I Woke Up Shivering By The Throbbing Of My Caged Cock. Being Locked For One Month Straight, Except For

The Enchantress: A Most Cruel Baron (part 1)

The cruel mistress had forced the hero into the form fitting, double sealed cocoon. She smirked down at his struggling form. She turned to the enchantress, who was leaning in the corner shaking her head.

Baroness: He came at my house, with the notion that he would defeat me and free my slaves… So I’ve made him into one instead. Will you be interfering?

Enchantress: If he were foolish enough to be defeated by you he deserves it. I won’t interrupt your game.

The baroness smirked and looked down at the cocooned hero.

Baroness: You weren’t as powerful as the rumors made you out to be, heroic little boy. I was able to overpower you with just a zap of my lightning baton… It’s such a mighty baton, isn’t it?

Giggling, she bent down to feel the hero’s crotch. He squirmed. She had sealed him nude, an impression of his erection outlined against the rubber. She smirked and placed her baton, powered off mercifully, alongside his cock. It had a solid two inches over the hero’s “baton.”

Baroness: My my, unimpressive in other ways. I believe mine is far worthier of the tile “hero” than yours. Aren’t heroes supposed to wield mighty weapons, hero?

As she said this the enchantress shook her head and walked toward the two. She nudged the baroness to the side and whispered in the hero’s ear.

Enchantress: Hello, dear. Just letting you know that I am here as well.. I’ll be protecting you from anything too dangerous… Does that relieve you? Or are you even more terrified than before…

The hero’s squirming and struggling immediately heightened… His erection immediately grew, stretching its rubber trappings. The baroness’s eyes widened as it grew to nine… almost ten inches, surpassing the length of the baton by half an inch.

The enchantress smirked at the baroness, who pouted.

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The baroness forced the bound hero’s body to the ceiling, bound with a chain holding his ankles, his knees, and one against his shoulders. He hung two meters in the air, his back curved back so that his crotch was dangling a foot below the mistress’s head.

She felt the rubber bound crotch with her hands, gently at first. Then she pressed the hard end of her whip against the outline of his cock to let him know her sadistic plan.

Baroness: Real leather. The knob at the end isn’t metal, just some bunched up wool. Your body is covered with relatively thick rubber, which will shield you only a bit. Make no mistake, it’ll still hurt more than you could possibly imagine.

She looked back at the enchantress.

Baroness: … You really won’t object to this? I’m going to be destroying your boyfriend’s precious cock.

Enchantress: Do your worst.

Baroness: It’ll be slow… I’ll make him suffer for a long time… I once captured a robber and whipped him for a whole day. Even hunger and thirst couldn’t stop me.

Enchantress: Your sadism knows no bounds, Baroness. Impressive. Nevertheless, feel free.

Baroness: Truly, you are a most awful lover.

Enchantress: You simply don’t understand him as I do.

The baroness uncoiled her whip. It was thin, like thread.

Baroness: You underestimate my whipping arm, enchantress.

She swung her whip at the hero’s crotch. It struck him with a crack.

Disappointingly, the hero gave a low muffled wince. Not the shrill scream of pain the baroness expected.

Enchantress: Hmph. Even if he weren’t shielded in tight rubber the hero would barely feel such a weak blow.

Incensed by these words the cruel baroness swung harder with each subsequent whip. She expertly hit her target each time, the hero’s poor tortured genitals. Even simply watching would make anyone who was born with a pair of balls themselves beg for mercy on the hero’s behalf.

Except for the lack of cries or evidence of pain. In fact, the hero was instead moaning, and whimpering. He begged for her to stop and for mercy, yes… But not from pain.

Baroness: My God… he’s about to cum… Is he a masochist.

Enchantress: As I said before, your weak little whip is nothing against his bulwark of defense. His pain tolerance is inhuman, beyond even the level of some of the mightiest ogres. All you’re doing is bullying his poor cock… Essentially, you’ve just been jerking him off. Well, not that I’d stop you even if you could hurt him.

