Welcome back to Chapter 5 of my Dominatrix Series! Be sure to go back to Chapter 1 if you need to catch up. It’s a lot of fun! In Chapter 4, it started to get steamy. Just wait for Chapter 5!
He is whimpering in the cage beneath me, and I just want to take him out and make him serve me, but I know that’s not what he needs. And honestly, I need some distance from him. My orgasm did help take the edge off of my arousal, but not enough. I need more.
I get out the violet wand and set it up. I ensure that I’m setting it up where he can see it so he gets a preview of what’s coming.
I shock my hand to make sure it’s working properly and on the settings I want. A tingle spreads through my hand and arm. I smile as he whimpers louder.
“Mistress, what are you going to do with that?”
I give him a slow blink. “What do you think I’m going to do with it, pet?”
“I-I don’t know,” he stammers. But we both know what I’m going to do with it. It’s fun to shock him in a space where he can’t escape.
I slide my hand through the wide set bars and tap the wand against his arm.
He moans and starts crying, a steady stream of, “Mistress, please, why are you doing this, Mistress? I want to be your good boy!” and other appeals to my good nature to stop shocking him.
But I don’t stop. I keep going, working my way around his writhing body, his arms, his legs, his back. I want to get his dick, but he’s making sure to keep his hips at an angle so I can’t.
“Pet,” I say, stopping the shocks for a moment.
His breath is heaving as he rolls so he can see me through the bars. “Y-yes, Mistress?”
“I want you to start masturbating, pet.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he says, and he positions himself so he can stroke his cock. He has to shift so that his cock is more accessible to me, and I know he knows what’s coming next.
“Spread your legs more, pet. I want to see your balls.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he says, and I can see he’s bracing his legs against the sides of the cage, and he’s whimpering loudly while he strokes his cock.
I slide the wand between the bars again and tap it lightly against his inner thigh. He screams but doesn’t stop masturbating. I tap his other thigh. He screams again.
And then the shot, right against his balls. I can see the tears streaming down his face and hear his screams, but I can also see that he’s stroking his cock faster now.
“I want you to cum, pet. I’ll turn off the violet wand when you cum.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he says, and he squeezes his eyes shut as he strokes even faster, willing himself to cum.
I shock his thighs again and again, shocking his balls every few hits. He keeps crying and screaming and moaning and stroking.
“I’m going to cum, Mistress. Can I cum, please, Mistress?”
I let a few beats pass before I give him my permission. “Yes, pet, cum for your Mistress.”
And he does. It’s almost instantaneous. I wonder if he was so far gone that he would have cum with or without my permission. He probably would have.
Cum coats his chest in long lines as he takes big gulping breaths. I can see that he’s relaxing as the cum coats his chest, and I give him one more longer zap with the violet wand as cum shoots from his balls.