But the things I would do, though! The first month, after she found out that I still had a crush on another girl on the island (Melanie) she ordered me to dress in drag, and suck her current lover’s cock, right in front of everyone! I couldn’t believe she was serious! But she was. Though of course I protested, it was no use. Doubling over in agony after a shock to my balls, I did the unthinkable.
Aurora has reassured me that performing a homosexual act for her, does not make me one myself. Not that there is anything wrong with it either way; I have no problem with gays, but it took all of the courage I could muster to do what instinctively made me convulse with horror. In a way though, I later realized it was kind of a turn on, to be subjected to such humiliating behavior purely for her sake.
So anyway, one day, she had arranged a special test for me. Though of course, I didn’t know it at the time. I only knew that, that day, I needed some relief. The pressure in my loins was becoming unbearable. After having my cock locked in a cage, surrounded by hot girls all day and yet, not even able to even have an erection- it was torture! Plus waking up in the mornings with a boner that simply feels like putting your cock in a vise. She kept my cock resolutely locked up, and though I begged for a release- Just please, allow me the necessity of relieving some of the pressure!- She said no. “Good slaves need to earn their reward.” She said. But that didn’t stop her from deliberately flirting and teasing me, laughing about how I couldn’t get a proper boner anymore. The day before, we had been out for dinner on the mainland, just like a normal couple. (Slave-mistress protocol was typically reserved for either on the island, or when we were intimate at home) She had gotten up on my lap and ground against me, until I moaned for her to stop. I would have probably cum my jeans at that point, had I not been caged. This only made her squeal with laughter. I dropped her off at home. We kissed, she invited me in, and we slept together. Only, she slept. With her laying against me, still caged, I couldn’t sleep hardly at all and the warmth of her body next to me was like a torment. She had let me orally service her, and had even told me I was really good at giving head, but her rules, she said, were that her pleasure mattered more than mine. And I was fine with that. So…no penetration, not even a blow job. Nothing but nearly two weeks of pent up sexual frustration. She liked this, she said, because one of her sayings was “A horny man is easily led by his balls.” I couldn’t argue with that. With her, sometimes she meant that literally.
That was how our intimate lives worked, both on the island and off. Sometimes, it’s better to give than receive, I guess. In most other respects though, off the island, we were just like any other romantic couple.
And the next day, we were both supposed to go out to the island again.
So, that day, I was finishing up cleaning the toilets in the second floor of the island’s main mansion and party house, when Aurora strode in. She was wearing those knee high boots and that tiny red pleated skirt that drove me so wild when I first met her, that first day out on the island.