His hand reached quickly for the key, as if the jingle was alerting some non-existent audience to its existence. He captured it and as he pulled it toward him, she teased, “Oh, and you have a little…” her middle finger dabbing to the left edge of her lips. “… crumbs there.”

He wiped his face expeditiously as she sauntered. The familiar key clutched in his palm as he looked down at it. The tension within his pants as tight as ever.

The sound of the chair moving back caused him the slightest of pause as he stood and dropped his pants. The urgency was overwhelming and he had to work to steady his movements as he unveiled his caged rigidity.

The key fought against the hole a few moments before he finally found the right alignment, the key sinking fluidly in to the hilt. His cheeks puffed as he exhaled with a slight bristling about his shoulders and back.

He twisted the key and pulled the lock from the cage. His cock springing forward as the cage pulled from the ring. He shivered and tried to steady himself. Get in there already! His mind well ahead of his labored movements.

He slipped the cage off and fought to remove the ring before placing it next to the cage on the counter. He was well on his way before he thought better of leaving his mess on the counter, quickly moving the chastity cage to the sink, washing properly, then placing it on a paper towel.

He removed his shirt and strut nervously toward the bedroom, perfectly nude, his stiffness pointing the way like a bird dog on the hunt.

And like any dog would, it craved praise and worship. He gritted his teeth and took a steadying breathe then stepped onto the threshold.

She sat there, at the edge of the bed, radiant and expectant. Like a Queen on her throne, she stared luridly and beckoned her servant forward. His throat clenching as his lungs seemed to fail him. The distance closed between them, he stood before her, towering above her and yet she possessed him in such a way her slightest whim might send him to his knees.

She leaned back slightly, her hands holding her up as her eyes slowly traced down to his rigidity and then back up to meet his longings needy gaze. “How does it feel?”

He huffs as his nerves strain and run amok along his skin. “Good, good.”

“Mmm, I bet.” Her right hand moving forward as her weight shifted to the left. A pair of fingers dragging along the underside of his shaft. His body arching and twisting immediately under her touch.

“Uh oh, baby, you’re already leaking.” She coos as she catches this silk strand and lets it pool on her finger tip. She breathes the moment in, there is no rush, just contentment as she lifts her fingers, extending her arm so that her hand is between their faces.

“Taste it.”

Her calm demeanor is juxtaposed by his wanton eagerness. He closes the gap with a scrunched up face before extending his tongue, his eyebrows pinched in conjunction, as if the two are tied together. He cradles her finger on his tongue and then wraps his lips around before gently sucking in his own slick sweetness.

“Good boy.”

He melts around her finger and a new strand oozes from his tip. “Now I suppose you thought I’d just spread my legs the minute I saw this…” her body inches forward as her left hand grabs hold of his shaft. He moans around her fingers and pulls backward, leaving a trail of spit that droops between her fingertip and his lower lip. It breaks and the trail now extends down over his chin and onto his neck. “Fuck.” He whimpers.

She begins to stroke along his length. “Is that what you thought baby?” Her head tilts and she looks sweetly up at him.

“No, mmfph, n-n-no.” His head nods despite his weak protest.

“Mmm, mmhmm, I thought so.” Her right hand now joining the left as she strokes his length and presses her palm to the spongy tip, twisting her hand so that her fingers can tease his balls while the palm collects his precum.

His body shudders and shakes as he goes numb and dumb with arousal.

“But now, remember what happens if you cum without my approval.” She cautions as her grip tightens on his shaft.

“Sh-it, please.”

Her hands slip from his loins and she pouts. Arms crossing save for her displaying the glistening palm before him.

“Oh puppy… no. We’re nowhere near that.” Her voice as sweet as candy. It echoed and cloyed within his synapses. “Though I do love hearing you beg.” She said more rhetorically than otherwise, a clear giddiness about her tone.

“No, it’s important we discuss exactly what our expectations are here.” Her head nods toward the floor as her eyebrows lift, “go ‘head and kneel baby.”

His jaw juts out as he begrudgingly drops awkwardly to his knees before her, her knees to each side of his torso. She presents her palm before him, offering it silently and he knows exactly what he is to do.

He once again extends his tongue and laps obediently at her palm as she continues with clear exuberance. “Now then, you understand that I own anything that comes out of my cock, yes?”

He nods amid his electrified body, the taste of his arousal thick in his mouth. Her cock His hands press against his thighs and his fingertips claw at his flesh. He craves to grip his manhood, his manhood throbbing for the same. He knows better, doing nothing more than clutching his tensed thighs.

“Are you going to thank me for letting you taste what is mine?” He flushes and practically cowers before her. Straining and absurdly smitten, he lifts his head and whispers weakly, “Thank you.”

“Good boy.” She caresses his cheek with her, now clean, palm.

“Now, I want to make this abundantly clear. That cock between your legs. Who does it belong to?”

His insides quiver and quake as he stares into her fierce, loving eyes. “Yours.” He exhales with a tremor.

“And who decides when it is to cum?”

“You do.” Every muscle in his core, his glutes and thighs stiffen somehow further as he swells.

“That’s right my love. I don't intend to cover what happens if you circumvent this. This is about trust. About faith. About integrity. It’s what we both want. What you need and I desire.”

Her fingers find their way into his hair as she continued, “It’s better this way. I love and cherish you. You are so beautiful and strong, giving the power of your orgasms over to me. I take this responsibility very seriously. You’re my good boy, aren’t you?”

He began nodding well before he responded, “Yes. Thank you. I… I love you so much.” His eyes welled as she slowly lowered her back to the bed.

“Show me how good you can be, my love.” Her hands slipping under her neck as her head lifts and she spreads her hair out over the bed.

“With your mouth.”