Happy Anniversary, Joe… Tonight marks another milestone in my abstinence – specifically, it is the one-year anniversary of my last orgasm. True to form, Ms Cleo has arranged a special celebration for this occasion. “This evening will be truly memorable! Once tonight passes, you’ll have plenty more reason to celebrate!” As usual, I find myself unsure whether to view her words as a sign of good fortune or ill omen. Although she has declared that I might never cum again, there remains the possibility she could reconsider. I constantly wonder if tonight is the night everything changes. After all, on these monthly anniversaries, she typically removes what used to be my cock from its confinement; perhaps this time she will leave it out permanently! It is ten-thirty Tuesday evening, and Ms Cleo has just returned home from college. She lies upon the bed completely nude save for dark red lipstick and her charming beauty mark beside that wicked smile which simultaneously delights and terrifies me. “Happy anniversary Honey!” she proclaims with total confidence and authority – what power is this in whose presence I am weak? “It has been a full year since you last climaxed! That is quite an achievement; surely you are proud of yourself!” Ms Cleo fixes me with a sneer. She gestures for me to join her on the bed. I remain naked, as commanded, unless and until she dictates otherwise regarding my attire. Well, mostly naked, still wearing the cock cage that has been my constant companion these many months. Rising up, she looks down at me while I lie beside where she was moments before. I know what follows – the handcuffs and shackle which have bound me since that first month anniversary when I dared to defy her rule. This is the price I pay for any contact with my cock; I endure this confinement hoping for relief from the other constraint: the cage itself. “You’ve done remarkably well, Joe. I never would have guessed you’d last so long. I was certain you’d rebel early and demand release! But you haven’t, have you? No, you’ve been a good little boy since I saw through your ‘trust me’ act and secured the lock inside. Yes, you followed my instructions exactly.” Ms Cleo starts kissing the moles on my face and neck with such tenderness. It is lovely; as always, I am completely pliable in her grasp. “And consider all the benefits this has brought,” she continues. “Let’s review: You have gone a full year without an orgasm, and that cock you foolishly surrendered to me stays locked away day and night. My precious member remains safe from your clumsy hands. With me holding sole possession of the key, you remain in a state of constant sexual frustration. Your balls always stay blue for my pleasure, while I humiliate you with every glance as your beautiful, sexy wife who drives them wild. It sounds like you’ve fared quite well yourself, don’t you think, Joe?!” Ms Cleo begins licking my neck. I do not nod but merely feel a pleasant thrill as her tongue touches each mole in turn. “So tonight we celebrate another month of your ongoing frustration. Another month under my Domination. Another victory for my pussy over the balls and cock you surrendered to me. Poor little Joe – never gets his way, nor has he all year! You had no idea what I meant when I asked that your cock become mine alone, yet you replied, ‘Of course, Babe!’ You didn’t truly believe I would take this substantial gift from you that night so long ago, did you? Poor darling! But tonight promises to be very special for me. Aren’t you excited?” Now I nod. “You should be. Imagine a whole year of locking my cock away in its cage, waiting for one small monthly respite! Oh yes, Joe, after tonight your life will change; wait and see.” Hmmm. Have I been nervous all day for nothing?
n? Perhaps tonight is exactly what I need. Maybe this is the night after twelve long months that I finally get to cum. Or perhaps, even if Ms. Cleo doesn’t let me finish completely, at least I’ll experience that rare and wonderful feeling of an orgasm while she brands me with another beauty mark, just as She did before we got into the cage—that was Her preferred sign of Control and Ownership.
I will find out very soon. Ms. Cleo retrieves the key and holds it up for my inspection. “We won’t need this key anymore after tonight.” My heart soars! “That sounds like good news, doesn’t it Joe?” Ms. Cleo giggles. Could it really be happening? Is she possibly going to set me free tonight? Oh God, I hope so! It has to mean that! I try to hold back my excitement because I don’t want to make Ms. Cleo change her mind. I keep the thrill inside.
Ms. Cleo unlocks and removes the cock cage – ah, immediate relief mixed with incredible anticipation! The cuff hardly matters anymore. My Cock stands up straight immediately. Ms. Cleo takes hold of it in Her hand and starts stroking gently. It feels wonderful to be held after a whole month of being locked away and untouched. After several moments of her working the shaft, She pulls me on top of Herself.
