Mercifully she had me remove my cage.

Every year since we became a couple, we have celebrated Valentine's Day on the 13th of February.  We did so I the beginning because it was impossible to get a reservation at any restaurant in Valley of the Sun on V-Day.  It worked out so well then and since, that it has become our tradition and it make celebrating V-Day SOOOO MUCH MORE enjoyable.  We have our pick of the best restaurants, the streets aren't crowded and it's just a overall super-relaxed way for us to celebrate.

In my last post, I described how Mistress K was punishing me by making me wear my chastity cage for an undetermined amount of time.  I hate that fucking cage!  Hate it.  I love being chaste and having my se and orgasms completely under control and supervision, but I hate that fucking cage!!!!  And she knows it.

I woke up on our Valentine's Day, grumpy, sleepy and feeling the painful effects of my cage successfully preventing any movement of my cock, including the involuntary, painful and fruitless attempts at nighttime erections. I was getting cranky at having to wear this cage, but Mistress K. was teaching me a lesson and I knew that any attempt at subtly getting her to allow me to remove would be met with scorn, disappointment and more time in the cage.  But now I was going on my 4th straight day in the cage and it physical effects on my body were starting to have an emotional effect as well.  Per haps Mistress K. knows how this works and wants to see if I am willing to fight through the "sentence" of wearing the cage.

During the day I went to the local adult store because I wanted to get a naughty card for V-Day.  Surprisingly they didn't have much, but I found one that would suffice.  While in there, I shopped around for stuff.  I know we were low on lube so I got some of that.  Check.  I knew I was needing some more penis desensitizing spray for those time when Mistress K. wants to be fucked deep, slow and hard, and for a long time.  Check. 

Then, I came across this guy:

It was inexpensive, stretchy, soft and has that nice little security harness that goes over your cock and balls to hold it in place.  While at our super sexy dinner and the super sexy restaurant, I was describing the cock extension to Mistress.  She had had a couple of stiff cocktails and before long she was having me ask for the check so we could get out of there and to our bed before the kids got home from practice.  Mistress told me to remove my cage and get into the shower and "wash all that cage nasty off of it".  I was speedy Gonzalez.  There is no better feeling that removing my cock cage after having suffered through for 4 days.  After my shower I rushed back to the bed to find her under the covers, naked and glorious.  There is always a moment of awe and appreciation when I see Mistress K. naked, and I always stop and the savor the moment for a few seconds.  Especially after having disappointing her a few days earlier, her eagerness for me to provide sexual pleasure to her had me soaring.  

It was meant to be.  She told me to get the new extension and put it.  We were both disappointed I that it didn't add any significant length or girth, but I knew it would aid in helping me avoid cumming (or wanting to cum) before Mistress K. and sufficiently received the fucking she was looking for.  It was awesome.  I fucked her hard, long, deep and made her feel like the needy, dirty little slut that she sometimes likes to be.  I made her hold herself open for me.  I made her tell me that she wanted to fucked "right now", that she wanted me to fuck her, that she was a needy little slut ...... and she did.

Of course, moments like this are merely temporary moments to abandonment for Mistress K..  Moments with which she and have been  able to reveal and recognize without having the speak about it beforehand.  Wearing a cock extension in moments like this ensure that she gets the fucking she wants, and I am so thankful to have one on hand.  Without it, my long denied, edge and denied cock that is constantly marinated in desire, teasing and edging, would simply want to cum too soon.  Not being allowed to cum (without permission) requires that I stop before a violation occurs.  Of course when that happens, yes, it keeps my ass from being beat red for cumming without permission, but it also and at the same time denies Mistress K. the deep, long, slow then fast fucking she is looking for.  You get the idea ....

On this night, Mistress K. got thoroughly ravished, fucked and used like a little-fuck you .... just exactly how she wanted it to be.  Afterward .... she laid there, basking in the afterglow of her deep orgasms.  A minute or so later, so informed me that I would be cumming on this evening.  She told me to straddle her body and masturbate until I cum.  It didn't take long and when I first started to feel the orgasm building in my balls.  As I will do, I asked, then begged Mistress to make it a ruined orgasm .... but she said no.  "You will fuck your hand to a full orgasm, and do it now".  Seconds later the glorious ejaculation and orgasm was right there, right at the edge.  I almost forgot to ask permission to cum (which is always required immediately preceding orgasm, even if permission was previously obtained.).  I stroked my cock long and slow, and then fast and had an orgasm that lasted for what seemed like an eternity.  Right there on her belly and her chest.

Happy Valentine's Day lover .... was what she said as I got up off of her to get a towel to cleanher with.

Wow, just fucking wow!

Thank you Mistress.  I worship and adore you!