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It’s been three weeks since the last milking day, when my boyfriend Mark sabotaged my chance for release. Three weeks, and just one more to go before I could try to reverse the roles, and lock him up for a while. To date my dick has been locked in a steel cage for eight weeks, and I really miss stroking it.
Mark had been having some difficult weeks at work. Layoffs meant there were fewer people to do the same amount of work, but the work still had to be done. Mark’s had longer days, and he was so tired when he got home. Too tired to go to the gym, too tired to eat, too tired to even jerk off! I was worried about him.
One late afternoon, Mark pulled his car into the garage. I heard the door close, and waited for him to come in. I’d been preparing dinner, and was surprised he was home so early. Even though he had gone to work so early, it hadn’t made any difference as he still came home so late. Today was odd, that he was home early. And he was taking his time coming inside. Huh, how strange, I thought as I washed my hands. Better go check on him.
Continue reading Milking Day – Part 3
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It had been hours. I was naked, hogcuffed, ballgagged, with a huge electro plug humming away up my butt milking my prostate after five weeks of chastity. All I had to do was not orgasm until Mark said it was time.
Speaking of Mark, he’d been flipping through the various sports channels, watched a few games, a bit of news, and switched to a sitcom for a bit too before turning back to basketball. All the while, his big feet were all over me. In my face, resting on my shoulders, stroking my back. I was drooling heavily on my ballgag, and leaking constantly through my chastity cage, moaning as he pushed on that gigantic plug.
This was torture. Plain and simple, I thought to myself. Four hours, and I was still horny as hell, fighting back the urge to cum, and I was exhausted. I let out a whimper and a torrent of drool. Mark looked over, taking his feet from where they were resting on the small of my back. He leaned closer to me.
“Aww, whassa matter? Bored? Well I suppose you can’t see the TV…” His voice had such a patronizing tone, the teasing sexy bastard. I rolled my eyes, but mostly my fight was gone. Mark seemed to think for a moment, and then stood up, a twinkle in his eyes. “Got it! I know exactly what’ll cheer you up. Be right back.” He darted into the other room, and returned a moment later with some nipple clamps.
Continue reading Milking Day – Part 2
I had one goal. Just one. Over and over again I repeated that one rule, just the one; no matter what, I was not to cum within the next minute. And when that minue was over, then set the goal again for the next minute, and so on and so forth, until my boyfriend wished it.
I was on all fours, naked save for the blindfold tied over my eyes, the ropes keeping me in place, and the steel chastity cage that had been locked on my junk for the past three weeks. Now, this really wasn’t anything unusual, as my boyfriend Mark and I are bondage addicts, and while we’re both switches, I tend to be more submissive. Chastity, of course, brings out my submissive side, making it easier for both of us. Today was my milking day, and I was just so fucking ready for it.
My body was shivering with anticipation and horniness. Mark had said he had a surprise for me, and had left me here blindfolded, what seemed to be hours ago. Whatever surprise he had in store, no doubt it had something to do with my milking, or with bondage, or something fun for one of us. My mind would go crazy with all the wild ideas I could think of, each one making my dick strain in the cage, and my full aching balls churn. I’d shoot my three-week load if I didn’t mindfully tell myself not to.
Continue reading Milking Day – Part 1
This story originally appeared on the RubberZone site. It is re-posted here with permission.
Matt fell to his knees, confused, slow to remove the rubber hood that had tightly surrounded his head for the previous thirteen hours. Matt knew exactly what he was supposed to do – remove the hood, shave, shower, dress and get to the office – but this morning, his body seemed incapable to carrying out those simple tasks.
Since the arrival of his roommate barely five days earlier, Matt had yet to experience a regular night of good sleep. Instead, Matt had spent each night tightly bound in heavy rubber bondage, secured in a compartment under his former bed or suspended in a padded closet that once held his linens, listening to the endless repetition of commands through headphones placed over his rubberbound head. Each night Matt had hovered in a zone of semi-consciousness; never quite asleep but never fully awake.
And then there was last night. The commands that were planted deep in Matt’s subconsciousness had been identical to most of the commands he had heard all week, but unlike the prior commands, these seemed to have been spoken by the voices of Matt’s coworkers. Masculine, rubberclad studs who worked alongside Matt at the refinery – if being their payroll clerk could be deemed “working alongside” – seemed to command Matt through the endless recording to respond to words like “rim” and “suck” and “urinal” in ways that would force Matt to act as no sane man would voluntarily act.
Continue reading The Roommate – Part 7