Robyn Novice - CD Slut in Chastity

Saturday

Saturday night Mistress visited my place. She entered the open door, and proceeded straight up to my bathroom to change. I sat excitedly on the couch while I waited for Mistress to come downstairs.

The night was wonderful. We chatted and sipped drinks for a while, some nasty porn playing on the big screen. And then we made out for what seemed like hours. We kissed and necked like horny teenagers. Our hands explored each other's bodies. I could feel Mistress's excitement so obviously. Of course, she could only feel the hard case of my cage. But, believe me, I was incredibly excited.

We moved to the bedroom, where we continued kissing, but Mistress started becoming more assertive. She requested I kiss her in a certain way, in certain places. Before too long I was lapping at her tight pussy. And of course, sucking on her huge clit.

This continued for quite some time. Giving pleasure to Mistress is my favourite thing.

After some more time, she got up off the bed, and positioned me, standing on the floor, face down on the bed. I figured what was to come, but I was wrong. Mistress kneeled down behind me, between my legs, and started kissing my bottom. And then licking at my pussy. This was too much for me. I squealed and squirmed. She slapped my bottom a few times, telling me to accept it.

I find such 'attention' so very intense, almost like a torture. Although it felt amazing, I think I would have preferred if Mistress had just fucked me!

Which is what she did later in the evening. On my back, legs high, Mistress oh-so-gently entered me, and slowly built up a rhythm. Looking into each other's eyes, kissing at times, Mistress made love to me for ages. I felt so... honoured, so trusted, so special. Her tongue in my throat as her clit was in my pussy... heaven.

At the end of the night Mistress lay on the bed as I attended to her, sucking, licking for ages. Finally she rewarded me with a mouthful of her lovely cream. We kissed, cuddled, and finally she went home.

My own clitty had been dripping in its cage all night, since we first started kissing. It hardly let up; cold sticky drips and strands dripping down my thighs.

I cleaned up, showered, my pussy sore, my jaw sore, but I felt so content. I removed my cage, but resisted the temptation to get myself off. It didn't seem right.


Wednesday

Mistress did not often send me orders or demands. But Wednesday evening I received a message. She wanted me to fuck myself with a dildo attached to the wall. Three hundred times! And coming off entirely, then reinserting, each twenty fucks. Naturally she wanted some pics and video of the action.

Anyway, as a good sub, I obeyed. After dinner and shower I dressed, set up the cameras, and got down to work. By around a hundred the odd drip was leaking from my cage. By 200 I was actually getting into it, fucking in and out a bit harder and faster. By 280 I didn't really want it to stop. I was almost in a daze. I so desperately wanted, needed Mistress in my mouth.... But there was no chance of that.

So, I completed my task. And I produced the videos and pictures, and sent to Mistress.

Like Saturday, I cleaned up, took off my cage. And again, I didn't get myself off. It still didn't feel right.


Thursday

This was a shock. Mistress said she loved the work I did the night before. She said she touched herself while watching. Mmmmmmm....

But she had yet more orders for me. I was to prepare as I had on Wednesday, but instead of fucking myself I was to practice deep throating. I was to take my black dildo all the way down my throat fifty times. And my nose was to touch the mirror in front of me every time.

And furthermore, I was to leave my chastity cage on afterwards. In fact, I was to leave it on until we met on Saturday. Three days! Two nights! OMG.

I figured that the sucking exercise would be the easy bit. It wasn't that easy. It was hard. And I drooled so much. I had a towel on the floor underneath me as I sucked. And by the end it was slimy and wet. As was my girly top, all across my boobs. Even so, I was proud that I managed to do it. And I sent the videos and pics off to Mistress again.

Sleeping that night was almost impossible. It wasn't that I got 'nocturnal erections'. I barely get erections at all. But the feeling of it in bed, the constriction, the brushing against the sheets, I was constantly aware. And all the time I was worrying that I would get hard, and that it would hurt. That was a bigger issue than the actuality.


Friday

Luckily the cage doesn't show under normal trousers. So I went to work, did the shopping, oh, and sat down to pee, as the day progressed. I had to apply a little lubricant at times, but overall it was not too bad.

Bed was difficult again.


