Please, I Need to Masturbate

I held out for almost a month and a half this time, but my body had been screaming at me for at least a week. I needed some relief and there was only one way to get it. I had to call the bitch and beg and then… well, that was the big unknown. I would have to debase myself some way but, each time the things she made me do to be allowed to spurt were worse.

“Andrea,” I said when she answered, “please, I really need to…”

“Oh,” she purred, interrupting, “does my little faggot boy need to play with himself?”

“Andrea, please can we talk?” I asked.

“I thought you wanted to have a little audition with your hand puppet,” she chuckled.

“Andrea, we need…”

“A meeting to milk the lizard?” she laughed.

“Andrea, please this is serious,” I said. “I need to meet you and…”

“You mean you need to meet with mother thumb and her four daughters?” she quipped.

I was beaten and I knew it. Why I had ever set her up to be my keyholder with the punitive conditions that I, myself, had insisted on was a mystery. I had asked for a cruel, unforgiving, bitch and that is exactly what I had gotten. I had found a woman that I was sure couldn’t be swayed by pity or any other emotion that might make her lenient and then convinced her to lock my dick up in an inescapable chastity belt.

The conditions for my release were left to her but, only after at least one week and then only after I had performed some degrading, humiliating, shameful, disgusting, sickening, revolting, repulsive task of her choosing.

It had started off with some fairly normal tasks. I had to lick up my own cum. I had to jack off in my own mouth. I had to let her whip me while I beat off.

It went on like that for a while and then the tasks got kinkier and more demanding. I had to serve her friends in drag, then serve them and masturbate in front of them. Then she started making me sexually serve a group of her girlfriends before she would grant me release. That progressed to being an all-day servant with maid, sexual and toilet service where I was a urinal for a multitude of women before she granted me my relief.

As a result, the timing of when I called her went from one week to two to three to… as long as I could stand it before my body didn’t care how degraded it was going to be I just needed a release.

Now, here I was six weeks without a spurt and I had to have one but, the last time the bitch had spoon fed me her shit. Spoonful by spoonful until I consumed it all and then had made me hold the last