(Story continues from Part 5)

Jason’s breath rasped in a resigned anguish as the malevolent machine stopped again, leaving him hanging after yet another repetition of the cruel cycle. He waited helplessly for the machine to resume his torment, his mind in an almost meditative state having given up all attempts to guess when and how his ordeal might end. After some time had passed he began to wonder why the device had not yet resumed its nefarious cycle. Perhaps the intervals were getting even longer now that his level of arousal was beyond the point of desperation? Or perhaps his torment was over? No, it couldn’t be, surely he wouldn’t be left hanging like this? He wasn’t sure whether the prospect of the cycle repeating again or being left hanging in his current state was worse. He had no choice but to wait patiently.

His answer was not long in coming when he felt the ear muffs being removed gently from his head.
“Alright Jason, that does it for your treatment”, came the familiar voice of the matron, “I’m now going to reapply your chastity device”.
Jason’s heart sank as the words “reapply your chastity device” sunk in. He tried to protest, forgetting the gag which reduced the sound of his indignation to a garbled moan.
“Shhhh… it will be much easier if you relax,” said the matron in a soothing tone as Jason felt a gentle press of her hand on his chest, “I’m just going to quickly wash you clean of all of this sticky lubricant”.
Jason’s member throbbed in futile anticipation as a wet cloth was applied, removing the lubricant from his twitching phallus and surrounds. The pleasant, although infuriating, sensations were rudely interrupted by an ice cold sting of what must have been an ice pack was applied.
“Don’t worry, this won’t take long,” said the matron in her usual reassuring tone.
Jason felt like screaming with frustration as the blood slowly drained from his loins, returning him to a more normal, flaccid state despite his intense level of arousal. As soon as it was possible, the matron deftly reapplied the rings followed by the tube of his chastity device leaving him no opportunity to get hard again.
“There you go, all ready for your Mistress!” She said as he heard the lock snap shut, returning him to his pre-ordeal, chaste state.
“I’m going to remove your blindfold, gag and restraints now. However, I must just warn you that I am expected to report on your behaviour to your Mistress. Do you promise to behave?”
Jason gave a dejected nod. He felt the gag being removed and his vision retuned as the blindfold was subsequently withdrawn. His vision was hazy at first, taking, a while to adjust to the relative brightness of the room. The matron then removed his ankle and wrist restraints. Despite being free, his limbs felt limp, his body overwhelmed as a result of the intensity of the sensations that it had been subjected to for such a prolonged period.
“Just take a minute to compose yourself. You may leave as soon as you feel ready.”

***

After putting on his clothes, Jason made his way out of the premises towards the nearest bus stop. The throbbing sensations in his groin had not subsided and were worsened by the pressing of his boxer shorts against his chastity cage as he walked. His discomfort was exacerbated by the awkwardness of avoiding letting on to the public that anything was amiss with him. Mercifully there were not many people about and his bus was not long in coming.

While standing on the bus his thoughts turned to his Mistress. He wanted to be annoyed with but at the same time, admired the deviousness of her simple, but effective, means of ensuring that he was subsumed by an overwhelming desire. Despite his pent up state and the associated discomfort, he could not help picturing her in his mind. What would she be wearing? Thoughts of kissing her beautiful feet and the nape of her neck only made matters worse. What did she have in store for him this evening? Whatever it turned out to be, he had no doubt that his release would be earth shattering when finally granted.

***

After disembarking the bus and a brief walk, Jason arrives at his Mistress’s stately Georgian townhouse. He strikes the heavy metal door knock four times in the prescribed rhythm to alert her to his arrival. After waiting for a few seconds, he opens the door tentatively and steps inside quietly, closing the door shut behind him. He then makes his way through the hallway to the guest bathroom situated under the stairs. On entering the bathroom he finds his collar and leash placed on top of a small chest of drawers. He removes his clothes, folding and placing them in a neat pile on one of the empty shelves. Standing naked, but for his chastity device, he fits the leather collar around his neck. After securing the collar he takes a deep breath, his heart beating heavily with anticipation in his chest. He then makes his way out of the bathroom and lowers himself to his knees as required. He takes the end of the leash in his mouth and makes his way on all fours to the foot of the stairs where he waits patiently for his Mistress.

It’s not long before he hears footsteps coming towards him on the upper floor. He looks up to see Looking up he see his Mistress resplendent in her silk negligee and silver pendant earrings. She looks down at Jason and smiles while making her way down the carpeted stairs slowly. As she gets closer, Jason smells her scent which only adds to her allure. On arriving on at the step in front of him she leans down and takes the leash from his mouth.
“Hello my darling,” she says in a warm, honeyed tone, “So I hope you enjoyed my little surprise?”
“Yes, Mistress,” stammered Jason, overwhelmed by the feeling of finally being at his Mistress’s feet.
“That’s good my dear, I’m pleased that you’ve had your fun,” she says as she turns to walk back up the stairs. A gentle tug at Jason’s leash is his cue to crawl up the stairs behind her.
“Because tonight the pleasure will be all mine.”

– THE END (FOR NOW AT LEAST!) –