[F4M] Timer
Monday’s were awful. Until I decided that enough was enough, lips teasing into a smirk as I parked the car and walked on in. You would be my Monday entertainment, and I would be yours. Or at least, I would be eventually. My mind slowly slipped back to last week, your body all laid out and unable to do a thing as I stroked your cock, the tip dredging up more droplets as you remained on edge. It had only taken two hours before you were crying to get back into your cage, begging me to lock you up, and being the loving Mistress I am, I did as you asked. After another hour.
My panties were already soaking at the thought, a long stressful day at work had earned me some entertainment from my little pet. “Oh honey, I’m home,” I called out in a saccharine tone. Whatever you were up to, cleaning the house, preparing dinner or taking a break was cut short by my arrival and not a minute later I had you kneeling before me with that adorable collar I’d bought you last week. A little gift, seeing as you were locked up and unable to beat the timer to cum.
My heels clicked off the ground as I reached down, hand caressing your face as I leaned in for a kiss. My head came closer, lips pursed before breaking out into a smile only an inch away and stopping as my breath trailed over your skin. “Are you ready to play against the timer again, dear?” I teased, cruelty strewn across my face at the rhetorical question that made you visibly balk. “I’m not in the mood to waste any time, let’s go,” I told you, pulling back and walking by with my hand draping across your cheek, fingers fluttering across your neck against the hairs on end.
“The game is simple, you let me edge you until the timer runs out and I’ll let you cum. If you can’t take it any longer, you can beg me to lock you back up. And…” I trailed off, it hadn’t lost its charm yet, explaining things to you just to have you listen to the words over, and over again, another layer atop the already palpable tension. “...if you’re good, I’ll give you a little treat every now and then. Understand?” I finished off, tossing a glance back, my stride never breaking.
You simply nodded, your poor cock already straining against the cage I’d locked it in, the key linked to my necklace and always by my side.
“Do you even remember the last time you came, ever since we started playing this game every Monday?” I thought aloud, turning the knob of the door as we entered the dungeon-esque room. ‘The Playroom’, I had called it. My hips swayed as I reached a hand up, brushing any loose strands behind my back with sights set on the table ahead.
“Be a dear and get on the table so long,” I ordered despite the sweetness of my voice, elated as I prepared to tease you. A smack rang out as I clasped my hands together, rubbing a little in unbridled excitement as I took the coil of ropes and walked over, swiftly knotted you down. A fond smile passed for a moment as I remembered the last time you fought back, that had been a very fun night. For me.
As always, I made sure to tug at each of your limbs to make sure you were securely fastened, even pulling your hips up to make sure there was nearly no room to move. No room to cheat or give - not that you would. Well, maybe you would, but something told me the consequences of such an action would have you begging to be locked up for hours before you dared to take your chances.
But today was different, a weekend of work had left me in a bit of a sour mood and I was not about to have you cave in so early. Walking back to the table of tools, I selected an adorable ball-gag for you, giving you a lovely smile that only accentuated my mood. “We can’t have you caving in too early now, after all, I want you to beat the timer,” I offered with a smile as any following words were muffled. Your cheek found itself in my hand again, gently stroking it as I gazed down. “Maybe today you’ll finally get to cum?” I queried, patting you lightly before padding to the centre of the table where I took off my necklace and reached over, grinning at how well the cage worked.
A light click broke the silence, my hand keeping everything in place for a few more moments - just to admire the beauty of your caged cock before I let it free. Immediately, glistening like a jewel your member stood up, tears of desperation from weeks of being edged only to be locked up again as I set aside your chastity. It was lovely, the way it swung like a pendulum just aching for release.
I knelt down, setting the timer at the foot of the table where you wouldn’t be able to see it. It was the best part of our game, every Monday. Slowly, as if afraid it would burn my hand, I reached out and took ahold of your cock along the base, savouring the warm texture against my hand as I squeezed it tightly. “Don’t you just love this, getting ready to be edged until the timer dings? Oh, I can imagine it already as you start to whimper: How long is left? A minute? And hour? A day?” I teased, my voice growing more and more excited with every passing word.
“Isn’t it just the best, not knowing when you’ll be able to cum, not knowing that if you just held on for a few more seconds you would get that oh-so-lovely release?” I tempted as my tongue dashed out and licked my lips.
“I think we’ll go right to the edging today,” I announced before my lips were sealed firmly around your cock, a soft moan tickling at your head. Eagerly, I sucked myself down your length as the strokes of my hand became shorter and shorter until it fell away to give passage to my lips. Down and down I pulled, through only the power of suction until I held you in my throat, swallowing greedily until my nose pressed up against your hips, chin along your hot balls and innocent eyes staring upwards.
Another moan, vibrating your cock within my throat before I clamped down on it with my neck muscles and gave it the tightest clench it had gotten all month. It seemed almost reluctant as I pulled away, my tongue dragging along the underside as the veins sought to pop out and give that delicious texture to mix with the delectable taste of pre. It took far longer than needed, my incessant sucking keeping lips firmly sealed along your cock for a good while before it was released with a loud pop, the air rushing into my mouth and hardness swinging back and forth.
For most, that would just be the beginning, but when you’ve been locked away and unable to cum for weeks on end? All I needed was a few more strokes before you would be crying out like a newborn, writhing against the rope and just dying to cum. You wouldn’t though, not with my touch, and not with the timer still ticking away.
“Tell you what, dear. After an hour, I’ll take off your gag if you let me play with your ass a little. I promise it will make it so much better if you beat the timer, your prostate will have swollen up oh-so-much and it will feel amazing when you do cum,” I offered with a smile, forgoing to mention just how frustrated you would be if you lost, again.
“I’ll even reduce the timer by an hour! But, if you’d rather not then I’m sure you don’t mind two hours with that gag,” I sang, voice oozing cruelty at your vulnerable state, completely under my control with nothing to do but whimper and writhe.
I shot a hand forwards, gripping your base tightly as I milked out the pent up precum, a silvery bead forming along your slit before it collapsed into the sea of saliva I’d left it in.
Let the game begin.
Timer Status: Timed Out
Can you beat the timer, or will you be locked up in your cage once again?
(You'll note a lack of character descriptions. Go wild, I play plenty of women and am happy with most men. And to any who wish to play as Futa instead, I'm open. And do take your time, these usually stay open for hours before I read the messages.)
Posted May 9, 2016, 8:18 PM UTC · edited