Hermione had Draco over her lap and was spanking him red. He was clutching the blanket on the couch and moaning loudly. In the eight weeks since Draco had been locked in a cock cage, they had developed a routine. The first week was exam week. She hadn’t touched him, but he was glued to her side on his knees. He was only allowed to leave to cook and go to the bathroom. He wasn’t even allowed to bathe on his own. After exams were over, Hermione began taking him over her knee first thing in the morning. She would spank him, finger him and rub lotion on his cheeks. After lunch she would bring him to a sloppy moaning mess with his favorite dildo and after dinner, she would have her hands all over him. She would slide her hands on his abs and pinch his nipples. She would lie him on his back and rub at the sensitive spot between his hole and balls. She would let him relax against her as she slightly scratched up his sides until he was shuddering in pleasure.
The first few weeks he would wake up several times during the night with as much of an erection as he could muster. This lessened over time, but Hermione got a front row seat to his frustration, day and night.
And this routine had lasted for the last eight weeks. Sometimes he would end up in tears from the frustration and sometimes the tears would be from his milkings or ruined orgasms. All of this was in between the orgasms he gave her. He would use his mouth or fingers or toys, but her favorite was when she put a strap on around his hips and made him fuck her without him receiving any pleasure. At the end of those sessions, he would be teary-eyed and red faced, but she would be satisfied and that’s all that mattered. Hermione felt that after eight weeks he was starting to understand that his orgasms were hers to give, not his.
Coming back to the present, she began to finger him slowly. He liked it fast. She loved it slow. It drove him mad. Draco began to squirm and she pulled her fingers out to slap his cheeks quickly. He stopped fidgeting and she dove three fingers back in roughly, earning her a hiss from her slave. She remembered how that sound used to make her hesitate and now she searched for it. She began to quickly finger him until his toes began to curl and she knew the heat was building in him. She pulled her fingers free with a pop and he whined.
She patted his hip. “Up.” He whined a bit more. “Draco, I won’t tell you again.”
He sat up from her lap with a flushed face. He clearly didn’t want to be done, but his Mistress was already heading to the bathroom to wash her hands. Draco knew he screwed up. He had been learning that particular lesson for eight weeks. He understood his place now.
As she came back from the bathroom, Draco mustered up his courage. “Mistress?”
“Yes,” she said as she began to change.
He bit his lip nervously. “I understand why I’m being punished. Is there any way that I can prove to you that I’ve learned my lesson?”
Hermione thought for a moment. He did seem apologetic and he was taking orders quite well considering how frustrated he was, but what could he do to prove he learned his lesson? Then an idea popped into her head. “I believe you think you have learned your lesson, but I do want proof that is the truth.” She explained and he sat up straighter. “I’m going to take off the cage and we will continue out routine until the weekend. If you can maintain not cumming until then without the cage, I will consider your punishment over and let you orgasm. That means you’ll have four days of unrestricted fondling and edging without an orgasm. Either that or you can take another eight weeks in the cage. Your choice.”
Draco swallowed hard. He didn’t know if he could do that, but another eight weeks seemed like torture. “I won’t cum. I promise.”
Hermione nodded and pulled a key out from around her neck. She unlocked the cage and gently pulled his cock free. “Go take a good soak in the tub and make sure you clean yourself well. I’ll be in my office when you’re done.”
Draco smiled brightly. She was trusting him again. He went to the bathroom and drew himself a hot bath. As he sunk into the water, he finally began to relax for the first time in weeks. The cage wasn’t so bad the first week, except the night time erections, but after that his mood became worse every passing day. He thought it was bad during exams. That was nothing compared to now. As the water began to cool, he started to wash himself. And then he got hard. Not just a little bit hard, raging hard. He knew he could not mess this up so he washed quickly and pulled the stopper on the tub. He dried off quickly and booked it to his Mistress’ office where she could keep an eye on him. As he sank down onto his knees, his Mistress tangled her fingers in his wet locks and smiled at him. She knew he was already having trouble, but she didn’t say a word.
At lunch, he made soup and sandwiches. He barely ate anything at all given the anticipation of their after-lunch activities. He really wasn’t sure he could hold on to be honest and that scared him. Would she be mad again or just more disappointed? He cleaned up the lunch mess and went to his room where his favorite dildo and restraints were. His eyes widened. Not only was she going to play with him, but he would be lying on his stomach, on his erection. She really was trying to torture him.
She gave Draco a look he didn’t dare disobey and he laid on his stomach. She strapped him in and slid the toy in his hole. He tensed at the surreal pleasure coursing through him without the cage on. A deep moan slipped out of his lips. She began fucking the toy into him mercilessly and he began to pant rather quickly. Clearly his endurance was lacking without his trusty cage to keep him from cumming. Draco gritted his teeth and refused to move his hips lest he begin to stimulate himself more than he already was by the toy.
