Sunday Worship Service

Sunday Worship Service

He wasn't fully awake. He let his eyes flick open and remembered it was Sunday morning by the faint morning light through the gap in the drapes and the lack of an alarm. As he took in a deep breath through his nose, the aroma reminded him of what transpired with his Mistress last night. She had been voracious in her need. He worked his jaw and tongue remembering how they felt from the effort he made to achieve her fourth and final orgasm.

Then his cock woke and stirred against his cage, or actually her cage against her cock. He had been restrained for two weeks, and her cock remained pressed against her cage in his frenzy to please her though her four orgasms. Her cock pulsed now as he thought about it.

As he shifted onto his side, he felt her arm fall over him and pull her tight against his back. Then her hand snaked down and grasped first her cage, and then her balls, which she warmly held. She whispered in his ear, "You were a very good boy for me last night, I slept like a lamb and am still totally relaxed, thank you my pet. Now get up, get showered and meet me in the kitchen, naked of course.

He rose and headed to the bathroom for his morning routine. As he soaped around her cage in the shower, he thought about the last two weeks. It had been the longest she had deprived her cock of pleasure. She was perceptive and knew that she needed to keep her cock tended and healthy which meant direct stimulation of one kind or another on a somewhat regular basis. The two weeks had been an anomaly, but while servicing her the night before, he realized she had denied herself for the same period of time. They had both been so busy that at this point in their relationship, that gap did not seem too odd. However, they had both looked forward to this weekend clear of any other obligations.

As he walked into the kitchen naked after his shower, she was there and smirked, "Stay naked for me baby and make breakfast, and don't worry, I haven't forgotten my favorite cock."

She was dressed in one of his long tee shirts that she slept in, just long enough to stir his imagination. She left to shower while he prepped the fruit, toast, eggs, coffee and opened a bottle to make mimosas. He set the table with the finished plates just as she emerged in a new long, but shorter tee shirt. Again, a pulse against her cage.

They sat and ate. His Mistress pulled a laptop in font of both of them and pulled up the news, which they looked at and discussed while they ate. As they finished their food and after a second mimosa each, she looked at him and told him to clean up, that she was going to solve the New York Times and WAPO crosswords while he worked. He cleared the table and began scrubbing and rinsing at the sink, losing track of her and everything else while he completed his task. He felt her come up behind him as he dried his hands and heard," Good boy, you are such a good boy for me. Now let's get my cock out of my cage."

He stood still and felt happy. Happy for the praise and happy that he would soon be released. As she removed her necklace with the key and unlocked him, pulling the cage off and maneuvering her cock and balls through the ring and off, she pointed across the room, "I thought it was time to use our little stool that you made. I have been thinking about it and you for the last two weeks."

Now he knew what drew her fervor last night. It was a short, small stool, no more than 12 inches high with a smooth dildo prominently upright at its center. He had made it at her direction and both dreaded it and was thrilled by it. It was a perverse bit of service conjured entirely from her mind intended just for him. His cock swelled. She must have placed it while he cleaned.

She told him to go on; he knew what to do, as she sat back down at the table and laptop. He walked over to the stool and saw the bottle of lube next to it. He picked it up and heard her, "Yes, I did not want to injure my asshole and know for sure, it is as much my asshole as that cock is mine and that mouth is mine. I have not used my ass hole in a while, so I will enjoy how this feels."

He bent and ran his hand over the phallus, it was not too long or fat, but long and thick enough to keep him aware. He poured lube around the crown of the dildo and watched it run down the sides, then spread it all over with his hand, then stood. He looked at her eager face watching him intently, then squatted until the dildo tip was against him. Using his hands on either side of him on the stool, he eased himself slightly and felt the tip pressing in but not breaking into him. He pushed just a bit downward and felt the tip enter, then held. It was bigger than he had estimated. He eased upward, then down again. Each up and down moved him slightly further along the dildo. He worked slowly, occasionally looking up at her at the table. She was intently watching him and slowly spreading her legs as he moved further down. He could see the glisten between her spread thighs in her short tee, exciting him and making his descent more bearable.

