Training Day
By Outsider1505.
[google-translator]
At least, not from her.
It’d been nearly three months now, countless days and weeks gone by ever since he’d first stumbled upon her page. Since he’d found himself tangled up in her web, and completely and utterly under her spell.
His Goddess.
Ever since he’d first debased himself for her amusement, barking for her on video and showing off his face, there’d been no turning back. She had him by the balls, in more ways than one.
She knew who he was, what he looked like, and worst of all, what he was willing to do for her.
Which was absolutely anything.
Then came the teasing, the training. The morning routine he knew by heart. The endless humiliation of his cock. Every day began with her words, dripping with wickedness from her red lips as he played the video again and again, letting her demean his manhood again and again and again.
And yet, for a while, that was it.
Oh sure, there’d been a few simpler tasks here and there- comments on her posts made to reinforce his obedience, purchases off her wish list she’d then tease him with, but nothing like the video which had come to define the first hour or so of his waking day.
That is, until today.
Today, he’d done as expected and informed his Goddess of it, as she’d requested, knowing he couldn’t lie to her, but this time, a response came from her.
A simple five-word message, with a link attached.
“You should goon for me.”
He re-read it several times to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. The sensation of his aching cock still locked up tight in its cage made him realize this was real. But how could he do such a thing?
Carefully, he opened the link.
In an instant, he was once again greeted by his beloved Goddess, his beautiful Mistress, his cruel Owner. Reddish-brown hair cascading past her shoulders, soft pink lips pursed together in a wicked smirk even before the video started. Black leather top with a zipper pulled down just enough to entice him with her magnificent cleavage, and of course, those elbow-length black leather gloves covering her hands.
Hands that held a familiar sight.
The key to his cage.
The video began, and for a moment, she didn’t say a word. Simply dangled the key from her leather-clad fingers and smirked, knowing his eyes were absolutely glued to its movements. Only when she was sure she had his attention- as if she ever didn’t- did she bless him with her beautiful voice.
“I’m giving you a treat today, slave,” she began, still fiddling with the key. “I hope you kept the spare key, or else I am going to be very disappointed in you.”
In an instant, he leapt up from his seat and rushed over to the bedside table, where an identical key sat waiting in a small box in a drawer. He’d never once removed it from there, tempted as he’d been on several occasions. But he dared not do such a thing- somehow, he knew that if he did, his Mistress would know. And she would find a way to make him suffer for it.
Returning to his chair, he unlocked the cage, removed it, and lingered over the sensation of release. It’d been so long, he’d almost forgotten what it felt like to be free. Then he started the video up again.
“Now that your tiny, insignificant little dick is free, I want you to grab it.”
Her leather-clad thumb and index finger took their familiar positions, showing off what she thought- no, what she knew his cock size was, and he groaned as he did during his morning routine. But she was only getting started.
“Two fingers, since that’s all you need. Grab that teeny-tiny little nub and start to stroke it. Slowly.”
He did as she commanded- it felt so good to be touching himself again, especially for his Mistress.
“That’s a good boy… Now, you are going to goon for Mistress… And while you do, I want you to watch me. Don’t you dare look away from the screen until I say so. Got it?”
For a moment, he almost nodded before remembering this was a pre-recorded video. The sheer fact that he was prepared to acknowledge her in such a way was further proof of just how badly she had him wrapped around her leather-gloved finger.
As he began to stroke, she put the key back around her neck, picked up a golden tube, twisted it, and released the red lipstick within.
Time seemed to stand still as she pressed the tip of it against her lips and slowly made its way along, leaving a trail of deep crimson in its wake.
He was absolutely transfixed.
His eyes followed her gloved hand as it traced the outline of her lips, deepening the tone even as he stroked his cock in time with her movements. He almost didn’t notice the same five-word message she’d sent him appear at the bottom of the screen, flashing its command as if he could ever forget it.
“You should goon for me.”
She didn’t say a word, just re-applied the lipstick two or three times, taking her time, knowing he couldn’t look away. Knowing his cock was aching from the mere sight of her beauty, let alone her actions. Watching he apply her lipstick made him shiver, and the thought of what cruel words would slip out from those beautiful lips next kept him going.