Hermione pulled the toy out and rummaged around in the drawer. She found one roughly the same length, but this one was girthier and ribbed. She smirked. Her plan was to torture the hell out of him for the next four days to see how well he did. It seemed the longer she owned a slave, the more pleasure she took from these games. Mistress slicked up the toy and slowly pushed it into his entrance. Draco tensed. She had not strayed away from that one dildo this entire time and now, today of all days, she was introducing something different.
Of course, he loved it like the wonton slave he was. He was nothing, but an anal slut and he loved every minute of it. He relished in the feel of things in his sloppy hole, no matter what it was. Draco loved the pain of his hole stretching and the satisfaction of filling himself with things that he didn’t think could fit, but his Mistress was very reserved. However, she began coming out of her shell a bit when his punishment started and now, she was really stepping outside of the box.
Draco keened and rolled his hips back to meet the toy. That was the wrong move as stars exploded behind his eyes. Thankfully, he didn’t cum, but it was a close call. Mistress moved the toy in and out at a quick pace trying to build the orgasm he refused to have. A knock at the front door stopped her movements. She pushed the toy back in and went to answer the door.
Draco could hear her having a hushed conversation with her guest, but his thoughts quickly slipped off that and onto the monster cock in his hole. He clenched around the toy just to feel the spark of pleasure. After a few minutes his Mistress came back into the room and roughly yanked the toy out. He gave a sharp intake of pleasure from the action. He sat up after she untied him, erection still intact.
“That’s all for this session. I’ll see you here after dinner.”
Dinner came and went and he walked into the room expecting the same almost massage like usual. Instead, he walked into his room with her sitting on his bed with a strap on. He bit his lip in lust.
“I want you to fuck yourself.”
That’s all Mistress had to say. He climbed onto the bed and saw she was already lubed up. He faced away from he and sank down quickly. Pleasure flooded his senses. He began to pull himself up and slam back down. This went on for what felt like hours, but he couldn’t hold onto his orgasm any longer. His Mistress sensed this and pulled him from the strap on. He whined.
“You know you wouldn’t have lasted. Let’s not waste eight weeks, yes?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Draco mumbled. He knew she was right, but he wanted to keep going.
This went on for three more days, each day Draco’s resolve getting less, but the day finally came. It was Saturday, the weekend. He woke up with a bounce in his step. Today was the day he got to have an orgasm.
He made breakfast for them, which he again didn’t eat, and stared at her in anticipation.
She made eye contact with him and smiled. “Alright, alright. You did amazing Draco. I believe you learned your lesson and have earned yourself an orgasm.” Draco smiled like a fool. “I’m going to let you decide what you want to do for this session. I have some calls to make, but in the next hour I want you to set up whatever scene you want.”
“Really?” he asked happily.
“Really. Just know that I expect you to last until the end of the session so make sure to set out a cock ring.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he said and began rummaging through his toy closet. Hermione smiled and went downstairs to make her calls.
An hour later she walked back upstairs. Draco already had his cock ring on and was waiting with restraints, a strap on and a sound in his hand. Hermione arched an eyebrow.
“What exactly do you want?”
“I want you to tie me up spread eagle and use the sound on me until I’m begging for release then sit on my face so I can eat you out properly, then retie me so my hands are at the headboard and you are fucking me on my stomach with one knee up to my chest then I want you to tie my hands behind my back as I fuck you until I orgasm.”
“You really thought about this?”
“It’s all I’ve thought about for eight weeks, Mistress. I want to bring you to screaming, squirting orgasms before I cum.”
“How many?”
Draco looked her straight in her eyes. “Four,” he said with complete confidence.
Hermione smirked. “Let’s get started then”
Draco laid on the bed as she tied him up. She gave a good yank to make sure the restraints held and satisfied with her work, she took off her clothes. Draco eyes her pussy with a smile on his face. His Mistress was already wet for him. Mistress climbed on the bed and threw her leg over his head to sit on his face. He greedily attacked her cunt with his tongue, licking and laping at her flowing juices. Hermione began to grind into his face. Her first orgasm was not far off, she thought as she began twisting her nipples. Her wave of pleasure struck her suddenly as she began to cry out. She grinded down on his face until she settled in her afterglow.
