The Ache!
By Outsider1505.
Before breakfast. Before getting dressed. Before going to the bathroom. Before anything else. He had a task to perform.
Taking a seat at his desk, he put on his headphones, then flicked on his computer and started the video, as he had a hundred times before.
In an instant, she was there. His screen filled with the image of the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on or ever would.
His Goddess.
His Mistress.
His Owner.
Her light brown hair hung just past her shoulders, framing her gorgeous visage like a veritable work of art. Red painted lips pursed together in a wicked, frozen smile, and deep, commanding eyes staring right at him and waiting to reinforce her control over him just as she did every morning.
Black leather graced her perfect body, although he could only see the top, which showed off just enough of her tantalizing cleavage to make him moan, as well as her gloved hands, the smooth leather covering her arms all the way up to the elbow—the very same gloves that had ensnared him in her web in the first place.
The left one was raised, the tips of her index and thumb barely an inch apart. More than was needed, all things considered, but the video was old. Not like that meant it was any less powerful. If anything, it was simply a reminder of just how far he had fallen under her spell.
He sighed—time to begin.
Without a word, he pressed play, and the whole routine began just as it did every morning.
His Mistress sprang to life on the screen, her voice low yet so seductive, and his ears perked up the moment they heard her speak.
“Hello, slave,” she began with a smirk, and he shivered at the impersonal greeting. He didn’t deserve a name- he was a nameless servant after all, a faceless addict.
“This is your daily reminder,” the video continued, and her gloved fingertips moved ever so slightly, just enough to catch his eye as they did every morning, “that it’s tiny…”
He groaned, no longer capable of even thinking her words weren’t true. He knew now how true they were.
“And tiny…”
His eyes shut for a moment. He didn’t need the reminder; he’d known all his life. But ever since he’d fallen under her control, she’d made sure he would never, ever forget it.
“So insignificant…”
She smiled as she said it, her eyes filled with a cruel glee. But she was only getting started.
“No one really wants to see it,” her red lips pursed together again, so sexy, so wicked. It didn’t matter what degrading things poured out of them; he would listen to every word she said and accept it as the truth.
Because it was.
“And when they do see it,” his Mistress added, her eyes seeming to stare a hole right through him even though she was only a video on the screen, “they’re gonna laugh.”
He felt his cock begin to throb in its cage, the chill from the metal doing little to prevent him from getting hard at her humiliating words. Or at least as hard as his little nub could get.
“I’m gonna laugh…. my friends are gonna laugh… All women are gonna laugh…”
Then she let out a small, taunting giggle, her lips pushing apart to reveal a cruel yet still absolutely stunning smile as it turned into a genuine laugh, one that rang out in his ears as the video ended.
With a click, he started it up again.
That was his daily task. To watch it again and again and again, over and over, until he felt as low and humiliated as possible. His record was an hour, but that had taken its toll. Now, after a few minutes, his tiny little dicklet would start aching in its cage, and there was nothing he could do about it.
As the video started again, his eyes briefly fell upon the only other thing they could.
The key.
His key.
Hanging around her neck on the gold chain he’d bought for her.
A place from which he knew it would never return.
He’d given up so much when he’d sent it to her- his freedom, his dignity, his manhood. Things he would never get back, if he’d ever truly possessed them to begin with. After all, if he’d given them up so easily, were they ever real?
Once again, the words began to echo in his ears, and with each one, he wished he could touch himself. Wished he could stroke his pathetic little cock as she continued to humiliate and degrade him. But he couldn’t. He’d given up that luxury a long time ago. Now, the only pleasure he felt- the only pleasure he truly deserved- came from his Mistress endlessly belittling him and his caged up cock.
Oh, there were other tasks- pictures and videos sent his way to reinforce her control of him and remind him of who owned him. But every day without fail, there was this one. Watching the video over and over and over again, listening to her wicked words as they washed over him, making him feel as low and pathetic as possible.
And the worst part?
He loved every minute of it.
The End.
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