Offering Your Submission - Part 2

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 "So, how was the drive home?" Sarah asks over the FaceTime call she initiated just a few moments ago.

Her lips curl into a smile. Her eyes light up. You take note of the silver chain around her neck. The one that holds the key to the chastity device that now encases your cock. You can't quite see the key, though you suspect it rests between her breasts.

"It was good. I thought about you the whole time," you answer. "I did a lot of leaking into my underwear, too."

She smiles. She likes that. "That always seems to happen when a man gets locked in chastity. His cock gets so leaky. Yours is going to get leakier, you know. The longer you stay locked up, the more precum you'll produce. It will get to a point where I can send you a simple text or a picture and you'll start leaking."

She seems excited by the idea. Thrilled, even. Her arm moves. She's got the phone close enough to her face that you can't really tell what she's doing with her hand, but then a look of pleasure comes over her. Now you're certain that she's masturbating.

"I'm so wet," she says softly before biting her lip. She's the sexiest girl you've ever seen. There's no question about it. She's utterly flawless and now your dick is throbbing in the cage once more.

"I want you to play with your cock and balls," she instructs. "It won't feel anywhere near as good as when you're stiff, but I still want you to play."

You do as you're told. You play with your caged cock. You play with your balls. It feels good. It does. She's right, though. It's nowhere near as good as when you're free to masturbate on your own. You know that's the point. She wants you to experience that lack of pleasure. She wants you to understand that she's taken that from you, that she's now in control of it.

"Taste your precum for me," Sarah says.

You gather as much as you can on the tip of your finger and hold it up. You stare at your glistening skin. You're suddenly a little nervous.

"Don't worry," she says. "Precum is sweet."

You take your finger in your mouth. She's right. Precum is sweet. You suck your finger clean and watch as her face contorts in pleasure. You wonder if you made her happy simply by doing exactly as you were told.

"It's cum that tastes bad," Sarah says with a smile. "I'm almost certain you won't enjoy it when I make you eat your cum."

She closes her eyes and moans. You feel a rush of pleasure and you wonder if she's feeling the same thing. It's strange to get turned on at the idea of being made to eat your cum, but that's precisely what's happened. It's not the cum eating, though. It's that Sarah is so confident that she'll command you to do so and that you'll do it. She's going to make you. You wonder what other acts of submission she'll make you surrender to. Your loins tingle and your cock tries to grow in the cage. You look down and see the flesh poking through the openings in the metal. You feel the ache.

"What are you thinking?" she asks.

You look back at your phone. You see that her arm is still moving. You're fairly certain you can hear the wetness of her masturbation and it thrills you. You don't say anything, though, as you're a little embarrassed to admit where your mind just went.

"You don't have the option of staying silent," Sarah says. "When I ask you a question, you answer it, even if the answer is embarrassing. Do you understand?"

You nod. There's something so sexy about the commanding nature of her voice in that moment. "I was thinking that it turned me on to hear you say that you were going to make me eat my cum. Then I was wondering about the other things you're going to make me do. Then I got turned on."

She pulls her phone back a little to reveal that she's wearing lingerie. You can only see it from her belly button up, but it looks like a bodysuit. It's made from black lace and features a plunging neckline. Her breasts - which were hidden behind a sweater - look full and soft and milky white and you feel as though you could spend hours just staring at them.

"And what are you thinking now?"

"That your breasts are perfect. That your lingerie is perfect. That you might just be perfect."

She laughs softly and her fingers appear in front of her face. They glisten with her juices. She takes them in her mouth, moans softly, and sucks them clean before they return between her legs.

"Taste your precum," she says. "Gather it with two fingers and push them deep into your mouth."

You gather your precum as she masturbates. There's quite a lot of it on your cage so you get as much as you can and then slip two fingers into your mouth. You close your lips around them and suck.

"In and out," she says. "Push them in and out for me."

You push your fingers in and out of your mouth. It's not lost on you that she's ordered you to fuck your mouth and that you're doing it without hesitation. It's also not lost on you that your dick aches in the cage because it's a turn on to fuck your mouth at her command.

"For what it's worth, I'm going to make you do all sorts of things over the course of our relationship," she says. "Things you probably can't even imagine doing. Things that you won't want to do. You'll do them, though. You'll do them for me because you're desperate to be a good submissive. You'll do them because you'll know that your domme always rewards her submissive when he's good for her."

