Shaking

Good morning ladies and gentlemen, friends and neighbors. I hope each visitor here has a great day and a glorious weekend. Much more importantly, good morning to you, my lovely owner, Mistress Cecilia. I hope that your day is every bit as wonderful as you are, that your morning starts with a smile and from there escalates merrily into an evening of pure bliss and a night of peaceful slumber. I wish you nothing but the best.

I am heading out of town until Sunday and so this will be my last blog post until Monday morning. I hope you all miss me. Really. If you didn’t, well, then I guess I need to be a bit more interesting in these posts. Today marks the passing of the twenty-seventh day that has passed since I have last come. Tomorrow will mark the passage of four weeks. Five weeks is my record. It’s nice approaching a milestone even if I don’t cross it; it’s nice to see rapidly approaching record.

Last night I was blessed with a fantastic phone call with the sexy Mistress Cecilia. My messenger window popped open and I reached for the phone. I made my way into the bathroom where the sink filled with water and sudsy bubbles and as I shut off the spigot I dialed the numbers and was greeted with the sultry voice of my lovely owner. Right away she commanded I doff my cage and I complied, freeing my cock and dropping the pieces into the sink one by one.

Naked I fell onto the bed and as directed I poured some cold olive oil onto my shaft and rubbed my shaft with my hand. First I grew hard and then I worked my body towards the brink of release. My hand pumped my cock, my balls tightened up and I gasped and moaned and uttered guttural sounds that I don’t think I’d ever be able to duplicate and finally after a few minutes I reached the first edge of the night.

I gasped, paused, swallowed and then lay there until I heard Mistress Cecilia command me to stroke with both hands. One hand atop the other I pumped my shaft, my right hand squeezing and pumping the sensitive tip as my left hand stroked along the full length of my shaft. My hands moved in unison and in no time, my balls tight, I reached the edge again and pulled my hands free before I could spill my built up seed.

She had commanded me to pick up the Fleshlight but I had missed it as I fought back my release. Hearing her again I picked up my favorite toy and poured some olive oil into the tight throat and slipped the Fleshlight onto my shaft with a soft sound of pleasure. Up and down my hand pumped, the bubbles strumming against my shaft and the pressure rising as once again I toyed with that thin blade between release and denial. I remained tensely on the side of denial.

I dried my hand on the towel beneath me and donned my vibrating glove. I set it on my shaft and stroked my cock with those little motors buzzing and racing and teasing my already needy cock. I pumped my shaft and reached the edge again and when Mistress Cecilia commanded me to stop I thanked her. It was not expected, not planned, it just was. I thanked her for denying me; I love this feeling of her control.

I jumped to my knees and took off the glove as directed, setting it aside. I folded my hands together and fucked my fists. Slow at first and then faster and faster until my whole bed was shaking under the motions of my hips and the shifting of my hands. I reached the edge, paused and as directed repeated that teasing action again until I reached the edge again. My mouth was dry and my blanket fell to the ground at the foot of the bed as I arched tightly to hold back my impending release.

On my back again, the glove back on my hand and buzzing merrily I reached the edge again. My whole body felt aflame with lust and with it I felt owned; I am owned. I took the glove off and folded my hands together and wrapped them around my shaft. Up and down my hands moved as one, my fingers interlaced and wrapped around my shaft. I pumped and stroked and reached the edge again, crying out how close I was to release.

And that was it. I was told to lock it up anew. I climbed to my feet and made my way into the bathroom where I cleaned the cage and wiped the oil off my shaft. I said goodbye and spent a few minutes locking my cock away again and snapping a new lock in place. I focused the camera, snapped a picture an sent it to my magnificent owner; she knows her cock is caged. She knows it and as we had said goodbye I told her again how it’s important for me that she knows.

It was a great call, I enjoy them all.

Thank You Mistress Cecilia.

Humbly and Happily Yours.