The enchantress glanced at the hero, frowning. Her precious hero had many weaknesses. But he had none at all against pain. She had never uncovered the mystery of why…

Baroness: Absurd!

She gave one final lash at the hero’s cock.

The rubber split open. His long, erect cock slid through the slit. It was trembling…

Baroness: Oh my!

The baroness flinched, covering her face as though expecting him to cum right onto her body… When it became clear he wasn’t going to… not yet… she took a closer look…

Baroness: O-oh…

She looked at it with some reluctant admiration… She had spent the last few minutes attacking it, and yet it was not bruised or cut. It was simply red from the pressure of being sealed up for so long, huge from arousal, and shivering on the edge of eruption from the erotic abuse…

The words “strength” and “beautiful” being associated with a penis is laughable. Ridiculous. And yet those bizarre and childish thoughts appeared in the baroness’s head…

Despite herself she wanted to touch it, even if it made him cum all over her. She would risk it…

She felt the cock’s skin with her finger tips, stroking it. The hero’s muffled screams grew louder. It felt hard, nicely warm… Being a cruel, despicable human being, each time before that the baroness had felt the penises of her playthings they were whipped and pathetic little things that she had abused. She would masturbate to her sex toys’ destruction and her dominance and victories over them, never actually allowing them to orgasm…

She gave the hero’s cock three soft tugs. The hero screamed in ecstasy and the baroness knew it was coming. She was braced for it, however unpleasant it might be. In fact, some dark secret part of her soul wanted it. She wanted to see if there was pleasure in making a man cum…

Enchantress: Whoopsie!

With a snap of the fingers the hero’s cock was sealed up back into the rubber suit, which repaired itself. The hero’s hips bucked against the rubber bindings and he screamed and moaned. To the baroness’s great dismay, she realized he was orgasming inside the suit. She could only see his orgasm through the opaque, tight rubber outlining his shapely cock. It twitched and twitched for a solid twenty seconds! And it grew smaller and smaller.

She watched it with wonder. What was this feeling, knowing she had made him cum? She had always seen allowing a slave an orgasm as making a concession, giving mercy. But this didn’t feel like that at all. She felt a warm tingling in her loins that she couldn’t explain…

Enchantress: That was close, baroness. You nearly got your slave’s nasty gunk all over you. Luckily I was here.

The baroness looked at the enchantress. She was looking down at her, smirking. Whatever the baroness was feeling right now, the enchantress obviously knew.

Humiliated the baroness stormed away to stew in her thoughts in another room.

The enchantress smiled up at the bound hero.

Enchantress: Quite a predicament you’ve fallen into. I wonder how or if you’ll ever escape this one… 

She chuckled to herself as she reached up and began squeezing the poor hero’s post-orgasm, tender and sensitive rubber bulge…

New Approach, Old Problem (4)

“Very well slave, you may cum on my feet, but if you do then you will wait the full three weeks as previously decided. Alternatively, you may cum on my shoes, in which case your period of denial will be reduced to two weeks, or you can cum in your own hand, in which case you will only have to endure a single week. Lastly, you can choose to forego your orgasm altogether, in which case your punishment will be annulled completely.“

Mistress paused for a moment, allowing my choices to sink in before adding.

“And of course I don’t need to tell you slave, that wherever you choose to cum, if you choose to cum, you will be licking up your mess for me…”

“Yes Mistress, of course Mistress.”

The last part was no big deal for me as I had long since become accustomed to the taste of my own cum and would gladly swallow it for my Mistress at any time, indeed I could not remember the last time she had allowed me to cum without the proviso that I would swallow my cum for her.

“Well…”

I realised that perhaps twenty seconds had passed since Mistress had finished laying out my options and I was no nearer to making a decision. I knew that foregoing my orgasm completely was not an option, since I was still hovering perilously close to climax. Cumming in my hand would mean only seven days of waiting, but wouldn’t be nearly as satisfactory as licking my cum from Mistress’s beautiful feet, but the thought of waiting three long weeks was just too much.

