he knew there was potential for big trouble when She informed him "we're going to play a game." Games were a little dicey in his current state; today marked day 53 of being locked away in chastity, and he was starting to HURT. Though sirens rang in his head, he nodded in compliance--his only choice, of course. "Remove your clothes, and go stand in the corner of the bathroom. I'll be in momentarily." he stripped quickly and did as he was told, mind racing. Was that Her bedroom door he just heard open? What could this be? All this could be was trouble. She did love trouble so. She entered the room, deliberately clinking the two small keys, hung from a silver chain, together. A little suggestive jingle to get his blood going (as if it wasn't already)! "Now turn and face Me." he was shocked to discover that She was now wearing a kimono-style robe--a beautiful swathe of jade green silk, embroidered with delicate cherry blossoms and a single butterfly. he had often seen this robe hanging on it's hook, but never worn. he couldn't breathe, he couldn't think; the vision before him rendered him so blurry that he didn't even notice She was dangling the keys to his chastity device right in his face. "Pick your jaw up and let's discuss the playing field. Obviously, by discuss I mean 'you listen,' and then act accordingly." he nodded, eyes lowered, as She continued. "How long have we had that cock locked faaaaaaaar away?" She swung the keys in a circle, like a lifeguard would his whistle, as he responded. "Today marks 53 days in chastity, Miss." She smiled, and cooed "53 days, that must be so rough! Maybe you need a break!!" If he didn't know better, such a suggestion could be construed as reason to celebrate; but he did know better, and this was not going to be pretty! Time seemed to stand still as She bent over and introduced a key to it's lock. "Click," She smiled, pulling the pin and deconstructing the cage around him, "all free." She placed the chain around Her neck; he barely caught a glimpse of the keys resting in Her perfect cleavage as She barked "now turn around, sit on the floor, and remain silent." She turned the shower on and spoke deliberately: "I've been thinking about a long, hot shower all day. Positively daydreaming about trying My new body wash. It's so delicious!" The manner in which She accentuated Her vowels made it crystal clear to him that he was most certainly fucked. "Listen carefully, little boy. I've denied your orgasms for 53 days and, very soon, I'll be naked, just inches from you. I'm going to step under the water, and I will not tell you that you may or may not have an orgasm. If you are unable to control your urges, punishment will be most severe and you'll be re-locked a minimum of double your 53 days. I'm sure you'll behave, though." he visualized Her evil grin and a wink and, in the next second, found himself confronted with a pair of lacy black panties, which he would have never otherwise known She'd been wearing beneath that beautiful jade robe. "Hang on to these, will you?" This was so unfair, he thought, but he would be strong! 53 days of chastity was tedious, and She'd guaranteed double incarceration for failure to control the urge. 'Punishment most severe" rattled around his head; he'd experienced Her paramount severity once before, and found sitting comfortably impossible for three days following. he had to be strong, this wouldn't be that hard. Couldn't be. Her shower's steam carried the aroma of Her body wash throughout the room; he was enveloped, and She was right, it was delicious. So delicious. Suddenly, he was too aware of the scents around him, the perfumed steam dancing in the air, Her panties... 'Ohhh god, not the panties,' he thought, 'must not think about these panties. These delicate, worn panties that smell of my perfect Goddess, my perfectnaked Goddess, who is just inches away." His brain screamed 'keep it together,' but the blood that was fattening his cock recommended something very different. "Everything OK out there?" She asked. "Oh, no need to worry about me at all, Miss," he replied. Her inquiry was the distraction he needed, a disruption of his spiraling thoughts. He inhaled and exhaled deeply, reassuring himself 'I can handle this.' For minutes, it seemed as though he had conquered his urge. She hadn't said if his abstinence would be rewarded; he occupied his mind with consideration of what such reward might be. And then. he wasn't sure if it was a moan, or a sigh--it was certainly somewhere in between. It was breathy, and followed by another. The next sounded like an 'mmmm,' as if his Mistress was savoring something supremely delicious. His cock sprung up as a beacon, warning him that She was surely out to kill him. 'Oh no, no, nooo, this is not happening!' his mind cried, his erection pulsed, and his Mistress moaned and sighed louder, with a telling intensity. A few drops of hot water escaped over the shower curtain and rained upon him; he imagined they were little tongues licking at his skin. he gripped Her perfect panties tightly, and found it impossible to deny his hand of it's inclination to touch his cock. Rubbing Her lacy perfection up and down himself, he was consumed with pleasure. It had been so long! 53 days! What's another 106?! Head spinning, cock throbbing, so lost... he didn't even notice the water had been turned off. She drew the shower curtain back just in time to see his cock explode into Her panties with ferocity. Sticky spurts clung to the lace detail, and dripped from his tightly closed fingers. She watched him pant like a dog for a minute, with his eyes closed, before announcing 'you have no idea exactly how fucked you are now, boy.'
