Plastic Covered Cock: Chastity Torture

By Mistress Rikka

Erotic Fantasy Only: All characters, places and events are fictional.

Something seems out of the ordinary today when she meets her playmate at the entrance gate: he seems restless, anxious and on edge as if he might explode at any given second as opposed to his normally cool and collective self. As they walk up the stairs together, she knows he is staring up her skirt at her ass, but when she looks back to give him a knowing smile, she sees that anxious look in his eyes again and she swears for a brief second that he might cum from just looking at her. He is acting like a man who has not cum in weeks and she suddenly realizes that this will be a highly intense and powerful experience given that he has already lost control to her before the games have even begun.

When they enter the dungeon together, she turns to look him up and down trying to assess just how vulnerable he is. The power she clearly has over him excites her, making her want to feel and experience more of the delicious helplessness and longing she has unleashed within him. Pressing her body against his, she forces him to hold her gaze, the gaze of wicked green eyes ready to dominate and own every man who dares to look at her. Her hands slowly explore his body, eyes never leaving his, and as she makes her way across his chest and down his belly, her hand finally rests on his rock hard cock. Wait. Not rock hard. Something is different today. He has a plastic covered cock: a cock in chastity just for her. Let the games begin.

Laughing as his embarrassed eyes shift from her gaze down to the floor, she now fully understands his restless and anxious manner: he is in chastity for his Mistress’ amusement but he did not expect chastity to be such an unbearable torture. He is receiving far more than he bargained for today. A plastic covered cock has no other choice than to fully submit to its Mistress and the pleasures of constant tease and denial are turned into a crazy, delirious mixture of pain and pleasure as blood rapidly flows into the cock yet the cock is trapped and cannot become fully erect.

“When was the last time you came?” she seductively asks while teasing his tight balls with one hand and tapping a fingernail on the plastic cock case with the other hand. Watching pre-cum drip out the end of the cage onto his thigh, she patiently waits for his answer.

“Uh, Friday. Friday night,” her nervously stutters out, eyes darting around the dungeon in a frantic attempt to avoid her stare.

“And how long have you been in chastity for me?” she slowly asks, having fun taking her precious time because she knows he is desperate to be un-caged and the longer she takes, the more insane he will become. She has always enjoyed making her submissives insane.

“Since last night Mistress. I really don’t think I can handle more than one night. I can barely handle it right now.”

He goes on and on with his tale of misery yet his unsympathetic Mistress only ignores him and then begins to mock his suffering.

“Oh, the pain! It is so painful waking up with a hard cock trapped in that plastic cage,” she says with a fake pout on her face. “Unable to become fully erect. The horrible pressing against the cage is a torture like nothing else. Unable to cum, unable to touch yourself much less relieve your self. And how many times did you awake in the middle of the night to pain only to find yourself in a helpless and frustrating predicament?”

“5 times Mistress,” he almost screams. “Will you please remove it? I need to cum. I really need to cum,” he pleads.

“So desperate, silly, silly boy. Don’t you know that desperate pleading only turns me on? I never give into pleading because pleading gets me wet. It affirms the power and control I have over you, and that is what I ultimately desire, so please feel free to beg away. Beg and beg and I promise you, I will deny you with each pathetic attempt you make for me to please you. You are here to entertain and please me. So far you have not failed me, but make sure you understand that I don’t take orders and I am not here to please you.”

She walks around the dungeon slowly, making certain to bend over frequently so that her frustrated submissive gets a good look at her ass, and then finally she selects the perfect gag for this pleading little bitch: a cock gag. Swing around to face him, she moves her panties to one side, rubs the cock gag all over her wet pussy, moves toward him and shoves it in his mouth. This is only the beginning of a very slow, drawn out erotic tease. In her mind, the slower, the better. Slower means sweet insanity and sweet insanity mean power.

