The slowly, steady ticking from the clock above the fire place echoed around the quiet room with the report of every passing second. The fan of the laptop, placed on the coffee table, roared and whirled. The flames from the fire danced and flickered from beneath the fresh coals casting intricate shadows against the wall. Each object’s unique noise or movement seemingly amplified by his anticipation, as though they were sharing his excitement.....his fear.
Another tick of the clock brings another nervous glance towards it. Three minutes past eight....he had been sitting, waiting for eight minutes. Eight minutes for his blood to rise and pump quicker, the butterflies to flutter around his stomach, his mind to race at breakneck speed and all the while his denied cock struggling and fighting from within it’s hard plastic prison.
Suddenly the laptop springs to life, with the melodic ringtone of his messenger informing him of a voice call, and drags him quite forcibly out of his frustrated/excited trance. A mild form of panic grips him, his hands fumbling to put the headset on and answer the call.
“Hello Mistress!" comes his hurried and breathless greeting as tries to compose himself on the sofa.
A moments silence follows before her voice comes through the headset,
“Hello...boy” is the elegantly spoken and unhurried answer; each syllable drawn out to run through is mind and every neurone of his body.
“Cam on and trousers off” were the next words she spoke with an air of superiority and a little distance.
He jumped into action at the command stammering a “y-y-yes M-Mistress” down the microphone with one had quickly going to the mouse and turning the webcam on while the other fumbled clumsily at his belt. Managing to struggle out of his jeans just as the camera came into focus, her luscious voice filling his ears again “good...kneel in front of the laptop.”
“Yes Mistress” was his meek reply, the only real words he was required to say as he had found out in the past. His heart racing and seemingly about to pound out of his chest, her voice torturing his encased member as it painfully fills the tube. His quadriceps bulge slightly as they guide him down to kneel upon the floor before the laptop. His hands lay quietly on his thighs. Without seeing her behind the computer screen he just knows she is taking him in as she always does, looking over his half naked form, and planning her amusement in the silent pauses that seem to go on forever.
He hears her chuckle; the soft feminine laugh that always makes his cock stir even inside the chastity device; and grips his thighs so his hands won’t instinctively go between his legs.
“How long has it been boy?” she asks him from within the chuckle.
He knows exactly what she means, more so he know she knows exactly how long it has been but it’s all part of the game she plays with him.
“Four weeks Mistress”, he swallowed as he speaks.
“Excellent!” Her tone brightening up “So I assume you have the package I sent?”
He did. The brown envelope next to the laptop had instructions on it not to be opened until the he was speaking to his Mistress. Slowly he reached for it and held it up to show her before opening it, looking inside he saw the small, silver key.
“Take it out boy and undo the lock” her words causing him to jump and his fingers fumble with the key then the lock. The air gushing over his cock, which celebrates its new, found freedom by instantly becoming fully erect, as the plastic confine is gradually removed.
“Ok boy...start stroking”
Without ceremony his hand forms a fist around his now stirring cock and with a fierce blush but an excited gasp he fills his lungs and begins to stroke vigorously. His eyes close as he lets out an excited grunt. The sound of her laughter filling his ears and causing his cock to respond more resulting in harder strokes up and down. Four weeks of denial, his Mistress’ voice and the humiliating way he is being made to perform for her means he knows he will not last long. He reached his edge very quickly, a lot sooner than he predicted. His hips begin to rock into each stroke from his palm.
Suddenly her voice breaks his grunting and panting “Stop!”
Frustrated, he stops and removes his hand. His face flushed red, a mix of sorrow and anger fills his soul as he feels his pleasure slip away. His erection still twitching and his fist curled into tight fists to ward off the frustration, he slowly looks up at the camera and thus to his Mistress.
“Now did you really think I was just going to let you cum that easy?” She laughs “Oh you did? That’s so sweet!”
The mocking tone brigs blood to his face again but he knows he cannot do anything but endure it.
“Tell you what...if you are a really good boy and entertain me tonight....I may just let you cum...Sound fair?”
Utterly defeated and desperate to cum he would do just about anything to have his release and knew he would be begging for it by the time the night was through, but for now he spoke the only two word she needed to hear.
“Yes Mistress”.
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