Page 59 of Pierced

I showed it to him last night, but I don’t know how much of what I said actually… processed.

“This is a cock cage,” I say. “It helps you understand that last rule, Pierce.”

“Helps me… you’re going to put that on me? Now?” He looks down the length of his body to his rock-hard cock. “That little… thing?” And then he laughs. “I’m sorry, but my cock won’t fit into that cage.”

“Oh, yes, it will.” I turn the small key in the lock and open the cock cage. “Because I’m going to make it.”

“Myrtle,” Pierce says.

“Hmmm?” I ask, fingers fondling the stainless steel.

“I have to wear that?”

“Yes. It forces you to obey the rule.”

I bend down and take his cock in my hand.

He sits straight up, his hand on my wrist. I glare at him and he immediately withdraws his grip. “I don’t think I’m ready for this.”

I look down at his still semi-hard cock. It’s a lot smaller than it was ten seconds ago, for sure. But… not quite soft. I can almost hear the ‘sacapuntas’ building in his throat. I push, just a little, to test. “You’re almost ready.”

“Myrtle, wait. I get it, I understand. I swear. Mistress!” he says, loudly. “Mistress! I understand the rule. I’m begging your forgiveness. I will never disobey again, I promise!”

And with that, all his excitement vanishes. “Oh, look,” I say, fondling his now soft dick. “You’re ready. That’s perfect.”

“Mistress,” he starts again. “I am deeply, deeply sorry that I have offended you. I did not understand the… depth? Of your rule. And I regret that.” I place the cock cage near the top of his dick, getting ready to squish it inside. “And wait!” he says, voice an octave higher, slightly desperate. “Wait, wait, wait! I’m going to worship you now, Mistress. Show you the proper amount of… worshipness. I’m going to make it up to you. How can I make it up to you?”

He didn’t use the safe word. He didn’t pull the plug on me. On this, I mean.

I let go of his cock and stand back up. “Hmmm. Well… I suppose this is all my fault for not fully explaining the rules to you.”

“No,” Pierce says. “No, it’s my fault for not thinking ahead, Mistress. All. My. Fault.”

Oh, he’s such a quick learner. “You’re right. It is your fault.”

“It is! Yes! My fault. But—” He swings his legs out of bed and drops to his knees. Pressing his face down to my shoe. Kissing it. Right on the toe. He looks up at me, eyes bright and pleading. “I understand now, Mistress. And I will never, ever disobey you again.”

“Never?” I ask.

“Ever,” he assures me.

“Even at work tomorrow?”

“What?”

“Come up here, slave,” I coo, doing one of those little come-here motions with my pointer finger. “Come close to me.”

He makes a face that might be a grimace. But he stands up and leans into me. I caress his broad shoulders, liking how his muscles feel under my fingertips. I lean into him now too. Right into his neck. Pressing my lips to the skin right under his ear. One hand goes to his cock and begins to fondle him.

He sucks in a breath and starts muttering something. Some mantra to take his mind off what I’m trying to do.

I admit that little coping mechanism makes me proud. I have a proud mistress moment.

“Well,” I whisper into his ear. “That was very good, slave. Very good. So I’ll tell you what.”

“Please… tell me something good, Mistress.”

“I’ll give you another chance to show me you understand the rule.”