Cock Control

As I walk through the door I see you on your knees before me. At least you know that much. Your head is bowed. Your hands are in your lap. I see your collar around your throat and a fine tremble running through your body. It makes me smile to see your fear, your anticipation, your desire.

My heels ring out on the wooden floor as I walk around you. It is the only sound in the room, except your breathing.

“Stand, but do not look at me. I have no wish to see your face.” I snap at you. 

Your legs must be full of pins and needles by now, I have forced you to wait for me for ten minutes with strict instructions not to move, and I know you will have obeyed me.

You rise and it does hurt. I can see it in the way you hold your legs and the rush of colour in them. Knowing you have suffered this for my pleasure brings me the rush I need to begin enjoying our time together.

“Go to the table and select the chastity devise that you know will please me most,” I tell you.

Without raising your eyes you walk carefully over to the table, it only takes you a moment to select the one you know I will approve of from the many lying on the table. You turn to face me, holding out the small cage toward me. There are many studs lying inside the hard leather devise. Once it is on the strength of the leather and the studs will prevent you from being able to come erect.

I feed off your self denial, and you feed off my control.

“What are you waiting for? Put it on, you fool. I have no wish to touch your disgusting phallus.” I watch, as with shaking hands you push your already half erect cock into the restraint. 

“Happy slave?” I ask.

“Yes, Mistress,” you mumble meekly.

“Good, if you are happy, then I shall see to making you even happier. On your knees and crawl to my feet.” Tapping my toes on the floor, watching your strong back move as you crawl toward me, I begin to glow at the thought of what I will make your beautiful body suffer.

You stop at my feet. You are well trained enough by now to know that you never touch me unless invited. You wait on hands and knees before my feet. I know you can see I have chosen the long leather boots you bought for me. I know you bought them because you wanted to have the heel pressed into your flesh. I know you love to see me encased in tight black leather. I raise one booted foot and carefully plant my heel onto your back. Leaning onto my raised knee I add weight to that foot. I hear your breath hiss over your teeth.

“I have a plan for you today, slave. We are going to train you to take the cane without screaming like a girl. You made me angry with all the noise you made last time we were together. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I hear the tremor in your voice. I pushed you as far as you could go last time, and this time you thought I would take it more gently. You really should have known better and it’s too late now, you have surrendered yourself to me.

I walk around you, while you continue to stare at the floor. Suddenly, I straddle your back and sit. I feel your muscles tense underneath me. Grabbing your hair I yank your head back. The collar digs into your neck making your breathing snap short.

I purr into your ear, “You are going to be silent because I am going to gag you. This is going to take hours and hours and by the end of it, slave, you will beg me to beat you some more.” I shake your dark head to emphasis the point.

“Thank you, Mistress.” You rasp the words.

Holding your naked flanks, tight between my leather clad thighs, I force a gag into your open mouth. I walked in carrying it, but you never knew. It is my surprise. It’s a heavy rubber ball gag with small penis shaped tongue depressor in it. This added extra helps prevent noise and adds to your helplessness. I do the buckle up tight at the back.

Dismounting I begin the real lesson, “Stand. While I am doing this, you may look at me.” I know that you yearn to touch the leather cat suit I’m wearing. My breasts are well framed with the zip giving tantalising glimpses. You will never touch me, I will always control you and that is my pleasure.

The table behind me has a long line of tools I plan on using. The first are some simple chained nipple clamps. I watch your handsome, gagged face as I flick and twist your small nipples into arousal. Your eyes are carefully downcast but a sheen of sweat covers your face. I know the collar and gag make breathing difficult, you will have to control yourself during the beating so you don’t pass out.

I place the clamps onto you in one go. Your back stiffens and your eyes close. I pull gently on the chain, watching the skin stretch. I hear a small whimper. Oh, how I love those small whimpers. Taking another chain from the table I attach your cock cage to the nipple clamps. They are now under a constant pressure. A small pain but one to remind you of who holds the power. As you stand there, I quickly place restraints around your ankles and wrists.

“Walk over to the cage in the corner.” I order. You, naturally, obey.