You push your fingers deeper. You want to be good for her right now. You want to fully commit to doing as she desires and so you push your fingers deep into your mouth until you gag.

"Mmm, see, you're already doing something you probably never imagined. You're sucking on those fingers so good. You're taking them so deep. You're gagging on them. You're giving me control over your mouth and your cock."

Her phrasing is thrilling. You gave her control over your mouth. You wonder what else she would do with that control. A thought comes to mind and it makes your stomach churn for a moment. You wonder if she'd do that, if she'd make you use your mouth in a way you definitely wouldn't want to use it.

"What are you thinking?" she asks.

You feel deeply uncomfortable at the idea of sharing your thoughts. You don't even want to suggest the notion for fear that she might not have thought of it, that you might plant a suggestion that she would carry out.

"Remember that I control your cock," she says softly. "That I can punish you if I desire. That you could spend weeks - or even months - in that cage if you don't please me."

You want to please her. You love that she phrased it that way. It turns you on to hear her say it like that.

"I was thinking about you having control over my mouth. I thought about how the notion turned me on...but then I thought about what that might mean, about what you might make me do with my mouth."

She smiles and moans softly. "Such as?"

The thought runs through your head again. You imagine Sarah ordering you to use your mouth on a man. To suck cock for her. You can't imagine she'd want you to do that, but the thought is in your head. It scares you. You're not bisexual. You don't want to suck cock.

"Such as making me...making me use my mouth...on a man."

She offers no reaction for a few seconds. Then her lips slowly curl into a smile. "Are you still playing with your cock?"

You shake your head and go right back to doing so. You play with your cock and balls.

"Show me," she says.

You point your phone towards your crotch. You show Sarah that you're playing with your caged cock. You show her the precum glistening on the metal. You show her your balls and your small, caged dick.

"If I decide that I want you to suck cock for me, you will," she says.

Your cock surges in the cage. Not at the idea of blowing a guy for her, but at the complete confidence with which she delivered the sentence. She's absolutely certain that you'll submit, that she's good enough to make you submit, that you'll surrender yourself to her in that way.

"That won't happen anytime soon, though," she adds. "So you don't need to worry. I'm not a monster. I'm not one of those women that wants to ruin a submissive man. I want to have fun. I want to explore my desires and yours. I want to push you to expand your boundaries while ensuring that you're comfortable with that expansion. And, if I want it and if I feel as though you're ready to be a cocksucker for me, I'll arrange for it to happen."

Arousal courses through you. There's a touch of angst alongside it, though. Some part of you already knows that if Sarah wants you to suck cock for her then you'll likely end up sucking cock for her, and on some level that's utterly terrifying.

"For now, though, I want you to think about using your mouth on me," she says, pulling your mind from fretting about bisexual play. "My body deserves to be worshiped, after all, and any submissive of mine must become adept at pleasuring me."

All thoughts of sucking cock have fled your mind. In their place are thoughts of worshiping the beautiful redhead on your phone screen. Of kissing her all over. Over kissing and licking and sucking on her breasts. Of kissing and licking and worshiping her pussy.

"Of course, you'll have to earn the right to worship me. It's a pleasure to make me cum, after all, and a submissive isn't just granted pleasure. A submissive earns the right to experience the pleasure of giving his domme an orgasm."

"Of course," you reply. "I'll earn that right. I will."

She smiles. "Yes, you will. I hope you're good at giving massages. If not, you'll need to get good at it and you'll need to do so quickly. I hope you're not squeamish about feet, either, because before you're allowed to worship any other part of my body you're going to spend some time worshiping my pretty feet."

You want to worship every square inch of her. You want to kiss and lick her all over. You want to rub her. You want to give her a massage every day of the week. You want to bring nothing but joy and relaxation to her life.

"I want to worship you," you say. "Your feet. Your body. Your breasts. Your pussy. All of you."

She smiles and moans. She closes her eyes and rolls her head back. It seems that your words have turned her on. It seems that she likes the idea of a submissive that's eager to worship her body.

"Even if you're not allowed to cum?" she asks.

Your cock surges in the cage. You want to be set free, to cum. Some part of you likes the notion of being denied, though, otherwise you wouldn't be trying to get hard in the moment.

"Yes, even if I'm not allowed to cum."

