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Levi sat by the front door of the House of Lamentation, waiting for his delivery, unwilling to allow any of his brothers to even see, much less lay their hands on this very special package. When the driver walked up to the door, Levi snatched the box, thanked him as he ran back inside, and raced upstairs to his room.
The box was heavy, but Levi wasn’t thinking about that, only about getting it into his room ASAP, and letting you know it had arrived. Still, he was out of breath by the time he’d closed and locked his door. He needed a few seconds to regroup before sending you a text that said, simply, “It’s here.”
His fingers were itching to tear into the tape and cardboard, but he wanted you to participate in the unboxing, so he waited until he heard your distinctive knock and softly spoken TSL password. He rushed to open the door and pull you inside, and he locked the door behind you. With a sly grin and a wink, you worked a spell to make the room impenetrable, a ward that not even Lucifer would attempt to break, knowing what it meant.
Levi pointed at the box, and you bounced up and down a bit with excitement. It had been painfully difficult to keep your secret safe, and it seemed that the two of you needed to make at least three excuses a day for the eyes you kept making at each other. But now it was here, and it was reality, and you both thought that would make keeping this particular secret easier.
Hand in hand, you walked over towards the box. Levi had already collected all the tools that would be required, and had set them next to the package while he waited for your arrival. You sat cross-legged on the floor next to him, and he graciously handed you a pair of scissors, handle first, inviting you to be the first to start the process.
Once the tape had been sliced, you both set to pulling apart the cardboard. You took each of the pieces out and set them neatly on the floor, and Levi did the same with the hardware, until the only thing left was the instruction manual. You looked at each other, then the little paper booklet, and then you grabbed his head and kissed him in a way that left no doubt that you were just as ready for this as he was.
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“Congratulations on your purchase of this fine piece of furniture,” you read from the booklet. “We have been crafting specialized items for over a decade, and take pride in the quality of our work. This portable milking chair gives you the sturdiness you need for maximum control and confinement, while allowing you to keep it discreetly stored away in the included zippered bag. Once the pieces have been assembled, it will take only a few minutes to set up or take down, allowing you and your partner to begin playing whenever and wherever you want.” Levi was looking a little flushed. The words weren’t particularly titillating, but the way you read them was.
“I…I can’t believe you actually want to do this.” he was shifting around on his heels, uneasy with being this aroused at the mere thought of what you’d be doing.
“I didn’t think I’d want to,” you admitted, “but you did a very good job of convincing me.”
He had done a good job. It had taken a while between him saying that he liked when you were a little sadistic, and you asking him what exactly he meant by that. As much as he always seemed to hate being so self-deprecatory, the thought of being dominated and humiliated by you had incredible appeal to him. You’d begun with tiny games, testing out scenarios from stories and videos, discovering each of your limits when it came to physical pain, favorite types of roleplay, maintaining some balance so that your relationship was still comprised of give and take, romance and lust, friendship and love.
In that way, Levi’s and your hesitance worked to your advantage. It had taken a long time, and lots of baby steps, to reach the point where you were ready - where you were both ready to try some more humiliating games. And once that point had been reached, you discovered that you enjoyed being the mistress to a submissive all-powerful demon as much as he enjoyed being your slave or your pet.
Purchasing something like this was so much more of a commitment than collecting toys and devices, small items that could be tried and discarded if they didn’t satisfy or stashed away easily for later use if they did. When you and Levi had decided to take the plunge and try something that was expensive and with a very singular use, it felt as if it were a giant step forward in your relationship. You now shared a level of trust that neither of you had ever felt towards anyone else before. It was exhilarating.
Looking at him, you could see that he was already aroused just thinking about it. So were you, but there was work to be done. You spread out the instructions on the floor.
“This thing ain’t gonna put itself together, babe,” you teased.
He flushed all the way up to his forehead, but he knew you were right and began organizing pieces.
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The chair wasn’t a simple piece of furniture. It was made to be sturdy in its final form, so there was a lot of assembling to do. Levi wasn’t the strongest demon, but he was still strong, so it fell to him to tighten screws and nuts and bolts after you’d gotten them started. After the individual components were finished, then the entire unit had to be put together. The builder included instructions on making sure everything was safe and secure. You both tested how sturdy it was, complimenting its workmanship as if it were a sofa or a dining table, suddenly a little shy now that it was sitting there before your eyes, its purpose abundantly clear.
You stepped in and attached the chains and straps. Levi was a little nervous about how far apart you placed them, but you promised him that if he didn’t like it, you’d move them. “But I’m sure you’ll like it,” you whispered in his ear after grabbing his shirt in your fist and pulling him down to your face.
He gulped. He took a couple of uneven breaths, not fighting against your hold.
“Yes, mistress, I promise I will.”
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“Strip,” you ordered. You never had to command Levi, although sometimes he wanted you to, just for fun. This time, though, he complied silently, and stood before you for inspection.
He enjoyed this part, when you touched him and demanded he tell you if he liked it and wanted more. You’d ask if he thought he deserved it sometimes, and his answers would depend on which game you were playing.
This time, you said, “Oh, do you want to have your balls pulled and stroked today?” He whimpered the affirmative as you were doing that very thing. He was having a difficult time standing still as you teased them all over. “Are you going to be a good boy and shoot out loads of cum for me if I do?”
“Yes, mistress, I promise.”
“What do you promise, Levi?” he hissed as you tugged a little harder than you had before.
“I promise…I…promise I’ll empty out…I’ll empty out my balls for you. Mistress. Please. I swear…I will.”
It was funny how playing these games in which you degraded him seemed to have given him more confidence, and how that confidence now made degrading him even more arousing to both of you. You held onto his scrotum, fingers wrapped around the narrow part, and led him to the chair. He went along perfectly, and sat exactly where he was supposed to when you released him.
