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Friday, December 22, 2000
The sun was setting, setting the sky on fire. The air was cool and clear and the smell of the desert drifted on a
faint breeze. The sky
darkened, the fiery red turning a darker orange before melting into darker
purples. The night arrived
with the fanfare of a symphony, only light on the canvas of the sky served
as the instruments for this concert. The sun set on a perfect day.
“I’ll miss you.”
Collette smiled at me, “I know.” She chuckled softly. “Don’t worry, you will have plenty to
remember me by.” Her
chuckling escalated into laughter, “it will make my time away more
tolerable. I know I’ll be thinking about you.”
I joined her in her laughter. “That’s good.” And it was good. Whenever
Mistress Collette had to go away for a day or a week we often came up with
something that would help pass the time and keep her thoughts on her slave
at home. This trip for the holiday was no exception.
My laughter faded, my face dropping from mirth to seriousness, “I
will miss you.”
We embraced, standing on the back porch of our Arizona home and
once again Collette said, “I know.”
And as her taillights faded from large dragon eyes of light to
nothingness I turned and walked into the house.
* * * * *
The sky was dark and the air was cool and crisp. I lay in bed, looking out over the desert with only a small bedside
lamp providing any illumination. It
was bedtime and I had a small task to complete. I reached over and killed the lamp. The room was plunged into darkness; the moon wasn’t out to
provide any light to the room. I
took a deep breath and slowly massaged my cock to erect fullness. I took
my cock in my fist and began to masturbate. I stroked myself rapidly, my hand becoming a blur.
I felt my pleasure rise. I
was getting close to the precipice of completion. My fevered pace slowed as I croaked into the dark air, “mistress,
may I come please?”
There was no answer.
With no permission given I pulled my hand from my twitching cock
and took shallow breaths through clenched teeth. When the feeling on desire waned to just a throbbing of need I shut
my eyes and slowly drifted to sleep.
* * * * *
Saturday, December 23,
2000
The sun peaked the horizon and my eyes slowly drifted open. A new day was upon me. I
yawned and stretched my languid limbs. I blinked back the brightness of the morning and without thinking
dropped my hand to my cock. As
I had the night before I rapidly brought myself to the brink of orgasm,
and as I had the night before I pleaded into the air for permission to
come.
I heard nothing and no
permission was given.
My hands were clenched in tight fists as my body slowly calmed. I was breathing heavily, my chest rising and falling rapidly. I struggled out of bed, my cock leading my like a leash and made my
way to the shower. I washed
my hair and body and absently bathed my still hard cock. With the hot water beading on my body I savored the feeling of the
beating spray. I was horny
and hard and the day had just begun.
I shut off the water and dried myself with a large bath towel. Draping the towel on the hook behind the bathroom door I made my
way back to the bedroom. I climbed under the thick comforter and began to masturbate
again. I felt my pleasure
climb quickly, my cock throbbing as if it was pleading, “this time
please!” I brought myself
to the edge of orgasmic completion and squeaked out a weak, “mistress,
may I come?”
Collette was gone, celebrating the holiday away from home and so she
was not there to grant me the permission to come I most desperately
needed. With no sound
emerging from the empty room I once again pulled my hand from my cock and
hissed in need.
* * * * *
And so the day went.
I spent the day masturbating over and over, each time begging for
the release I so longed for and each time hearing nothing to indicate that
permission was given. I knew
that Collette was thinking of me, masturbating for her pleasure and not mine. We had discussed how the weekend would go and Collette knew I
would not come without her permission.
But, I did beg! As the
day progressed into night and my cock throbbed in need, I begged. Each time I drove myself to the precipice of orgasmic bliss my
pleading voice squeaked out a plea, “please, mistress, may I come? Please.”
And each time only silence greeted my plea.
* * * * *
The room was bathed in darkness. My mind was spinning with the need to come. I had spent the day teasing myself for Collette’s pleasure and was
desperate to come. I would
not disobey, of course, but my body was pleading with me to release the
spent up need. But I was still to be denied.
For the last time today I masturbated myself to the edge of
completion and once again I begged, my voice weak, to come.
Silence reached my begging ears and so once again I pulled my hand
away from my twitching cock and breathed shallowly until the imminent
pressure of my orgasm waned to just a dull throb of need. With the feeling of need nothing more than a dull ache that seemed
to spread out to the tips of my fingers and toes I picked up the final
cruelty for the night; my chastity belt.
When we had discussed Collette’s trip and what I would do to keep her
mind on me while she was away and we knew that the possibility of a
nighttime accident was possible with the amount of teasing I had endured
during the day. As such he
had discussed and decided that the possibly would be greatly reduced if my
cock…
…Collette’s cock…
…Was prevented from becoming hard and the chastity belt would
meet that challenge easily. It
was a cold steel tube that locked around my balls and waist. I had to wait until my erection subsided before I could slip the
iron sleeve over my now soft cock. The
steel was cold and I gasped at the feeling of the belts firm embrace. I locked the chastity belt on and would remove it in the
morning to continue my weekend of self-abuse.
* * * * *
Sunday, December 24, 2000
I awoke with a gasp. The
metal strap of the chastity belt was digging into my thigh and the pain
pulled me from my slumber. I
looked at the alarm clock: 8:15. I
grabbed the key to the belt and unlocked myself from my steel prison. There was no noticeable damage from the belt; I simply slept on it
at an awkward angle. I
dropped the belt onto the carpeted floor with a loud thump and began the
day as I had ended the night before. I quickly masturbated to the brink of orgasmic completion and once
again begged for permission to come.
