How a slave is trained to beg to have it's chastity period extended and it's useless cock tortured.

Kneeling in the darkened room, I have the image of my Goddess in my mind.  Today might be the day, after six long months without release.  Yet I must beg my goddess most sincerely to extend my chastity another week, and to instead torture by cock most cruelly.

Let me explain.  After being allowed to cum, Goddess assigns an initial chastity period of four weeks.  She places a large green circle on the calendar, Saturday four weeks hence -- that is the day!  Each Saturday after finishing my chores I find myself kneeling in this position in the dungeon, summoning the strength to beg her to extend my chastity and to torture my cock.  This is because of her rules.  She has trained me to dread an orgasm, to fear it like nothing else, and then beg not to be forced to have one.  She enjoys the irony, the power, and the depravation.  However, deprevation is only worsened by having an occasional taste of what is mostly denied me.  For that reason she insists I have three or four orgasm per year.  This serves to reinforce my dread and to hieghten my deprivation.

So this is how it works.  After giving me an hour to summon up enough sincerity, she enters the room.  She immediately asks me if I am horny and want to orgasm. Always I must speak the truth to my Goddess, so I answer "yes Goddess."  She usually smiles and touches my cheek before answering "It is nice to want.  This is what I want -- I want you to beg me very sincerely to extend your chastity another week, and to instead torture your cock for an hour."  Sometimes she tells me to beg for more than a weeks extension and often more than an hour of torture, depending on her mood and my behavior the past week. 

I beg most pitifully and with all the sincerity I can muster.  If she is satisfied with my begging and is in the mood she will grant my wish.  She will then cross out the green circle on the calendar, and advances it one week.  Occasionally when cruel she wll "reward me" for excellent begging and advance an additional week.  I am then put in restraints, standing and with a spreader bar.  My chastity device is removed, and the torture commences.  In general, Goddess does not enjoy physical sadism per se, she enjoys control, deprevation, and my service.  Hence the torture is generally ritualistic, efficient, and without emotion.  She simply hurts me.  For her, the only reason to have a penis in the house os to torture the slave it is attached to.

When done, she cleans me up and re-locks the chastity device. Often she will spit on me and deride me for being a worthless bitch.

However, if she is not happy with my begging, if I am not sincere enough she decides not to extend my chastity.  Sometimes, even when pleased by my begging, she will smile and tell me that "it amuses her not to grant my wish" and will not extend my chastity.  She will then punish me for my lack of sincerity, or for her amusement.  Punishment consists of first an hour-long severe beating using canes, crops, whips, paddles, and floggers.  Again, this is methodical and mechanical, meant to punish, not for fun.  She leaves marks that last the entire week.  When done with the beating, she then proceedes with the hour-long CBT as well.  And, of course, my inevitable and dreaded orgasm moves a week closer.

If there are still more weeks of denial ahead, she cleans me and re-locks me for another week.  But, if there is no more time, I MUST have an orgasm.  It is how she makes me orgasm, and what happens afterwards, that instills the dread.

First Goddess fills a small glass with her nectar and places it on the floor.  I must kneel on all fours in front of her, straddling the glass.  She sits upon her throne with a stopwatch,  I am instructed to look in to her eyes (the only time I am ever allowed eye contact) and not look away.  She then gives the instruction to begin.  She counts each stroke I make upon my deprived cock, and the stopwatch counts each second.  I am highly motivate to finish as quickly as possible, to cum but not enjoy it, to keep under a minute if possible. Every drop must land in the glass of her nectar.  When done, I must thank her profusely and beg to drink the glass of nectar and cum.  Only when it is all consumed does the stopwatch stop.

She usually then will slap me -- hard -- and call me a lustful bitch, thinking only of cumming, and not of her needs.  It is time for the most deraded punishment.  She ties me spread-eagle to to the bondage table, and then gets her meanest whip -- used only at this time.  It is a small cat-o-nine-tails with very thin knotted strips of leather.  The tips have small metal barbs.  She then tells me what the punishment is.  I receive one stroke of the whip for each second the stopwatch ran, and one stroke for each stroke I made of my deprived cock.  So if it takes me a minute to cum and drink the piss and cum filled glass, and it takes 30 strokes of my cock, the punishment is 90 lashes with this cruel whip.

The whipping is especially cruel because as you all know, submissiveness and pain tollerance goes down significantly after coming.  Plus, she gives no warmup and no after care.  She swings the whip with consierable force and no mercy, qucikly, brutally, and fast.  My cock always has welts and abbrasions after such a beating, often some bleeding.  When done, she coats my cock and balls liberally with Ben-Gay.  She takes a glass of wine and sits beside the table,  listening to me scream for an hour or two as the Ben-Gay does it's evil and then wears off.

The she goes to the calendar and places a green circle, four weeks hence.  The cycle of the Goddess is infinite.

So I kneel here now in dread.  This is October and I have cum only once this year.  She insists on at least three, and at most four, each year.  Surely today will be the day.  Despite the dread, the anticipated pain, and the years of training, after six months of denial -- I am having trouble summoning up the required sincerity for my begging. 

Please dear Goddess, please Goddess, add another week to my chastity.  Please Goddess, will you torture my cock for an hour.  Please please Goddess, push needles through the head of my cock.  Please hang 10 lbs of weights on my balls and force me to swing them.  Please, Goddess, you are divine.  Please whip my cock with your crop.  Please encase it in the tight leather spike-lined sheath and then grab it hard, forcing the spikes in to my useless cock.  Please Goddess, use your ruler and beat the head of my cock until it is bruised and I am limp inside the sheath.  Most of all dear Goddess, please extend my chastity another week.