As his hand- well, fingers, slid their way up his shaft once more, he noticed his Mistress seemed to have finished at least, with her own lips.
Pursing them together, she smirked, and stared at the camera- her eyes boring so deeply into him she may as well have been in the same room, such was the extent of her power.
“Keep gooning…. And while you do that, I’m going to give you your treat.”
At first, he was confused, assuming being allowed to stroke himself for her was the treat. Then he watched as she moved the tip of the lipstick towards the camera, the deep red nearly pressed against the lens.
“Put your lips together, slave. I’m gonna make you look so pretty.”
He blinked in confusion. Make him pretty? But why? There was no way for him to ask, and frankly, a part of him didn’t care. He simply kept on stroking his cock, his eyes focused on the red tip of her lipstick as it slowly traced a path in front of the camera. As if it were doing the same to his own lips.
“That’s a good boy,” she continued, slowly applying the lipstick to him through the screen. “Doesn’t it feel so nice to get your lips painted? To feel that soft, red tip cover them?”
His fingers slid along as he watched her, nodding as if she could see him. He wasn’t sure if it’d feel nice or not, but her words were so powerful, his ache so strong, his submission so complete, that even if he disagreed, it didn’t matter. Her words may as well have been gospel.
“Mmm, getting so nice and red, so sexy and slutty… You want to be a sexy little slut for Mistress, don’t you, slave?”
A groan slipped out, more from the sensation of precum beginning to spurt out the tip of his long-neglected cock than from her words- at least he hoped, and he nodded along once more.
“Keep gooning…. keep stroking that pathetic, useless little thing while Mistress makes you all nice and pretty…”
“Yes, Mistress…” he moaned to himself, knowing even though she couldn’t hear him, she’d know if he said it or not. Somehow, she always knew.
Her gloved fingers moved the lipstick around the screen again and again, and in his mind, he could almost feel it now. Feel it covering his lips, the scent of her leather wafting up into his nose, and he stroked and stroked his tiny cock for her. It felt so good, and he loved every second of it.
Loved being made pretty by his Mistress.
He shook his head, but the thought remained, firmly planted in his mind as he continued to goon, the ache in his cock almost too much to take. He was getting close, so close, and-
And then she pulled the tube away, twisted the lipstick back down, and stared directly at him.
“That’s enough for now, slave,” she said, and he instantly stopped stroking. Much as a part of him desperately wanted to continue, to finally finish, to cum for her, he didn’t dare disobey her. Not after such she’d been so generous as to allow him to touch himself again.
Once she knew he’d stopped, she smirked, those deep red lips coming together, his eyes nearly mesmerized by them, and his own almost feeling as if they looked the same. As if she’d actually painted his lips while he gooned for her.
“Good boy,” she continued. “Once you get flaccid again, I want you to replay this video. I want you to get right to the edge and stop, again and again, until you can’t take it anymore…. Then I want you to lock your cock back up.”
He groaned. “Yes, Mistress,” he whispered to himself.
For a moment, he thought that would be the end of the video. But that would be far too easy, and far less cruel than his Mistress was.
“Do this every day until I tell you to stop…or until you buy yourself some lipstick and start putting it on for me.”
His eyes widened at her words, but there was no way for him to say anything in return. His Mistress simply smiled, blew him a kiss off her leather-gloved palm, and ended the video, leaving him desperate, aching, and more than a little confused.
The image on his computer screen remained frozen for a moment, his leather-clad Mistress staring at him with those red lips pursed together, her eyes gazing into his very soul. Reminding him of his submission, of his pathetic cock, and of her outright control of him.
For a moment, he considered her words. Then, he took a deep breath, wrapped his fingers around his now flaccid and precum-drenched cock, and started the video again.
He’d do as she commanded. He’d get himself right to the edge again and again for her.
But that was as far as he would go.
There was simply no way he was going to buy lipstick and put it on, even for her.
Right?
The End.
*The opinions/views expressed in this story (and in any comments) are those of the author and do not represent this site. We support freedom of speech. This story was previously published on other free websites and is now in the public domain so that we can republish it here.