There was an answer this time. Instead of silence greeting my words I heard Mistress Collette’s
voice in my mind, “no, Dennis.”
The results were the same; I pulled my hand from my erect cock and
struggled back the impending orgasm that threatened to spill my burning
semen into the air. But I was
able to deny myself again.
I had heard Collette’s voice, hadn’t I? Yes, I was certain of it. I had heard it, I was as certain of that as I was that the sun
would rise tomorrow. I had
heard Collette deny my orgasm. She
had been in the room with me, spiritually if not literally. She had spoke those two words to me, had traversed the distance
between us to whisper those two words to me.
And it amazed me.
* * * * *
I masturbated to the edge of ejaculation seven more times before
the clock chimed three p.m. I
had plans for Christmas to visit my mother in Flagstaff and needed to head
out to get there before the sun dropped below the horizon. I took one last shower and after drying off donned a pair of
Collette’s pink panties. The
silken material would serve to remind me of her presence and to help keep
me horny.
Not that there was a chance of my level of horniness dropping.
I dressed and headed out to celebrate Christmas with my mother
while Collette was out celebrating Christmas with her family.
* * * * *
My mother was a few inches away and I was lying on the bed in her
spare bedroom, masturbating with Collette’s panties caressing my balls. I was quiet, masturbating slowly, inching myself towards the
peak of pleasurable bliss. As
my pleasure climbed I shut my eyes and whimpered nearly imperceptibly,
“may I come, mistress?”
As before in our home I could hear her in my mind saying, “no,
Dennis.”
And I groaned softly as I pulled Collette’s panties back up. They were snug and would serve as the chastity belt had
served the night before. They were confining and restrictive and would
help prevent any nocturnal accidents. I fell asleep horny and needy and knowing that I was pleasing
Mistress Collette.
It was a perfect Christmas Eve.
* * * * *
Monday, December 25, 2000
Merry Christmas, mistress, I think immediately upon opening my eyes
to the dark of Christmas morning. The
day flew by with gifts and meals and movies and games of Scrabble and Uno. I sat among friends and family wearing a pair of soft, pink panties
and so very, very horny. I longed for the day to end so that I could drive home and
sleep to awaken one day closer to Mistress Collette’s homecoming.
* * * * *
I arrived home after the sun went down and thinking of Collette and her
smiling face I immediately masturbated to the edge of orgasmic completion. I begged with all my strength to be allowed to come.
No longer did I hear Collette, now I could see her. She was standing at the foot of the bed, watching me masturbate. She was smiling and shaking her head in delight. I could see the pleasure in her eyes as she once again whispered to
me, “no, Dennis.”
And I stopped again, my cock throbbing and leaking and my body
tense with the need to come more than the need to breathe or the need to
eat.
And shutting out the light I reached over the side of the bed and
retrieved the chastity belt that I had dropped onto the floor. I locked Collette’s cock away for another night and struggled
to fall asleep with the need to come causing my body to scream at me in
pleading tones, “take off the belt. Come! You know you
want to.”
And I did want to.
But I wanted to please Collette more and so the pleas went unanswered
and sleep slowly overtook me.
* * * * *
Tuesday, December 26, 2000
I awoke to the blaring bleat of the alarm clock. Today was a workday but with nothing scheduled I hoped for a light
day in my home-office. My
hopes for an easy day turned out to be true and I stayed at home, slowly
perusing porn sites on the internet and masturbating over and over,
keeping the tension in my horny body at a fevered high. Each time I begged to come I heard Collette deny me. I knew that I would finally get the orgasm I craved when she
returned home and I was already anxious for her return.
But that is what this weekend was for, wasn’t it? To keep her thinking of me as I kept teasing myself for her and for
me to keep masturbating, each time I stop the hope that she was on her way
home greater than the last. It
worked well; I was begging for her homecoming and needing that more than I
needed to come. The two were
linked, I was not going to get the permission for the much-needed orgasm
until she arrived him and so I prayed that she was on her way.
And as the day progressed I could only wait and continue the
teasing strokes on my throbbing and leaking cock.
Dinnertime came and before I slipped out to buy a quick dinner, I
masturbated myself to the precipice of bliss again only to once again deny
myself the pleasure of an ejaculation. I was Collette’s slave and only she could grant me the permission I
needed to come and until she arrived home I could only see and hear her
whisper the two words I had heard in my mind over and over, “no,
Dennis.”
The day ended as it had begun, locked safely away in the chastity
belt, horny and needy and ready for Mistress Collette’s return home. I had once again masturbated to the edge of ejaculation and had
once again begged for the required permission to come. And standing over me, looking down at me, I once again heard
the same two words I had heard in my mind countless times during the day,
“no, Dennis.”
And throbbing in my steel prison, I drifted off to sleep.
* * * * *
Wednesday, December 27, 2000
The day broke with an up tempo song blaring from the alarm clock. I shut it off quickly and unlocked the chastity belt. Before climbing from the bed I masturbated, rubbing my cock rapidly
until the need to ejaculate overtook my body and I hissed a pleading,
“mistress, may I come?”
And standing over me, no longer in my imagination, but finally
home, I heard her say the words I had longed to hear for so long. I heard her say, “yes.”
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