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I was sixty-three minutes over my deadline for getting the house cleaned
up after her wild party the night before. Unrelatedly, I had been locked
in chastity now for twelve days. Twelve wasn't a huge number, but it was
getting to me. Therefore the punishment before me was also an
opportunity. It would be a chance to earn some additional cage time off.
Just a few minutes tops. Maybe only seconds. It all depended upon what I
could take. But in any case it would be added to the hundred nineteen
seconds I had accumulated so far. And yes, or subtracted.
But I get ahead of myself. First I had to see what my punishment was
going to be. She plugged the sensors into the computer. She fired up the
counter software and her hand hovered over the keyboard.
She spoke, "You know I was thinking of two per every minute you were late
getting your work done."
I did the calculation quickly: a hundred and twenty-six. Not too bad. But
there was the other number to be considered.
"And since I am feeling kind and charitable, lets just make it an even
hundred."
Okay fine, but I was sweating that other number. What will the frequency
number be. That's the make or break number where I might be able to earn
some seconds or if it is too high then I could even lose seconds.
"And lets keep it simple as well. How about ten per minute?"
Okay. Okay. Maybe just maybe I thought. Yes, I have a shot with those
numbers.
She then chained my penis cage to the table over which she me lay. My
arms were stretched past my head and chained to the table legs beyond
them. She adjusted the whip counter sensor on the floor just behind my
ass, the red LED shining brightly.
There was now just one more variable to be decided. How hard would each
blow be.
"Do you want to know the pain number," she asked, "or would you rather
not suffer until the first blows?"
Shit, I thought. See, knowing the pain number was tricky. She did not
always start the punishment right away. Especially when I was told of a
high pain number. She might just leave me here waiting for the whipping
to begin for hell who knew how long. It could be an hour. An hour of
punishing anticipation before she began the actual whipping.
"You are quiet. Tell you what, I will set the second sensor now and give
you a minute or two to ask or not ask. And as an incentive to asking I
will reward you with a less intense setting should you choose to ask."
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Okay I would ask. The extra waiting pain will be mental
but the lessor whip pain will be real. "Yes, please, Mam, what is the
setting?"
"Seventy-two inches will now be reduced to a nice round sixty-nine," and
she laughed at her joke and slid the sensor inward a scant three inches.
"Would you like to choose the instrument?"
While one might think she was being nice again, in reality I had found
that it mattered little. Not to mention that there was no guarantee that
she would honor my choice. I had been down that path before. Oh please
mistress use the feather duster, I would say, only to have her laugh and
pick up the truncheon.
"Time's up. I get to pick," she said as she picked up the seven foot
switch. She laid the switch on the table by my head. "Oh! I see that I
have a small errand to run. I'll be back in ... how about sixty-three
minutes. That's what I had to wait for you to finish your chores. That's
fair no?"
No it wasn't fair, because I was also getting a punishment. Fuck, fuck,
fuck. An hour chained to this fucking table. After fifteen minutes I
would be wishing for the suspended time-out. Which after ten minutes I
would then be wishing to be back here at the table. Sigh. The real
problem was the hour. An hour to think about the pain to come.
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Dear reader I will spare you that hour's worth of thoughts and tell you
that she is now returning.
"Hello," way too cheerily, "well let's get started shall we?"
She began whipping my bare ass. She started with the six second pace
setting required as minimum. At that rate I would earn nothing towards
cage-freedom. The switch would come down on my ass and break the sensor
beam. She would swing it back and it would then break the pain intensity
beam sixty-nine inches behind the ass sensor. The farther back that
sensor is set then the more distance to gather momentum. If the switch
were not brought back far enough to break that far back beam then I would
not get credit for that hit. Mistress was always fair and never cheated
me out of hits.
"Faster, please Mam."
"Yum," she moaned with pleasured excitement and picked up the pace.
Because she still had to swing as far back, now she had to swing harder
in order to go faster. I glanced at the timer on the computer. I guess it
was better that I wasn't blind-folded this time. We were at a five second
pace. That was good for two reasons. One I was earning a second of good-
behavior cage-off time for each blow. But I was also earning fewer blows.
