Though I welcomed the sting and delightfully uncomfortable feeling of a deeply bruised ass, I also noticed the overwhelming urge to have to go to the bathroom. I glanced down at my cock that was still encased in the clear cock cage. The head of my dick was exposed from the end of the cock cage, and each time I stretched, I could feel the acrylic nodules from the cock cage tease the underside of my head. The feeling was one that I loved and had been searching for for so long.
Humiliation.
I craved the feeling of being controlled, punished, and humiliated. James had given me doses of it, and I loved that, but since him, I hadn’t found anyone who could make me feel like a sexy bad boy…except for Elise.
As I lay on the wooden pallet bed, I pushed my hips forward so that I could feel the nodules of the cock cage, along with my sore ass against the wooden slats again. The feeling of being “bad” and needing to be punished sent waves of pleasure through my body. The fact that I was in the cock cage so that I couldn’t get an erection made me even hornier.
My mouth had earned me a small blanket last night. Actually, it was more like the size of a throw that people put on their couches to snuggle up and watch movies with. Instead of using it to cover me or set over the wooden slats to make for a softer sleeping area, I had balled it up and used it as a pillow. For a moment, I imagined Elise snuggled up with me watching the latest James Bond flick, or some dumb romantic comedy. Whatever she’d select for us. Or maybe she’d be snuggled up in the blanket, and I’d be sitting on the floor. Before bed last night, she told me that the furniture was not for me; the floor was for me.
Fuck, I really needed to pee.
I moved around and stretched more, this time making a little more noise. I had hoped to get her attention so she could uncuff me. I watched with hope as Elise rolled over from the center of her bed toward the side of the bed. When her eyes opened, I smiled.
“Good morning, Mistress Elise,” I greeted.
Elise sat up in bed, treating my eyes to her beautiful body. Now that she was sitting up, I realized how blinding the sunlight was as it came through the windows. The sunlight threw rays of light around her body and made her appear as a shadow. Last night after she came, she had me help her out of her corset before she cuffed me to my bed. She slept naked, and there wasn’t anything sexier to me than a woman who slept in the nude. She stared down at me with a hint of a smile on her face as her eyes roamed my body.
“Did you sleep well, Mistress Elise?” I asked.
“Oh, yes. I slept perfectly. It would seem that my plaything has a very useful mouth.”
Since she had been pleased and was now complimenting me, I thought this was the opportune time to tell her about my need for the bathroom.
“Mistress,” I began. I stretched again mainly so she would look at my body and take pity on me for urgently needing to pee. “Mistress Elise, I badly need the bathroom. May I be uncuffed from my bed?”
There. I used the method that James had taught me years ago about needs. Clearly express a need and follow it up with what your desire is to have that need met. James had told me that most Doms or Tops would be pleased with their bottom expressing a need and their assessment of what they wanted, or needed, in order to have that need met. I have had good experience with this tactic.
Elise moved toward the edge of the bed and stretched her foot out toward me. She used her foot to push the cock cage and my dick around. Then she ran her toe around the exposed head of my dick.
“What, does my plaything have to pee? Does this make it uncomfortable?” Elise asked while she moved her foot around my dick.
“Yes, Mistress Elise. I need to pee.”
She got off the bed but didn’t reach for the keys on the nightstand. Instead, she crouched beside me and lightly pressed a hand around my lower abdomen.
“How about this? Does this make you uncomfortable?” she continued to press her hand on my abdomen, making me squirm a bit. “Hmm, does it?”
“Yes, Mistress. It’s making me physically uncomfortable,” I explained.
The truth of the matter was that mentally I was in heaven with this kind of control and play. I was her bad boy that needed to be punished and cuffed to a bed. The mental and emotional teasing and humiliation was like music to my ears.
“What about this?” Elise surrounded the head of my dick with her fingertips and then tauntingly dragged them slowly from the crown to the tip. “Does this make you uncomfortable?”
“Mmm,” I moaned and closed my eyes.
I loved to be taunted and teased. Elise kept doing it as she prompted me again.
“Well, does it make you uncomfortable, Andrew?”
“I like it, Mistress Elise. It feels good,” I admitted.
Mentally, I was working on pushing away the feelings of having to go to the bathroom and was trying to focus on the excitement of the taunting and teasing.
“I enjoy making you feel uncomfortable, Andrew.”
“I enjoy it too, Mistress Elise.”
“So, I’m guessing that if I did this,” she started to say as she lowered her head.
