C Is For Cock Ring

C is for Cock Ring
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When I first saw it, I didn’t know what it was. Round and silver, she flipped it over in her hand. It was way too big for a finger and too small for a wrist. She held it out and urged me to take it. I grasped it in my hand; it felt smooth and cold to the touch.


“Put it on.” I was confused and wondered if puzzlement showed on my face.

“Now.” The word was said in a deceptive, even tone, but a hint of demand was present. I swallowed and turned the circlet in my fingers as I realized where it must go.

She raised an eyebrow waiting, her annoyance started to show. This was only our second meeting, and I still felt some trepidation. It was almost completely obliterated by anticipation and excitement.

My cock was already hard as I unfastened my pants and pulled them down. My erection sprang free as I lowered my undershorts as well. I tentatively placed the ring at the tip, but it wasn’t going on. I was too swollen. Just the anticipation of seeing her again had made me half hard before I’d even gotten to the door.

“Looks like you’ll have to take care of that stiffy.” Her lips curved into a satisfied smile. She’d known. She’d known that I wouldn’t be able to put it on.

I began to stroke, slowly at first, gaining confidence as my hand slid over the velvety skin stretched tight over my hard cock. My eyes roamed her body taking in the flesh that spilled out of her corset, her shiny lips and commanding eyes. I smelled the exotic scent of her perfume in the air. I could feel her impatience but it didn’t inhibit me.
If anything, it made me eager for what was to come next. What would she do? Would I get to touch her this time? I didn’t know where she’d be taking me. The unknown was both disconcerting and stimulating.

My cock jerked in my hand. Her gaze was locked on me, but rather than feel inhibited I felt proud. Did she like my cock? Would I ever feel her touch on it? My hand pumped my cock, up and down, up and down. I’d been aroused with anticipation for so long, I knew it would be quick, and it was. As I came, my eyes lost focus on her magnificent cleavage, and I lost all sense of where I was for a moment. I caught my semen in my hand and was at a loss as to what to do with it. I wanted to ask but knew I should not speak until spoken to. I looked into her face for a clue, but her features were passive. She pointed to a box of tissues on the table and the problem was quickly solved.

Once the moment had passed, my prick lay limp against my thigh. I took the ring and flipped it over in my hand. I wasn’t exactly sure how to proceed.

“Well? What are you waiting for? Put your testicles through first then the shaft.”

I nodded and pushed my balls through the loop. The metal was cold against my skin. My erection hadn’t completely subsided, and it was a little tricky getting the shaft through, but I was soft enough.

“Excellent, except for one tiny thing. I believe that cock ring would fit ever so much better if you had stiffer shaft.”


Having only just ejaculated, I didn’t think I would be able to bring myself to arousal again so quickly, but I felt my cock twitch at the sound of her voice. I was already conditioned to respond to her commanding sensuality. She’d tapped into deep desires I hadn’t even known I had.

I started to stroke again, and my cock was half hard within a few moments.

“I’m very disappointed.”

My face flushed with embarrassment.

“You’re making me think you don’t find me attractive.” Her voice held the hint of a question.
“Oh God no. That’s not true. What I wouldn’t do just to touch you… ” I trailed off unable to articulate my feelings.

“You want to touch me?”

“Oh yes please! More than anything.”

“I don’t think you deserve to touch me. Your obedience leaves a great deal to be desired.” She had her hands on her hips, her toe tapping slightly.

“Oh, I’m sorry truly. I can do better. Please just tell me. Command me. I’ll do it.”

“I believe I told you to put on my cock ring and admittedly you did do that. Yet, you don’t really seem to appreciate it. Such a fine, personal gift. I picked it out especially for you.” She drew out her words slowly, carefully.

“Yes! Yes I do appreciate your thoughtfulness, Mistress.” I stroked harder, faster, my cock finally coming to full erection.

Mistress Ven smiled at last. “Well, perhaps you can show proper appreciation . . . or not.” Her face became hard again. I knew the implication. I’d forgotten the words. I was surprised she hadn’t called me on it earlier, but she was probably giving me some slack as this was new for me.

“Thank you, Mistress. Thank you for the cock ring. Thank you for allowing me to touch myself.” I was contrite. I truly was. Had I really forgotten or had I subconsciously just wanted the punishment?