She moved off of him and saw her juices absolutely coating his face. He licked as much as he could off of his lips as Hermione grabbed a hand towel to wipe him off. She smiled at him and grabbed the lube and sound off the table. She slicked it up and grabbed the head of his cock. She slowly slipped the cold metal into the tip of his cock and his toes curled. He let out a high-pitched whine and sucked in a deep breath. She slowly inched it down as she rubbed slow circles on the underside of his cock with her thumb. Once she had the sound completely sheathed, she pulled it back up and pushed it back down. Tear began to stream from Draco’s eyes in sheer pleasure. Once he started yanking violently at his restraints, she pulled the sound out of his cock and laid it down on the table. His eyes trailed it silently in want, but knew if he was to make it through, then stopping was for the best.
Hermione removed his restraints to tie him into another position, but Draco had other plans. He flipped his Mistress down onto the bed and dove his fingers into her wet and waiting cunt.
“W-what are you doing, Draco?”
“How am I supposed to make you cum four times if I can’t touch you,” he said in a breathy whisper as he picked up his rapid pace of finger fucking her. She moaned, no more coherent thoughts coming from her. She spread her legs more and began to meet his fingers. Another heat was building and he crooked his fingers to hit her G-spot. This time when she let go, her juices squirted out of her and she screamed like she had never screamed before.
Draco smirked when he saw her state of bliss. He was amazing at this. He could always care for his Master or Mistress, no matter how kind or not they were. This is what he excelled at. It was clear he was always meant to be a sex slave.
Hermione opened her eyes and stared her slave down. “Draco, that was not appropriate.”
“I know,” he said smirking.
“You cheeky little bastard.” Mistress grabbed his hips and shoved him down onto his stomach. Draco laughed. She pulled his hands up and tied them to the headboards, slightly angling his hips and pushing one knee to his chest. “You like this position?”
Draco bit his lip in pleasure of his erection sliding across the blanket. “Yes.”
“Good,” she said as she put on her strap on. Hermione climbed back onto the bed and lubed up. She unceremoniously shoved the fake cock into his waiting hole and he arched up to meet her with a delicious moan. She began to quickly fuck his hole while she had a rough grip on his hair, making him hold his head back into an uncomfortable position. He didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seemed to love it, the wonton fool.
After what seemed like forever, Hermione pulled the fake cock from his hole, earning her another one of his famous whines of displeasure. She untied him and grabbed soft cuffs. As he rolled over, breathing hard, she put them on his wrists with a smirk. This was his true test. He wanted to make her cum another two times before he came. This was going to be fun.
They switched positions and before he did anything, Draco leaned down and slowly kissed her. She had never been kissed this way before. He did with passion as he explored her mouth slowly. Draco tried to convey everything he felt through this kiss, but knew it had to end. He always seemed to boarder on inappropriate with this woman.
He didn’t ask to be tied up at first. He wanted to fuck her properly, so he slowly pushed his cock into her clenching pussy. She moaned. He smirked. He pulled out slowly and if she was expecting another slow thrust, she was mistaken because he slammed in hard. He eyes flew open and she cried out in pleasure. He began his rough fucking, just like she did to him. It was only a few minutes before she screamed and her pussy clenched around his cock, making him almost cum, but he held back. He slowed down his thrusting to work her through it.
When she came back to herself, he asked his question. “Can you hook my cuffs now? I want to fuck you into one more orgasm and then cum in this position?”
“Whatever you want, my love.” She said and hooked his cuffs. He stilled his small thrusting when he heard the words ‘my love’. Did she mean that or was it just a slip of the tongue? Draco shook his head. This was not the time for such thoughts.
Draco, now with hands cuffed behind his back, began to lovingly fuck in and out of his Mistress’ cunt slowly. She began moaning right in his ear as she held his hips. Because he didn’t have use of his hands, all of his weight was on his Mistress. She didn’t seem to mind if her moans were anything to go by. She started to clench around his for the fourth time and he grinned. Now it was his turn.
As she was in the middle of her orgasm, he began to thrust his hips as fast as they could go in this position. She gave little screams of pleasure and his mind descended into madness, chasing the orgasm he’s wanted for more than eight weeks. His pillow fuck wasn’t enough. He pumped as hard as he could and as pleasure built, his vision began to go hazy from it. He roared as he came and kept fucking until he physically couldn’t anymore. He lay panting on top of his Mistress with hazy vision and tingly limbs. He couldn’t move after such an orgasm.
People told him how cock cages were torture, but what they didn’t say was they were torture in the best ways. After all of his feelings about it and he liked it. He really was such a slut. A slut who loved every minute of torture, humiliation and bliss.
Hermione wiggled out from under him, but he still couldn’t move. She removed his cuffs and disappeared into the bathroom as he laid boneless on the bed. When she came back, he felt a cool cloth rubbing at his hole and then she gently rolled him over so she could wipe him down. As he lay still breathing heavy, he realized that he never wanted to leave this woman.
She was his Mistress.