Internalization

He was naked in front of her in chair pose, his weight pushed forward onto his tiptoes. She could see his legs trembling with the effort to maintain the position. His hands were high, his gaze toward the sky. As far as she was concerned, there was no need for him to be looking at what she was doing. It was none of his business.

As she'd suspected, the physical effort was keeping his dick limp, which made it easier for her to apply the cock cage.

When she was finished, she sat back and admired her work.  

"You look so lovely," she said with a silky voice, knowing he was suffering. Of course, that was partly why he looked so good to her.

"Thank you, Mistress," he replied, not daring to ask for relief.

"I do hope you will keep up with your yoga practice," she said, "next time maybe we'll do this in wheel pose."

He groaned inwardly but said out loud, "Yes, Mistress, of course I will."

Finally she decided he'd had enough. "Child's pose," she commanded.

She enjoyed having him on his knees prone before her. She pet his head with her foot then slipped a toe beneath his lips. "You may kiss it in gratitude."

The warm sensation of his lips on her toe sent shivers through her. It had been a good session and she was happy. She was also happy because of what was about to wrap up the encounter.

She took him through a high plank, and then moved one leg and then the other forward until he was in a deep yogi squat. "Prayer hands," she said. "Bow your head before me."

Her heart leapt a little to see him in such a vulnerable position, legs spread open, cock caged, head bowed, hands in a position of supplication. It moved her to see the trust he had, made her feel a tenderness toward him.  

But it was a tenderness clothed in cruelty.  

"I am so pleased you want to give your cock to me," she began. She could see him smile. She hoped he enjoyed that for the moment because he might not be smiling soon. "I take it on as a huge responsibility. It is something beautiful for us to share, don't you think?"

"Yes, Mistress, thank you for accepting my humble gift."

"Mmmmmm, I'm glad to hear you've learned to express your gratitude." She sighed contentedly. "That makes me so happy."

"Now, look at me."

Without moving the rest of his body, he raised his head to meet her eyes.  

She reached her hand forward and caressed his cheek. "Such a good boy," she crooned. She played with his ear then traced his jawline with a single finger. The motion made him shiver. She stopped at the tip of his chin, then slowly descended the midline of his throat. She gathered the loose skin there and pulled gently at it, intensifying her gaze into his eyes. Then she cupped his Adam's apple with her palm. She gave the tiniest squeeze.  

His dick instantly began to struggle against the walls of its new prison.  

She maintained the pressure on his throat with her right hand and picked up the key with her left and showed it to him.  

"Tell me, what does this represent?"

"That you are making me suffer right now?" He answered, a bit snarkily for someone in his current position, but she laughed.

"I like that. Tell me more."

"It represents the trust I have in you?"

The intonation was that of a question. She tilted her head quizzically. "Are you asking me or telling me? I would hope that if we have gotten to this point, you are no longer questioning your decision to do this with me. And maybe, might take it a little seriously..."

He felt the sting of her slight reproach.  

"Yes, Mistress. You are right. It was not a question; I trust you with this very important part of me in the deepest way possible."

"Much better." She liked putting him in his place. "Anything else?"

She could see him pondering if he should say more. His thighs had to be aching in the squat; his throat was still in her grip.  

"The key you hold represents the ultimate demonstration of my submission to you."

She smiled her huge, happy grin. "The ultimate. Demonstration. Of Your. Submission. To Me." She paused between words, savouring the feel of them on her lips. "That's so beautiful. Thank you."

She raised the key to his mouth. "Kiss it."

His lips puckered as he gave a kiss to the small object that represented such big things.  

"Good boy," she murmured. Not moving her right hand, she brought the key to her own mouth with her left and also kissed it.  

"We should keep this precious symbol of your submission somewhere safe, don't you think?" 

"Yes, Mistress, I agree."

"Good."

Then, smiling evilly right into his soul, she popped it into her mouth and swallowed it.  

"I hope you appreciate how fully I accept your gift to the very depth of my being." 

She giggled, obviously having been waiting all day to say that. He, on the other hand, was not laughing. He, for once, was speechless.

"That will be all for today," she advised, still chuckling. "I imagine you'll have some questions for me later. For instance, I imagine you'll want to figure out how you're going to retrieve that precious symbol of your submission. But, for now you may dress and go home."

She let go of his throat, stood up, and left him, with his dumbfounded dick, alone in the room to internalize his new unexpected predicament, which she obviously, gleefully, had already done.