“You may rub My Cock against My Pussy now,” Ms. Cleo says with Her most haughty tone. I immediately start rubbing the flesh against her body, feeling as though I know her secret but am afraid to spoil the surprise. Her pussy is incredibly warm. As I continue pressing up against her, waves of pure excitement wash over me. I enter a zone of hypnotic focus. Having kept my Cock locked away all year and only allowed out for an hour or two each month makes the sensation of feeling my wife’s wetness so thrillingly exciting. I keep rubbing; she is getting moist, growing wetter by the moment. Ms. Cleo starts licking my neck again while She reaches toward me to gently rub more of the moles scattered across my skin. There is no doubt about it: She exploits my fetish for them, which only heightens my excitement further. Her pointed tongue moves sensually around my face and neck. Then she begins treating my moles like tiny ice cream cones. She arches her pelvis slightly to expose more of her Pussy to the Cock. I can feel her lips parting as I thrust.
“Enjoying yourself?”
“Oh yes, my Darling, beyond what words can describe.”
“That’s nice —”
And then abruptly She leaves me. Ms. Cleo gets up and goes to the kitchen, returning with the ice pack she uses to cool down when I get too worked up. Back in bed, She places the pack so that my Cock is encased in cold ice and begins to shrink away. After a few moments, it has become quite small. When Ms. Cleo sees this result, She removes the ice, allowing me to resume rubbing against her pussy.
This game goes on for about an hour. I repeatedly get close to cumming only to have Ms. Cleo sharply and severely stop me with that threatening voice of hers which I respect so much (“No! Don’t cum Joe!”). She uses the ice occasionally to shrink the stiffening Cock back down until it is soft again. But soon I am hard once more, rubbing up against her Pussy time after time.
“Are you frustrated Joe?” Ms. Cleo asks.
“I’m totally frustrated,” I admit. I don’t understand how she wields such power over me that leaves me unable to act stoically and pretend it isn’t a big deal. “It’s been almost a year since I last cummed, and you’ve just let me rub this Cock against your Pussy for the past hour. I’m starting to get that burning sensation. It feels like these Balls are going to explode! This hot burn travels through both my Cock and my testicles. The pain is so intense I want to stop almost wanting what? I am in such distress.”
“Oh poor confused little baby,” she comforts me now. “We can’t have you hurting, can we? No that wouldn’t be right after all this is your big night — your anniversary! So let’s”
“Let’s see if we can’t ease that pain, shall we?”
Ms Cleo rises and heads to the closet. Returning a moment later, She unfastens the shackles from my ankles but leaves my hands bound. Then She pushes me off the bed onto the floor, positioning my cuffed hands in front of Her, insisting, “Get on all fours and spread your legs, Joe.” I’ve learned by now that defying her costs far more than complying.
Ms Cleo walks behind me. “Do those Balls ache from the frustration?” “Yes, terribly.” “Well, we can’t have that lingering pain, can we?” “It would be nice if…”
I am cut off by a sharp tug on my testicles from behind as Ms Cleo grips them in Her warm, strong hand. The ache fades briefly, but then I notice they are being pulled downward and backward, repeatedly—down and back. Soon I realize She has attached some kind of heavy weight to them; it is dangling and swinging. It feels like a leash connected to my Balls, pulling them taut before letting the weight swing them like a pendulum, stretching under the strain. I remain on hands and knees, enduring it.
“Do My Balls still hurt from the frustration?” She emphasizes Her ownership now—a sign that has never been good during these long months. “No, they don’t hurt from frustration anymore; they hurt because you are grabbing, yanking, swinging, and stretching them.”
“Well, you said you were frustrated and didn’t like it. Honey, I’m not done relieving your frustration yet. But first, I am going to keep exercising My Balls—for let’s see, how many months has it been? Oh yes, twelve—a whole year! Well, can you ‘hang’ for 12 more minutes, right Joe? I mean, I must keep My Equipment in tip-top shape; you know what I mean. But don’t worry—after my exercise is done, I’ll lie down on the bed and let you lie on top of me, OK?” Somehow I’m convinced it will be worth the trouble. The swinging continues…
After a painful near-eternity for “tip-top shape,” Ms Cleo gets back onto the bed. She leads me up by my cuffed hands, and I follow suit. She ties my ankles once more, then lies down; as instructed, I do the same on top of Her. An evil smile plays across Her lips, and that beauty mark seems to be smiling along.
