[DOMSUB] [CHASTITY] A Chance

She unlocked him, for the first time in a year.

It was the anniversary of his locking, and she placed a beaker with a line drawn in marker.

“If you can fill this up to the line in 24 hours, I'll let you fuck me with that cock. Otherwise, you'll be locked for another year,” she said.

His cock was almost instantly hard.

It had been a month since his last prostate milking, and his first climax into the beaker made an audible spurt sound hitting the glass walls. Careful to not waste a drop, he rubbed his cock head against the rim of the beaker. He was hard again soon.

After he came for the third time, he felt calmer.

His domme was so benevolent to let him have this time. He wished it was her her hand, or even better her wet pussy milking these juices out.

His hand absently reached down to his asshole. He did miss being reamed by his domme though.

He found a dildo and started filling his ass with it. He'd never been fucked while unlocked, and the excitement made his fourth cum almost as large as his first.

The beaker was almost a third full. "No sweat," he thought to himself. He could almost feel her sweet pussy.

The next few hours he took it a bit easy. Idly stroking his dick while relaxing on the couch.

Normally he would be in his maid attire, his little dangles bouncing as he pranced from job to job. His domme gave him the day off, and even provided a little show for him.

She bent over in the kitchen to clean up a stubborn stain on the floor, and he saw her shaven pussy winking at him as he scrubbed.

Instantly hard, his soon-to-be-conquered hole in sight, he furiously rubbed out what was his tenth orgasm of the day.

The beaker was maybe 3/4 filled.

He took a brief nap on the couch. He was exhausted. His underused shaft was chafing a bit, but with his eyes on the prize, he wouldn't be stopped.

He was awoken by the sounds of a familiar voice in the kitchen.

His domme’s girlfriend was in the kitchen, with his beaker in hand?

She brought the beaker up to her lips to take a drink, and the subby little boy looked in horror.

She spit what she'd drank in the sink, then poured the rest down the drain.

"Rachel, I think your milk has gone bad. This smoothy tasts terrible," she called out, then winked at him.