Page 30 of Learning to Trust

“It’s not your fault. I have been a Dom for a very long time, and I fucked up with you. You were upset, confused, and I should have pushed you to tell me how you felt so I could reassure you and ease your fears.” I studied David’s face. “I have no idea what it is about you that causes me to behave out of character.”

“Will you be punished here?”

"I'm unsure. I have left the manner of the punishment and location to Kyle as he's as experienced as I am, and it was he who pointed out that I'd fucked up with you."

“Oh.”

“I can’t allow you to attend since you’re a sub and it would affect the respect you have for me as your Dom.”

David shook his head almost violently. “I’'s not what I want, Sir. Seeing you being treated that way would affect how I feel. Will you allow me to be there after to take care of you?”

“Since you are the person I fucked up with, I will honor your request.”

“Thank you. Sir.”

“Do you have any questions?”

“No, Sir.”

“Arms over your head, legs spread.”

I buckled David into the restraints.

“I’m going to blindfold you because it enhances feelings.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Safe word?”

“Monti, Sir.”

I blindfolded David and removed the nipple clamps from the packet. After teasing each nipple to a hard peak, I applied a clamp. With both in place, I tugged on the chain. David bucked and shouted.

Climbing onto the bed, I set my hands on David’s waist and kissed over every inch of his body. The workouts and running had sculptured his body to perfection. When my mouth touched down on his and our tongues dueled, my cock hardened to epic proportions.

Climbing from the bed, I took the feather duster from the table and out of the package. The feathers were long, fine, and soft as silk.

I sat on the bed and dragged the feathers over the length of his body, stopping to pay extra attention to his trapped dick. The feathers caressed the flesh that was attempting to push its way from the cage. David yelled and bucked his hips.

After removing the butt plug, I replaced it with one that vibrated, switching it to the on position.

“Sir,” David screamed when I feathered his cock and it dripped precum.

David’s legs tensed when his determination not to orgasm firmed and his arms shook.

I continued feathering his body, leaned over, and kissed him deeply, feathering his purple cock which had swollen further and pressed further through the openings of the cage.

“Sir! Fuck!”

“David.”

“Sir, I can’t—”

I tugged on the chain of the nipple clamps and David screamed as he orgasmed, but it wasn’t the release he’d been chasing. Cum oozed from the head of his dick instead of spurting in streams as his cock pulsed, denying David the satisfaction he needed. His cock was restricted in the confines of the cage, and he’d experienced what I knew was a ruined orgasm. He would be left tiptoeing on the edge of a full climax.

I continued feathering his cock and balls as cum dribbled. Tears wet the blindfold and David writhed as he cried out.

“Please, Sir.”