certain, Aydia didn't scrimp when it came to her bondage items. The cuffs were wide, made of soft leather, and appeared to be of the highest quality. They were connected to the bedposts by a sturdy looking rope, the knots hidden somewhere behind the headboard. I was once again at her mercy.

"Rule number 4. Your cock will never be let out of the cage unless your hands are bound," she said.

"I..." I choked back my objection. "Yes Mistress," I responded. This was not good. Only let out when I'm tied up? What the fuck?

"Do you remember the other rules? Why don't you recite them before I let you out?"

"I, umm..." I tried to think. "Umm, do what you say without question, don't cum without your permission, and... and call you mistress when we are alone. Mistress," I added.

"Hmm, you might catch on to this after all," she said, smiling. "But you need to say them correctly. Refer to me as Mistress with each rule. Now try again," she said in a stern school teacher voice.

I suppressed a desire to curse at her for talking to me this way, and then took a deep breath. "Do as my Mistress says without question. Don't cum without my Mistress's permission. Address my Mistress as Mistress when we are alone. And my Mistress will only release my cage when my hands are bound." An odd feeling washed over me from stating the rules this way.

"Much better! But you've broken the rules a lot already, haven't you? Well, you won't be breaking rule number four, anyway." She reached for her phone, tapped a few times, and then there was a click between my legs. She reached down and slowly pulled the cage off of me. Once the tube was removed, she loosened and slipped the ring around my balls and the other around the base of my cock off of me. It felt good to finally not be squeezed into that thing.

"There, now what do you say?" she asked.

"Umm, thank you Mistress for taking it off."

"Very good. Here, lift your head," she said as she pushed a pillow beneath me. "I'm going to get comfy and do a little reading. You just lie back and relax and enjoy your freedom. Here, I'll turn the TV on for you, I think there's a hockey game on. It's a little warm in here, don't you think?" She hopped off the bed and then slipped out of her sweat pants and proceeded to fluff some pillows, finally sitting up on the bed next to me with her back against the headboard, wearing only a T-shirt and panties. I wanted to shout at her for tying me up and then just ignoring me, but I luckily thought better of it. I instead just lay there and stewed over my rotten luck and bemoaned the predicament I was in.

I don't know how long I laid there. Aydia was immersed in her book and paid no attention to me. The first period of the hockey game ended, and the game was ten minutes into the second period. I had resigned myself to expecting nothing more from this evening. But then I nearly jumped as she crossed her legs, which caused her bare foot to brush against my cock. Instead of moving it away, she kept it there so that my cock now rested against the sole of her foot. If that wasn't enough to keep my attention, every once in a while she wiggled her toes, which were touching the base of my shaft.

No longer interested in the hockey game, I stared at her foot. My fantasies kicked into high gear, and I quickly grew to full hardness. If Aydia noticed, she didn't let on as she continued to focus on her book. I slowly rocked my hips towards her foot, hoping she wouldn't move away. After she had read several more pages, she bent her knees, and then placed her foot directly on top of my shaft. I groaned.

"Shh, I'm trying to read," was all she said.

Ok, so she clearly was aware of my woody, but just chose to ignore it. With the weight of her foot pressing against me, I began to rock my hips upward. I didn't dare make any sudden moves for fear she would take her foot away. Even so, I was inching towards orgasm as I leaked precum.

Several more pages went by as Aydia continued to ignore me. Finally, she spoke. "You do not have permission to cum, Brian."

Still, my cock would not be denied, and I couldn't help but to continue to push up against her foot. I was getting closer. I was afraid to disturb her, holding off as long as I could. "Please Mistress, may I cum?"

"No," Aydia curtly replied.

I stopped thrusting for fear of going over the edge accidentally. I just lay there straining as Aydia slowly turned page after page. My cock throbbed.

She finally spoke again. "Wow, that was a great chapter. It's nice to lose yourself in a book once in a while, don't you think?" She removed her foot from my cock and looked down at my leaking cock. "You made a mess, didn't you?"

"I'm sorry Mistress. Please, may I cum?" I asked again.

"No, I don't think so. Let's just consider this part of your punishment for not treating me properly." With that she got up and left the room. I laid there stewing in both frustration and anger. I tugged at the cuffs around my wrists, which again proved how secure they were. "Fuck!" I cursed out loud.

Several minutes later she returned with a washcloth and an ice pack. "Oh come on! Please, not that again... Mistress," I added.

She ignored my pleas and sat down on top of my legs. First she used the washcloth, which was so cold that I wondered if she used ice water to get it wet. Once she felt I was clean she plopped the ice pack against the base of my cock and on top of my balls. I jumped at the intense cold. She ignored me and reached for my cage. Using the washcloth, she focused on cleaning it, both inside and out.

After several minutes my balls felt numb and my cock had shrunk. "I think it's ready now," she said. She removed the ice pack and put the chastity device back on my cock. One she was satisfied that it was secure, she reached for her phone and a moment later I heard the distinct click as the lock engaged. I was trapped again.