Though pain still lingers, I can tell Ms Cleo has begun fingering herself. She is masturbating vigorously with her right hand while I slump atop her, trying to catch my breath from the exertion. “Kiss My face,” Ms Cleo instructs. Still reeling from the Ball pain, I begin tenderly kissing her face—her lips, cheeks, neck—and especially that beauty mark which drew me to Her initially and remains She insists upon. I notice an incredible smile on Ms Cleo’s face.
“Grabbing and stretching My Balls got Me so hot! It was such a turn-on! Funny thing—in a way, all this time I’ve been busting your balls figuratively. But now, having grabbed My own like you did—having watched my studly Balls in their workout—I am reminded of what I sometimes miss out on! Oh, I love them! And I feel so turned on.”
Ms Cleo continues rubbing herself while I continue kissing her face. She sounds as if she is rapidly approaching orgasm. But much to my surprise, she stops. “I don’t want to cum quite yet,” She says. “And needless to say, Joe, you are not even to think of ejaculating without My permission. I have a few more things I want to do before that.” (Hope springs eternal—my heart leaps a bit.) “I always get a little tired after I cum, you know, but tonight I want to be fully alert because I don’t want to miss the expression on your face; I think I’m going to see it in just a few moments.”
In hindsight, this might have sounded ominous, but at the moment, overcome by the possibility that I will once again feel the long-lost ecstasy of ejaculation, I guess I missed the sense of foreboding. She says, “Rub up against my pussy for a little while.”
Though there is still some pain left, I quickly
get completely hard rubbing against Ms Cleo’s beautiful pussy. That sweet pussy makes me feel a bit of awe, I admit — just like She does. Her swollen pussy lips pout in expectant satiation. After a few more minutes of this Ms Cleo gets up and takes out some things from her night stand. She places something on the bed. It looks like two clear plastic tubes with a plunger on one end and a pointed tip on the other. I start to imagine where these might fit, what she might do to me with them. One of the tubes is clear, the other seems slightly brown in color. “Remember earlier when I said that we wouldn’t be needing my key anymore?” “Yeah?” “Well, what did you think I meant by that?” “Well, I think it means that you are not going to keep me locked inside that cock cage anymore.” “Good, Joe. That’s exactly what you should be thinking.” Ah, I am feeling relief already — until She adds, “Yes, exactly what I wanted you to be thinking…” I feel my wrists and ankles shudder a bit against their restraints, and I ask, kind of feebly, “What do you mean?” “Well, Joe – let’s be real here. Do you really think I am going to free My Cock from that cage?” “Y-yes…” I stammer. “Well, Yes, of course –” “Have you learned nothing from the last 12 months, Joe?” Her tone is sharp. “Let me ask you this: have you noticed me becoming nicer to you over this past year? Have I become ever more sweet and caring and loving?” A trick question? While I fear the repercussions, I choose honesty, and reply. “Well, not exactly.” “Not exactly?! No, my pathetic, stupid little Joe of a husband. Listen: I am definitely not going to take that cage off of My Cock. In fact, just the opposite. Do you see these tubes here? This is how we make epoxy glue. I went to the hardware store yesterday, and I told them I wanted the strongest glue that can’t be undone. When I mix what is in these two tubes together, we will have the strongest industrial grade epoxy that is manufactured. They said once applied it’s impossible to remove. They told me it’s reliable enough for NASA — so it should be good enough for my Joe, eh? Know what I’m going to do with it?” “No.” “Well, I’m going to fill the key hole of the lock on your cock cage with it, honey. What that means is that in just a few moments I’m going to put that cage back onto My Cock, but this time, I’m going to leave it there permanently. Yep - after I put the cage back on you, I’m going to fill the key hole of the lock with epoxy, and you will never be able to remove that cage, to be able to touch or even see My Cock again!” I’m stunned. This was the last thing I was expecting. I begin crying. Ms Cleo begins kissing my face tenderly. “Oh, poor Joe. You see, it’s just that I realize you have gotten way too much pleasure every month by rubbing My Cock against My Beautiful Pussy like I’ve let you do tonight. You did give it to me, remember, so it’s not right that it’s allowed to feel my pussy, even once a month for an hour. I’m sure you know that what I’m saying is true, Joe. You know I’m being reasonable. And now it’s time for you to be reasonable, too. It’s not fair for such a crooked old Cock — even once a month – to be able to touch such a beautiful and perfect pussy as mine! No, Joe — your pathetic excuse for a cock needs to be locked away for good. You should be grateful that we will hide away such an embarrassment for your ‘manhood!’ “So, you see,” She says more softly now, “what I’m doing is only fair given the circumstances, my love.” Ms Cleo begins licking up my tears, and goes on until my whole face is covered in her saliva. “Besides, I have to admit, it’s kind of fun to increase your frustration. I mean, first I started to spank you, then to pinch and bite your moles – and you said you liked the attention. Then I started to chain you up, and you came home that one night all excited about “chastity.” Then, when I asked you to try out various cock cages, you complied and said it made you feel “secure.” When I started
