Perhaps readers of ASB will recall Manservant posting an articlereviewing his experience with cock cages several months ago. It may interest those readers to know that the framework of thefollowing story was created by Manservant in an effort to winrelease from that cock cage. At any rate, what follows is a joint story written by myself, Mistress Haven, and my slave Manservant. Manservant wrote the first portion of the story; I wrote the conclusion. Readers will have no difficultly telling when the authorship changes due to the difference in writing styles.
The story contains elements of D/s, B&D and S&M. If you don'tlike this sort of thing, don't read it.
The Deal
A joint story by Mistress Haven & her Manservant
(c) 1993 Haven and Manservant
She lifts her eyes up from the book she's reading and studies her slaveas he passes through the room to retrieve more cleaning supplies for the rugshe has ordered him to shampoo upstairs. She has commanded both his silenceand that he not look at her until otherwise commanded. As much as she likedhis begging, it had gotten tiresome and she had placed these injunctions onhim to get a little distance as he did his required housework. But his obedience was now melting her heart again. 'He really tries so hard.'
"Slave?" He stopped in his tracks, faced her with his eyes averted and opened his mouth to speak instinctively but pulled back before uttering a sound and waited. "You may speak."
"Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress." He stands motionless. She senses himshivering on the inside.
"You've had a tough day. Haven't you?" "Yes Mistress." She thinks she hears his voice cracking.
"Do you still want to come?"
"Yes Mistress. More than anything." She thinks she hears a subtext in hisvoice something like, 'You've got to be kidding. I'm ready to explode and youknow it.' But she admires how well he hides his frustration. She did stopasking him to beg this morning and now he's only following her orders. Shethinks, 'He really is a good slave'. But still she can't help playing withhim.
"How much?" His eyes dart back and forth but he still hasn't disobeyed her. She like how well he obeys her now.
"How do you mean, Mistress?"
"Well would you accept 20 strokes for an orgasm?"
"Yes Mistress." There is no hesitation.
"Well then how about 30". He's already caught on.
"How about 25, Mistress?"
"Hard ones?" "I've never know you to be light handed Mistress". 'Very good she thinks.Nicely played. He doesn't say yes and he doesn't say no, but he flatters meall the same'
"Well, my dear Manservant. I've thought about it some and I will makeyou a deal."
"Yes Mistress?"
"Yes" She holds up an index card. "On the back of this card is the numberof strokes you need to receive to be allowed release from your cage and releasefrom you need. I will let you decide what the number should be. You can callof as many as you want. If it exceeds the number I will permit you to come.If not, then too bad for you. Want to play?"
"You are a devil, Mistress", said not entirely kiddingly. "Yes Mistress."
"Good. Let's get you ready"
Getting him ready meant chaining his collar to two bolts held immovably waisthigh in the center of the room. His ankles were spread by being locked in aspreader bar and as he stood bent over she carefully but firmly placed a lasso around his balls and with the aid of a pulley and tie off made sure he would keep his knees straight. She also locked his hands behind him pulledsomewhat uncomfortably toward his collar by the connecting chain. When shewas done preparing him she rested her hand on her helpless slave's ass.
"I can't believe I submit to these things, Mistress. I must be out ofmy mind."
"I just think you're horny, lover. Are you ready?"
"Yes Mistress"
"Well then count them off love. Oh and one little hint."
"Yes Mistress?"
"The number on the back of the card is more then 30."
"Jesus", And the sound of clinking hardware as the shudder ran through herslave's body. A long pause. Then "Mistress, I'm ready. One ..."
"Thirty-two"
I watch you quiver from the blow. Your ass is covered withangry red and white stripes. I know you won't be able totake many more blows and I fight the temptation to lessenthe severity of my swing.
"Thirty-three"
'I wonder if he knows how tempted I am to cheat and let himcome even if he doesn't guess correctly' I think to myself.'He's tried so hard today.'
"Thirty-four"
I strike again, then pause, waiting for you to count thenext stroke. I look at the tension on the line attachedto your testicles. You've paid dearly for every flinch.
"Thirty-five"
I watch the blow land and see your ass jerk. I grimace,thinking of the line. You groan a bit, but you're determinedto win some sexual relief for yourself tonight.
"Thirty-six"
You pull against the tether and I imagine I hear yougrinding your teeth. I'm beginning to wish I hadn'tstarted this game. You deserve to come tonight, I *want*you to come tonight, but if you stop early honor willprevent me from granting you the relief you crave.There are times I hate being me.