“That’s better. However, it was a bit tardy, don’t you think?”

It was now clear why she hadn’t provided any reminder. She’d wanted me to make mistakes. She’d wanted an excuse for correction.

“Mistress, I’m truly sorry. I forgot myself.”

“Why yes, you did. Whatever shall we do about this?” Her question was clearly rhetorical and she began to pace around the room with a thoughtful expression. “Well?

What would serve as a reminder for you?” She paused, pinning me with a penetrating gaze. I broke out in a cold sweat. I suspected she had something in mind, but I had no idea what. I was simultaneously afraid and yet compelled to continue.

“I asked you a question. What . . . would . . . help . . . you . . . remember!” She bit off each word with emphasis. She seemed truly angry now.

“Mistress, it’s not for me to say. I’m sorry I didn’t show proper respect. I’ll try harder.”

“Yes, I know that you will. Especially with a reminder.”

My ass clenched. What would she use? She crossed to a cabinet and opened the door. Hanging on the inside of the door were a variety of whips and canes. I cringed. Was I ready for that? Last time she’d just used a small paddle, and the application had done more than just sting. She turned toward me.


“What do you think?”

I was silent. I didn’t know what to think. Was this too far for me? She selected two items, a small cane about two feet long and a cat o’ nine tails with knotted cords. She held them out toward me.

“Well?”

“Mistress, I’ll accept whatever you say.”

She drew a deep breath, gathering her patience. “Which . . . one?”

They both looked quite formidable. I’d never been caned. It wasn’t too thick, less than the diameter of my thumb. I’d heard a caning could be pretty brutal, though this one wasn’t wet.

I swallowed hard. “Mistress . . .”

“You . . . must . . . choose.” Her intonation offered no compromise.

“Mistress, the cat o’ nine tails.”

She nodded and put the cane back.

“I think you can do better, no?” Her voice had softened.

I knew what she wanted. “Please Mistress, use the cat o’ nine tails on my ass.” My voice quivered a bit, but despite my fear I found that I craved it. I looked down at my cock. It was rock hard and I could see fluid oozing from the tip. She smiled. “That was ever so much better.” She walked behind me and I felt her rub the cat o’ nine tails against my ass, caressing each cheek. I shivered and my cock pulsed. Expectation and dread flowed through me. She pressed the tip of the handle against the cleft of my ass and I flinched.

She laughed.

“Don’t worry. That’s not for today.”

She circled around to my face, her heels clicked on the floor, and she gazed into my eyes. I couldn’t maintain eye contact and looked down. She placed her finger under my chin and lifted my gaze. “Don’t look so nervous. Isn’t this what you want? What you need?”

She began to walk around me again. I swallowed and remained silent.
“Hmmm. I can see you need a great deal of instruction. Just when I think we’re making progress you prove me wrong.”

The knotted cords brushed against me as she circled.

She suddenly stopped with a slight stomp of her shoe. “I’m waiting.”

Her bright lips pursed and her eyes flashed. I tried to stammer out a response. “Uh, please Mistress.” She raised an eyebrow.

I struggled to find the words. “Please Mistress. I need to be punished for my transgressions. Please use the cat o’ nine tails on me.”

“Better. But where? Here?” She dragged the cords over my cock and I flinched in response.

“My ass, Mistress. Please flog my ass.” There was a quiver in my voice but no hesitation. I’d given myself over. I was going where she was taking me.


“Grab your ankles.”

I leaned forward and wrapped my hands around my legs. I could feel the skin of my ass stretch tight, and I couldn’t help but clench my muscles. Her heels clicked on the floor as she paced back and forth behind me. Occasionally she would brush the cords against my ass and I would quiver in response. The agony of waiting was becoming interminable.

Why didn’t she just do it already?

Suddenly, I could wait no more. “Please Mistress. Please give me what I deserve. Make me sorry I didn’t show you the proper respect. Please, I’m begging you.”

As my words ended, I felt the first blow. I was stunned by the intensity. Pain streamed over my skin and I tried to hold back my cry. My skin continued to sting long after the blow. Then there was another. God, it hurt! Had I really asked for this? Yes, I had. And though I loathed it, I required it. My cock felt ready to burst. It was throbbing painfully, constricted at the base by the cock ring.