"There, baby, back safe and secure. What do you have to say to me?"

"I, umm..." I wanted to curse her, tell her to remove it.

"Thank you, Mistress," I said through gritted teeth.

"That's a little better. Keep it up and you'll earn some brownie points. You just need to learn that I'm in charge of your Mr. Happy." She reached down and put her warm hand on my balls, which were still cold from the ice pack. "Aww, do you want me to warm these up a bit?" Without waiting for an answer she wrapped her fingers around them and gently squeezed. Despite my anger I could feel my cock respond, trying to expand inside the tight cage. I wanted to tell her to stop, but all I could do was lay there and watch her. When she finally did stop I didn't know if I groaned in relief or in a desire for more.

"Ok then, time for you to go home," she said.

*****

It was Friday, and work was generally a bore. I slogged through a long meeting in the morning, worked through lunch at my desk, and attended a meeting with clients in the afternoon. I sat in the back, really only there to observe unless called on for my expertise. Unfortunately, one of the clients turned out to be a young woman, who although was dressed professionally in a skirt, blouse, and jacket, still triggered a few fantasies. She happened to be sitting in the last seat at the side of the table, giving me a front row seat as she sat with crossed legs, her skirt maybe a little shorter than was generally accepted at the office. I couldn't help but stare at her shapely legs as she rocked her foot, and soon my cock was trying to escape its cage.

About halfway through the meeting my phone buzzed. I looked to see a text message from Aydia.

'Feeling frisky, baby? It better be because you are thinking of me!'

"Shit!" I thought. Then I remembered something that Candace said about sensors. I' guessed that my cage was alerting Aydia to my situation. I tried to think of an appropriate response. I finally texted her back.

'Of course Mistress, only you'

A minute later she replied.

'Just pulling your leg baby. You can have your fantasies. I have no worries with you locked up.'

I put away my phone and tried to focus. It was a losing battle. From somewhere in my head I began to fantasize about Aydia introducing other women into our 'game'. I saw the young woman sitting in front of me, and Aydia ordering me to lick her pussy while Aydia teased my cock right to the edge, never letting me cum. My cock ached for the rest of the meeting.

*****

Friday night and the weekend had finally arrived, which normally would be a relief. But after last night at Aydia's I wasn't looking forward to whatever new ways she had in mind to tease or punish me. Still, I found myself at her door. The plan was to go out and have a light dinner, then go to a movie.

When she opened the door I was once again stunned by her beauty and the revealing outfit she wore. It was a short black skirt that clung tightly to her hips and ass, and was a few inches short of mid thigh. Her top was equally revealing, with a low neckline that showed off her cleavage. It only took a few moments before I got the now familiar ache as my cock tried to expand.

"You look amazing, Mistress. That skirt looks great on you," I said as I leaned in and kissed her. She came closer, reached around my neck and kissed me harder. I could have stayed in that moment forever, but she finally backed away and tugged at her clothes to straighten them.

"I'm glad you like it! Now we better get going, we don't want to be late for the movie," she said.

We got to the restaurant and sat out on the street side patio. And except for being unable to keep my eyes from drifting down to her tits and the frequent stares she got from every man that went by, we had a very pleasant dinner. With a couple drinks in us we talked and laughed, and for a short while I completely forgot about my caged member. The conversation got serious when she asked me to tell her more about my past relationships. I had given her the basics already, but now she quizzed me for details.

"So, tell me how each of them ended," Aydia asked.

I didn't like to revisit these memories, but with a couple drinks in me it was at least a little easier. I explained how each of my four past serious relationships ended, each with some variation of the women leaving me.

"And what reasons did they give you?" she asked.

"Well, I suppose what they told me and what their real reasons were could be two different things. But I guess the short answer that I wasn't able to give them what they needed."

Aydia sat for a moment as she thought about my answer. "I see," was her only response. Her curt answer worried me that perhaps she was going to side with them. That maybe Aydia also thought I was unable to give her what she needed. I felt myself slipping into dark thoughts. After another moment she asked about how the sex was with my prior girlfriends.

"Did you do anything kinky? Did any of them tie you up?" she asked.

"I, umm, no. It was never like that. I would say they were more passive, expecting me to take charge," I said.

"Oh, so did you tie them up?"

"Well, to be honest, yeah, sometimes. At least with my last two girlfriends." I was getting a little nervous, not wanting to talk about specific details. Memories of Mara tried to bubble up in my head. I pushed them back down.

"I see," Aydia responded. "Did you ever want them to tie you up?"

"Well, yeah, but they would never do it. I even wrote a..." I stopped. Now I'd gone too far.

"You wrote what? Tell me," Aydia ordered.