"Thirty-seven"
You jerk again and groan louder. Again I wait to see if you've had enough.
"Thirty-eight"
Another strike. Hard and fast. Another movement earningyou pain as your body tries to avoid the full force ofthe blow.
"Thirty-nine"
With delight I smack your ass one more time -- you've hitthe secret number and earned your reward. Not that youknow it, of course. You groan and pull, stopping shortas the pain in your balls prevents you from moving away.
"Forty"
Again I'm tempted to cheat and start hitting you with less force. I fight the temptation.
"Forty-one"
The blow lands and I wait. I'm beginning to thinkyou've had as much as you can stand when you manage tochoke out,
"Forty-two"
I lash out again, and watch the welt rise on your behind.A longer pause, then
"Forty-three"
'Your so beautiful my love and I love the games we play'I wait for you to count the next stroke.
"No more, Mistress."
I smile and put down my implement. A second or two laterI'm unhooking your collar from it's fastening points on the wall. As soon as I release the tension on the line to your balls you'll be able to stand up straight. I release the tension enough to allow you to stand, but no more. You look a little confused but say nothing. "How's your back?" I inquire.
"Not as bad as my ass." "If it pleases you Mistress," youadd as an afterthought.
Your reply says volumes about how hard I've pushed youtonight. I squat down and release one side of the spreader bar, then the other. While I'm on the floor I look at your prick. It isn't even beginning to stir. 'Does it think you failed?' I wonder.
I look up at your face. You look tired. "You may standcomfortably now Love." You move your legs, flexing themuscles and allowing them to relax. With your ballsstill tethered you aren't going anywhere though.
Still on the floor, I reach up and gently stroke yourpenis. "You've done well and earned some relief."I continue stroking it as it slowly hardens. You mustreally need to come if you're capable of getting hardthis soon after such a strident whipping. "You really need to come, don't you Manservant?"
"Yes Mistress," you say huskily.
I continue stroking your prick very gently. You'llnever get off at this rate and you know it. But it'sbeen a long time since anyone touched your memberand the contact feels great. I can sense yourincreasing need, and as I do an accompanying feelingof deviltry overtakes me. 'You called me a devil, didn't you?' I think to myself. 'Or was it just devilish. Either way.' I pull back, stroking just under the tip. I know that's your favorite spot, but nevertheless you crave more contact.
You pull forward and your already sore balls remindyou that they're tethered. Your need overcomes thepain and you strain against them. I pull back more.'God, I really am a devil. I just can't seem tohelp myself.'
You pull against the tether, desperate for continuedcontact with your needy prick. Despite the fact that it wasn't hard during your beating, it feelslike it's been erect weeks. I stroke it a few moretimes before I look up at you.
"Sorry, Manservant. My knees are killing me."I stand, turn my back on you, and walk out of theroom.
I don't know what thoughts go through your head as Ido. You're standing there, tired, aching, your ass still on fire, your prick demanding attention, your balls preventing you from going anywhere, your arms useless. Whatever your thoughts, I'm sure they aren'tcomplimentary. You hear water running in the kitchen, and I returna few moments later carrying a glass. You see metake a sip and then motion with the glass. "Drinkthis."
I hold it to your lips and watch you guzzle it down.When the glass is empty I carry it over to an endtable and set it down. "You can clean that up later."
I walk back and with my right handle return to fondlingyour prick. It isn't as hard as it was when I leftthe room, but it's quickly getting that way. I liftmy head and offer you my lips. You bow yours and wekiss, passionately, soulfully. I don't want thatmoment to end. As the kiss grows in intensity, myhand stays on your prick, moving in the ways I'velearned are most pleasurable for you. Soon you can'thelp but thrust against my hand, but it isn't as badas before since I'm standing close and there's enoughslack for you to do so without serious consequence.Before my wrist gives out you're groaning with pleasureand I can feel from the tension you're on the brink.
'I *am* a devil,' I think as I move back just a hair. The tension in your nuts increases, but it's a pleasurable increase this time. Two thrusts later you let out the sexiest moan I've ever heard you produceand your seed gushes into the air. When your prickceases its pulsating, I let go of it and put my arms around you. I kiss your collar bone, and quietly whisper "I love you," as my hands reach behind you to unsnap your manacles from the chain attached to your collar. When your hands are free and the chain hangs limply down your back, you put your arms around me and enfold me with your love. We kiss, again and again, as my hands go to your groin to unfasten the tether. When you're free from your bonds, and I've drunk my fill of kisses, I smile up at you, "Leave the mess until morning, you're coming to bed with me."--ÿ