Pussy Mistress Training with Princess Mandy, Pt 4: taste.
"Get ready," was her only command as she flung my door open and walked over to her favorite chair. That is my usual command to get her glass of wine then bring it to her so she can sip from the comfort of her chair while she watches me strip naked then kneel before her.
As she walked across the room I could not help but notice how she was dressed. I wonder if she dresses like this was on purpose because she knows it arouses me and any other red-blooded male seeing her?
Starting with her sweet pink ankle socks and pink sneakers, looking up her tan legs to OMG skin tight black booty shorts! They outline her round firm bubble butt like a second skin with an enticing crease down the middle between them, inviting the imagination. Then upward to her bare flat tummy midriff, to the mountain peaks - tight fitting pink tank top with a wide scoop U neck that comes almost to the end of her firm outward pointing TITS. It presses her round breasts together creating ample cleavage. I imagine my long hard cock resting right there and then feel a precum drip. Oh no, sitting right atop her cleavage as if pointing to her ample breasts below is the shiny key to my chastity cage. Then I meet her eyes and her face brightens into a sexy smirk. She has bright ruby red lipstick which she runs her tongue slowly over, then puckers and blows a kiss my way, "Did you miss me, Booby" she giggles.
I shudder and moan like a captured animal about to be eaten and then notice her sexy perfumed long braided golden hair on each side that comes down to each shoulder. She picks one up and plays with the end, curling it, looking curiously at me. Such a sweet and innocent look for what I know is a clever devious nymph who sadistically enjoys watching men devour themselves in their own lust for her pleasure. A brat Princess.
She sat sipping her wine, watching as I took off my shirt, removed my shorts and then knelt reverently standing on my knees. Strangely I feel proud as I arch my back and thrust my pink caged manhood towards her with my hands behind my back resting on the top of my butt.
It has already been 4 long, lonely days since our last session when she had me edge and teased to the point of orgasm several times before she shriveled my poor aching cock with cold peas and slapped the cage on me.
That did quell my horniness until I got home and lay down. But then the memories of her touch and teasing flooded my mind and played over and over in my head. That has been going on for a couple of days now and I am almost crazy with lustful horniness.
For the last several weeks my 'training routine' as she calls it, without the cage, was bad enough. It was so hot and erotic that I almost could not handle it and broke down a few times. But at least it was manageable for me. She would tease and taunt and arouse me for a few days but then allowed me to cum a juicy orgasm and get some relief. I'm already several days way past the point I would usually get a release. My whole body has been trembling in need. My balls are full and ache. Blue balls. My thoughts are filled with images of her body, her boobs, and the sight and scent of Pussy Mistress. My erection keeps hitting the cage causing throbbing aching frustration. I don't know how much more I can take.
"Are you OK boy?" she asks, "you seem a little pre-occupied. What's the matter?"
Keeping my eyes at her feet, I just gush out in rapid emotional release, "Oh Princess Mandy, you know I adore you but the last few days, with this cage, have been difficult to endure. I am consumed by my horny thoughts - about you, your beautiful body, your smile, hair, boobs, I can barely stand it."
"Well then," she giggles, "it sounds like that chastity cage is doing its job. Perhaps if you are a good boi tonight you might get a reward. I don't know. I can't promise anything. But would you like to be my good boy? Would you like a reward? A little cummie?"
I look up into her eyes with great enthusiasm, "Oh yes, yes, yes, PLLLEASE Princess Mandy I'll do anything"
"Whoa down there. Be careful cowboy! That's what you said last time and now you're wearing a pink cock cage," she says swatting it once or twice for effect.
"But I do have a new task for you. It's called Mistress Greeting. Every now and then I will ask for it and you are going to express your gratitude to me for allowing you to touch my big boobies, worshiping Pussy Mistress, for dominating you, controlling your orgasms and keeping you in chastity - sound fun?"
"Oh, I, I don't know," I stutter in dazed erotic confusion, "how are we going to do that?" I ask a little hesitantly knowing that she can twist things unexpectedly.
"Well, it is already done. I have already trained you to be my booby boy right?"
"Yes, yes, that's true .... Princess TITS are everything, Princess TITS are everything..." I mindlessly repeat a few times but wondering if there might be other pets to greet the other parts of her body.
"OK, lets do it. Now that you have presented yourself properly which means you are naked, kneeling and exposed, you can shuffle in a little closer while I spread my knees open, move closer to the chair, sit up with a straight back so my delicious round boobies are right in front of your face. I know they are covered in this nice tight pink tank top but you can still almost feel their round firmness underneath, huh? I want you to start on my right side and place little kisses all over it and say thank you for something as you move around to the front, then up the other boob side, then over the top on the naked skin itself and then end with the key between your lips holding it up."
Oh Lord have mercy on me, I think to myself.
I am now looking straight into her big round beautiful breasts and I just want to lift my hands up and hold them, to feel their heavy weight, to squeeze them, love them, worship them and ...oh, yes...cum on them.... as I feel a drip of precum ooze from my cock cage. I press my cheek to the side of her soft bulging right breast then kiss it and say "Thank you Princess Mandy for being my Mistress."
I work my way around with kisses and adoration thanking her for caging my cock, for controlling my orgasms, for being a beautiful Goddess that every man adores, for having the most delicious, beautiful breasts, for having sexy hair and lips, for training me to love Pussy Mistress, I start to choke up and cry a little with joyful appreciation as I end with the key in my lips and look into her loving eyes.
"That was a very sweet and heartfelt greeting Bobby. Thank you for being my booby slave. I think you have earned a reward. Please stand."
As I stand up the cock cage bounces right in front of her face. She moves in close inspecting, gently feeling my balls with one hand and lifting the cage this way and that with the other hand. Then she lifts the key and taps the cage 3 times.