Did I really want this? I asked myself. “Do you really want this?” She asked. This is really happening. Right now. Time for a decision. And I knew the answer both terrified and scared me. “Yes,” I said. “Then tell me what it is that you want.” I was tied tightly to the bed, spreadeagled, naked. She had been slowly teasing me for almost an hour, keeping me hard, keeping me close, but not quite close enough. I was shaking with need, and desire. “I want you to take control.” “How much control?” She leaned in and whispered in my ear. Her hand stroked me gently. I felt myself twitching. “As much as you desire.” My breathing was getting shallow. I was falling into that quivering place, which feels like vertigo, as if you are looking down over a cliff and you can see the bottom, so dangerous and tempting. “And if I desire all of it?” She smiled. A playful, daring smile. And she kept stroking gently “Yes, I’m offering it to you. All of it.” I strained at the leather cuffs that held my wrists and ankles. I pushed up against the straps that held down my chest, my arms, my thighs. If only she would stroke a little faster. I was close, and had been for what seemed like hours. “If I accept,” she whispered. And the stroking stopped. I twitched in the air, wanting her hand, anything, just to get myself over the edge. “It starts now.” Reached behind her and retrieved a gag. The leather straps went around my neck, and my mouth was filled. I was silenced. She retrieved a small box for the table beside her and opened it. She slowly pulled out small shiny object. The chastity device we had discussed. Steel, unforgiving, unbreakable. “Last chance, to back out, just say the word.” I whimpered through the gag, I could barely make a noise, let alone utter a word. “No, no final words? Good then. I was more aroused than ever. I wanted this. To give control. To give myself up to the will of another. She put the steel chastity device on my chest and started stroking me again. Gently, then faster. At least I would get this final release before I was locked away. I could feel myself getting close. I began to moan through the gag. “I thought I would let you feel an orgasm for the last time. It may be some time before you have another.” She stroked faster. I was so close to the edge. “But no.” And she stopped. This was agony. I had been brought to the point of pleasure so many times in the past hour. She had always given me that powerful release that come after a long tease. Is this what I had agreed to? Is this what I wanted? I wanted to explode. A large bag of ice shocked me as it was pressed down upon twitching cock. The desire for orgasm had been suddenly hit a wall. She left it there as I breathed heavier and heavier. I felt myself start to shrink. “This belongs to me now, and she lifted my now wilted cock. The only pleasure you will get from it is the pleasure of knowing that I want it. And I want it locked away.” I could feel the metal ring being placed over my ball. A short cage was slid over me. I was still small, but the ice had worn off and was starting to rise again. But I couldn’t, the small steel prison prevented me from growing. She held up a padlock. Showed it to me with that wicked smile once again, then reached down to my imprisoned cock. She straightened up. And looked down at my. Tied helplessly, gagged, and caged. “I want to see you suffer. I might want to see you cry. I might make you do things you’ve never even imagined. Cross lines you thought were fixed. You won’t be feeling any sweet orgasmic pleasure for a long, long time. But you will do it gladly, and you will do it for me. “ She reached down to inspect my new prison. I could feel her hand rub over it. And I heard the noise that would forever arouse and torment me. Click.
I agree with Lacy, In the past, prior to being locked, I would have never made it through that story without pleasuring myself. You are a good writer Sydney. Thanks!
Those of us that are locked can easily identify with the "Click" and the mental anguish that evolves from there! Great story!
Mind blowing! Always am told to lock up..to have her do it in such a way afterm a long denial??!! Again mind blowing!