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On The Ninth Day of Yiffmas, Jakealope Wrote For Thee...

Nine Days Denying

Is today the day?

God, I fucking hope it is.

The thought of sweet, sweet release was really all I'm thinking about anymore. Wanting to get off. Wanting to get out of this damn cage. Wanting to be rewarded for my patience.

"What patience?" My mistress scoffed when I told her the same. "It's been literally nine days. Whining about nine days like it's been forever. It's fucking pathetic."

"But it has been forever!" I complained.

"No. Nine days is nothing. You're lucky I'm even considering the thought of letting you out to play."

The hourglass skunk standing before me was clearly not happy. Hands on her hips and foot tapping impatiently on the ground; oh yeah, she was definitely not pleased. But what am I supposed to do--roll over at her every demand? That's not what I wanted, obviously, so I shouldn't let it happen!

The counterargument I was building in my head was axed before it even begun as she told me, "Would you prefer me to treat you like my exes? They didn't complain after a month of two."

"No!" I immediately answered, and she nodded knowingly to that.

"Then don't second-guess me, hun."

"Alright. Fine..."

Her eyebrow cocked up. "Can you say that nicely?"

"...Yes Mistress Marina."

"Good pup."

Making Mistress Marina mad was the sure-fire way of not getting anything. That's why you were in this cage in the first place. Mistress' punishment when you talked back a little too much one night. She'd had the cage at the ready, and with one turn of the key, I was silenced into submission.

She doesn't even tell me how long I'd be kept in this godforsaken thing, and I wasn't expecting more than a day or two. But then a few days later, I was still locked up. And then an entire week passed by--except it felt like it crawled by with how agonizing it was. I could touch my mistress, but could never touch me.

For nine days I've had no action--nine days!

Nine.

Days.

So obviously I was delighted when she pulled the key out of her purse.

"Alright pup, give me access."

You opened your naked legs to reveal the bane of your desires; a small, pink chastity cage, looking so innocent while bearing the brunt of your pent-up frustrations.

Mistress Marina smiled at the sight, ears perked upright, advancing no closer while she admired my small problem. One finger ran up and down the golden key, like she was still flirting with the idea of using it.

"Have I ever said how much I love seeing your small dick locked up?"

"Yes you have... mistress..." I said through gritted canines.

It was a frighteningly recurring comment of hers. I think she was trying to convince me of the same thing, but I didn't want to be happy to see my dick locked up. She already told me I was the smallest she'd ever had--which was still a little over five inches, thank you very much--but it felt like all I had was a nub when I was in the cage.

"Aww, come on pup." Mistress lifted my chin to meet her face. "You can show more gratitude for my compliment than that."

"Yes, mistress. I... I love hearing you talk about my locked-up dick."

"You missed a key detail, pet."

I resisted the urge to cover my face. "I love hearing you talk about my locked-up, tiny dick."

"Ooh. Tiny? Even I didn't use that word. That is so cute that you think that, hun. In fact, if you love it that much, maybe I shouldn't--"

"No! Please, mistress, please..."

She tilted her head, and a damning smile spread across her muzzle.

"Mmm, as much as I want to hear you beg more--okay pup. I'll let you out." My breath came out in a guttural sigh, but as I watched mistress creep ever closer to my caged crotch, she waved a hand at me. "No peeking, pet."

So I looked away from my mistress as she did her work down below. All I had to do was comply and I'd finally be rewarded. After nine days, I'd finally get my rocks off. I was eagerly imagining the heavy load I'd shoot into my mistress' pussy. I'd fill her up nicely tonight.

The click down below was met with a release of pressure. It was a nice feeling. It was the feeling of freedom. Finally I had my dick back. I was going to be able to use my manhood for its purpose.

But the pressure came back.

It was a quick, painful pressure, and then the same tightness I'd grown accustomed to for the past nine days. Something was wrong. I'd been free for just a moment, but the feeling of freedom was now gone... again?

"Mistress? What is...?"

"Shh. Don't worry pet, I'm all finished, you can look again."

I was afraid to do just that.

Please don't be what I think it is...

I looked back down at my crotch, and I'm struck with a sight I'm nearly too embarrassed to look at. My dick is still caged, but even more so; my old cage is in mistress' hands. My new cage, the same pretty pink as the old, is smaller--much smaller, and much, much tighter. Honestly, I'm surprised she'd gotten it on. Had my dick put up that little of a fight?

"What do you think, pet?" mistress Marina asked me.

"I... I thought... I was getting..."

"I did tell you that I'd let you out. I never said for how long. It only takes a little bit to switch out the cages, and I didn't want you to get overstimulated, so I tried to make it quick as possible. And look--" she touched all around my prick but, as had been for the past nine days, I felt next to nothing. "You fit so nicely in the new one. So much better than this one, which was way too big."

