Ahead of Time
“You’re going to be locked up for a long time,” she said casually.
She was leaning against my side, her fingernails tracing lines up my thighs, stomach, and chest. We had just made love, basking in the afterglow. Well, at least she was; I hadn’t come — nor had I for the past couple of weeks — and remained aroused.
“I know you don’t like to know ahead of time when I’m going to let you out, but I wanted you to understand that it’s going to be a long while. We haven’t played at a really extended term in a bit, so I thought I’d try it again.”
I failed to suppress a whimper, and she looked up. “I hope you’re not complaining,” she admonished. “I mean, I unlocked you at the end of summer, and you spent all autumn free as a bird. Winter’s almost half over; in fact. I can’t remember when you’ve had so much freedom.”
It was true; I’d been unlocked for months, but it wasn’t exactly an orgy around here.
“Yeah, but with both of us getting the flu, plus the holidays and work, we barely had any sex at all, so it’s not like I’ve been running wild,” I explained. “For a couple of months, we even thought there was something in our water because we just couldn’t get excited.”
She shrugged and lay her head back down on my chest. “Anyway, since I’m going to lock you up tonight, I wanted to spend some quality time with you; it’s going to be the last time your cock is free for quite a while, and I had to get enough of it to keep me motivated.”
I whimpered again. Despite not having as much sex as I would have liked, I had certainly gotten used to touching myself whenever I felt like it, feeling her warm ass as we lay spooning, and being allowed to come pretty much every time we did have sex — however infrequently that was. And although we keep talking about long-term denial as a fantasy — a really hot one for both of us — the fact is that it’s been quite a while since we played at that, and I wasn’t totally looking forward to actually doing it. Sure, I knew it was only a matter of time before she wanted me back in the chastity device, but as the weeks slipped by, I just fell out of the groove.
Until tonight.
“No wonder you were so aroused earlier,” I said. “You must have been thinking about this all week.”
Our lovemaking earlier had started gently, but her passion increased until she was raking my back and bucking her hips. I pulled myself back from the edge of my own orgasm a dozen times, until finally she was sated. She hadn’t given me permission to come, and I hoped she would let me finish inside her. Instead, she asked me to wait just a little longer, then did something she hadn’t done in years — which is how I ended up with my arms restrainted to the headboard while she relaxed against me.
She nodded, then stretched. “I’m getting too relaxed,” she told me. “I’d better get moving, or else I’ll fall asleep.”
“Please don’t do that,” I said.
She propped herself up on her elbow and wrapped her hand around my cock; even though we had been lying there almost half an hour, it was still firm. She squeezed it, and my hips bucked involuntarily; my hands shot down a couple of inches before they were arrested by the velcro restraints. She smiled, then put her head down to tease me with her tongue. I moaned lightly and pushed my hips up to meet her. She took my cock into her mouth and ran her tongue up and down the underside until I begged her to stop.
“No, please,” I gasped, “I don’t want to come just yet. Please!”
She sat up with a wicked smile. “I told you that I’m going to lock you up tonight when I’m done. And I’m going to do it right after you come because I know you lose your horny edge then. I like making you do something right at that moment, especially since I know you don’t want to.”
I nodded slowly, remembering how she finds it amusing.
“But you know what amazes me?” she asked. “That you always look back on it a few days later and tell me that whatever it was, making you do it was the hottest thing ever. Why do you think that happens?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know. The more I think back on it, the hotter it seems. Maybe because although I didn’t want to at the time, when I reflect later, I’m thinking about it with my horny brain cells.”
She snorted, then slipped off the bed and walked over to my dresser. She fished around in the back of the underwear drawer and pulled out my modified CB3000. The lock that I use when testing changes was still attached. She undid the key and put it on the nightstand. Then she opened her jewelry box and pulled out her own lock, the one without a key for me. Since I was already wearing the cuff ring around my cock and balls, she had all the pieces at hand. She placed her lock on the nightstand and rubbed the cage around my cock.
“Hard to believe that all that meat fits in there,” she smiled. She put the cuff down next to her lock and began to stroke me very lightly. I squirmed, making yummy noises.
