RTD 13. Monday Blues and Birds

The Roll of the Dice

Gene woke up in a deep fog Monday morning. The night before, he was exhausted and fell asleep quickly after Cindy went upstairs only to wake up with a series of erotic dreams through out the night. The scenario in the dreams changed but he was always looking at white thighs and pussies all night. Sometimes he was out on a date with Teri and she had a remote vibrator in her or he was watching Cindy walk down the mall nude. Most times he did not fully wake up but simply fell back to sleep in another fantasy of a pussy just out of reach. But three or four times he woke up completely. He found his shoulders and wrists aching from the cuffs and his dick hard and pulsing with his thoughts mostly on Cindy. He knew she was waiting for him upstairs but he was so tired. In his entire life he never remembered being hard for as many hours as he had been this Sunday. The constant sexual tension had left him where his entire body felt heavy and only his dick seemed to still be alive.

He lay there awake picturing Cindy lying legs wide open her body nude underneath her night light. She didn’t normally sleep nude, but she had told him she would sleep nude as long as he was in the cage. He could remember her saying, “when you wake up I want you to think about me and stay hard.”

Why did her saying it make it true. As he lay there his dick hard and throbbing he knew that somehow she had believed she had this power over him and it had become reality. He did not want to believe she had this power, and she wouldn’t if he could just not think about her lying up there with her perfect body nude and a big evil grin on her face. He knew, that she knew she was making him hard. It was the mutual knowing that made them both turned on but the sexual intensity was on another level for him because they both knew he had no way to relieve what had become his personal and growing agony. His agony bound them together even when they were apart; she knew he ached for her and he knew she felt great pleasure in knowing he suffered from wanting her. Her nudity and evil half grin was her way of telling him that she owned him and that she controlled his dick.

He knew every time she woke up she would smile thinking what she was doing to him, or perhaps even laugh outloud. And somewhere tomorrow she would remind him of her powers. He lay there struggling against her powers. The only way that seemed to work was concentrating hard on something else, but not too hard or sleep would not come, and replacing the thoughts and images he had of her body with thoughts about this new object. The sad state of affairs of his income taxes worked the best but it was not compatible with sleeping. Finally a breathing meditation allowed him to return to sleep only to wake what he guessed was a couple of hours later with more thoughts of Cindy and another persistent erection. Without the cage being there he could just masturbate and relieve all this tension. He guessed that it took him thirty to forty five minutes to get Cindy out of his head enough to get rid of his erection and go back to sleep. As he finally passed back out, he told himself over and over that her power over him was not real. All he had to do was not think about her perfect ass and her sexy confident attitude when a nightly erection woke him up.

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