Thirteen

It was starting to sink in that Rick would never be all the way free.

It had taken almost forty minutes of immobility for the thought to occur to him, and half an hour later he was still thinking about it. Thirteen days locked up in that little plastic prison, thirteen nights of awaking in sudden, shocking pain as his cock attempted to engorge and pulled the cuff that held the cage in place hard against his scrotum.

And no sooner had she let him out that fourteenth morning than she had him fully secured in his present position, bound fast in a seated position to an array of varnished wood that held his arms up and back and his legs wide.

As his newly-freed cock and fortnight-heavy balls swung beneath him, Rick flexed against the tight mixture of saran wrap, handcuffs, and leather straps that she’d used to fasten him, spread open and aloft, by the side of her ornately canopied four-poster bed. His bonds didn’t budge, and the exertion just added to the cold, nervous sweat he felt on his lower back. It pooled there until it began to run, his fear and excitement and captivity made physical. The trickle found the valley between his taut cheeks. Rick shook involuntarily as his own sweat tickled the exposed bud of his asshole, and Ariel couldn’t help but giggle. The tinkling sound surprised him — he hadn’t seen her stop in the doorway to watch him come to terms with his situation, his helplessness — and he froze, staring at her.

She held his gaze silently, her short lace bathrobe fluttering about her thighs, until his eyes fell to feast on her body and her lip curled into a victorious sneer. It took Ariel four steps to cross from her doorway to the edge of her bed nearest to the day’s entertainment.

He watched her sit and cross her legs, his eyes naturally shooting to her left foot as she flexed and straightened it against the floor, bringing her right foot bobbing merrily into the open space between his trussed thighs. The sight of her toes spread and pushing firmly against the grain of her wood floor held his eye for a long moment, and he hardly saw her foot swing upward to connect stiffly with his tender, hanging balls. The impact would have doubled him over if he could move, but instead he just rattled the wooden bondage rack behind him with his useless convulsions. Ariel laughed again, this time a deeper and more sadistic sound, and started to look around for something to gag his suddenly-insufferable howl of pain.

“Why are you whining like that,” she murmured. “Aren’t you happy I let your little cock out a whole day ahead of schedule?”

He tried to quiet himself, achieving only a drop from howl to whimper, and felt himself blush as she grinned seductively at him and slide her hand around his half-hard member. She tightened her grip and stood, pulling both his rapidly stiffening cock and his line of sight up with her.

“…Asked you a question, slut…” she said, affecting an irritated tone.

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you very much for unlocking me early Mistress Ariel.”

“You’re welcome!” she chuckled. “You shouldn’t be such an ingrate. At least, not until I give you a really good reason.”

He swallowed hard, and heard a faint, pleased sigh from his tormentor, his partner, his guide, his purpose.

“Tell me Rick– do you know why I’m doing this?”

Rick mumbled something, and in the same instant she slapped his balls and grabbed him by the hair, hissing “Speak up.”

“To show me I’m not in control, Mistress,” he moaned through gritted teeth.

“Not bad. That’s not bad. Yes, that’s part of it, Riki,” she said, using the name she’d threatened him with when musing about turning him into a full-time sissy maid. “If there’s a message to today, it’s that you shouldn’t get comfortable just because I draw a little key on the calendar a couple weeks down the road. Because getting unlocked doesn’t mean anything changes for the day, Riki. That cock still belongs to me and you still exist specifically for my amusement.”

She had punctuated the speech with sharp squeezes of his balls. As she finished, his eyes were screwed tight with pain. She released his balls and slapped his cheek hard, snapping his eyes open again. She gripped his chin and his mouth fell open, and she leaned forward and spit straight down his throat, then pushed his mouth closed.

“Just because I let you out a day early doesn’t mean you get to cum a day early. I’m going to milk you off and on all day, between errands and meals, just edge you and feed you your precum all day, until you finish your two weeks. Once you hit midnight, we’ll find out what two weeks worth of sissy spunk looks like!”

