Cock Logic Ch. 06

Cock Logic Chapter 6.

After he picked up the bedpan, he headed to the stairs, stretching as he walked. As he began to ascend the stairs, he saw his underwear again, reminding him of where this all started, which now seemed so long ago. Then there were all the other pairs as he rose, again making him wonder until he needed to refocus on the pan held in his hands to avoid sloshing the contents on the steps.

The door at the top had been left unlocked and as he pushed it open, he listened to where she might be in the house, then followed what he thought he was hearing. As he entered the kitchen, he stopped to look. She was on a stool at one of the kitchen counters, legs crossed tightly, robe draping to either side of her. The entire length of her legs was revealed as her robe draped to either side of her thighs.

She looked at him standing there with his bed pan and said, "Will this get you moving?" As she uncrossed her legs and spread them to either side of the footrest, he did start to move with his eyes locked on her glistening core. He felt like he was in a dream until she snapped, "That's enough, look at me. Place that pan on the counter. Eggs and berries in the refrigerator, bread on the counter, you can figure it out. Make mine and yours scrambled, toast with light butter, berries to start. Also, an orange juice and coffee for me, the bedpan for you."

He placed the pan down and saw his yellow effluent slosh from side to side as he felt sickened by what he saw and imagined. His mind began to question again, but for reasons he could not understand, his cock made a small rise. He set to work trying to ignore the pan and whipped up an easy breakfast and upon hearing her directive, poured the contents of the pan into a large glass and added a bent straw to it. He avoided looking at her while he worked.

As he took the beverages and plates of food to the table, he began to feel dread. He placed her food before her and placed his where she indicated, patting the chair right next to her. He saved his glass of piss for last, placed it with his plate and sat. The chair he found himself on differed from the other chairs and she quickly rose and secured his wrists to carabiners located on either side of the seat. She went on to attach his ankle cuffs to the bottom of the front chair legs, then sat back down next to him and gave him a quick peck on his cheek.

He stared at the yellow glass in front of him and wondered how he would manage. However, her fumbling with a key and removing his cage redirected his thoughts. She let out a small laugh when he immediately began to harden for her, once again.

As she grasped his cock, she explained, "I want to make this easier for you. I can tell it's your first time. You can gulp it all down at once and get it out of the way, or you can sip, savor then swallow. While you sip and savor, I will rub your cock. When I see you swallow, the rubbing stops."

He felt her holding his cock which felt good by itself, but he did want more. He heard her tell him she would give him a small preview and felt her thumb run along the head of his cock. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment until she stopped and said, "Let's eat."

He really wanted to suck it all down in one fell swoop, but his cock argued otherwise. Of course, his cock won arguing that after the first taste his mouth would taste the same whether he sipped fast or slow, so he steeled his mind to accept a slower pace.

He leaned forward and took the straw in his mouth; he took a small sip and held it in his mouth. He felt her thumb resume its petting of his cock head. His initial urge to swallow and clear his taste buds changed to now trying to hold his tepid piss. The taste did not matter; she was good at applying just the right pressure to control his pleasure. His cock told him to continue. He held until he felt he had to swallow. She stopped.

He saw her fork land on his plate and spear an egg curd, followed by a rise to his mouth that he hurried to open. He grabbed the morsel with his teeth but swallowed quickly as the taste was tainted. She continued to feed him, telling him she wanted to keep his energy up and to enjoy this attention; after all, he could be on the floor eating from his bowls.

He could see those bowls beyond the table, stainless steel, gleaming, but on the floor; one empty, the other filled with water. He thought that without the attention to his cock, he would love to have his tongue in that bowl of water to clear his palate. She had stopped pressing food into his mouth and he knew she was waiting for him to resume his liquid nourishment. He took another slow sip and made sure she knew he was holding it as she went back to work. They continued in this way until the eggs were gone, her meal was finished, his glass was half empty, and his toast had been broken into pieces. There was now only one taste in his mouth despite the solid food, and he no longer had an appetite, at least for food, but his cock was still hungry for attention.

During one of the periods of holding in his mouth, and enjoying her hand, he heard her, "You will find that I like to pair pain with pleasure or in this case, difficulty with pleasure, until they are one and the same. Pain becomes pleasure and the difficult becomes pleasure, all for my pleasure, simple, isn't it?"

He did not respond to her rhetorical question, but understood her goal, and in his present situation, could easily see it happening. She went on, "Of course, I am not training you to drink your own piss, I am just preparing you to savor mine."

He could imagine that, seeing her looking down at him, locking his mouth to her, seeing a sly smile, then feeling the warmth and flavour pervade his tongue. Yes, he could see the pleasure it could provide her and in turn, him.

With the last piece of bread, he took one last sip to drain his glass and determined to hold for as long as he could which allowed him to close his eyes and feel pleasure from his cock, pleasure she might not grant again soon. The taste had ceased to bother him; he had become numb to it. He enjoyed until he heard her tell him that is enough as she released. He swallowed and turned to look at her. She could have such a warm smile when she was pleased. Then she squeezed his balls until his cock softened, then put the cock cage back in place and locked it.

She leaned down to release his ankles, then released the wrist cuff nearest to her and told him to release the other. She crisply told him, "Get me another cup of coffee, clear and clean the dishes and feel free to drink water from your bowl."

He rose and moved the dishes to the kitchen to rinse and load the dishwasher, but before fully clearing the table, he made her a cup of coffee and placed it in front of her as he heard Good boy. He moved quickly through cleaning in the kitchen in a hurry to clear his palate with water from the bowl. After cleaning the pan he cooked eggs in, he dropped to the floor on all fours and bent his head to the bowl.

He dropped his face to the water and stuck out his tongue. He dipped the tip in and held it there. It felt good to wash the taste away, then he bent further and placed his lips on the surface and slurped a large slug of water and swirled it in his mouth further clearing the taste, while also hearing her, "Baby boy, you are so cute at your water bowl, I could sit here all morning and watch you drink. When you are done, crawl over here and finish my meal for me."

Perversely, hearing her words, as debased as he was drinking form a dog bowl, he felt a surge to his cock and a surge of pride that he was pleasing her and that she would let him please her further. He hurried to slake his thirst and clear his mouth, then crawled under the table to her now spread thighs. He looked up at her face through the glass-top table and heard her, "You know what to do, get to it."

He did move in quickly, and she was so hot and humid. He realized she had been heating up the entire time she had fed and stroked him. He started slowly but immediately felt her hand pull his head tight against her and with very little effort, she was gushing and covering his face. He tried to keep licking, but she pushed him away and closed her legs.

"You have been such a good boy. I think I could use you even harder, but not yet. Get yourself in the bathroom, leave the plug in, call when you have exchanged your leather restraints for the neoprene ones I left on the counter, but wait."

He understood and thought it was best if he crawled out on all fours.