“You know, I was thinking about this lately — how you get hot and excited when you haven’t come, but right afterward aren’t interested anymore. At least for a few days.” She continued stroking my shaft lightly then looked up at me. “I think that’s enough,” she said, sitting back.
“Please,” I begged, “You are going to let me release, aren’t you?”
Once again, the wicked grin. “You know, I really was thinking about stroking you for a long time and then stopping just as you came. You know, to ruin it for you.”
I groaned, imagining the frustration.
“But then I decided that would be too cruel. No, you’re not going to come for a long time, and I want you to remember this.” She shifted her body over to straddle my hips. The cuff ring around my cock and balls felt tighter; I looked down and saw it was purple and veiny, just the way she likes it. She rubbed lube on the tip of my engorged head and lowered herself slowly onto me, pressing her hips down onto mine. I let out a low moan, looking up at her pleadingly.
She adopted a serious look while continuing her slow grind. “I know you like to be surprised, but right now I’m going to tell you what’s happening. You know why?”
I shook my head, trying to concentrate on not getting too close to the edge.
“Because I like telling you ahead of time, knowing that you can’t do anything about it.” She reached forward to take my nipples between her fingers. I drew a breath as she squeezed. “I told you that you’re going in the cuff right after you come because I know you don’t actually enjoy entering unless you’re already slightly aroused,” she continued with a smile. “That’s kind of funny, when you think about it.”
She raised her hips, and I strained upward to meet her. She carefully lowered herself until just my head was inside her. Frantically, I tried to push deeper, not wanting to lose contact. I was still filled with desire from our earlier lovemaking — I wanted to be buried deep inside her, but I didn’t want to come… not yet.
“But before I put the cage back on you, there’s one other thing going to happen — something I’m going to do.” She slid her hips down, and once again I was buried inside her.
I reveled in the warmth until I suddenly understood what she meant. “What’s that?” I asked.
Still grinding slowly into me, she explained. “I haven’t allowed you to come for the last couple of weeks; I know you’ve got a lot saved up for me, haven’t you?”
I nodded.
“And since you’re going to be locked up for a long time, I’ll bet you’d like to release everything that’s been saving up, right?”
I moaned inwardly.
“I want you to come really hard for me. I want you to remember this for a long time.”
“Oooh,” I moaned aloud.
“That’s why I’m going to make you eat my pussy right after you release.”
I gasped. It was
It feels like an electric shock to my groin. I’ve harbored this fantasy for ages, yet never quite had the guts to act on it. The thought of being compelled to clean her up—to lick away my still-warm cum from her body, and to listen as she commands me to make sure she’s spotless—while using my tongue to bring her over the edge… I’ve only brought it up a few times with her over the years, but I never managed to ask for this myself, let alone actually do it. She was right; there is something about those first ten or fifteen minutes after climax that wipes all that desire out of my mind.
I felt excited, yet somewhat afraid at the same time. I knew I wouldn’t want to go through with it once we were done… and she knew it too.
She noticed my hesitation. “I know the idea turns you on,” she said.
Thinking quickly, I replied, “But, um, didn’t you say you’d had enough? You told me your sexual needs were met for tonight.”
“Oh, this isn’t about my pleasure—at least, not primarily my sexual satisfaction. You’re going to do it because in a few days’ time, when you think back on this evening, you’ll remember it as the hottest thing we’ve ever done together,” she said.
She lightly dragged her nails across my chest. “I know how your mind works. The longer you stay locked up, the more you’ll obsess over that last orgasm I allowed—the one where you had to eat your hot cum out of me, doing something you didn’t quite want… and that’s going to make you utterly crazy-horny every time it crosses your mind.” She leaned in closer, and I could feel her breasts pressing heavily against my chest. “And since you’re trapped inside the cage, you’ll stay totally, wildly horny for as long as I desire.”
She hadn’t stopped her slow grinding; between that rhythm and her talking, she was pushing me past the point where I had any control left over holding back. Having not climaxed in two weeks, I knew that once I crossed a certain threshold, it would be a slow but inevitable ride. I squeezed my Kegels, tensed my thighs and abs, yet felt the pressure building deep inside. I looked up at her, mentally praying she would drag out the moment as long as possible.