For each six seconds saved then I earned one less whip. The number of
seconds required to earn a saving of a whip was determined by the
frequency rate: ten whips per minute in this case, six seconds between
whip, six seconds saved earning one less whip. The counter was naturally
doing all the heavy lifting of computing hits and seconds and savings or
additions.
I asked for two more speed ups. I was down to a whip every three seconds.
This was great. Each two whips was earning me one less whip total and six
seconds of cage freedom.
But it was really hard. I was breathing irregularly now. Sometimes gulps,
sometimes rushes of breath. At this pace there was no respite for my poor
ass. I was getting close to tears. "Wait" I shouted. Luckily she did not
insist upon the "please" or the "Mam." She stopped. I closed my eyes and
counted to twelve. "Okay, please, Mam, continue." I was barely able to
say it. The blows began again at six per minute. Except that now I had
lost those twelve seconds from my cage-freedom plus I had earned two
additional blows.
That's the way the computer counted it. If I accepted a faster pace than
the ten per minute setting then I got fewer whips. But if I slowed down
to less than ten per minute then I got more whips. At the rate of one
whip per twelve seconds it would go on forever. Or as long as mistress
wanted. At the twelve second pace I would be earning additional whips as
fast as I paid off the debt of owed whips. One time she had adjusted the
settings to be so fast that I could end the whipping. It had been at one
of her parties where there were plenty of fresh arms to keep the whips
coming.
In a case like that I could beg for a time-out. Except that it was
usually an hour minimum and I would have to be in some situation that was
pretty unbearable in and of itself. During the party, for instance, which
had been for the whole weekend, I had thought my infraction was pretty
tame and when I first heard the number of whippings I was to receive,
twenty-four, I had thought no sweat. Then I gasped at the frequency
number, thirty per minute. It was so high that they had to have two
whippers working from either side of my ass. It would have all been over
in forty-eight seconds if my ass could have withstood that pace. But I
kept pausing, which pushed the number of whips back up and then I would
beg for a time-out which was misery in itself. Sometimes they would
string me up and sometimes they would have me personally tongue servicing
one or the other of them. As exciting as tongue service might sound, it
too can get old. And it did.
During that particular instance, though, I never actually earned my way
out. It turned out to be just an entire weekend of shame and hell.
Mistress will some times hold it over me when I complain. It's like a
student loan. There is no declaring bankruptcy.
But this time I was doing pretty well. A few more brief respites had cost
me. But mostly I was able to keep up a faster than required pace. When we
were finished I had only to endure eighty-six whippings out of the
hundred possible and I had earned eighty-four additional seconds of cage
freedom. My current freedom account now held two hundred three seconds,
just over three minutes. If it were up to me that would be plenty of time
to get the job done. Well unless it were like the time I had to do it in
front of her friend Lilith. Fuck, what a bitch she was.
Damn. I never knew how much time off was going to be enough. I always had
to allow myself enough time or it could all be wasted. A lot depended
upon whether I would be in charge of the cage-time off or whether she
would be in charge. If it was me then I could stretch it out as required
so I wouldn't waste any time that wasn't needed. Otherwise if she was in
charge of getting me off - and the rule was that some part of her body
must be completely surrounding my penis at all times - then she would
either tease out the time with no relief or get me off so fast that I
would just sit there after ejaculating, wasting potential pleasuring
time. I was not allowed empty strokes or other self-touching after
coming.
Mistress has one week to arrange my cage-time off after I say I am ready
to redeem some or all of my seconds. But it's never simply her or me
grabbing my free hanging dick and stroking it off. No, she always has to
make it interesting. She always loads it up with trappings and
embellishments. And it always seems that she ends up taking the entire
week before I get my time. That one time with Lilith was insane. It was
nearly a week in and still no time off. Then there she was having me
serve her and her friend tea and my home baked scones with my personally
canned peach jam. As I was serving them I kept wondering when is this
bitch Lilith going to go. She just kept talking and talking and mistress
was nodding and my week was nearly exactly waited. It looked like
mistress was going to make me go beyond a whole week.
Then she signaled me to her side as she and Lilith just kept talking.
While still looking and talking with Lilith I saw her reach into her
cleavage and remove the key. She reached under my French Maid's skirt and
lifted it up revealing the cage poking through the crotch-less panty-
hose. She motioned me to hold the skirt up while she nonchalantly
unlocked the cage and pulled it off. She set the cage on the table beside
her and picked up her stop watch and clicked it.