Even though I demanded that you fuck me while forbidding your cum, you made the effort to obey. You accepted my punishment when your control wavered and failed. Joe, you eventually learned to hold back whenever I said so. When I decided I couldn’t trust you with just self-control, I locked you in that cock cage and held onto the only key myself. Like a good little Joe, you wore it obediently. “So now I’m taking you to the next level, Honey. From this point on, your cock will never leave that cage again! It’s too delightful, isn’t it? And think about it: in just one year since I realized I needed total Control over my little Joe, I’ve come to understand how much I need to frustrate and deny you. You’ve gone along with it, enjoyed it, even encouraged me – so naturally, as time goes on, I’m going to take more away from you. This simply proves how deeply I love my little Joe! Consider my control and domination as Love — you’ll feel such comfort! Yes, every time I deny you gratification and pleasure, think of it as me saying ‘I love you, darling!’ Ms Cleo begins her mocking laugh. “Or, finally accept that I am just an incredibly sexy woman who enjoys exciting you through control! That the love I show with each new frustration is actually the selfishness you find so delightful.” And know this: I have come to love and depend on your pathetic submission. I realize I need it — every new way of teasing and denying you fills me with a girlish thrill, which I confess has become my hopelessly addictive delight. Watching you never resist me feeds my desire to debase and degrade you! With each passing day under my sexual denial, you become more like the pathetic excuse for a man that you are, becoming ever more my little Joe, a plaything who deserves everything I do! Ms Cleo smiles with cruel pleasure at her words. “So… since this is the last time your cock will see freedom from its cage in the rest of your life, I think it’s only fair to make this special for you. Don’t you agree? Joe, you’ve already felt my pussy against your cock one final time. But now, let me treat you to a last blow job. Ms Cleo drops to her knees and begins kissing what will apparently never again be my free cock. Knowing I am about to be locked up for good intensifies every physical sensation. Ms Cleo starts slowly licking the underside of Her Cock. She kisses and licks along its entire shaft, moving down with lips and tongue to the base where she gently kisses Her Balls. “Poor little balls! So blue, so frustrated! Those balls didn’t know what they were signing up for when you offered them, did they? No, how could they have known, Joe? Poor little blue balls!” Ms Cleo continues kissing them. She then increases the speed of her licking. Working her way up to the tip, she begins sucking on it before taking Her entire Cock into her mouth! She sucks and licks simultaneously. I am losing my mind from being so turned on. Those balls feel like they are about to burst. My mind and body’s sensations take me back to a time that seems ages ago. Now more than ever in my life, I crave the imminent release of orgasm. Perhaps sensing this, after a few moments Ms Cleo stops abruptly. “There, that’s it. That is all you get. It better last a lifetime because it will have to! I sob miserably within my restraints while Ms Cleo rises, seeming to tower over me now. She goes to the nightstand where she has gathered quite a collection of items. Returning with a condom and a tube of strong-smelling ointment in hand,”
“We need to shrink my cock back down so I can put it into that cock cage again. But instead of taking the easy route we always use with the ice pack, I figured since this is literally your final moment of penile freedom ever, why not make it extra memorable? Besides, there really is a limit to my cruelty, Honey – let me take the edge off your remaining lifetime of craving by making your last memory of being uncaged something less than a wonderful fantasy sequence.” Ms Cleo opens the container and takes out the condom. She unrolls it and then opens what appears to be the tube of ointment. While she smiles at me with that beauty mark in her characteristic way, she proceeds to pour a voluptuous amount of the ointment into the condom. She keeps squeezing and squeezing