Saturday

I was so horny, so excited to be with Mistress again. I had not cum now in, well, over a week. And the last two days had been locked in the chastity cage.

Mistress arrived, and after coming downstairs, I was all over her. No chatting, no drinks, I had my tongue jammed down her throat, and my legs wrapped all around her as soon as she appeared. I wanted her. I needed her.

"Fuck me now, Mistress," I whispered in her ear. "Please." I didn't care how pathetic, how desperate I appeared.

"All in good time," Mistress said. And we settled on the couch, watching porn, having a quiet drink, chatting amiably.

After a time she said, "Right, my slut. This is what's going to happen. I made you practice for a reason. We are going to reproduce your practice - with me, and not a plastic cock."

And right then, right there, on the couch, we started with half of the oral side. Naturally, it took a little time to get Mistress to full readiness. But then she started counting each time I managed to get her all the way. And after a few times, she started holding her hand on my head for a second or two as I bottomed out.

I was gasping, choking, spluttering. Long streams of slime and goop trailed from my mouth to her hardness, dripping down my front to the floor.

After twenty-five she rose, and led me upstairs. I realised the effort was going to occur in discrete sections.

In the bedroom, Mistress placed a blindfold on me, and then bent me over a chair. As always she was slow and tender and careful upon first entering me. Adding extra lube, making sure I was OK. Then she started counting as she penetrated me. And, like my practice, she pulled all the way out each twenty strokes. I was moved to face down on the bed. Another twenty. Then another. I was moved face up on the edge of the bed. She held my legs. Another twenty. Some more lube. Another twenty.

I lost count, but I assume Mistress didn't. We stopped. Relaxed. Lay together on the bed. I was still blindfolded. We kissed, cuddled, fondled. It was nice.

Mistress got us up, and pushed my face against the door, kicking my legs wide apart. She continued her fucking, standing there. After fifty or sixty or so, she turned me around, pushed me to the floor. I felt her at my mouth. Oh, I was to resume the oral side of things. The taste of the condom was awful, the taste of the lube was awful, and I guess the taste of myself was awful. But I did not have a choice.

Again, I was coughing, spluttering, gagging. Again, Mistress made sure to hold my head in place for a second or two each time she reached bottom.

It was finally over. Mistress dragged me back to the bed, pushing me face down, pinning my hands above my head. I was exhausted. I didn't really want to do this. But I knew Mistress was enjoying it. I never thought to use our safeword.

She spread my legs, added more lubricant, and I felt her slide inside me again. I was well and truly warmed up by now; I rose my bottom to her. But she pushed my legs together, making my butt cheeks so tight. And she started bouncing up and down on me, thrusting inside as she did. She did this for about a thousand years, before turning me on my side.

She snuggled beside and behind me, and easily slipped inside. Her hands were around me as she continued. I had no idea how many remained. I didn't really care. This was amazing!

Finally, she stopped. I was turned on my back, my head propped up with some pillows. She straddled me, and presented at my mouth. I took the slimy condom in my mouth, but this time I was working on giving pleasure, not just taking it deep. She told me to take off the condom, and I reached for it. "No, with your mouth."

So I worked at it, nibbling, using my tongue, lips. Finally I managed to get it off.

I looked up at her as she again entered my mouth, and I again went to work. I could feel she was close to exploding, so I redoubled my efforts. And as our eyes locked I felt Mistress spurt in my mouth. Several jerks, filling my mouth with her delicious cream. It spilled out of my mouth, I swallowed some, I licked up some more. I smiled as she climbed off me, and lay beside me, and kissed me deeply, tasting her own juices.

We lay there for ages. Sometimes chatting. Mostly just enjoying the afterglow.

I was aware of some of my own cold drips on my thighs, but honestly I don't think I thought of my own tiny locked clitty once all night! I was utterly exhausted, totally spent, but still horny. If Mistress wanted more (or brought in someone else) I would be up for it!

It was time for her to leave, and we were kissing prior to her going to the bathroom to change. She whispered to me, "Give me your key."

My world shook. What? My head spun. I stammered a little. "Slut," she said, quietly but firmly. "I want your key. Now."

This was it. This was the moment. I had fantasised so many times about exactly this instant. But the reality...???