Jason's Devotion
by
beck_and_call@hotmail.com
Chapter 3
"I think I would like to be treated to a nice champagne breakfast,"
Katya announced with renewed vigor supplied by the new day. "Put
your jockstrap on over the cage and get dressed while I shower,"
she added before turning away with a smile.
I heard my goddess humming in the shower while I tried to get my
trapped penis comfortably hidden under my pants. She started to sing a
Tina Arena song, her favorite.
When she emerged form the bedroom, Katya looked ravishing and smelled
even more divine. She knew how her perfume drove me crazy, but would
not reveal the name of it. She expected me to figure it out on my own
and to purchase it for her before the bottle emptied. If I didn't,
there would be hell to pay, she explained.
"Come along my jellybean," she breathed softly while striding past me.
She dropped her purse in front of me and bent over to pick it up. Her
ass, meanwhile, lightly brushed against my caged penis. I inhaled
deeply and tried to exercise some willpower. It was futile and I felt
the steel bite into my tender flesh. It would be a long day, I thought.
At the restaurant, we were seated at a corner table and ordered our
Cristal and Eggs Benedict. Katya slipped off her pumps and ordered me
to unzip my fly. Luckily, the long white linen tablecloth effectively
hid our erotic foreplay.
"Pull your jockstrap to one side, my jellybean," she whispered gently
to me.
Using her toes, Katya felt along the edges of the cage.
"So smooth...so cold...so delicious," she cooed.
She tried poking her big toe into the cage, which, of course, was
impossible. In turn, she tried all her toes, all the while sipping her
champagne and discussing the merits of an Al Gore presidency. When she
used her pinky toe, Katya was finally able to enter the cage and stroke
my restrained male flesh. She giggled and wiggled her toe, causing my
penis to gently throb to her touch. She saw the agony in my eyes as the
hard, unforgiving steel prevented any growth.
"What's the matter, Jason, dear? Have you no self-control? You better
get used to it. That thing's not coming off in quite a while. You see,
in this relationship, we have equality. I get as many orgasms as I
want. And you? You get as many orgasms as I want, too. You see?
Equality!"
Katya giggled some more.
"I think a fair trade-off would be 1000 orgasms for me and...let's
see...ONE for you! That seems fair, doesn't it, my jellybean?"
I didn't answer. All that mattered to me is that my Mistress Katya
allowed me to be in her divine presence. She allowed me to worship her
and to give her pleasure. What more could a guy ask for? I was
frustrated, but deeply satisfied.
"Pay the bill, Jason dear. I need to go to my beauty salon for a
manicure and pedicure. I expect you to take over those duties soon.
Anyway, since I'll be taking the car, you can walk home. I'll call you
if I need you. Ta-ta, my little jellybean," Katya softly sang,
wrinkling her cute little nose at me. Suddenly, she was gone. Out the
door. Oh, how I adored her.