I looked skeptically at the old cage in her hand. Had that been too big for me? It seemed like there was barely any room inside it, and it certainly felt tight when I wore it the past week. But it definitely was bigger than the new one that was fitted on me. It's like I'd been downgraded from a cramped hotel room to a cardboard box out in the back alley, and I was supposed to be perfectly fine with it.

"Alright pup. Your mistress wants some playtime."

"But what about--"

"Ah ah ah, no whining," mistress scolded. "Whining is what got you locked up again in the first place."

With her hands around my balls, I literally had no room to complain.

"Yes mistress. I understand."

"Good pup. Wipe off that frown, too. You should be excited to please your mistress." Her own grin faded as she stepped over my prone body. "Lie all the way back."

I did so without hesitation. I'd been dropped another peg lower. How much lower until I hit the bottom? I might not be so far away from knowing the answer to that question.

Two orbital cheeks drew my attention back to the present. Her ass hovering above my face, and above that, her wine-red eyes stared at her prey--me. Her right paw was lifted over me, dragging roughly against each side of my muzzle, then pushing under my chin, positioning me for the main event. One final press of her foot against my nose, asking for a tender kiss from her boy toy, and then it was time to get the show started.

"Cute puppy."

Those were her final words to me before shutting off my world. She dropped to her knees and descended without any theatrics. With her body facing mine, her cheeks were planted directly onto my eyes, tail covering the rest of my head. I disappeared under her magnificent rear end. One moment there was light, then next... Pitch black darkness was all I could see, and the thrumming of blood through her body was all I could hear. Two of my senses gone, just like that.

And two of my other senses overwhelmed at the same instant.

The wonderful smell of my mistress called out to me. The sweet nectar of my mistress blessed my tongue. Immediately I was lapping up her cunt like there was no tomorrow, matching my speed and ferocity to her pace. I did the things I was taught she liked, as well as the things I was taught to like.

I did love pleasing mistress Marina. She was the love of my life, and her enjoyment was mine. Her pleasure was pleasing to me. Her ecstasy was a drug delivered to my brain. But other parts of my brain were dissatisfied, still. There were parts of me that hated this one-sided affair. Mistress had her toys and my tongue. What did I have? A throbbing cage was all I had to show for my devotion, and boy was it throbbing right now.

So fucking tight--argh...

"So fucking good--anhh..."

There was no perhaps to my disappointment being her bliss. She did this to me because she got off to it. It was a power move. She was breaking me down. What she desired was a weak-willed puppy that she could drag around on a leash. She did this to her past boyfriends. I know this because she told every little detail, all the time. She called herself a "brat-tamer".

Yes, I ignored all those red flags. I told myself I could be the difference. I could fix her, because why wouldn't I try? She was a bombshell of a woman--like, waaay out of my league. I wanted to at least try. Gods, I wanted to try so bad for her.

My first and last mistake--the same mistake she tricked countless others into making, all for a taste of her sweet juices. And once she was done with me, I'd be tossed to the curb, just like the exes before, because where was the fun in a broken toy?

Breaking them was the fun part.

"More sucking... harder... nnnffhh."

I did as she asked. I did _only_what she asked. I was a fucking drone, no different from a toy bought off the shelf of a sex store. And soon I'd be a broken toy to throw in the bin, and she'd find another toy to snatch up in her claws.

I was giving in. I was fucking pathetic, just like she hinted to me every day, a little more at a time. Why was I letting it happen?

"...ahhh... nnnmmmhh... yes puppy. Yes..."

I used to know myself. Whoever I was now was not me. It was a husk of me that only knew how to use his mouth for pleasing his mistress. Nibbling and suckling on her clit was all I was now good for.

"...I'm close, hun... fuck I'm--ahhh!"

I withstand the painful pressure of mistress Marina's cunt grinding me hard through her climax. She moaned out a melody that carried the strength of her domination and the mewling weakness of my defeat. This was my breaking point, and she and I both seemed aware of how quickly I would begin to shatter.

Light flooded back into my world, and I heard my mistress call out to me, "Mmm. That's a good puppy. You pleased your mistress--enough for me to forgive your attitude earlier."

Of course that meant nothing that actually constituted a reward. Instead, mistress Marina leaned over my side and wiped one finger across the tip of my cage. She inserted the drooling digit into her mouth, tasting my denied arousal like it was liquid gold.

"Mmm... Delightful. Wish I could have more, but we both know that's not a good idea." Her red eyes matched the same unspoken malice painted across her grinning snout. "Nope, not yet. No playtime until your punishment is over."