🌞 Aching Hunger, Chapter 2: You Love to Hate the Pain [ES01.1]

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I put down my book to mindlessly check notifications on my phone, and I suddenly remember that I've left you tied to your bed. Over twenty minutes have passed now. It's a little longer than I intended to leave you, but I figure the wait'll do you some good.

I enter the room again, and you're a sight to be seen. A pathetic, muffled whimper mixed with a sigh of relief leaks out of your mouth. Your mouth is still stuffed with the used, now dry and crusty dildo, but it's kinda sadly falling to one side now, kinda like the leaning tower of Pisa.

And you, you just seem, I don't know, defeated. But your cock, your cock is nice and soft now, just like I want. Perfect for getting it back into your chastity cage.

I slowly release your hands and feet from the cuffs, and you groan, as one by one, they earn their freedom. As you remove the dildo from your mouth, I present to you your chastity cage. And you already know I expect you to put it on yourself, but you still ask me to do it.

You're kinda relentless that way. Nope, I tell you, it's a chore to me. Besides, you know, as soon as my hands touch your cock, it's just going to get hard again, which obviously defeats the purpose of getting you in it.

As you put on your device, I meander over to the window. A poetic irony suddenly dawns on me that I especially enjoy. The birds flying around freely while I make you stuff yourself in a tiny cage.

Soon you tell me you're done. I come back to you, sit beside you on the bed, and do you the honors of snapping shut the padlock. I can see you're pouting.

You never hide it very well. And of course, it's not long before you ask me the one question that I know is burning a hole inside your brain. It's pretty much all you can think about.

You want to know if I'll actually let you come tomorrow like I hinted. I walk back to the window again before answering you. I watch the wind play with the branches and leaves.

I look at the recently trimmed, vibrant green grass. And then my eyes again find the seemingly careless birds that are flying around. I begin smiling.

You want to come, so I will give you your freedom. I turn back towards you, take the key off the chain around my neck, and I hold it out to you in my open hand. Confusion washes over your face.

You're probably wondering if this is just another one of my tricks. But I encourage you to come get the key. You retrieve it from my hand, and as you pick it up, I say to you, tomorrow evening at eight, you can take off your cage, but not a moment before.

You ask me if I'm coming over then, tomorrow at eight. I give you a kiss, and with a smile, I tell you that I'll see you very soon and walk out the door. The night is long and cruel.

Excitement about being let out of your cage, mixed with your lethal lust. Well, it's basically the perfect concoction for insomnia. But there's something else that's bothering you.

Is it that I didn't give you a definitive answer about tomorrow? What does very soon mean? Or is it just that damn key to your chastity cage I entrusted you with, sitting on your nightstand, openly mocking you?

It's 4.30 in the morning now. Fuck it, you think. Might as well just get up, work out, and start your day.

Work was a welcome distraction, but still a challenge to get through all the same. Eventually, though, you make it through the day, and now it's roughly five minutes before eight. You're expectant, exhilarated, exhausted.

Still no word from me, but you remain hopeful. Soon, it's 8.30. You've already taken the liberty to remove your cage like I said you could, but you're still waiting, still hoping, for any sign of me.

But eventually, your hope turns to disappointment as 8.30 turns to 11.30, and you're still alone. Still not a peep from me, and it's clear I'm not showing up tonight. You drag your sorry, tired ass to bed and pass out, thankful that tomorrow is the start of the weekend.

Another day passes, and still no word from me. And then another day. Eventually, you succumb to lust.

You're frustrated and horny and hurt. I left you the key to your chastity cage and said you could take it off, and then I disappeared. So, you're positive I'm expecting you to come given this apparent opportunity.

Especially after a brutal denial, and especially after being left alone for three days now. But if this is some kind of test I'm putting you through, you're choosing to fail it, miserably. You'll deal with your consequences later.

Right now, you have to deal with your lust. So, you spend ten minutes or so sifting through some porn, find something that fits the bill, and you finally jerk off. It was the saddest orgasm you ever had.

Of course it felt great to come, but after going through so much torment, and then not even being rewarded with an orgasm from me, it crushed you. All that pain. All that denial.

All for nothing. You send me one last message before going to bed. Something along the lines of, I had a huge orgasm tonight.

I wanted to wait for you, but you're not responding, so whatever. I guess I'm a free man. Have a great night.

You're being a bit of a dick, and you know it. But you just want something from me. A reaction.

Anything but silence. But silence is all you get. Well, almost.

You do hear from me the next day. I send you a quick text apologizing for my absence, but explain some things have come up, and I'll be M.I.A. for a while.

Three more days pass. Then a week. Then two weeks.

And nothing but crickets. I'm a ghost. You feel empty.

Gutted. Forsaken. Sure, you can and do see other women.

You can fuck them whenever you want. However you want. They give you whatever you want.

But that's the problem. It's not what you need. Getting what you want easily is fleeting, unfulfilling, unrewarding.

Not getting what you want easily, having to work for it and earn it, and sometimes never even getting it. There's something profoundly gratifying in that. Sometimes not having is greater than having.

It's what keeps you obsessed. So you endure the torment from me. The denial.