Ken's Torment Ch. 02

Leah unlocked Ken’s cock cage after a month of keeping him locked up. As she removed the cage, she saw the desperate look on Ken’s face, his eyes widening at the sight of his liberated member. Leah smirked and ran her fingers over his now fully-erect shaft.

“You’re mine, Ken. Don’t forget that,” Leah whispered in his ear as she straddled him, her hands gripping his shoulders.

She leaned in, her lips brushing against his, and then pulled back, watching as Ken strained against his restraints, desperate for release. Leah smirked and reached for the bottle of lube, pouring a generous amount into her palm.

She rubbed it over her fingers and then reached down between Ken’s legs, her fingers grazing his balls and then teasing the sensitive head of his cock. Ken moaned, his body arching up into hers as she continued to tease him.

Leah slid her fingers down his length, feeling him twitch in response to her touch. She gripped him firmly and started to stroke him, her other hand reaching up to tease his nipples. Ken gasped and moaned, his body writhing under her touch.

“Please, Leah, let me come,” Ken begged, his voice thick with need.

Leah smirked and shook her head. “Not yet, my love. I want to play with you a little longer,” she said, continuing to stroke him slowly and deliberately.

Ken groaned in frustration, his body aching for release. He looked up at Leah, his eyes filled with desire and devotion. “Anything you want, Leah. I’m yours,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Leah grinned, enjoying the power she held over her husband. She leaned in and kissed him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth as she continued to stroke him. Ken moaned into her mouth, his hips thrusting up into hers.

Leah pulled back and looked down at him, a wicked glint in her eye. “I think it’s time for a little edging, don’t you?” she said, her voice husky with desire.

Ken groaned in response, his body trembling with need. He knew what was coming, and he couldn’t wait for Leah to take him to the edge and back again.

Leah smiled as she saw the desire in Ken’s eyes. She loved how much he craved her touch, how much he needed to be teased and tormented. She ran her hands over his body, feeling his muscles tense and relax under her touch. Slowly, she moved lower, teasing him with feather-light touches until she reached his erect cock.

Leah started with slow strokes, building Ken up until he was moaning and begging for more. Then, she stopped, leaving him hanging, desperate for release. She laughed as she watched him squirm, enjoying the power she held over him.

Finally, she took him to the edge and held him there, teasing and tormenting him until he couldn’t take it any longer. With a loud cry, he came, spilling himself over her hand. Leah grinned, feeling satisfied with how much control she has over him.

After he’d recovered, she locked him up again, mercilessly teasing him, making him beg for the full release that she knew wouldn’t come.

During Ken’s next month of chastity, Leah was relentless in her teasing and taunting. She would wear the skimpiest outfits and walk around the house flaunting her curves, making sure to brush up against Ken as often as possible. She would make him run errands for her, knowing that the jostling of the cage would drive him insane with desire.

Despite the frustration and agony of being locked up for so long, Ken found himself growing more and more devoted to Leah with each passing day. He was willing to endure any amount of torment or teasing if it meant pleasing his wife.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Leah decided to unlock Ken for some playful torment. She began by giving him a sensual massage, her fingers trailing over his skin and teasing his most sensitive areas. As she worked her way down to his caged cock, Ken moaned with pleasure and frustration.

Leah giggled as she saw how much her touch was affecting him. She knew exactly how to tease and torment him to the brink of insanity, and she loved every minute of it. She continued to play with him, edging him closer and closer to orgasm before abruptly stopping and leaving him hanging.

Ken was left panting and writhing with need, his body on fire with desire. But he knew better than to beg for release. He knew that Leah was in complete control and that he was at her mercy. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

One day, as Ken was moaning and writhing in his cage, Leah decided to take pity on him. She knew how much he craved release and decided to give him an orgasm. But she was going to do it on her terms.

Leah started by stroking Ken’s cage with her fingers, causing him to moan and thrust his hips. She then took out the key and unlocked him, making him gasp with relief. But before he could do anything, Leah started to stroke his cock with a slow and teasing rhythm, making him even more desperate for release.

As Ken got closer and closer to orgasm, Leah stopped and started, never letting him get too close. She wanted to prolong his pleasure and make him suffer for as long as possible. Finally, she allowed him to cum, but instead of letting him enjoy the full release, she ruined his orgasm again by pulling away just as he started to ejaculate.