"Baby all the way down for me, I want my ass fully seated and filled for me. Do it for me."

He eased himself fully down in response to her words, and uttered a, "Yes, Mistress", as his ass hit the bench.

He was uncomfortable, but again, also excited. It always mystified him, excited only for her. He watched her finger dip into herself, then retract coated in her juice. She brought that finger to her face and smiled, "See what you just did for me? Good boy, that was hot."

His knees were almost up around his face which kept the dildo deeply pressed within him. She remarked, "Pet, this is even better than I imagined. Look at you, squatting with a rod up your ass just for me. I am so wet."

She stood and walked toward him, dipping that same finger into herself and rubbing it below his nose, smearing her juices over his upper lip. She did this often, and he loved to inhale her scent, her mark on him. She stood in front of him quietly rubbing herself inches from his eyes, while telling him, "I thought my pussy was worn out from last night, but I guess not. Let me unlock you."

He was so mesmerized by her masturbation that he almost didn't hear the words he had hoped for. Finally freedom for her cock. She knelt in front of him, looked at him, gave him a deep, deep controlling kiss, then opened the lock. She pulled the cage off and her cock felt free and wonderful. She went on to work the ring off her cock and balls, a bit roughly, but he didn't care, it was off.

She tugged on her cock, bringing it to life. She rose and turned, looking over her shoulder at him, "I am allowing you free time to stroke your cock while I work the crossword puzzles. Let me help you get started."

She bent and pressed her ass into his face. He used his hands to spread her cheeks and stared at the little wrinkled hole in front of him, then moved in with his tongue to pleasure her. As he licked and probed, he heard her sighs which spurred him to press his tongue deeper to open her up to him. He lost himself in this task only to find his cock rock hard when she pulled away. She turned and ran her fingers through his hair, "Get lube on that hand and get it moving, I don't want my cock going soft."

He watched the roll of her ass as she walked back to the table. He picked up the bottle of lube, squirted a generous amount and began stroking himself. It felt divine, so great he was worried he might cum without her permission, so he stroked lightly and kept adding lube as he went dry. He thought he must look ridiculous on this little stool, legs bent with knees near his head, held in place by a dildo, balls laying on the stool top like eggs on a platter, his cock glistening as he stroked.... pathetic, and her cock loved it.

She let him stroke quietly for a while as she furrowed her brow and concentrated on her crossword puzzle. However, she did not neglect him entirely as she again gradually opened her thighs wider holding his interest with each nudge of her feet. He watched the glisten between her legs and inhaled the scent she had used to mark him. He had to lighten his strokes once again.

He saw her look up and speak to him, "You had better not cum without permission, and you had better not go soft without permission."

He had no concerns about going soft, at least not now, but began to worry if she would see how far he could go then fail, or if she would do something so sexy that as light as he could stroke the end would be inevitable. Then she stood up and shucked the shirt she was wearing, "That feels better, don't you think?"

Yes, it felt so much better; he felt himself hover on the edge and lifted his hand from her cock until he saw her look and very lightly continued.

She walked over and dropped down in front of him. She told him to put his hands down on the bench either side of him, then grasped his cock and began a slow stoke while staring at him "I will take care of my cock for the moment, but you will need to make sure my asshole is well used. Push yourself up and down on my cock while I talk to you."

The ring of his ass contracted with her words. This would be hard to do in this position, but he pressed to raise his ass from the stool, part way up, then back down. He continued his short strokes as she went on, "This has been a wonderful weekend for me, I hope you feel the same, although it wouldn't entirely matter if you felt the same, but I know you do. I love the control you have given to me, it's a gift I cherish every day. That cock, asshole and mouth are mine and I will always care for them. I know the two weeks were difficult, and that I did promise I would never deny you for more than two weeks, so we have come right to the edge of my promise. However, we have another twelve hours for my promise to be delivered. Think about that for a minute."

