My heart raced with anticipation and my caged dick once again fought against its confines as I opened the text message from Beth.
‘On second thought, I think we should start your punishment now. Come to my place ASAP,’ the text read.
I was torn between a mixture of excitement and angst. On one hand, I was glad I would get to see her again immediately. But on the other hand, I was anxious about this mystery punishment.
I texted back a quick reply that I would be right there, and practically sprinted down the hall to her room.
“Someone’s eager,” Beth greeted me as she opened the door.
“I’m glad I don’t have to wait until 6 to see you,” I said earnestly. God these five days had me wearing my thoughts right on my sleeve.
“I can see that,” Beth giggled as she closed the door and walked towards me. Before I knew it, she had embraced me and began kissing me aggressively. Her tongue probed my mouth as she practically mauled me. My cock surged against the cage, but it was, of course, stymied.
“I didn’t want to wait…until 6…either,” She said passionately in between kisses. “We have…all day together…and I intend,” she fondled my cage through my pants, causing my legs to wobble and an involuntary shudder to escape my lips, “to talk full…advantage of that.”
With that, her hand left my crotch and she broke away from the embrace.
I gasped and shuddered. Obviously her contact was driving me crazy, but I still wanted more.
“Don’t worry,” Beth said, sensing my disappointment, “we’ll have plenty of time for that later. Right now we need to discuss the consequences for not doing that essay.”
I tensed with anxiety. l couldn’t shake the feeling she was going to prolong my time in chastity as punishment. Please let it be anything but that!
“At first,” Beth said with a wicked grin, “I was going to delay your release by three days.”
My jaw dropped.
“Judging by your reaction,” Beth laughed, “you would prefer the alternative consequence.”
“You’re giving me a choice?” I asked incredulously.
“Indeed I am. Aren’t I so nice?” She teased. “Your other option is to write ‘I’m sorry I forgot the essay, please don’t extend my chastity’ 250 times. You can have a cramped hand or a cramped dick for three extra days. Your choice baby,” She laughed.
“I’ll write the lines,” I said without hesitation.
“Thought you would,” Beth responded, “I left paper and pen by the couch. I’m going to go give myself a raging orgasm – or maybe more than one – while you do that.”
I groaned, prompting more laughter from Beth as she went to her bedroom.
“Oh, and do make sure it’s legible. A girl like me likes handwriting to be prim and proper.” Beth added, with a fake innocence in her voice.
I replied that I would, and settled myself on to the couch. This was really going to suck. Not only does writing so many lines guarantee a hand cramp, but my handwriting has always been atrocious. Oh well, it was unquestionably better than the alternative.
‘I’m sorry I forgot the essay, please don’t extend my chastity.’ I wrote the first line with painstaking denizli escort care, determined to write the lines to Beth’s satisfaction.
I wrote the line again. And again. I could feel the cage tightening as I wrote, especially every time I wrote the word ‘chastity.’ I could imagine Beth smiling as I wrote the lines, begging to be mercifully spared from further denial. Of course that only made me strain in the cage even harder.
I groaned to myself and shifted positions, trying in vain to get more comfortable. I had started to find a rhythm and had written the line 25 times when I heard the first loud moan from Beth.
I tried in vain to block out the moans, but it was futile. I squirmed and shuddered as I did my best to plow ahead with the lines. But the teasing and distraction only worsened.
“This feels so good baby,” Beth called from her room. “I can’t imagine why anybody would give up their ability to do this. I love having orgasms at will.”
I involuntarily whimpered before repeatedly moving my legs around. I had to redirect some of that pent up energy. I was going to go ballistic otherwise.
More moans followed as I wrote more lines. My handwriting had definitely suffered from the distraction, but it was still decent – at least by my standards. I hoped it would be up to Beth’s standards.
“How far along are you babe?” She called out from the bedroom.
“87 lines,” I responded. 163 lines to go and my hand was already quite cramped.
“Oooh that’s it? Better hurry up baby,” she teased.
I had to write faster, but I also couldn’t get sloppy. I was in a real pickle. I stopped for a few seconds so that my hand could rest. As I resumed writing, Beth’s moans resumed with increased frequency. I redoubled my efforts.
I was slightly past the halfway point when I heard a piercing scream emanate from the bedroom. My cock throbbed and I squirmed. She had definitely just had an orgasm.
Moments later the bedroom door opened, and Beth emerged completely nude – except for the key dangling around her neck.
I looked down, determined to finish my lines with minimal distraction. But Beth had other ideas.
“That felt so good,” she said as she sat down on the couch. “How far along are you?”
“140 lines.” I said, hoping she wasn’t expecting me to already be done.
“You really picked up the pace. I hope you didn’t sacrifice neatness for the sake of expediency.” She said in that teasing voice of hers.
Before I could respond, she stretched out on the couch, placing her feet over my cage.
I groaned and shuffled in my seat.
“I’m not distracting you am I?” she asked innocently.
“N-no,” I lied.
“Mmmm good,” she said as she started moving her foot back and forth across my crotch.
“Oh my God,” I moaned. Beth giggled.
I was at 150 lines. I just had to keep going.
After some more time, Beth began lightly tapping her heel up and down on my locked up goods. That caught me by such surprise that my hand shifted, ruining the ‘s’ in ‘chastity’ on line 170.
“Ooh, diyarbakır escort better write that line all over again naughty boy,” Beth taunted.