“I’m waiting slave, decide quickly or I will decide for you.”

Spurred into action by Mistress’s threat I quickly made my choice and blurted out my decision.

“Shoes Mistress… please may I be allowed to cum on your shoes…”

Mistress smiled wickedly.

“Good slave, I’m pleased with your choice… I would have been disappointed if you’d taken too easy an option, so then, perhaps I could tempt you to make another decision for me?”

I looked into Mistress’s beautiful dark eyes and wondered what evil twist she had in store for me now.

“Ruin it for me and I’ll halve your punishment.”

Oh God no, she couldn’t do that, not now… but it would bring her touch that much closer, and it was clear from her voice that she wanted it, as such anything else would be putting my own pleasure before hers, and that was a novices’ error that would be bound to lead to some kind of punishment further down the line. I swallowed hard and bowed my head.

“I will ruin it for you Mistress.”

Mistress shifted restlessly on the bed and I was sure that my absolute submission was making her pussy very wet indeed, perhaps there would be a chance for me to taste her after all.

“Good slave,” she purred as she lifted her foot up to my chest. “Take my shoes off.”

Once again I looked at her dumbly, and then the penny dropped, she had tricked me. I thought I had agreed to lick my cum off her shoes while they were still on her feet, but in actual fact…

As the realisation began to dawn on me Mistress couldn’t help but let out a giggle at my foolishness. She had set a trap and I had walked right into it and now I would have to completely humiliate myself in front of her. I reached up and obediently unbuckled the strap at the back of Mistress’s heel, gazing longingly at Mistress’s adorable toes and the other parts of her feet that were plainly visible in the gaps between the patent leather strips that made up the shoes in question. How could I have been so stupid?

I removed the shoe and Mistress offered her other foot, her hand already moving between her legs as she reveled in her utter dominance over me. I removed the second shoe and placed them together on the floor in front of me, my cock still achingly hard and throbbing above them.

Mistress opened her legs now and blatantly pushed her fingers inside her sodden panties, masturbating freely as she watched me do her bidding. Her shoulder length hair hung back from her head as she leaned back, watching me through half closed eyes as she brought herself closer and closer to another orgasm.

“Do it,” she hissed mercilessly.

I reached down and curled my fingers around my poor throbbing cock, it responded immediately and within a dozen strokes I felt the tell-tale signs of orgasm approaching. I held back for as long as I could, determined to extract the maximum possible pleasure from my ruined orgasm, but not daring to overstep the mark for fear of further punishment.  

Mistress moaned as she felt her own orgasm approach and I joined in as I felt the first rope of cum erupt half-heartedly from my throbbing stalk. I had obediently taken my hand away a few seconds previously and now could only watch and clench my muscles desperately as I tried in vain to garner some pleasure from the orgasm that she had robbed me of.

I looked up to see her still watching me, her eyes narrow slits as she masturbated furiously, her fingers moving frantically inside her panties until with a sharp cry she bucked wildly, falling back onto the bed as she thrashed her way through a massively intense orgasm. It was probably the most erotic thing I had ever witnessed in my life.

I looked down at my still twitching, still rock-hard, unsatisfied cock and the cum covered shoes laying on the carpet below. Mistress lay flat out on the bed, breathing heavily, her face flushed, she wasn’t watching me now, but I knew what I had to do, what I must always do when I’m allowed release, ruined or not. I picked up the right shoe, lifted it to my mouth and eagerly began cleaning up my cum…

The End.

Sadly this is only a work of fiction, maybe one day it will be real… I hope you all enjoy it! Thanks to Robert Anthony.

Not exactly the orgasms I meant, but thank you mistress!

Hello, Princess. I told my friend that I'm into chastity and she's been very supportive and curious about it when I bring it up. Do you have any advice on how to ask her to hold my keys?