while I try to place the smell of it. Vague memories surface: stiff back and shoulder muscles after sweatily mowing our lawn and digging out gardens… Satisfied with what is now inside the condom, Ms Cleo re-caps the Ben-Gay and puts it down. “Since you know what’s coming – and what will never cum again (she and that beauty mark smiling at me once more) – you realize this is my strongest expression of love for you yet, my little man. We both know from locking my cock up these past many months that you cannot resist, nor would we even dare to hope otherwise.” “So now, little Joe, I want you to beg me to cement the keyhole of the lock to secure your cock cage forever. I want you to beg for the privilege of being frustrated forever!” I am speechless, of course. “Go ahead now, beg, Joe!” Ms Cleo says with an air of pitying superiority. And what comes from my pathetic lips has repeatedly astonished me in the countless moments I’ve had little else to do but recall that most fateful night. “Please, Ms Cleo, please seal the keyhole shut on this cock cage’s lock so it can never again be taken off.” “But why should I even bother?” Ms Cleo teases. “Because this cock is too pathetic to deserve any pleasure ever again,” I grovel. “Because I know it is not worthy of being allowed next to your beautiful and perfect pussy!” “Please, Ms Cleo,” and I notice I truly am begging as I say it, “please lock up my cock forever. I don’t deserve to have any more pleasure with the one I’ve surrendered to you. Go ahead, seal me into this cage for good; I beg you, Ms Cleo!” “Oh, alright, if that’s what you really want! You’re so pathetic, Joe — begging to be locked forever in a cock cage! Alright then, Joe, I’ll begin the process now.” Ms Cleo bends over and places a final kiss on the tip of my fully erect penis. “Poor little penis, never again exploding with pleasure or receiving kisses or touches! Oh well.” I am resigned to both the restraints and my fate. Ms Cleo begins pulling the condom over her cock. Although it is stiff from the night’s touches and attentions, it still slides easily into the unrolled, ointment-filled condom. Ms Cleo pulls it all the way on and makes sure it is firmly in place. “There, this ought to be fun!” Ms Cleo says with cruel delight. So now Ms Cleo begins kissing me hard on the mouth. Her tongue almost rapes my mouth with its urgency. For a moment I forget about the cock altogether; I catch glimpses of her beauty mark as she works her tongue around. Its presence devastates me, and I just let myself enjoy the wet sensations in my mouth. But then, after about ten seconds, I begin to feel the burning start, remembering the condom and its ointment. Help! It is as if the cock is being held over an open flame. Soon the burning becomes excruciating. I begin moaning from the pain. Ms Cleo, apparently excited by my expression, accelerates her tongue’s licking inside my mouth. After another ten seconds, I fall over from the pain and am writhing on the bed, a mangled and whimpering heap entangled between restraints, helpless against the excruciating burning that is devouring the last of what once was my poor cock. “Oh, poor baby, Joe - that’s gotta hurt!” Ms Cleo says with a laugh.
I spent about ten minutes lying on the bed, writhing in pain. Ms Cleo eventually grew tired of observing me and pulled my body back flat onto its back. “Look at that—no more erection! It seems time for my Cock to begin serving out a life sentence behind bars!” Glancing down, I confirmed it was indeed flaccid; the Ben-Gay had worked wonders. Ms Cleo took off the torture condom and tossed it aside. She brought over the dreaded Cock cage, waving goodbye with theatrical flair as she slowly locked Her Cock inside for the final time, letting her voice trail off to emphasize the moment. The last thing I heard before losing consciousness was the sharp click of the padlock securing the device. Ms Cleo then moved toward the epoxy applicator. Using a knife, she snipped the ends of the tips and pressed down on the plunger, forcing the resin into a small cup nearby. With a wooden stirrer in hand, she mixed it thoroughly until completely blended. “That should be enough. The directions state that once fully mixed, you must apply it right away to the treated area. It needs twelve hours to set properly, so no showering tomorrow—just to ensure success! Alright here we go – Weeee!!” She scooped up a generous amount of epoxy and used the stick to spread it into the key-hole on the cock cage’s lock. After a minute, she returned for more resin from the cup, filling every crevice with care—I noticed how meticulous she was being in this task. Saying “Voila!” out loud, her cheek beauty mark fluttered slightly, driving me wild. She then took the remaining epoxy and tools to the bathroom wastebasket before returning with a smile. She walked over and kissed me deeply on the lips. “Done now, Joe! And I am so horny! Time finally for my orgasm!” Under the