Adult Education

Chapter One-3

“You’re really good with that tongue. I guess I’ll keep you around for a while. Don’t go anyplace. I’ll be back in a while.”

I lay there and wondered what I had got myself into. I guess I’d just have to wait and find out, and that wasn’t very long.

She took our drink glasses and disappeared downstairs to the bar. But upon her return I noticed she had just one drink in her hand. It was rather full. She sipped it, as she went to her closet and got several strange, yet interesting items.

“Now, I want you to open your mouth so I can gag you. You can’t stop me, so don’t even try.”

When I opened my mouth, she pushed a large red ball into it. It took a bit of force, but it finally lodged deep in my mouth, behind my teeth. A strap protruded from each corner of my lips and was tightly buckled around my head, making it impossible to speak, let alone spit it out. Heck, the ball wouldn’t have come out that easily any way.

Next she held up a shiny metal device that looked something like a small cage.

“You know what this is?”

I shook my head back and forth even though I knew exactly what it was. I’d looked at them many times on the internet and even thought of buying one.

“Oh, I bet you do. Guys like you who don’t get it very often fantasize about getting locked into one of these while someone else holds the key. It’s a chastity cage. I’m going to lock it on your c**k and balls so that I have complete control of your little dicklet from now on. I will keep the key and only unlock it when it suits my needs, never yours. You’ll quickly find that hard-ons are impossible and trying to have one will be rather painful. It will keep you from playing with yourself or jerking off. You do like to masturbate, don’t you?”

She looked at me, as I slowly nodded my head up and down agreeing with her.

“I bet before tonight you spanked your little monkey at least three or four times a day – maybe even more, didn’t you?”

Again I nodded.

“Not any more, wimp. That pleasure is a thing of the past. No more hard-ons, no jerking off, no blowing your useless little balls and no f*****g – ever! The only s*x you’ll get anymore will be using your tongue on my p***y and satisfying my needs. You see… with this cage your c**k and balls, hell… you’re entire body belong to me. Only I can remove it. I will have complete control of all your thoughts and actions and those will be to please me. I am your Mistress, your Goddess, your owner. You are just my lowly slave. You’ll go about your normal life but be completely controlled by me. Being locked up and denied any s****l release will make you very willing to serve. You’ll do that for me, won’t you?”

Eagerly I nodded my head in agreement.

“Good… but don’t worry, I’ll remove it regularly, so I can get you nice and hard and take you right to that very edge so many painful times, but never allowing you the wonderful pleasure of an orgasm. You see, slave… you aren’t worthy of that pleasure. Only real men get to do that. Maybe I’ll let you c*m in a month or so or maybe never. Who knows, and besides you, who cares? And during that time you will suffer with the constant agony of overly full, blue balls. Your worthless nuts will be so full and ache from the constant pressure that will build up inside them for days and weeks to come, as you lick my p***y and show me your obedience. You don’t mind suffering for me that way, do you slave?”

I looked up at her with pleading eyes. I had often thought of wearing such a cage, but never got the nerve to buy one. Besides, who could I ever get to hold the key? I guess now I’ll be wearing one, and my Mistress will hold the key. The thought of that scared me just a little.

“You’ll do that for me, won’t you, slave?”

I nodded in agreement.

“Now, let me give you your one and only warning. Listen very carefully and etch it in your mind. You will never, let me repeat that so you thoroughly understand it. You will never ask me to release you from this cage. You will never ask me to let you c*m. You will only do it when I see fit. Your s****l needs are not my concern. From now on only my needs and desires matter and making you my ever-wanting, s*x-deprived slave is one of them. If you break this rule, the consequences will be far worse than you can ever imagine. Understand?”

I nodded once more.

Then she laid a bag of ice on my genitals and waited for it to do its thing. She continued to discuss my situation and when her drink was finally gone, she removed the ice. My c**k and balls had gone into hiding. She lifted up my shrunken junk and closed a wide metal ring around everything. It tightly circled my c**k and balls. After clicking it shut, she held up a shiny metal tube and applied some lubricating gel to its outer surface. Then she took hold of my p***s and slowly pushed the two inch long, hollow, curved metal tube down inside my urethra. It was a little too big and filled my piss hole completely, hurting just a bit. Then my c**k was pushed into a curved metal cage made of studded stainless steel rods that was far too small to fit comfortably. The piss tube snapped into an oval shaped opening in the end of the cage. Once everything was lined up and in place, a cylinder type lock was added, locking the whole evil thing in place. I realized that there was no possible escape without the key. I was her prisoner with my manhood locked away in solitary confinement. I was hers to do with as she pleased.

“You’ll get used to it after a while. You’ll probably find that the only way to pee is by sitting down, but the urethral tube will keep it from splashing or spraying all over when you go.”