“Yes, you want this, don’t you?” she asked. “Want me to go faster?”
I shook my head. “No, slower, please, slower.” I heard myself panting and felt the muscles tightening up.
She kept her steady pace. “Yes, I’m going to make this memorable for you.” She leaned forward to kiss me, and I was surprised by her hunger. I felt her teeth bite into my lower lip while her fingers found my nipples. She squeezed hard enough to make me gasp… and suddenly I knew I couldn’t hold on any longer. I wanted to pull her hips closer, but the restraints held my arms up at the top of the bed. I opened my eyes to see her sitting astride me, and then those inner muscles—the ones deep inside—began twitching.
I could feel my hips bucking, and I remember asking, “Please, please,” as I moved in time with her, trying simultaneously to slow down and to bury my cock into her warm, snug… no, wait, I must stick to the promise… “Please, can I come?” I asked thickly.
“Yes, come for me. I want you to finish for me,” she responded.
I pressed upward into her and felt the contractions begin. Rather than hearing it, I felt myself moaning as several weeks of self-control erupted like a volcano. Spasm after spasm wracked my body until finally, I was done, feeling empty yet pleasantly sore. I took a deep breath and settled back into the mattress. After a few moments, with some effort, I managed to open my eyes again. “Oh my God, that was… that was… I can’t even find words to describe how good it felt.”
She slowly sat back up. “It was good, wasn’t it? I thought you’d never stop coming!” She reached her hand down between her legs, and I felt her fingers rest on either side of my cock. Her eyes stayed locked on mine as she rose slightly. As I slipped out of her, looking down, I saw that she held herself closed to keep everything inside.
I was still somewhat dazed as she inched her knees alongside me. When she finally rested her legs over my arms and braced one hand against the headboard, things… changed somehow. Her pussy, which just minutes ago had been a beautiful, warm cave, now seemed like a hairy tube of flesh filled with something I didn’t want. Ugh, how could I have ever asked for this? I pursed my lips, but it was too late—I felt the drips landing on my cheeks and chin. Seconds later, her slick lips pressed tightly against mine, and I heard her encouraging me to clean her up, to keep sucking and licking until nothing remained.
Although I started out tentatively, I realized that the sooner I got this over with, the sooner she would be off my face, and the sooner this crazy fantasy would end. I sucked at her lips, running my tongue around her mound, darting inside to tease before making wide, slow licks.
After a minute of this, I sensed that she was no longer supporting all her weight on the headboard; her thighs were tensing around my ears. I could no longer hear her voice, but I felt her rocking back and forth, pressing herself into me. My head couldn’t move much, but she kept repositioning so my tongue could reach different spots. When a hand grabbed my hair and pulled, I knew she was coming again. Fighting off the post-orgasm lethargy, I strained my neck to get a better angle. She pressed down hard on my mouth for a few moments before suddenly sitting back.
“Whew,” she said, “I really didn’t expect that.” She looked down at me and stroked my hair. “I guess I got more excited about this whole idea than I thought I would. Or maybe it’s because I was thinking ahead to how you’ll feel over the next six months.
“What?! Six months?” I exclaimed.
“Well, didn’t I tell you beforehand that it was going to be quite a while? A month or two is nothing for you anymore, so when I think long-term… well…” She paused. “Anyway, let’s just see what happens, shall we?”
She swung her leg over me and slid off the bed. Grabbing a towel from the nightstand, she wiped my face, then cleaned my cock and balls. Picking up the CB3000 cage, after some lube, a bit of wrangling, and several sharp pinches to tender flesh, she managed to finagle it onto me. She passed her lock through the center pin and looked up at me.
“This is my favorite part,” she said as she clicked it shut. Then she crawled back onto the bed and released the restraints. We lay there snuggling for a moment, my arms wrapped around her. “I know you don’t like to have things spelled out in advance,” she said, “but I think that when I finally unlock you, you can expect we’ll be doing this again.”