"Because you understand that your orgasms are a privilege, not a right. That a sub's orgasms don't really serve his domme in any way, that they're simply a kindness she offers him when he's been good for her."

You squeeze your balls and rub your cock vigorously through the bars of your cage. It feels so good, and yet you know there's no chance you'll cum by playing that way.

"Yes, I understand," you say. "You control my orgasms and when you give me one it's a gift that I'll appreciate, that I'll be deeply grateful for."

She says nothing. Her eyes are closed. She's moaning. You're certain she's about to cum. You can hear the wetness of her pussy. She's masturbating vigorously now. She manages to keep the camera focused on her, though, and you get to enjoy the view of her incredible milky white breasts and her beautiful face as she cums.

"Oh...fuck!" she says.

Her face contorts in pleasure. Her body coils inwards and then slowly springs outwards as she climaxes. A smile creeps across her face and her arm falls to the bed, offering you a different, lower side angle. You can only see one breast from this point of view but it looks utterly perfect encased in delicate black lingerie and you desperately wish you were there to touch it, kiss it, worship it.

"That was lovely," Sarah says as she turns towards the camera and smiles.

"Thank you for letting me watch," you reply.

"You're welcome. Thank you for being willing to submit."

Her gratitude seems genuine and you feel a desire to be the best submissive possible for her. "It hasn't been long, obviously, but this has been incredible so far."

You watch her chest rise and fall a few times before she says, "Good. That makes me happy." She lifts the phone and now you're looking down at her. "I have a task for you. I want you to buy a vibrator. Something small but powerful. But, I want you to buy it in person. I want you to explain that your domme has you locked in a chastity device and that she wants you to have a vibrator to masturbate with."

You feel a deep sense of apprehension. Fear, even. You think of actually admitting to someone that you're locked in a chastity device and that you'll be masturbating with a vibrator. You're absolutely certain you can't do it.

"I don't...that sounds..."

"I know," she says. "It's scary. But I want you to do it. At worst someone will laugh at you. It's okay if that happens. It won't be nearly as painful as you might think, and doing this for me will be a great way to ease yourself into the idea of submission beyond the confines of our private spaces."

You don't think you can do it. It's too much, too fast.

"Plus, there will be a reward in it for you. Remember, a good domme always rewards her submissive when he behaves as she desires."

"What's the reward?"

She smiles. "You don't get to know that. That's not how this works. You do as you're told and I dole out the rewards as I see fit. I can tell you that the reward will happen in my bedroom."

You feel a sudden and significant shift in your body. Your desire grows. You want to be in her bedroom. You want to touch her, to kiss her, to worship her. You don't know if you'll be permitted to do any of that, but you want it desperately.

"Okay. I'll do it."

"That makes me very happy. I'll text you the address of the sex shop I want you to go to. You can go whenever you like, but I won't answer any texts or calls from you until you've accomplished this task. Oh, and you'll have to prove that you've completed the task by getting a video of the store clerk affirming that you've confessed your situation as I instructed."

Your heart is pounding. You're aroused and full of angst. You can see how much she enjoys doling out this task, that she's getting off on the control you gave her. It makes you want to do it despite the humiliation you're certain you'll experience.

"I'll do it tomorrow," you say.

"I'll text you the address."

She sends a text. You receive it. You feel more angst.

"For this time, at least, don't feel bad if you fail to do it tomorrow. I know I'm asking a lot. I know it might take some work to get yourself to a place where you can do this. Don't beat yourself up if you fail. Just make sure that you try again."

"I will. And thank you for...well, for dominating me."

"Oh, it's my pleasure. In fact, I'm going to masturbate again when we get off the phone and I'm going to think about you completing your task while I do."

"Can I watch?"

She shakes her head. "No. You earned the right to watch once when you put on that cage, but you haven't earned the right to watch a second time. You'll just have to imagine it. Feel free to play with your caged cock as much as you like, by the way. No cumming, though, even after you buy the vibrator. Goodbye."

She hangs up before you can say anything. You set your phone down and imagine her masturbating to the idea of you confessing to a stranger that you've been locked in a chastity device and have been sent to buy a vibrator so you can masturbate.

You like the idea of her masturbating, but the thought of actually going through with the task is still kind of horrifying. You resolve to do it, though, to expand your boundaries for her, to embrace how good it might feel to offer your submission in that way.

You can only hope it won't be anywhere near as humiliating as you're imagining.