“But the cage is not all the pain you’ll endure. Not only will I torment your nuts on a regular basis, I’ll whip your ass and torture you, causing you unfathomable pain. You see, I’m very sadistic when it comes to my slaves. You’ll satisfy that need. I’ll get off from the pain I’ll eagerly give you. After all you’re my pain slut as well. Do you like pain, slave?

“Wait a minute… why don’t I remove your gag so you can speak.”

When it was pried from my jaws, she asked again, “Do you like pain?”

“A little,” I said sheepishly.

She laughed. “The word little isn’t in my vocabulary other than referring to your worthless d**k. Causing you a lot of pain will turn me on and give me pleasure. But, you want to suffer for me, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“I knew you would. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it after a while,” she said with a sweet little grin, “but if not, who cares?”

Finally I was released from the bed. I didn’t say a word until she spoke.

“Do you want another drink before you go?”

“Please, Mistress. I think I need one.”

“Then go get us each one.”

When I got back upstairs, she had me kneel beside her bed as we drank.

“You’ll spend a lot of time on your knees. That is your place in life. I know this whole thing is completely new to you, but trust me, you’ll adjust. It will take a little time. The hours you’ll spend worshiping my p***y will make it all worthwhile. You’ll see.

“So, what is your daily schedule?”

“I work for eight until three-thirty, Monday through Friday.”

“That’s fine, but remember this. It is very important. You are never to call me or contact me or even stop into my store for any reason what so ever. Only I will contact you, so give me your cell phone number. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You are at my beckoning call - twenty-four / seven. If I need anything, you will come as quickly as possible. Anything you are doing is unimportant to me.

“Now on Wednesday afternoon you will come here right after work. On the back door there will be some instructions that you will need to follow. So, gather your stuff, get dressed and head home. We both need our sleep.”

“Can’t I stay here?”

“Are you a f*****g i***t? Never does a guy stay over on a first date. A real man would know better than to even ask. Obviously you lack the experience of a real player. I get the feeling you haven’t been with a lot of women.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress.”

As I started to dress she grabbed my underwear.

“Here slave, wear these instead. With no p***s, you’re no longer a man.”

She handed me the dark purple panties she had worn all day. As I stepped into them and pulled them up, I could feel the wetness on my balls that she had left in them from our foreplay.

“Make sure you wear them until you come back here on Wednesday.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I finished dressing and headed back towards my apartment. As I drove, numerous thoughts raced through my mind. I couldn’t believe what happened tonight. Being someone’s slave was something I’d often dreamed of, and now here I am with my c**k locked up tight in a tiny, unyielding cage, giving her complete control of my life and I only met her a few hours ago.

“Holy s**t! What have I done?” That and numerous other questions filled my brain.

Where are things going to go from here? How long will she keep me as her slave and locked in chastity? What will she do to me on Wednesday? What for God’s sake will happen in the future? Why is this happening to me? And what about the pain thing? Do I really want to do this?

Of course I do.

When I got home, I immediately undressed and headed right into the bathroom. I stared into the full-length mirror on the back of the door and liked what I saw. I slowly ran my hands over the smooth silky fabric. I liked the feel of them. Then I slowly pulled down the front of her panties. There it was - the stainless steel monster that held my c**k and balls hostage in its inescapable jaws. I closely examined it and tried everything possible to remove it just to be sure. She was right. There was no escape, but the worst part was the one other thing she said. There was no way to jerk off. I couldn’t get hard or stroke it like I liked. I didn’t lie to her. I usually do it three or four times a day – sometimes more. And I wanted to do it now. Holy s**t! It’s what a guy does, but now I can’t, and I want to. I need to. Oh God, I wanted to c*m. Only she can. Besides that, I can already feel the pressure that’s built up in my balls from tonight’s escapades, and it was just going to get worse. I wondered how long it would be before the pain becomes absolutely intolerable. But then I realized this is a dream come true. I’m excited about what happened tonight. How many guys ever get to live out their greatest fantasy?

It was after three in the morning before I finally climbed into bed, but sleep was nearly impossible. One of my main problems was the thing that happened every time I thought of my Mistress. For some strange, unknown reason my c**k just wanted to get hard. I couldn’t help it and couldn’t figure out why, because it hurt being so confined. It would try to grow and force its way through those unyielding rods and the numerous hard metal knobs on the inside of each one would press painfully, imbedding themselves into my sore, damaged skin. Then I figured it out. The hidden masochist deep in my mind craved the pain and the torment she offered. Finally I slept. When my alarm went off, I wanted to just stay in bed and sleep, but I knew that wouldn’t work. I headed right to the shower and took my piss, knowing that most other times I’d be sitting down through that ordeal. Quickly I realized that the tube inside my urethra allowed me to piss standing up like any normal man would. And she thought I’d have to piss while sitting down like a woman.