He tried to think about it in a clouded way as her stroking and the feeling of her cock moving within him were bringing him back perilously close to an orgasm. He had a momentary thought that she would keep stroking her cock until it was too exhausted to cum and he would voluntarily give up his orgasm until he was allowed to cum again. He wanted to cum now but refrained from begging.

She continued, "Baby. Let's slow down for a moment, no more baby thrusts. Move up and stop when the tip of my cock is right at your entrance."

It was hard to maintain a half a squat and was beginning to affect his concentration and hardness. She kept stroking with the comment, "My cock is softening, does it miss my cock in its ass?'

He nodded his assent and she told him to sit back down. As her cock slid fully into him the cock she held surged a bit. Fully seated and again feeling its fullness, he felt her power even more now. She looked at him with a smirk as she stroked, "Again, I know I promised you pleasure and release at least very two weeks, but as I said before, the day is still long. "

She lifted her hand from his cock, leaned in and kissed his forehead, then sat back and stroked, "You are such a good boy for me, sitting here with your ass held open just for my pleasure, sitting here patiently as I stroke you without begging to cum, and now you will please me again You may resume stroking yourself."

As he placed his hand on her cock, she rose and stood before him, close enough that her aroma was almost overpowering which again surged her cock. As she stepped forward and he began to lick, he felt an overwhelming urge to cum and lifted his hand for a few seconds before continuing to lightly stroke.

As his tongue swirled within her, she looked down at him, "Baby, I would really like to cum and what would really help me cum would be to change our agreement just a bit, and we can do it now if you are really ready to cum. Do you want to, baby.?"

He pulled back and looked at her as he kept stroking her cock and responded, "yes, mistress." He was very ready to cum and really wasn't sure what she mean, but yes, he was ready to cum.

She smiled in a way that worried him. Before he could think, she grabbed his hair and pulled him back into her. That bit of control, her aroma, and now her little whimpers swelled her cock and made him barely touch her cock as he stroked. The urge to cum was now overcoming every other thought,

In his frenzied haze, he heard her, "Baby, I've really enjoyed your two-week denial, but I think three weeks would be even hotter."

She didn't expect a response as she pulled his face harder against her. He didn't think he could wait for her word to cum but lifted his hand long enough to remain delayed. His asshole began to clench against her dick. Her moans and sighs made it even harder, then again, "Baby, can you agree to that for me?"

She momentarily stopped and pulled his head back to look at her. In his haze he said, "Yes, mistress if that please you, yes." He was ready to cum and would have agreed to anything at that point.

With his assent she pulled him back into her hard and came while babbling, what a good boy he was for her, how hot his service made her feel and how hot the idea of three weeks made her.

As she calmed down and he slowed his licking to the outsides of her labia, she finally backed away from him. She bent down to look at him directly in the eye. "I am going back to my crossword puzzle but know you were an extremely good boy last night and today. You especially made me happy with the change to our agreement. I suppose I don't need your assent, but it makes me so hot to receive it and to know you understand the power in our relationship. Stop stroking now and once your cock softens, you my rise and clean up. We can wait for my cock to cum until next Sunday, and put it back in its cage for now, isn't that perfect?'

As he felt the waves of disappointment wash over him, he eventually realized what he had agreed to and that it was perfect, a perfect use of her power over him but more importantly her cock, asshole and mouth, hers to use as she deemed necessary. As he rose and the cock slid out of his ass, he heard her, "Turn around for me and spread your cheeks for me."

As he did, "That is such a pretty gape for me. I often forget to use my ass. I need to do it more and open you wider."

Her words kept his cock rigid.

She looked at her cock, turned to the kitchen and returned with a baggie of ice and his cock cage and told him to stand still. After using the ice to shrink his cock, she roughly pulled the ring around his balls and forced his cock through as well, then slid the cage over her still slick cock, then with the key secured him again.

She moved against him and grabbed his head with both hands and gave him a deep kiss, her tongue forcing into his mouth as far as it would go probing for any sign of resistance, retracting when none was encountered. Her cage and her kiss made him feel fully claimed, owned and attended to by her. He was hers and that is who he wanted to be owned by, he could wait another week.