Honestly at this point if she already knows and is supportive it’s kinda rude not to offer her your keys

Ejaculation

There are some very interesting ways to spice up a FLR, especially when the relationship has become predictable. The beautiful thing about a FLR, is that it never has to become predictable for very long, because the very nature of power exchange, means things can change at any time. Since power exchange, is affecting both partners at very sensitive levels it can be a lot of fun to explore it deeper, to really figure out how to reach deeper into it.

Keeping a submissive, locked up, teased and denied often, will keep him submissive. However, a domme should not forget that subspace is exactly where he wants to be. It’s the best place for him to be in to serve, however, over time, he can get used to subspace, and her power keeping him horny begins to waver a little bit, because it’s what he wants. Being horny becomes his normal state of being.

This can be problematic, because he forgets what it’s like to cum, and his body no longer has the urgent need to ejaculate. Without that need to ejaculate, he may still be subservient, but his desire to push limits, will have waned, and his subservience may have become routine, or not as enthusiastic. This is normal, and often tease and denial will perk him back up, among other things.

There is a way to bring back that desperation however, to turn him back into that very desperate submissive he once was when you were discovering the joys of chastity together. In those days where his submission was half motivated to submit, and half motivated to get the reward of ejaculation. The days where the passion was at its highest peak, and the chivalry was at its highest level.

It requires applying a little bit of reverse psychology, and this can be extremely fun for the domme as well as the submissive. You see, once he has reached that plateau of hornyness, he’s no longer going to want to ejaculate, he’s going to prefer saying denied. Ejaculation to him now, is a chore.

Ejaculation means having to go through subdrop for the next 12 hours or more. He doesn’t want to leave subspace, and he doesn’t want to experience subdrop, it makes him feel down, as if he came down from a high, almost depressed even. He loses all desire to submit, and he feels empty, unfulfilled. Ejaculation is almost like a punishment for him at this point.

Which is exactly why ejaculation has become the perfect way to bring him right back into deeper submission. A submissive should be taught to remain submissive, even if they don’t feel submissive, after ejaculation. This is very difficult for a submissive to do, especially in the early days. One primary method for helping him overcome this, is to have him consume his own cum afterward.

Making him consume his own cum, means the first thing he must do, after ejaculation is perform a submissive act. A submissive act that he really doesn’t want to perform. This keeps him in the submissive mindset, even when he’s really not feeling it. Proper aftercare should then be taken after he has done this. He still wants to feel safe, and cared for.

Once he has learned to be submissive even after ejaculation, the real fun can begin after he’s used to being in the horny plateau, which can take months. After months or years of infrequent, or no full ejaculations, the reverse psychology of ejaculating him can work wonders.

Bringing ejaculation back to the forefront of the relationship can take a bit of adjusting to, but its easier if he’s been trained to be submissive afterward. Over a period of a couple weeks, to a month, a domme can increase the frequency of how often he gets to ejaculate. Perhaps in the first week, it’s two times. Increasing it up to maybe twice a day by the end of the month.

He’s not going to be in subspace for an entire month almost, but remember, that’s not up to him! What’s happening, is his body is once again getting used to ejaculating frequently, and so naturally he begins to crave that, while at the same time, craving subspace even more. He is completely at the mercy of a domme at this point.

When the times comes to be locked back up in chastity, he’s going to once again, have a very difficult time adjusting to the chaste life, and his subservience is going to drastically soar back to begging for attention, and begging to service her with his enthusiastic tongue, while also begging for ejaculation. It’s quite the conundrum for him, and its a delicious amount of power for her. She can have so much fun playing with this, and come up with creative ideas along the way.

A female led relationship never has to get boring, or dull, or routine. A little reverse psychology can go a long way! Ejaculation becomes a doubled edged sword, his best friend, yet his greatest enemy, his domme is in total control of his sexuality and he’s forever left guessing as to what might happen next!

Thank you for reading!  If you’d like to learn more about female led relationships, check out my Practical FLR book series.