A Word From The Author:
If you have not yet read the first part of this ongoing tale, you may wish to read it <here>. It will most definitely add context to this next part…
It is a new year, full of new beginnings and of course regardless of how the course may appear to be set for me, it is one full of hope. I had a transformative evening with @MrsBr_Saiph and I would like to share it with you.
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“Happy New Year baby,” she whispered playfully into my ear and then snuggled into me as she drifted off into a contented sleep. Her words, spoken so quietly in the dark hotel room belied the steel resolve in all she hadn’t said (just then).
The last couple of months have been wild, and to say it’s been a complete head-fuck would be an understatement. @MrsBr_Saiph has kept me locked the entire time but that’s not what has been churning my grey matter to mush and preventing just about all coherent thought.
You see, in the past, she would often unlock me for a little sexy fun and sometimes I would even get to cum. I would hold on, day by locked day, to the promise of not only being allowed an erection, but the sensation of her sweet pussy enveloping my eager and denied cock. Oh, the ecstasy of feeling her all around me and enveloping me in her wet heat…
That was the past though, and of late is now something I can only look back on with a desperate craving. I foolishly shared my darkest fantasy of being ‘pussy free’ one too many times and now it has become my reality. And that is what is scrambling my brain, even as the cage relentlessly reminds me that there is no escaping what used to be a naughty thought and is now a terrifying reality.
Last night, as a night out at ‘The Club’ combined with the celebratory atmosphere of New Year’s Eve lay ahead, I found myself daring to wonder ‘What if?’
Before we left home I shaved my face extra smooth because she likes my face between her legs best that way. I hopped in the shower and shaved my balls, because she likes them that way with the cage, and as I was rinsing off she opened the shower door and handed me the key.
“Take it off, for tonight.” She gave me a playful wink and stood back as I toweled off.
“Oh boy, things are looking up!” I quipped as my dick grew with excitement at its unexpected freedom.
“Nothing is looking up, I just wanted to give you a little taste of freedom tonight.” She frowned and grew serious. “This doesn’t mean anything. You won’t be cumming. Tell me you understand that. Tell me you won’t disappoint me.”
So of course I did, I told her everything she wanted to hear. I however not-so-secretly hoped that she was only prolonging my anticipation, that tonight was going mark an epic ending of something we could both look back on as one hell of a kinky mental ride.
She looked incredible in her little black dress. She was the only star in my sky, and her eyes were alight with love and happiness as we danced the night away. She made some new friends and I held her hand as they used their cocks to take her away to places I could only imagine taking her to. Her moans of pleasure made my dick hard under my towel and I found myself hoping that later on she might allow me the chance to take her away too.
We giggled like teenagers as we fell through the doorway into our hotel room, slamming the door behind us in our rush to get naked and into bed. The clothes were off in a flash, and then she was in my arms. Finally, I had her all to myself.
Her tongue found mine as her little fingers wrapped themselves around my dick and pulled on it, drawing it upwards into a rigid pole of desperate longing that quivered and ached under her feminine touch. I moaned, but then got a hold of myself. I knew that now was not the time to be selfish. I had to play it cool, lest I jinx whatever this was.
I shimmied down between her legs and tasted her sweet nectar, kissing her lips and teasing her clit with all the love and devotion a chaste husband could possibly deliver. My eagerness for more must have been apparent, though in truth it wouldn’t take a mind reader to know what my hard dick was yearning for, and she beckoned me up into her arms.
Her eyes found mine, deep brown pools of love and understanding, for no one knows me like she does. I could feel the heat of her hot and ready cunt a hairs breath away from the eager head of my dick, proud and engorged, and hopeful. I held myself still, holding my breath in anticipation of what she might say.
“I love you more than anything, you know that.”
I breathed out, desperately trying to remain calm. “And I love you baby. So much.”
The corners of her mouth pulled up into a smile. “But that doesn’t mean you get to fuck me.”
My face said all I didn’t. I couldn’t help it, I am human after all, but she didn’t give me a chance to plead my case.
“You can put in the tip, but no more. No fucking, no stroking it, just put it in and hold it there. Understand?”
I couldn’t understand what she was getting at but hell yeah I wanted as much as she was willing to give! “Yes…I understand.”
She grew stern. “Promise? No fooling around.”
“I promise, I promise!” And then it was in. I was in. She was warm, and oh so wet and she was all around me and she felt just like I had always remembered, but better. Soo much better. My body screamed at me to push myself all the way in, to bury myself inside her and pound her pussy into submission and show it what it had been missing out on, but I held the line. I drew deep, and kept my eyes locked on hers. Her eyes glinted with devilish mischief as she witnessed my silent struggle, and then as I wrested control over myself her eyes beamed with pride, and she kissed me.
“Good boy.”
My heart filled with pride as her wicked words of praise washed over me, and yet… My dick throbbed with confused frustration, begging me to let it do what it was put on this earth to do, to complete what it was so fucking damn close to being able to do. But I held the line, as I held her.
Our breathing slowed as she held my gaze. “Did your penis miss me baby?”
“I…uh…y-yes!” It was too difficult to talk and keep my focus at the same time, what the hell was she doing to me?
“Mmm,” she purred. “I like that.” She shifted her hips and her lips slide over the sensitive skin of the head of my dick, and for a moment I thought I would cave in to my carnal desires and thrust inside her, but I held the line.
“I wanted to give you something special to start the new year out right.” She pulled me in for a kiss, her tongue driving me mad as it danced with mine. She pulled back and brought her hand to my face. “I wanted to give you a reminder of that which is no longer for you.” She raised her head and brushed her lips over my cheek, then dripped her devilish words into my ear and down into my soul. “The new year has only just begun, and it’s going to be a long one. For you.”
I wanted to respond, to beg her to reconsider, to stop this lunacy but I didn’t have a chance. Her hands pushed on my shoulders, urging me down, and thus my dick away from what had for a brief moment seemed like a foregone eventuality. As her hand pushed on the back of my head and drove my face into her swollen and previously that evening well-fucked lips, as her sexual power consumed us both, she let out a moan. “Now show me how much you love me. Show me how excited you are to get that cage back on and begin the new year, with me.”
So, is it all fun and games? I don’t know. After last night I have given up trying to predict the unpredictable and can only hang on to her love, and my faith in us, and knowing that no matter where she may take us, I will follow her lead.
The End.