Ken cried out in frustration and disappointment, but Leah just laughed and told him that she wasn’t done with him yet. She started to milk him, repeating the process and ruining his orgasms until he was completely drained and left gasping for breath.

Ken lay there, completely drained and feeling utterly submissive to Leah. She took the opportunity to relock his cock cage, making sure he was secure before getting dressed.

Leah walked over to him and leaned down to whisper in his ear, “You belong to me, Ken. Your cock, your orgasms, they’re all mine to control.”

Ken nodded in agreement, feeling both aroused and intimidated by Leah’s dominance. He knew that he would do anything she asked of him, no matter how depraved or humiliating it may be.

Leah smiled, pleased with Ken’s submission. She planted a soft kiss on his forehead before heading out of the room, leaving him locked up and completely under her control.

Weeks went by and Ken’s frustration and desire continued to build. He pled with Leah to let him out, but she just laughed and told him to be patient. She loved the power she had over him and enjoyed watching him squirm.

One night, after weeks of teasing and denial, Leah decided to unlock Ken for some fun. He was overjoyed at the prospect of finally being able to cum, but Leah had other plans. She started to stroke him slowly, bringing him right to the edge and then stopping just before he could reach orgasm.

Ken was left panting and desperate, begging for release, but Leah just smirked and locked him back up, promising him that he’d have to wait a little longer for that ultimate release.

Ken knew he was completely under Leah’s control, and while he longed for the sweet release of orgasm, he also knew that the longer he was denied, the more intense it would be when Leah finally allowed it.

Ken, ever the obedient husband, set out to complete an assigned project for Leah, unaware of her twisted plans for it. He meticulously followed the unlabeled plans she gave him, carefully assembling the intricate mechanisms.

Finally, after weeks of labor, a padded table with a hole in the middle was completed. Leah excitedly tested it out, ensuring that it worked to her satisfaction. She then revealed her twisted plan to Ken.

“I’m going to milk you dry, Ken,” Leah purred, a sly smile on her face. “Every drop of your cum is going to be mine.”

Ken shuddered with both fear and arousal at Leah’s words. He knew that he was completely at her mercy, and that she would stop at nothing to get what she wanted. And what she wanted, right now, was to milk him dry.

Leah removed Ken’s cage and led him to the milking table, securing him tightly in place. She then proceeded to expertly tease and torment him, building up his arousal until he could barely stand it. And then, with a flick of her wrist, she set the milking machine into motion, causing Ken to moan and writhe in pleasure.

For what seems like hours, Leah milked Ken, extracting every drop of his cum as it filled up a shot glass. And when she was finally satisfied, she released him from the milking table, leaving him weak and trembling with pleasure.

“You did such a good job, Ken,” Leah whispered, running her fingers through his hair. “I’m so proud of you.”

Ken could barely muster a response, still lost in the haze of pleasure that Leah had brought him to. Leah stood over him with a wicked smile on her face. In her hand, she held a small shot glass.

“Are you ready for this, my love?” she asked.

Leah took a thick, creamy substance in a shot glass and held it up to Ken’s lips. The taste was salty and familiar, and he realized that it was his own semen.

“Drink it all up,” Leah commanded, her voice dripping with desire.

Ken hesitated for a moment, but the intense look of pleasure on Leah’s face was too much to resist. He closed his eyes and swallowed the shot in one gulp, feeling a rush of humiliation and arousal wash over him.

Leah leaned in to kiss him, her tongue exploring his mouth as she tasted her own twisted creation. And Ken knew that he would do anything to please his wife, no matter how taboo or perverted her desires may be.

* * *

Leah had been planning something special for Ken, and she wanted to make sure he was fully prepped for it. She led him to the bathroom and instructed him to lay on the floor on his back with his legs in the air.

Ken did as he was told, feeling vulnerable and exposed in this position. Leah took a large enema bag and filled it with warm water. She inserted the nozzle into Ken’s anus and slowly began to administer the enema.

Ken moaned in discomfort as his bowels filled with water, feeling embarrassed and humiliated as Leah watched him. Once the enema bag was empty, Leah instructed Ken to hold it in as long as he could.