I couldn't believe it. I was to get zero mental preparation time. Plus I
was to do it right there in front of this horrid woman Lilith. Well I
began in and got it hard as fast as I could. Lilith finally realized that
something was happening besides her talking. Blessedly she stopped
talking. She got up and came over to where I was standing next to
Mistress and stared at my hand working feverishly on my cock.
Unfortunately the silence ended.
"Oh look at that thing. Just how big are you going to be able to make it?
Aubrey, are you going to just sit there? Don't you want to be a part of
this opportunity?"
"No, Lilith, this is all for you. It's a little show. You may look but
don't touch. He's got five minutes and thirty-three seconds of freedom.
See how excited and earnest he is. He knows oh so well that he's already
used up forty-two of those precious seconds and he could still get it
harder if he is able to put his mind to it."
That was indeed the problem. I couldn't focus with the two of them
standing and sitting right there. Lilith squatted a foot away from my
hard dick and stared right at it and me trying to get it off.
"Oh it's a bit of a boring penis don't you think. It's not terribly big
either in length or girth and there are no interesting spots of color.
What are those bits of hair growing there. Oh you make him let the hair
grow after shaving to increase the irritation of the cage. What a novel
idea. Is that a freckle on the thigh there or is it a flat mole. Do you
have him ... or do you call her her? Do you have her checked by a
Dermatologist for skin cancer. Moles can change you know..."
All that bloody talking, a foot from my stroking, was distracting me. In
the end I didn't come. It was the worst time off I have ever had. After
Lilith left I asked the Mistress for permission to speak frankly. It was
granted and I complained bitterly. I think my complaining had an impact.
After that disaster I got a couple of very nice times off.
So now here I was twelve days into a routine chastity. If I asked now I
would get some time at least by day nineteen. "Mam, I would like to
redeem all my time please." There. I just went for it. No sense in
mulling it to death.
Mistress walked over to me and reached into her cleavage and removed the
key. What, I thought amazed? Now?
"Uhahhh, ahh, Mis..., Mistress," I stammered, "Permission to speak
frankly."
"Yes. What is it?"
"Mam, I kinda don't think this is a good time. I am kinda distracted by
my pain in the ass. Really, please could we do it later. Tomorrow,
whatever ..."
She said nothing. She unlocked the cage and removed it. She hadn't
started the stop watch so this was free time. But since I was still
chained to the table and she wasn't taking it in hand it was very low
quality free time. It was starting to swell a bit in anticipation, but
really my ass did hurt.
She left my hands chained together but removed them from the table. She
guided me over to the bed where she proceeded to tie me spread-eagled and
face up on the bed. I heard the click of the stop watch. Taking her time
she stripped completely naked. Slowly, way too slowly. I was getting
harder but I was now distracted by both my ass and the ticking watch.
This wasn't fair but what could I do?
She spread herself over me, sixty-nine fashion. Her vagina was lowered
onto my face. I automatically began to search it with my tongue. I then
felt her mouth surround my penis. Frustratingly there was no hurry in its
movement. I stabbed my face into her crotch. I was shaking it side to
side with as much effort as I could muster without causing any pain to
her vagina. My tongue was everywhere and when it hit the pay dirt of her
clitoris it attached itself like a frat boy to a pageant queen. I was
trying to induce urgency into her mouthing off by exciting her.
It wasn't working though. I could feel her mouth around my member, but
barely and oh so softly. I tried to redouble my efforts on her vagina and
clitoris. It's possible I was too effective. She seemed distracted from
paying attention to my needs and to focus instead on the fun she was
getting down south.
The dreaded tone signaling the end of my cage free time sounded. Dejected
I let my head drop back down to the bed. She followed my head with her
vagina. But my tired out tongue slumped back into my mouth. I was pissed
and angry and unsatisfied.
Mistress lifted her wet vagina from my face and left the bed. She
returned with a blindfold and gag.
She stroked and hardened me with her hand. After serveral hours of
intense sensual teasing, where my penis never got soft, she let me come.
It was the best time off since she had begun the ritual of belting my
chastity. It was erotic surprises like that that had bound me to her
service just five days and three months and two years ago.
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