"I know baby, you don't like cumming in your cage but this is the only way you're allowed release."
I clicked the vibrator up a level and the vibrations became not just louder but bordered on violent as I held my grip pressing it hard against his cage causing it to rattle at the contact.
"I love you like this, watching your muscles contract and twitch as the latex compresses and bends to your movements."
He moaned and whined through the gag and twisted in the straitjacket.
"Don't fight it baby, just hug yourself and try to ride through as best you can. You can't break out so why bother even trying."
I turned the level back down savouring the ride teasing him on the edge for a little longer, even wrapped in latex and muffled I could still read him like an open book, I could see how close he was and how cramped the hole all that release was trying to squeeze through.
"Just think baby after months and months of denial you'll finally have a release but if you cum like this in your cage then there's absolutely no way you're ever cumming another way ever again. I wonder if you're leaking into that condom right now all drip, drip, drip like a leaky tap or if your body is savouring it all up as if somehow a more pent-up release will make a caged orgasm more satisfying."
Lowering the setting again I watched with fascination as he writhed in his bonds as the impending orgasm receded from the cliff edge.
"Don't forget baby, you've surrendered your orgasms to me, I own them, I own your body, your mind, your entire existence..." clicking the vibrator to max I laughed a little as my squirming little pet strained in his binds, leaning closer whispering into his ear I lightened the pressure so while the vibrator was maxed out the sensations faded as the latex lifted away leaving only ghostly sensations of pleasure.
"This will only happen when I want and I'm not ready yet."
Moving the vibrator down to his thigh I let him feel what he was missing out on and I watched as he pathetically tried to chase the wand but with his movements restricted as they were it was a futile endeavour.
He mumbled something and I knew immediately what he was trying to say. 'God please!'
"Yes sweetie I am your god, your goddess who lets you worship the ground she walks on. So remember baby, while it might be about your pleasure today, tomorrow, the next day and the next, every single day is about me and my pleasure, you'll obediently serve me, do my chores, clean my dishes, wash my clothes, soak my latex and dry it by hand, you'll lick me wherever I want and fuck me with everything I desire except your locked up little cock. The days will blur into weeks which will roll over into months and maybe even years just for times like today where your worship earns you a release."
Licking the latex covered ear I nibbled on it a little before twisting the knife a little bit more.
"I've got a confession sweetie. I'm really thinking about not giving you an orgasm."
The way he whimpered at my statement had my thighs clenching on instinct, he looked so pitiful and I felt like I was on cloud nine, it was fucking hot having this power and I am forever grateful for him in entrusting me with it.
"I think the way your little mound is twitching against the latex as you try to fight the cage is all the proof I need that you agree with me."
A moaning no reverberated through his gag.
"But my desire to be mean, to deny and delay is outweighed by my love for you sweetie..." I inched the vibrator a little closer to his cage and watching his body tense up in anticipation was made all the more sweeter by his lips already slipping thanks and platitudes. "But you have to do something for me first before I give you this."
Rolling the vibrator on the spot where it rested I waited for his fighting against the gag to elicit a semi-coherent 'what?'
"I want lots of noises, no clenched jaw or constrained whimpers, I want growling and screaming. If I don't think it's good enough then we have all night and for each orgasm it takes they will be deducted from your yearly amount."
Watching him nod so earnestly was heartwarming. My pathetic little latex creature desperately wanting to make me proud.
"Ready baby?" I moved the wand to just shy of the cage hovering over and I'm sure he felt the energy reverberate through the air. To say there was a lot of nodding from him seemed like an understatement.
I didn't give him a chance to adjust, in one quick movement I pressed the wand firmly against his cage, hours of teasing and edging ensured it didn't take long to bring him to a climax. At first I thought we were going to have to do this again as his whole body seemed to seize up becoming still as he pulled the bonds to their extreme limit while his lungs sucked in air all that came out were whimpers until like an elastic band he snapped back, he dropped his groin down sinking into the bed, a desperate act to run from the wand, debating whether to let him go so he'd risk a ruined orgasm seemed so tempting but I didn't want to be so cruel so I followed with the wand pressing harder against the cage making it clear that he had nowhere to go. After that attempt to flee failed he collapsed like a house of cards twisting and turning in place but what made me the most happy was his delicious noises, that little whimper did something his little manhood crushed into the cage could not, it grew, building in his lung was a noise that had me on the verge of my own orgasm when I finally heard it, he tried to say something but instead of forming syllables he growled, his head lifted up in some vain attempt to either get away or extract some form of control over the situation or perhaps ask the bound energy just rushed to his head as it was the only piece of his body not bound to something else, to be honest I didn't know and as I milked that sound from him I didn't care, I just snuck my free arm underneath bent my elbow so my hand was resting on his forehead and I pulled him back down.
"That's it baby good noises, you're doing so well."
Even locked away in a crushing cage I could tell just how much pleasure he was deriving from this. Shaking and screaming body twisting as it humped against the wand, I would make sure he remembered this feeling, to be putty in my hands, torn apart by the vibrations and put back together by my kind kisses, soft whispers and gentle hands so that when this moment finally came to an end. He'd remember how much pleasure even a cage orgasm gave him and as the denial ticked away into months he'd do anything to earn it.
