The scientific method 3 - fantasy cum proposal

It had been a long, long month, locked by her command. Now in a quiet room he lay, bound and panting with denied demand. Hours passed and when breathless and dizzy, she leant in close and whispered time for your jizzy!

Mistress picked up the wooden ruler for the hundred and somethingth time in the last few hours.

After many hours of striking her boy's cock with it, it was only the promise of an actual orgasm that roused him. That and tender fingers on red, sore little nips. Those things and a little more baby oil on his cock.

He recommenced humping the wooden ruler, held again to the sweet spot beneath his cock, smoothly sliding against the flat of the ruler. His thrusts were with renewed vigour as he knew that this time he was going to get to climax.  Within the constraints of his bondage he scraped the sensitive underside of his cock against the ruler held lightly in place. Trepidation about what she'd do was overcome by his burning need to just end a month's buildup of tension and longing.

She spoke softly to him.

-You know last time you were such an ungrateful little bitch. Squawking and squeaking when the ointment went on you. Sulking all through dinner. Sooo ungrateful.

She watched and listened as his orgasm built and when near but nowhere close enough she withdrew the ruler.

- No you don't deserve a jizzy, you ungrateful bitch.

And she brought it down firmly on the tip of his aching cock, firm smacks right on the lips, deflating his manhood like a balloon. Sharing the treatment across the whole over sensitive head til he was thoroughly flaccid again.

Then she reached over for the cock cage, lubed it up and with insensitive movements fed his balls into the entrapping ring. When wrenched into position she fed his shrivelled dick into its compressing tube, securing the padlock about the lot to keep them all secure.

- There you go ingrate. Another month to think about how lucky you are. And when I untie you you can start showing your gratitude with a nice footrub and you'd better be charm personified at dinner tonight or next time I might not bother to unlock you at all... understand.

Mummified, tied to the bed, gagged fit to cry her obedient wretch nodded his compliance.









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