hypnotic influence of her actions, I made what might seem like an unusual request. “Ms Cleo, since you’ve locked me in this cage forever, may I do one thing before you start masturbating here?” “What is it?” she asked with some irritation. “Could I please wet and lick Your perfect Pussy with my tongue?” She agreed. But the victory wasn’t quite complete yet. Releasing my ankles from their restraints, Ms Cleo guided me back to the floor onto my cuffed hands and knees, facing away from Her. She positioned herself behind me. Once I was in the same posture as when she had grabbed those Balls just a night ago, I waited for her to do it again. Now noticing that my ankles were immobilized once more—what held them? She pushed forward gently while pulling up on my head, keeping me off balance for a moment. Suddenly, something warm and wet entered my asshole—I corrected myself—it was Her asshole; I had surrendered that too—and over the next few minutes Ms Cleo whispered from behind, “See? Don’t worry, Joe… I didn’t mean your days of fucking were totally gone…” Feeling bruised and sore after being taken from behind, I realized my ankles were free once more. Ms Cleo stepped back onto the bed and gestured for me to lie atop her. She began rubbing her clit with her right index finger. Pushing down on me so I could watch, she moved closer until my head rested against her thigh as she continued pleasuring herself. Her pussy lips became flushed, swollen, and engorged while the cock strained thickly within its eternal cage. “Locking you up permanently has made me incredibly horny! I can barely wait to cum! Oh, speaking of which: tonight marks your one-year anniversary without ejaculating, correct? Geez—in all the excitement—I forgot! Tonight was supposed to celebrate you, Joe, but instead I’ve turned it into a night for myself. Oh, how selfish I sometimes am.” Ms Cleo quickened her rhythm so that I could see she was moments away from climaxing as she began sighing
“And then she makes those little girlish noises whenever her orgasm starts. Ms Cleo begins to climax, and soon lets out a small cry of excitement, joy, and contentment. Her climax seems to last forever. As it happens, her beautiful body softens slightly, and her toes curl in the sexiest, most feminine way. Then she goes limp for a moment with eyes gently shut. After another minute, they open.
‘That was delicious! What an intense orgasm that was! Ooooh, weee!!!’
Ms Cleo rolls onto her stomach. She lifts her rear end just slightly. Her voice shifts to the little girl tone she often uses after climaxing.
‘Poor little husband! He will never feel Wife’s pussy on my cock again! No, he won’t ever even sense that Cock without its cage! Are you angry at me, Joe, for filling in the keyhole with that harsh cement?’
‘I understand,’ I murmur.
‘Then go ahead and thank me by kissing my backside. Kiss my pretty little asshole. Show how much you appreciate everything I do for you!’
I start tenderly kissing her puckered anus, showering it with kisses before gently licking it.
‘Good! Little husband is so understanding of Ms Cleo’s needs! Little Joe is just so nice to let his big, strong wife have and do whatever she wants.’
I’ve always been awestruck by the beauty of Her Ass, but now my worship of Ms Cleo’s backside feels even more passionate given what she has done. Knowing I am permanently locked into the cock cage fills me with an almost self-destructive adoration for her.
‘And now you never need to worry about when My Cock might let you feel your wife’s sweet little pussy, because it doesn’t get to—ever! I just made your life so much simpler! I’m so nice to you, Joe—I hope you appreciate all the things I do for you! Do you?’
‘Yes, I do.’
‘Good. Tell me how much you love that I locked this cock cage on you forever.’
I reply, ‘I love never having to take off this cage again. I love knowing my pussy will never touch your cock once more.’
‘And you don’t really mind being locked up forever, do you, Joe?’
To my own surprise, I mean it with all my heart: ‘No, I don’t mind, as long as it makes you happy.’
‘Good, Joe, because it does make me soooooo happy to have this done. My little man isn’t angry at his wife, is he?’
‘No.’
‘Because Ms. Cleo needs to control her husband and treat him sooooooo badly! Ms. Cleo needs to love him more like this with each passing month!’
‘I’m sleepy,’ She sighs as She rolls over. ‘Time for sleep,’ She says again.
She places a gentle hand on the cock cage, her warm, soft wrist touching my inner thigh.
‘Bye, bye, Penis! We won’t be seeing you anymore! Poor little penis, locked up for life. And poor little Joe too!’
She reaches up to where She can feel first one mole on my stomach, then a second and third. She pinches the largest one hard, keeps Her squeeze, and sighs, ‘Poor little Joe…What will his Beautiful Mistress Cleo think of next?’
Ms Cleo rolls away from me and falls fast asleep. But I lie there for a while yet, thinking about her last words…