His cock was crimson and throbbing at her words, even as his face looked to be on the verge of tears at the day and night ahead of him. She stroked his hair and cooed, “Don’t worry baby, it’s already noon,” then giggled and started jerking away at his dripping dick. She stroked him fast and rough, her dry hand tugging at his skin, and after two weeks nearly untouched, his pleasured groan was an animal sound from deep inside him. She tugged and tugged with her left hand, standing so that her lace robe tickled his ribs, and reached her right hand down around his thigh to tickle his asshole with nail of her first finger. He bucked at the touch, trembling and moaning as she took advantage of his complete exposure, as she watched his cock intently, waiting for just…the right…moment to–

“Stop!” She let go of his cock, pulled her finger from between his cheeks, and cupped a palm to catch the clear drools of his pre-cum as he writhed. When he had calmed, she lifted her hand to his face. Without a word from his owner he opened wide and licked her palm clean. She wiped her hand on his face roughly, and turned on her heel to go.

“Oh! I almost forgot.” She pivoted back to face her big, sweating, denied toy, smiled at him, and bent to pull the bottom drawer of her nightstand open. It was the toy drawer. Well, one of them anyway. And the sight made him twitch.

Ariel pulled a medium-sized black plug out of the drawer, a cord trailing off of it, and stepped around behind him. She set a silver kitchen bowl on the floor beneath him, like a drip-pan under a roast. Then he felt her rub a bit of lube against his twitching, spread hole. She immediately, ceasely pressed the toy into him, and he felt it thickening and filling him and stretching him until it popped fully into place and the tension was replaced by that weak, trembly feeling in his stomach and knees.

She leaned around to see his face before flicking the vibrator on, running the dial up to “HIGH” for a split-second then returning it to “MED” and walking out of the room.

“Gotta go to spin class. I’ll be back to check on you in a little while, Riki, try not to explode while I’m gone.” His eyes followed her swaying ass until the door clicked closed behind her, leaving him alone with the quiet thrum of the vibrating plug.

———- ~ PART II ~ ———-

Rick had no way to track the time. The bedside clock was facing away from him, and the curtains were pulled down rendering the shadows inert. He tried counting minutes, but after eight counts of 60 had passed he worried he’d make himself insane keeping on like that throughout a whole spin class. Ariel’s gym was just one subway stop away or a quick 10 minute walk, and he was pretty sure the classes themselves were about forty minutes. He figured she’d be at least an hour and a half, though, factoring in a bit of after-class flirting with the power lifters. And that assumed she didn’t make other stops. She hadn’t said when she’d be back, other than “a little while.” Knowing her that could mean hours.

When he heard her keys in the lock, he was completely unsure how long she’d been gone. Her sneakers squeaked around the kitchen and he heard the faucet run, and suddenly each second she didn’t turn down the hall and come back into the room stretched into its own little eternity of torment. He was breathing heavily by the time she finally walked back into the bedroom, headphones in her ears, her hair brought back into a high ponytail, beads of sweat standing out everywhere on her shoulders and neck and calves below the high cuffs of her yoga pants.

She bustled about the room, humming quietly along to her music, ignoring him as she stripped off her sneakers — he thought he could see steam rise from the toes of her white crew socks — and stepped into the bathroom to flip on the shower. She came right back out, though, snagging her glass of water and downing the bottom half of it as she walked back over to him.

Ariel plucked her headphones out of her ears, smiled at him, sat down on the bed, and extended one sweat-soaked foot toward his face.

This routine had taken some getting used to, but Rick knew what was expected. Delicately, he pinched the front seam of her sock between his front teeth, and pulled the damp, fragrant lump of cotton from her foot. She wiggled her toes, pressing his nose in between him, and he reflexively inhaled deeply, the rich, potent smell of her feet making his cock jump. She switched feet, and he removed her second sock, and then went quickly to work licking top, bottom, and between each of her ten toes as she held her feet together before his mouth. As he finished each foot, she pushed all five toes into his mouth for just a moment, letting him slurp up to the pad of her foot before he continued on. Then it was the soles, in long, broad strokes from heel forward, and after he’d licked the sweat from every last surface inch of her peds she stood and patted him on the head.

Then she turned around, bent forward at the waist, and pressed his nose and mouth straight into the damp, darkened triangle of sweat on her pants, burying his face in her ass not 15 minutes after she’d pulled it off the stationary bike. He’d never know it, but Ariel was far more interested in getting back to torment him than in watching the hunks do their feats of strength while their spotters gawked irresponsibly at her curves.