edging my little sub on the parking garage rooftop [edging] [chastity cage] [ball busting]

Alex is 24, tall and a little awkward, with short blondish hair and those soft brown eyes that still go wide every time I, Emmy 22, push him. I’ve been his dom for months now. I keep him locked in a tight steel chastity cage between our meetings and train him to edge for hours without ever letting him cum. He always shows up desperate and obedient the second I text.

Last night I told him to wait for me on the empty rooftop level of the downtown parking garage at midnight. Only his car was parked there under the dim yellow lights. The city skyline sparkled far below and cold concrete surrounded us. Security cameras watched from every pillar but I had already told him I handled them.

I pulled up in my black Audi, killed the engine and stepped out in my favorite skin-tight black leather dress. The zipper ran from deep cleavage all the way down to the hem that barely covered the tops of my thighs. I wore nothing underneath. My heels clicked across the concrete as I opened his passenger door and slid inside.

Alex was already breathing fast in the driver’s seat. His gray sweatpants were tented painfully over the cage. After two full weeks locked, his balls were swollen and pushed out fat around the steel ring.

“Hi, Mistress,” he whispered.

I reached over and cupped the cage through the fabric. Then I squeezed his trapped balls hard until he gasped. I loved how he squirmed instantly. That little flinch always makes me so wet because I know I already own every reaction he has.

“Yes, Mistress,” he answered when I asked if they were aching for me.

I slowly unzipped the front of my leather dress just enough to let my tits spill free. Then I yanked his sweatpants and boxers down to his ankles. The cage came off with a single click of my key which has been dangling around my neck for two weeks even at work.

His cock sprang out thick, veiny and already leaking after fourteen days of denial. I wrapped my hand around it and started with slow torturous strokes.

“First edge,” I said calmly. “Slap your own balls while I do it. Hard. And beg between every slap.”

Alex reached down, cupped his heavy sack, and slapped. The sharp smack filled the quiet car. “Please, Mistress… let me hurt them for you…”

I stroked him faster, twisting at the head, then slowed right as his hips started to buck. He slapped harder and his eyes watered. I loved watching his face twist. That perfect mix of pain and desperate need made my pussy throb. I knew I could keep him like this all night if I wanted.

“I’m your pathetic locked-up toy… please squeeze them… please kick them…”

I edged him like that for long minutes in the front seat. Slow strokes. Tight grips. My thumb circled the leaking tip and I stopped every single time he got close. Each edge forced him to slap his own balls harder. The wet cracks echoed off the leather seats while tears ran down his cheeks. The sound of his own hand punishing his sack while he begged was making me drip onto his seat.

When his legs started shaking uncontrollably I climbed over the console into his lap, facing him. My dress was hiked up around my waist. “Second edge. In my hand while you feel how wet I am on your thigh.”

I sank down onto his leg and ground my soaked pussy against his thigh while I pumped his cock in long firm strokes. Alex slapped his balls between my fingers and sobbed openly now. “Mistress… I’m so close… please let me cum… no — please don’t let me cum… I’m begging you…”

Every time he neared the edge I squeezed his sack viciously. My nails dug into the swollen skin and I gave his balls a sharp little kick with the side of my heel. I got so aroused feeling him twitch and whimper under me. His desperation was pure fuel. The way his cock pulsed in my hand right before I denied him again made my clit ache.

After the second edge I made him slide the seat all the way back. “Third edge. On your knees in the passenger seat, facing me.”

He climbed over awkwardly. I spread my legs wide on the dashboard, leather dress open and pulled his head between my thighs while I reached under and stroked him. “Slap them harder while you lick me. Count every slap out loud.”

Alex buried his face in my pussy and licked desperately as he slapped his own balls. “One… thank you, Mistress… Two… thank you, Mistress…” His voice vibrated perfectly against my clit with every count. I kept edging him with slow teasing strokes. I stopped and squeezed whenever his tongue sped up too much. I loved how his whole body trembled. It turned me on so much to feel him fighting the orgasm I refused to give him.

He made it to twenty slaps before his whole body trembled on the edge again. I pulled his head back by the hair and slapped his balls myself. Three hard stinging smacks that made him cry out into the night air.

“Fourth edge. Bent over the hood of your own car.”

We stepped out into the cold night air. I pushed him forward over the hood with his ass toward me and his legs spread wide. The city lights twinkled below us like we had an audience. I stood behind him. One hand reached around to stroke his throbbing cock while my other hand and foot worked his balls.

“Slap them yourself while I edge you. Loud enough for the cameras to hear if they’re still on.”

Alex reached back and slapped his swollen red balls over and over while I pumped him mercilessly. I brought him right to the brink again and again. I squeezed them tight, twisted them and kicked upward with my heel in sharp little taps that made his knees buckle. Every time he begged “Please let me cum, Mistress,” I answered by squeezing harder and telling him “Not yet.” The power rush was intoxicating. I could feel myself getting wetter with every broken sob.

After what felt like an hour of constant edging: front seat, my lap, his face buried between my legs, bent over the hood… his cock was purple and leaking nonstop. His balls were bright red and hugely swollen.

I finally sat on the hood, pulled him between my spread legs and stroked him fast and tight while looking him dead in the eyes. “Last edge. Do not cum. Slap your balls as hard as you can and beg me to lock you back up for another month.”

Tears streamed down his face as he slapped his tortured sack with everything he had. “Please, Mistress… lock me for another month… I don’t deserve to cum… I’m your denied ball toy… please hurt them more…”

I gave his balls one final brutal squeeze. My nails dug deep while my hand flew over his cock. He screamed and sobbed on the edge, body shaking violently and couldn’t hold it any longer, so he came hard right onto my dress. I stopped mid stroke to ruin his orgasm and pinned his hands above him. His dick was throbbing on its own in the air. Shooting thick ropes onto me.

“Good boy,” I whispered and kissed his tearstreaked cheek. I loved how completely broken and obedient he looked. It made me so fucking aroused knowing I could do this to him whenever I wanted.

I slid the steel cage back on his throbbing ruined cock and clicked the lock shut.

I zipped my leather dress back up, clicked back to my Audi in my heels and drove off the rooftop not looking back once. I was already planning how much longer I’ll keep him denied next time.