“So the question remains,” she begins with a knowing smile on her face, “should I release you from your plastic confinement and allow you to cum, as you so desire, or should I force you to cum in that cage? A slow milking will do the job. Or perhaps I should just tease you until that cock grows too large for its cage and you begin to scream. Or maybe I should do both and more.” With this last comment, she begins to unbutton her blouse to expose her breasts.

“Whatever I decide, you are trapped now. I could keep you here all day doing whatever I please. I slipped the key out of your pant pocket and I have hidden it, so you will be staying as long as I desire, unless of course, you want to leave without the key and remain in your prison. That’s fine with me too.”

A shocked looked grew on his face but he could say nothing because of the pussy soaked cock gag in his mouth. She uses his stunned state as an opportunity to restrain him to the grid on the wall and wonders to herself if he actually thought she would go easy on him and give into his pathetic pleads.

“So many choices, so many directions I could go in. What to do, what to do,” she taunts while rubbing her breasts against his bare chest and watching his surprised and frightened facial expression with amusement. Her face is sweet and beautiful but her smile is merciless.

And so she begins her cruel games with an ultimate longing: an kiss intimate he can never have. Chained to the wall, cock gag in mouth, she proceed to passionately kiss his leather covered and sealed lips. He can watch as she kisses him again and again, using her tongue and red lips, but he will never feel or experience the wetness of her mouth and the heat of her breath. His plastic covered cock begins to rise, touching the outside forbidding bars that will ultimately cause him pain.

Fully restrained in black leather wrist and ankle cuffs, he is hers for the taking and she begin to calculate her seductive tease. The kissing had him on edge, but she aims to keep him on that edge for a very long time. The more he is “right there”, the more power she has over him. So one by one, she slowly tears him down.

Bending over, she presses her ass against his cage and although his cock is encased in plastic, she can feel warm flesh emerging between the restrictive bars. Standing upright, she presses her back against his chest and continues to rotate her hip so that her ass grinds against his plastic covered cock. She leans her head against his shoulder and whispers in his ear, “ See my ass, feel the warmth of my ass: you will never fully experience the sensation of my ass pressing against your cock.”

He begins to thrust forward in an attempt to feel any part of her, but she only laughs and pushes herself off of him. He begins to understand that his desires will never be fully realized.

She knows how tender, full and tight his balls are and understands that teasing them will ultimately make his situation that much more unbearable. Vibrator in hand, she once again kisses his leather bound lips and uses one hand to tease his overly sensitive balls with a vibrator and the other to pinch and squeeze his nipples. He closes his eyes and relaxes into the pleasure of his tightly squeezed balls vibrating when he is brought back to reality again by the familiar pain of his cock pressing against that plastic prison. He begins to groan and tries to plead through the cock gag. His Mistress is in heaven. She has him: she has all of him.

A few licks and bites on his nipples, nails running up and down his erotically heightened flesh and at last there is no doubt that he has completely surrendered to her. He is somewhere between pleasure and pain, yet he no longer even bothers to beg or protest. He just relaxes into her will and begins to fully enjoy the slow tease until a quick and hard slap across his face brings his attention back to his predicament. He is fucked: she will not let him forget that he is helpless and she has the key to end his misery.

His eyes are now alert and open, he watches as she slowly drops to her knees to inspect his plastic covered cock and tightly restricted balls that have been neatly shaved for this special occasion.

Maintaining constant eye contact, because eye contact is power, she licks her lips, opens her mouth and releases a hot, moist breath with a seductive moan onto his plastic covered cock. “See it, feel a little of it: you will never fully experience the sensation of my hot breath against your cock,” she whispers looking up at him with a slight grin.

As if that wasn’t enough tease and torment to endure, she sticks out her pink, wet tongue and in a carefree manner licks his plastic cage from top to bottom, head to shaft, smiles and says, “You can see it, but never fully experience the sensation of my wet tongue sliding up your cock.” He is in tease hell.

