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Good morning ladies and gentlemen. With luck each visitor here will have a day full of happiness and joy and that your visit here no matter how brief is one that you enjoy. Much more importantly good morning to you, my beautiful owner, Mistress Cecilia. I hope that this day finds you smiling and that each moment passes in pure bliss.

Yesterday afternoon I found a new assignment awaiting me like a Christmas treat. I read the assignment and upon reading it I think it was the first assignment that had a time constraint on it. I stripped off my clothes and made my way into the bathroom where I filled the sink with water and cut the lock holding my cock in check. Each of the pieces fell into the water and my hand fell to my shaft as I scratched the stubble and felt my cock respond.

In the bedroom I lay down on a towel I had draped on the bed. I grabbed the large suction cup dildo and the lube and slowly worked that monster into my behind. I lay there, breathing deep with my eyes shut and my tongue licking my dry lips until I got acclimated to the cock buried in my ass. Slowly I inched to my feet and made my way back into the bathroom. I moistened the suction cup, walked to the dresser, fell to my knees and backed up so that the cock stuck firm, affixing me to the side of my dresser by the dildo in my butt.

I looked left and marked the time; I had ten minutes to fuck my ass and edge five times. My cock was semi hard at best and I knelt up and stroked my cock to full turgidity as I slowly fucked my ass. Two minutes had passed. It took another minute to find a smooth rhythm where I could fuck my ass and stroke my cock at the same time and another minute still to reach the first edge.

I paused, aware of the passing time. My mouth was dry and my breathing coming fast and I started again. Three more times I reached the edge before my ten minutes was up. The position on my knees with the cock in my ass while I rocked back and forth and stroking at the same time is just complex and complicated enough to make it difficult to reach a speedy edge.

With the ten minutes past and only four edges down I was to go one more edge and another five minutes on that filling cock. I kept fucking my ass, the cock piercing my flesh and feeling thicker with each passing moment. And I kept stroking. I pumped my cock, my left hand holding me upright as my right hand toyed with my cock. I finally reached the edge again and I looked at the clock. I spent an additional few minutes just fucking my ass, my cock leaking out a long stringer of need that I wiped on my thigh before it could hit the carpet. My balls were vacant, pulled up tight, my cock hard and throbbing with my beating heart.

I climbed to my feet, pulling the dildo from my ass. I plucked it noisily from the wall of the dresser and carried it by the base and not the shaft and brought it into the bathroom. I took a long hot shower and shaved my crotch anew, scraping away the stubble and the longer hairs that seem to like to get plucked painfully at inopportune times. Climbing from the tub I dried my body and the chastity cage and then dropped the dildo in the same sudsy water.

I carried the pieces into the living room and locked my cock away again. I snapped a lock in place and took a new picture; Mistress Cecilia knows her cock is caged. And I need her to know; I am suffering not for me though I am fueling my fetish, but I am suffering for her. And I love suffering for her. I sent the picture on, feeling the white noise of denial dancing under the skin hidden in the cage. I could feel the heat in my balls, the tickling in my cock and the pressure in the pit of my stomach all telling me I was owned by the stunning Mistress Cecilia. It is a wonderful thing; I cannot thank her enough.

Thank You Mistress Cecilia.

Humbly and Happily Yours.