Packing For Splash Mocha: A Cuck’s Viewpoint
The REO Speedwagon Radio playlist played softly in the background, while muted amber hues from the LED candles danced around us. Our suitcase for Splash Mocha lay open before us, ready to be filled as would she, once we arrived at our destination. Her eyes lit up with that mischievous smile I love, as she held the Spareparts Joque harness and its well-endowed accoutrement. I blushed, one part excited at the prospect of her pegging me. One part, even after all these years, was still that little bit embarrassed that she knew what I was thinking.
The candlelight streamed through the glass plug, glinting a wicked mockery of my asshole as her lithe fingers placed it beside the harness, right next to the lube. She had already packed her heels, and I ran my fingers over them. The gold accents teased my eyes. Visions of her wearing them, calves taut and feet arched for another man, filled my mind.
She laid her hand over mine and guided my curious digits upward and to the left, to where her panties lay. Black lacy numbers, and red ones too. Then she paused as we reached the white satin bikini ones shimmering innocently back at us. She gently pressed my hand down onto them and brought her lips to my ear. Softly whispered, her words were like pouring gasoline on the ever-present embers of my caged lust for her. “If you’re a good boy, I’ll wear these while I fuck you.”
I lost myself for a minute, as I often do when she burrows deep into my grey matter like that, but then she brought me back. Like she always does. Cupping my face in her hand, drawing me to her, to her mouth and… those lips, reminding me the present is better than anything that yet could be.
Later, we lay in bed, and the candles continued their silent melody of light, every flicker a celebration of our excitement about that very thing. The ‘could’ that would be this weekend, and all that entailed. Her pleasure. Oh, yes. And — as she inevitably gets stretched and taken as a quivering mess to her very limits — her pain. That delicious pain that hurts sooo damn good in all the right ways. A melting pot of pleasure and sweet pain, and ecstasy as massive obsidian shafts take her on a ride around the world. They will take her to places ordinary men like me can only dream of, as I witness it all, in rapture, from the comfort of my cuck chair.
Slipping her leg over mine, she cuddled against my side. Resting her head on my chest, her fingers began to brush lightly over my balls. The music played, and her fingers teased, and my cage grew tighter. She gripped me and slowly pulled down, inexorably down. Further…
I drew a quick breath.
Further…
My finger tapped the sheets, and then I stilled myself because she does not tolerate weakness.
Further…
I gasped. There was no way I couldn’t have. I was certain.
Further…
Now, however, her fingernails dug into my tender flesh as punishment, and a reminder that it can always be worse. I tensed, my body rigid as a board, as I dug deep, and I remained silent. And, we both knew that only a moment before, when I could have pleased her with that silence, I had failed.
She held me there without a word, as my body quivered with the exertion of receiving her focus, and then… it was over. The precum dripped down the steel dome of my cage, betraying any protest I might have offered about how sensitive my balls were.
Her finger slid over the slick trail of betrayal to the source. The head of my dick had squeezed out of the tiny hole at the tip of the dome, forming two small angry red lips squished into a lurid pucker. No more than a few millimeters in height, and only slightly more in diameter, it was everything a man’s dick shouldn’t be.
She teased it, drawing more tears of anguished denial before smearing them on my lips. Her finger probed my mouth, pressing onto my tongue as I sucked it clean. As she slowly withdrew, she brought her lips to my ears. Her whispered breath, hot and moist, cut through the fog of arousal she’d wrapped me in and thrust right into my cage. Her finger met me there, teasing the flesh fervently struggling against its confines.
“Is this your little erection?”
I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but… had nothing. It didn’t matter anyway, because she’d already rolled over to go to sleep. She was done with me. She’d had her fun and had left me to my thoughts, and my now incredibly tight cage.
The End.
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