“Head up! Back arched! Good. Can’t have your form falling apart just because you’re tired, can we? Ugh! You’re covered in sweat and bug spray. You need to be scrubbed and hosed down.” She left me on my hands and knees while she went to find a bucket and scrub brush.
I knew she would take it as evidence that I needed to be milked more to control my addiction, but I still couldn’t help getting an erection while she was gone. Waiting there, being treated like an animal made me stiff. By the time she returned I had grown a full erection.
“Oh my god! How much of a slut are you?” She approached me on the deck with a bucket. “Well, you’re going to get cleaned. At least cleaning your cock will be easier now that it’s hard. Spread your legs slut!” I snapped my head up, spread my legs wider and arched my back in the “on display” pose she had taught me. She reached between my legs from behind and ran both hands along my erection a few times.
“Fuck! I just milked you not two hours ago. That boner is the result of not being milked often enough, I’m sure of it. I’m putting on scrub gloves. The textured surface will exfoliate you while I scrub you.” She smiled and snapped on the gloves. “Might be a little stimulating on an erect cock, so try not to whimper.” Her sandpaper hands scrubbed circles into my ass.
“You really need to learn restraint buddy.” A gloved finger massaged the cleft between my buttocks. Her other gloved hand found my erect cock. One hand slid down to encompass my balks, the other began stroking my cock. Her gloved hand burned along my shaft. She stopped stroking me and placed a finger tip between my teeth.
“Close.” I bit down on the glove and it came off her hand and hung from my mouth. She left the glove hanging and explored my crotch with her bare hand. The contrast between her sandpaper-exfoliating hand and her soft, ungloved fingers was excruciating.
“Move.” I was grateful for a command to do what I couldn’t help anyway. My hips pumped slowly and deliberately. Even in my exacerbated horny state I knew I wanted to stretch this experience out as long as humanly possible. But she had other plans.
“SMACK!” Her open palm came down sharply on my unprotected ass. No monologue necessary. I pumped her hand faster. But not flat-out. I knew she would want me to save that for the final lap.
“Faster! My show is on in 15 minutes. Cum in the next 10 minutes and I won’t have to punish you. Make me miss my show and you will wish you were still on the trail.”
I sped up. Having a time-limited window of opportunity was incredibly motivating. In no time, enough pre-cum slicked the palm of her hand for me to establish a fast, steady rhythm. My balls slapped against her wrist and I felt the tingling climb through my groin. With the unbearable thrill of cumming, I erupted onto the deck. All over the deck. All over her hand. She held on until the last of it drooled from the end of my cock.
“Good boy. Two minutes to spare.” She pressed her fingers against my mouth. “Lick”. I cleaned her fingers. “Don’t swallow without permission.” Her bare hand stroked my back, drifted onto my ass and circled my balls. She pulled down on my balls and held my cock in her other bare hand.
“You may swallow.” I heard the trace of excitement in her voice; the erotic satisfaction that comes with control. Her hand tightened in ownership on my deflating cock and acknowledging her dominance, I swallowed.
“Feels good doesn’t it? That submission of your will, the surrender of your manhood.” She slipped my soft compliant cock into the loose-fitting but effective male chastity device, then continued to play with my balls.
“Having that level of compliance means you can be free to indulge your sexual self without fear of remorse or guilt. That’s all on me now. All you have to do is what you’re told. You are free to be a complete slut. Sound good?”
“Yes Ma’am. Sounds wonderful.”
“Oh it will be once you are fully trained. You still have more to learn. You’ll likely fight it at first. Letting go of your preconceived ideas will be an unconscious struggle. But your notions, no matter what they are, will invariably need to be replaced with my definitions of submission. You will need to accept my ideals before you will be allowed to experience the ecstatic freedom of true male submission to a female authority. No, I didn’t make up another rule to torment you with, that’s just how the thing works.”
I felt the cage constraining my swelling cock. I knew she was right. Why did knowing I had to give up my fantasies for hers make me hard?
“I can feel your balls shrink, sub. So that device must be getting a little uncomfortable around your inflating cock. Actually, it’s not meant to punish you, just contain your enthusiasm until it can be more constructively directed by someone other than you. That’s all for today.”
She fondled my balls one last time then walked inside. “Follow me. You can rest your face between my legs while I watch my show.” She glanced over her shoulder and caught my eye. “Or just curl up naked at my feet and go to sleep. Your choice.”
I crawled after her when she went inside then lay down with my head on her feet as she settled back to watch her show. She reached forward, patted my head and clicked the TV on.
“Good boy. I’m too tired to be licked now anyway. Go to sleep. I’ll wake you up if you can be of service.”
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