As I did so, she tapped her heel on my crotch two more times. A desperate sob escaped from my mouth.
To my surprise, Beth mercifully removed her feet from my crotch. But I was not getting a reprieve. Just a couple of seconds later, she was behind the couch, whispering in my ear – almost nibbling on it.
I thrusted upwards involuntarily.
“The sooner you finish,” she whispered softly in my ear, “the sooner we can go back to my bedroom and have fun. Doesn’t eating my ass sound so much better than this menial task?”
“Y-yes,” I managed to mutter.
“Mmmm I bet. Hurry up then.” she responded as she started rubbing my shoulders.
I was a hot and horny mess as I kept writing, suppressing the urge to squirm.
Finally, the end was near. I just had 20 more lines and I was done!
“If you don’t finish soon, I’m going to extend your chastity anyway.” Beth said sweetly into my ear.
“No. Please. I’m almost done!” I sputtered and begged.
“Well hurry up then,” Beth giggled.
I was on the last line when Beth started counting down from 10, but I finished just in time.
“You cut that really close baby,” Beth teased as she read the lines. “I’m feeling generous though, so no extra chastity.”
“Thank you so much!” I couldn’t believe how close to breaking down she had gotten me.
“I think you should thank me,” Beth said as she kissed me again, “by giving me a nice, big orgasm. Hmmm? Doesn’t that sound fair?”
I nodded my assent, and quickly followed her to the bedroom. She motioned for me to undress as she leaned over the bed.
“Mmmm, why don’t press your tight cage against my ass baby?” Beth said, her voice filled with lust.
I felt like screaming from the denial now, but I obliged.
“Grab my sides, come on big boy.” She said as she began grinding her ass against my cage, up and down, side to side.
I cried out in frustration. I couldn’t take much more of this! I wanted to fuck her so badly, but this was the closest I had gotten.
“This feels so fucking good baby!” Beth said aggressively as she kept grinding. “But I think I need that talented tongue of yours to finish the job.”
“You want this tongue huh?” I don’t what came over me, but I was so fired up and aroused I decided to tease right back.
“Oh yes I fucking do. I want it in my ass this instant!” She immediately responded, her voice inflected with unrestrained arousal.
I didn’t need to be told twice. I dropped down to my knees and began working my tongue in there, just as I had done many times these past five days.
I tried to ignore the perpetual tightening of my cage and just focus on bringing another orgasm to Beth, but that went about as well as it had every other time.
Of course, it didn’t help when Beth began playing with my cage and balls with her foot. She rubbed her foot all over it before positioning her foot under my full balls, after antalya escort which she began raising my trapped cock up and down. A muffled moan left my lips, eliciting more laughter from Beth.
Laughter that was soon replaced by her moaning and rapid breathing.
“Don’t stop! You are so good at this. I’ve never been eaten as well by anyone else!” I could tell from her voice she was close to cumming. The swelling in my cage continued as she heaped praise on my oral abilities.
“Oh my God! I’m gonna cum!” She screamed loudly and began to quiver as she climaxed.
I dropped back from her ass and began resting. Beth, too, was relaxing. She had stopped teasing my cage with her foot, and was regaining her breath as she laid on her stomach.
After a few seconds, she rolled over onto her back and beckoned for me to join her.
“Get on top of me,” she pulled me onto her and wrapped her arms around my back. My cock protested heavily against the cage as we began making out.
No words were said. Just passionate, frenetic kissing by both of us while Beth ground repeatedly against my cage. It was almost starting to hurt. This teasing was starting to rival the teasing I had endured earlier in the week, and I still had another two days!
Just when I thought this current teasing had reached its zenith, Beth reached out to her side and retrieved her vibrator – which must have been already on the bed from earlier.
She didn’t say a word, and kept kissing as she reached down and began stimulating herself with it. She was really going to cum right next to my cage again!
She was writhing beneath me now, moaning as we continued to kiss.
After what seemed like an eternity for me, she had another earth-shattering orgasm. I once again groaned. How could someone who looked so sweet have such a devious streak? Don’t get me wrong – I loved this streak of hers. But still, how?
“That’s five orgasms I’ve had today now baby. One for each day you’ve been denied,” Beth said as our kissing came to a natural stopping point. “I do love symbolism.”
I rolled over and sat up on the bed. Looking at the clock, I saw it wasn’t quite 3 yet. This day was far from over for me.
“All of this has me wiped out,” Beth said. “Would you be a dear and hand me my clothes?”
I handed her what I could find before turning to my own clothes, but she stopped me.
“Did I say you could get dressed?” Beth asked with an amused smile.
“No, I guess not.” I hadn’t been expecting that.
“No, I didn’t,” she smiled as she shook her head. “Help me get dressed.”
I clasped her bra (an immensely frustrating experience) and retrieved the rest of her clothes before asking to get dressed myself.
“Hmmm, not for a bit.” She said. “I think we’re both pretty tired, and one of us – I think you can guess who – is very satisfied. How about we just watch a movie or something?”
That sounded good, unless it was going to be an adult movie like last time.
“Don’t worry,” Beth laughed as if she had read my mind. “Not a porno.”
I breathed an audible sigh of relief.
“How about we fix some popcorn?” She asked. “Tell you what, you can get dressed when the popcorn is ready.”
I followed her to the couch, ready to wind down. It had been a day of intense frustration and denial, and I was going to need as much rest as possible if I was going to make it through these next couple of days.
To be continued…