Chapter 3
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Two weeks had passed since the first time I went to Alicia's house - if that was her real name. I had seen some post addressed to her, so I knew her first initial was 'J'.
And my name wasn't 'Pup' either, but I kind of liked it. Somehow, having different names when we're together makes clear that we're leaving the mundane world outside. In her house, I am a sex slave, and I do what I'm told.
If someone had offered me this lifestyle, I would have turned them down. But knowing she has control over when I'm ever going to cum again gives me the drive to want to please her. And what she requires of me is usually something that turns me on, which makes me want to cum, which makes me want to please her even more.
Not that it was always easy. Like now, turning up at her place wearing the rubber suit again, now under a leather trench coat she had me buy, except this time I had been wearing the rubber suit for four days, ever since she locked it onto me on my previous visit. I'm turned on by rubber, and love wearing it, but I never would have worn it this long if I'd had a choice. But not having the choice makes it all the more erotic!
She let me in as usual, this time wearing a tight red PVC catsuit, and I knelt down to kiss her boots, as I have been taught to do.
She took my chin in her hand as I was kneeling, and made me look up to her. "Well, Pup, how has your four days in your rubber prison been?"
"It's been difficult, but very worthwhile. I've developed a few sores which I've had to rub some cream onto, but otherwise it feels just like a second skin."
She smiled again, in that way that I now knew meant that she was getting turned on by the idea. "Mmm very good, Pup."
But I was looking forward to getting out of it. "I hope I don't have to wear it too much longer."
She pretended to look outraged. "Pup, that's not a hint,is it? You should know better that to try to influence me like that. You may ask properly."
"Please, Mistress Alicia, may your Pup be allowed release from the bondage that you have allowed him to be secured into?"
"You may," as she used a bunch of keys to unlock the padlock securing the suit zip. "And you'll need a shower, too!"
"I'm done now", I shouted from the shower cubicle as I turned off the water. I couldn't step out and dry myself, because Alicia had handcuffed one of my hands to a conveniently placed ring embedded high up into the shower cubicle wall. It was not easy trying to wash with one hand - at one point, I slipped over, but didn't fall far as my weight was taken by my handcuffed wrist.
She opened the cubicle door, and first stroked the smooth mound which used to be my genitals, checking for signs of wear or interference. Of course, I had tried using the shower on the cast, and humping against the wall, and numerous other things, but none of them did me any good.
She towelled me dry, then unlocked the handcuff from my wrist, leaving them dangling in the shower, ready for next time.
She lead me over to a long table I'd not seen before, and had me lie on it. It had restraints fastened onto the surface, which she secured around my hands, feet and neck.
She said, "I don't want you to see any of the chemicals or equipment I'm going to use," as she put a blindfold around my head.
Chemicals? Equipment? What ever was she going to do to me? I heard her walk away and return a few times, each time accompanied by the sloshing and chinking sounds which must be the chemicals and equipment.
"How long has it been now, Pup, about three weeks? You told me how horny you were the first time you came here, so you must be fit to burst by now!"
She was doing something around my crotch, but it was hard to tell what. Was she just trying to frustrate me further?
She carried on in that low husky voice she uses when she's getting turned on. "It must have been so hard for you, seeing me naked and having to pleasure me so often, without having any relief yourself. Oh, by the way, I've taken off my catsuit, so if you weren't blindfolded, you could see me naked again."
I started to feel an unusual warm sensation around the top of my groin. She said, "You might start to feel a little sensation."
It got hotter, then started to burn. Then I started feeling the heat in my balls, then on my cock. It got hotter, then a prickly feeling came all over my cock and balls, and the burning got worse, all over every surface of my genitals.
What sort of torture was this? I can see why she tied me down - I was thrashing around, trying hopelessly to get this stuff off me. She said, "When they do this in the surgery, they use an anaesthetic, but I think it's much more fun this way!"
Eventually the burning subsided. I could feel her rubbing something into my genitals - but, for the first time in three weeks, I could actually feel my cock and balls! She must have somehow got rid of that cast - I was free!
I felt a pull on my balls - she was tugging at the ball weight which had been trapped there for so long. She was pulling hard, but it felt so good to be able to move them at all.
Some metallic rattling and more pulling, and then I felt my balls at last free of the weight. Just to make the point, she knocked my cock and balls around - but it felt so good to be free!
Of course, I was hard by then, for the first time in three weeks. Up to then, she had been avoiding touching my cock directly, but now she started gently stroking it. "Now he's out of his prison, I bet he wants to play."
It felt so good to be free. "Oh please let me cum!"
"Not so fast, I'm going to get my fun too."
She stopped stroking me, and then I felt something tight being pulled over my cock. At first I thought it might be some other form of torture, but then I realised that it was a condom!
When it was on, I felt her climb onto the table, then I felt the pressure of my cock pushing its way into her pussy.
She started moving up and down on my shaft, ever so gently, just enough to give me a sense of what's to come. She started saying, "I bet you're so horny now," and, "You so much need to cum", and, "You must be right on the edge now."
And she was so right! I replied with, "Please let me cum," and, "I'll do anything if you just push me over the edge."
I have no idea how long she kept me going, but it felt like hours. We were both gradually getting more and more turned on, she was varying the speed of her thrusts faster and slower, getting ever closer to that climax.
And finally, after three weeks leading up to an orgasmic climax, I screamed, she screamed, and I shot what seemed like gallons of cum pumping out of my cock.
I felt so exhausted, I hardly noticed her climbing off me, then doing something with the chemicals and equipment. I tried to say, "No, please don't put the cast back on," and when she was doing something to my balls, "No, not the weight again," but I was so exhausted that I fell asleep as it was happening.
When I woke up, I was still lying on the table, but free of the restraints and blindfold. My first reaction was to put my hand down to my crotch, where I felt the smooth cast back in place.
I stood up, and Alicia came over and kissed me. She said, "Did you enjoy that?"
"It was fantastic!"
"And I'm sure you'll look forwards to doing it again, but as you can see, that's not going to be any time soon."
I saw my ball weight sitting on the table. "Thanks for not putting that back onto me."
She gave an evil smile. "Don't thank me too soon!" She put her hand down to my crotch, and as she pressed on the lower part of the cast, I could feel the pressure on my balls - it must be a thin part of the cast. But as she pushed harder, I felt a stabbing pain at the top of my balls.
"You see, I just swapped it for a different device. The spikes on the inside of your new ball ring will be much more fun!"
Before I could speak, she put her hand on my crotch, over where my cock should be, but I couldn't feel it. She moved her hand around, stroking the parts of my flesh that could still feel it. She said, "There's another nice surprise for a naughty Pup in there, too."
I loved the feeling of her fingers there, it always turned me on. But this time, as my cock started to swell and stretch, I got another stabbing feeling. This felt like needles drilling right into my cock - it was painful!
"Yes, that's right, your cock is surrounded by spikes as well, so you'd better try not to get too horny unless you like the feeling."
I was doubled up with pain, the needles ramming into my cock was agony. How could I survive with this permanently on my cock, until she let me free again. And when would that be? Another three weeks, or longer? Only Alicia knew.
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