This wasn't something I wanted to reveal, at least not this early in our relationship, but I pressed on. "I wrote a story about it and gave it to Mara. An erotic story of her tying me up. She said she liked it, but she never actually acted on it." I squirmed in my chair. Painful memories of my relationship with Mara were returning. Aydia reached over and took my hand.

"It's ok baby. I understand. You don't have to be afraid to tell me these things. And I know it's painful for you. I'll help you through it." Her voice was calming. I took a deep breath. The server came by just then to break the tension. We never returned to that topic.

The movie theater was a short walk away, and soon we were sitting in the dark near the back with nobody near us. It wasn't long after the start of the movie that I jumped when I felt Aydia's hand slide over my thigh and go between my legs. She leaned over and whispered in my ear. "How's my sexy man doing tonight?"

"Umm, good I guess," I whispered back.

Throughout the movie she periodically reached between my legs and tugged on my cage. Half way through the movie she got bolder when she quietly opened my belt and slid my zipper down. She reached into my pants and gave my balls a squeeze. I groaned as my rod strained against the cage. Later she took my hand and put it on her thigh, and then guided my hand slowly upward. This resulted in my hand pushing her skirt even higher and left my fingers just millimeters from rubbing against her sex. She giggled, and then pushed my hand away in mock shock at my actions.

On top of that, at one point she leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Baby, I am so hot right now. I wish you could feel how wet my pussy is because of you." All this activity was more than enough to keep my poor cock in distress throughout the whole movie.

With those distractions I barely kept up with the plot of the movie, and was relieved when it was finally over and we arrived back at her house. We settled in on the sofa and began kissing. I had my hands on her shoulders, and attempted to slide my hands down her chest and onto her inviting breasts. Just when I was about to reach my target she pulled away.

"I didn't give you permission to touch my breasts," she coolly stated.

"What the fuck?" I thought. "Now I need to ask permission to touch her?" I stared at her dumbfounded. Before I could find the words to respond to her, she stood up and walked towards the bedroom. "Follow me," she ordered. I obeyed dutifully.

She had me lay on the bed, and not only did she cuff my hands to be headboard, she also cuffed my ankles, leaving my legs spread wide. Still, if this is what it took for her to release me, then I was determined to go along with it. My cock was more than ready to be free.

"Please Mistress, will you remove the cage now?" I asked.

"Remove your cage? And what do I get in return?" Aydia asked.

"Anything Mistress. I'll do whatever you want, just please take it off."

"Anything? That has possibilities, but you better be careful with your wide open offers. Who knows what I might ask for," she said, smiling. "But for now I'll make it easy on you. If I release you, then I want you to spend the night."

"Of course Mistress, I'd be happy to." And I meant it, though a small part of me wondered what the catch was.

She grabbed her phone from the nightstand and a moment later the lock clicked open. She knelt between my legs and gently pulled off the cage.

"Thank you Mistress."

"You're welcome baby. Now let's take a look at how the cage has been doing. We wouldn't want it to cause any harm," she said as she examined my cock. Even though her touch was more clinical than sensual, within seconds of her touching me I was fully erect.

"My, aren't you eager tonight. But first things first," she said. She hopped off the bed and returned a few minutes later with a washcloth and the same type of electric razor that Candace had used on me. I groaned.

"Now, now, no complaining. I do love the feeling of smooth balls on a man." She proceeded to clean me with the cloth and then used the razor to remove the stubble that had grown. And whether or not she intended her actions to arouse me, my rod stayed rock hard the whole time.

"There we go, much better!" She put away the razor and washcloth and then returned to the bed. "Now, I can't wait any longer. Did I mention how hot seeing you like this makes me?" She slid out of her skirt as I watched, mesmerized. She put her thumbs under the elastic of her panties and began to slide them down.

"Wait! What am I doing! I almost forgot," she said. She opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out the blindfold. "Here we are, baby. Lift your head." I was going to complain, but bit my tongue. A moment later my world went dark. I felt her climb onto the bed and then felt her sit on my chest.

"Mmm, perfect. I've been looking forward to this all day!" With that I felt her slide forward, and soon my nose was filled with her musky scent as her pussy descended on my face. "Lick me!" she demanded.

Aydia proceeded to ride my face and tongue. Her first orgasm hit her after only a few minutes. She didn't even slow down, however, and several minutes later she thrashed and cried out as a second, stronger orgasm rocked her. She slowed down after this, but still didn't get up. She took her time, presenting every part of her pussy to my tongue, and each new spot got several minutes of attention before she moved on. I'd lost track of time, but my tongue ached and my cock throbbed when she finally had me focus on her clit once again. I doubled my efforts, tickling her clit as I lapped up her cream. I sucked on her clit and she ground down onto my face. Her muscles shook and she cried out again as another strong orgasm hit her.

After she had calmed down she backed away, still sitting on my chest. "That was pretty good, baby."

"Thank you Mistress," I croaked.

"Aww, don't mention it. With some practice you might get really good at that. And you will get lots of practice," she giggled. "Now how's my guy down here doing?"