She gave me two more strokes and then I felt her hand on my ass, rubbing the flaming skin. Her touch sent me over the edge. The strong waves of my orgasm nearly knocked me off my feet. Never had I come so deeply, so intensely. My whole groin was infused with electric heat as my cock convulsed again and again while streams of come landed on the floor.

I felt her fingertip at my anus, and I had to lock my knees to keep from collapsing. I gasped for breath as my mind returned to reality.

“Did you enjoy that, my sweet?”

I nodded. “Yes Mistress. Thank you. Thank you so much.”
“There is one tiny problem though.” Her voice was not angry, but rather thoughtful.

“Uh, errr. I’m sorry Mistress?” I couldn’t follow her.

“There seems to be a bit of a mess on the floor.”

She was right. There was come on my thighs, but a few small pools were on the floor.

“I’m so sorry Mistress. I’ll clean it up immediately.”

“Mmmm. Do wipe yourself off. As for that,” she pointed to the floor,” perhaps we can come to an agreement.”

I grabbed some tissue and wiped myself off wondering what she might mean.

“You did say you wanted to touch me didn’t you?”

“Oh yes, Mistress. More than anything.”

“Well perhaps if you tidy up your mess. I’ll let you.” She smiled seductively, her eyes indicating a plan that I wasn’t quite aware of yet. I took another tissue.

“Oh no. That isn’t quite what I meant.”

“I don’t understand Mistress.”

“If you clean up your mess, yourself, I’ll let you kiss my pussy.”

The thought of touching her so intimately sent my mind racing. To touch her pussy, smell her, taste her wet juices, the thought overwhelmed me.

“Mistress, please. Tell me what you want me to do.”

She moved to an armchair and sat down. She hooked a leg over each arm and spread her legs wide. I hadn’t been able to see her pussy clearly before. It had been covered by the fabric of her outfit. It glistened, so beautiful. I wanted to see it more closely and moved toward her.

“Uh uh.” She waved her finger at me. “You have something you need to do first.”

She pointed toward the floor. “You’re lucky it was washed just this morning.”

Then I understood. She wanted me to lick up my own come. I’d always had a bit of an aversion to it for no particular reason. I hesitated.

“Mmmmm. Disappointing.” She put one leg down and I couldn’t see the sweet slit between her legs any more. I wanted it though. Did I want it bad enough? Barely a second passed before my mind screamed yes, and I was on my knees licking up my own come. I did it quickly, not really thinking about it. It was slick on my tongue and I swallowed without tasting. When I got back up I saw a pleased, satisfied look on her face. Her legs were spread again, and she fingered her clit. I shook; I wanted to touch her badly.

“Get a drink of water and then you may come here.”

I scrambled for it quickly, downing half a glass. I kneeled before her, trembling in anticipation. I moved to touch her.

“Goodness, one would think you hadn’t learned anything at all.” She pointedly looked away.
“I’m sorry Mistress, so sorry. I’m . . . your pussy is so beautiful. I can’t help myself.”

“Put your cock ring on the table. Don’t forget to wear it next time you come.”

I carefully eased the ring off and placed it on the table. She nodded toward me. “You know what you need to do.”

“Please Mistress, may I touch you? Please, Mistress, let me kiss and lick your pussy. Please!”

“Since you ask so nicely, you may, but hands behind your back. Just use your mouth.”

I kneeled between her legs and put my arms behind me. Tentatively, I leaned forward and touched the tip of my tongue to her clit. She sighed and relaxed. I boldly took her clit between my lips and began to suck. I felt a little quiver pass through her and felt honored that I was giving my Mistress pleasure.

I lifted my head. “Please Mistress, may I lick your sweet pussy?”

She smiled. “Yes, fuck me with your tongue.”


I slid my mouth down to her wet hole and pressed inside. Her hand grabbed my hair, holding my head in place as she pressed against my mouth. I flicked my tongue around her opening and then thrust in and out. Without warning, I felt the cat o’ nine tails come down on my lower back, the knots hitting my ass, and I jumped but didn’t stop fucking her with my tongue. This was the trade-off, and it was worth it.