I push your head down and bend your face over the cage. “This is where you will receive your training, if you do not do well I will keep you in this cage until I am satisfied you have learnt to control yourself.” I know the chain holding your nipples to your cock has been stretched further. I also know your cock will be pushing hard against the studs in its cage. Delicious.

Kicking at your ankles I spread your legs further than is comfortable for you. This makes your chest lie heavily on the cage. I place my most extreme spreader bar in between your long legs. Next I clip your wrists to the roof of the cage, and now you are mine.

I select a long leather flogger. It will warm you up well. Standing with my legs slightly a part so I can maintain my poise, I begin. I use the flogger in one long circle, it is not meant to hurt, not yet, I just want you to begin to relax into the sensations you already have, the gag, the cold metal of the cage against your chest and thighs, the cock cage, and the nipple clamps. 

The skin on your arse begins to glow, I lower the strikes slightly to include your thighs, then your back. You are now listening only to me and I know all you want to do is survive my pleasures. I feel myself grow wet at the thought.

Time to step up the pace. I select a reed whip. Several narrow reeds, lashed together, they make a fabulous noise and are a good training ground for the cane. I begin with gentle taps on your glowing red arse. Then raise my arm and bring it down sharply. You jerk hard at the first strong smack. You had relaxed too much into the gentle lashings I’d been delivering. Every muscle in you back and legs tense. I hear a small gurgle come from your gagged mouth.

“I told you this would be silent session.” I hit you again harder, in exactly the same place as before. You buck against the cage, but you are silent. Oh, I love that, I’d only have to run a finger over my clit to come right now. I continue to work making your glowing arse turn into a red flaming area of pain. You will think of me every time you sit down for many days after this session.

I finally pick up the first of my canes. I start on your back. I want to let the pain ease in your buttocks before I bring it up again. The cane marks you wonderfully. You whimper and I see the tears in your eyes as I hit you. In that moment I want to fuck your face and smack your dick while I do it. Instead, I begin the cane training on your raw arse. The gag does its job, you cannot stop me and you cannot escape me. I love you for that.

I take you to the edge. I take you carefully over the edge. I am focused completely on you. I want you to be able to please me, but I must show you how, teach you how, lure you into my world and my needs.

I watch as you begin to relax into the cane. I continue until I know I have your very soul in my hands. Laying the cane to one side, I take a small flogger off the table, place a hand on your hot, almost bloody arse, and begin to lash your vulnerable balls. A low groan escapes you as you lean onto the cage and relax into your favourite pain. Over and over I strike your inner thighs and your bollocks.

Your cock will be straining hard to escape its cage. Your back and arse will be screaming, your tits will ache unbearably, but all you will be thinking about is your restrained cock as I strike it over and over, sometimes soft, sometimes hard.

Finally, I step back. “You have done well, slave. I will reward you if you manage to crawl toward me.” I leave the leg spreader in place but unhook your arms. I know all you want to do is take the gag out, take the cage off, and make yourself come. This is the real test. This will show how much you want to please me.

You push up from the metal bars I have left you leaning on. You turn slowly, shaking. You drop to your knees carefully. Your skin must be on fire. Your hands touch the cool wooden floor. You begin to crawl, despite the spreader. Oh, you are perfect. You are wonderful, there at my feet willing to give me every part of yourself.

I remove the gag, slowly. I remove the clamps, slowly. You gasp, but you do not cry out. You understand silence now. I stroke your back and your arse. You tremble. I take the spreader off your ankles. You drag your legs together, you do groan at the pain in your hips. I will not punish you for that; I have pushed you so far today.

Finally, I say, “Kneel upright.” You do so. Your eyes are downcast. I lightly smack your face, “Look up at me.”

Your gaze travels up my body. You can barely hold my eyes. I smile gently. I want to let you know how pleased I am with you. I reach down and undo the cage, “Remember, not a sound.”

I release you. You swell under my hand instantly.

“I want to watch you come,” I tell my slave. You reach for yourself, you begin, I watch you, you watch me. “Silence, slave, silence is today’s lesson.” I whisper as you begin to reach your climax.. I can’t wait for evening stables.