Now her hands move up and down his plastic covered cock, nails occasionally teasing his ready to explode balls. She gives him a “fake” hand job: fake because he can see her hands moving up and down, yet she never touches his flesh with the exception of the exposed pieces of meat jammed tightly against his cage. And yet, all of these torments pale in comparison to what she does next. His plastic covered cock is about to experience a torture like no other: the pussy tease.

Standing next to him, she whispers in his ear “my pussy is so wet.” She grinds her soaking panties against his plastic covered cock and although he can feel the heat, he never experiences her wetness. Her full yet firm breast rub against his chest as she grinds away, nipples erect and pointing upward, she does hip swirls and rubs her pussy against his plastic covered cock.

“I am going to press that plastic covered cock against my pussy until I cum,” she moans. “I am going to use your plastic covered cock to make me cum again and again. You can watch. Maybe you will feel my wet juices spill over your cock cage, but you will never fully experience my sweet, wet, tight pussy,” she says while sliding her panties over her thigh high boots and down to her ankles.

He looks down to see her pussy lips spread and her clit touch his plastic covered head. He groans in defeat before being slapped again back into reality. She wants him to watch. She wants him to be fully aware of his helplessness. She wants him to experience her tease: the tease of the plastic covered cock by her sweet pussy.

Rubbing her clit back and forth and around in slow motions, she locks her eyes with his, deviously smiles and begins to lick her lips as if she is ready to devour him. Her cheeks become flushed, her nails press into his shoulder and back and she begins to thrust again and again before cumming all over his plastic covered cock. An orgasm he will never feel or fully experience. He is being teased far beyond his limits and does not know how much more he can handle.

He is in agony watching, waiting, longing, but never fully experiencing the delectable sensation his Mistress tortures him with. His cock throbs in its caged captivity, the plastic bars pressing into him and making him aware of his helpless and frustrating situation. Why did he chastise himself? If only he was free.

He can feel her wetness and smell her sex. Closing his eyes, he allows himself a moment of fantasy where he is unleashed and able to experience every part of her erotic tease. Suddenly, his is aware of a new sensation: something penetrating him. Startled, he looks down to see his grinning Mistress looking back at him. She is milking him and it feels as if he might explode with each in and out motion of her delicate fingers. He can feel all of his tease and desire building up and as his knees begin to buckle from under him, he experiences an orgasm like no other: an orgasm without cock stimulation. Fluid pours out of his cage yet he is still hard or at least his cock is trying to get hard behind its plastic cage.

He hasn’t had enough and begs for more, but she is a cruel Mistress and is enjoying the power she has over him far too much than to allow an easy way out. She has been keeping him on edge the entire time, and now he will experience a whole new meaning to the phrase “on edge”.

Unlocking his cage to release its prisoner, his cock is immediately hard and dripping wet, sensitive and ready to cum with the slightest touch. She gently teases with her nails, up and down the shaft and around the head and then she whispers, “You haven’t gotten off that easy. This is my cock and I will be punishing my cock just because I can and for no other reason.” Will this torture ever end?

The final game begins: On his back, legs spread eagle, small cock in ass and at last the strokes and slaps begin.

One stroke.

“Oh, just one more Mistress. I am just one away. Please.”

She knows this game all too well and will only deliver one stroke followed by a slap on the cock. She wants to hear him beg, see him squirm and watch him go out of his mind. So she strokes and then slaps but with each slap, more blood rushes into his cock making it so much more sensitive than it was before. Of course she knows this otherwise she would not bother slapping at all. It is all part of the game: her game of erotic tease and torment.

“20 is the magic number,” she says.

“20. What do you mean Mistress?”

“One,” followed by a slap.

“Please! I can’t take it. I need to cum.”

“Two,” slap.

“I am so close. Please Mistress.”

“Three,” slap.

“I am right there. I am right there. I am begging you.”

“Four,” slap.

“I am going to cum. Just one more.”

“Five,” slap.

“I am cumming. Oh please do not stop!”

“Six,” slap.

“Mistress!”

“Seven.”

I don’t think I need to tell you what happened next, but I will say that our tortured and teased slut ate every last drop for his Mistress.

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