He slid forward enough so you could reach through the round hole at the front of the device, and he moved obediently as you pulled his cock through, then tugged and lifted until his testicles followed. A tap from you on his butt told him to move forward until he was pressed against the back of the vertical plank. You secured him there with a smooth leather belt, which you buckled snugly behind him.
You cuffed his wrists to the top horizontal support, as far apart as you could. You cuffed his ankles to the back legs of the chair. He was nearly completely immobilized, and you felt your cunt squeezing at the sight of him, helpless, his cock and balls a toy for you to play with any way you wanted.
Levi was obviously beginning to understand his predicament, and was already almost fully erect, anticipating that whatever way you played with him, it was going to be amazing.
You were still, of course, fully clothed. You stood up and tenderly cupped his chin, tilting his face up towards you. His lips were parted. His eyes were taking on a glaze as his entire world began to center on his trapped, exposed, vulnerable genitals.
“Oh, Levi, you’re such a good boy. You want to make your mistress so happy, don’t you?” He nodded, as much as he could within your grasp. “Well, I want just a couple more things before we start. You can use your safe word if you need to, but I want you to try to be strong.”
“I will, Mistress. I’ll be very good. I want my mistress to be happy.” He’d said variations of this many times, but there was an intensity in his eyes that you hadn’t seen before. You committed it to memory, because you wouldn’t be seeing it for the rest of your playtime.
You hooked a leather collar to the vertical post, buckled it around his neck, allowing him very little room for movement, even though his neck and chin were above the frame. Then you brought out the black fabric hood. Levi squirmed as if he was frightened, but it was an act. Sure, he probably wanted to see what you were doing to him, but the sensory deprivation would make it feel even more intense. You gave him a gentle slap on each cheek and told him to behave, then slid the hood over his head.
He looked glorious. His cock bounced as he squirmed the tiny bit he could within his bonds. You knew you’d have to be careful and focus on drawing this out as long as you could, because what you wanted to do was dive in and suck an orgasm out of him right this very moment.
But that would be defeating the purpose.
You knelt down in front of him, slightly to one side, and loaded up your hand with lube. Slowly, deliberately, you spread it over him. Bit by bit you added more, until he was glistening all over, and his cock was twitching each time your hand moved away. He was moaning, rolling his head, pressing himself hard against the vertical plank, as if he were trying to deliver his cock into your hands.
“Oh, do you like that, Levi?” you teased. He grunted in the affirmative, and you went on. “Does my sweet demon boy like it when I pet him? How about we play a game. I’m going to try petting different places, and you just tell me what you like best.” You knew damn well he wouldn’t be able to do this, but the more vocal he got, the better you liked it.
It was a good thing your spell made the room soundproof. The only way Levi could tell you what he liked best was by volume.
You held his balls and pulled down as you stroked the underside of his cock, prodding against his frenulum. You pulled his foreskin back and pressed your finger against his slit, not breaching the opening, but widening it just enough that he cried out, “Oh, please. Please…”
You alternated squeezing him tightly and vigorously jerking him off until his shattered breathing sounded like he was close to orgasm, then brought him down with gentle strokes. “Poor Levi. Looks like I stopped too soon. You were just about to cum for me, weren’t you?” He was too desperate to speak. A few more rounds of this, and Levi was alternating hanging slack against his restraints and struggling desperately to squeeze every muscle tight enough to cum.
You released him completely and watched him struggle, cock bobbing and twitching, head turning as if he were looking for you despite being blinded by black fabric.
You stood and kissed him through the mouth hole of the mask. There were wet spots on his cheeks. The extended pleasure and denial of release had brought him to tears.
“Are you ready to cum for me, Levi?” He nodded. “Are you going to shoot a huge load for Mistress?” He nodded more vigorously. “Are you going to cover everything with thick, ropy jizz?” He began moaning “yes,” repeatedly, and you pressed your palms to his cheeks, holding him still. “What do you say to Mistress, then?”
“Please, Mistress. Let me cum. I want to be a good boy for Mistress!”
His tears had begun to flow in earnest, so you kissed him once more, and lowered yourself again to the floor. You applied more lube, and began a tight, steady stoking, praising Levi for working so hard to make you happy, commenting on how much fuller and redder his cock was getting, and finally speeding up and telling him how much you wanted to see him cum all over your hands, until he finally did, with a shout and shaky moans. You pulled on him from base to tip, extracting more fluid with each stroke, until his entire body had gone limp.
Levi hardly moved as you released him one strap at a time. He could barely even lift his head to kiss you after you removed the hood. You placed his feet flat on the floor, slid him carefully back through the hole, then put one of his arms over your shoulder so you could help him get up.
Unsteadily, reliant upon you for support, he made it to the futon he’d put in the room for the two of you to use together, once he was sure you were together together. He fell backwards in a limp heap, pulling you down with him.
You didn’t mind lying there with him. You didn’t mind the silence. You didn’t mind the mess. The way he made you feel now, surrendering to you, trusting you absolutely, loving you so much that he made himself utterly vulnerable to you, was the most important thing. Now and always.
His breathing became more even, until he emptied his lungs with a gigantic sigh. He rolled to his side and held you close. He kissed your forehead, your eyes, your nose, your lips. He wasn’t envious, because you were his alone. He wasn’t self-effacing because you made him feel important, valuable, loved.
“That was the most incredible thing ever. You’re the best Mistress a demon could ever ask for.”
“Well, you deserve it, because you make Mistress very, very happy.”
Levi rolled on top of you, looking into your eyes as you smiled up at him.
“I want to make Mistress happy forever. Like, really forever. Um…you know…you and me, a couple, in, you know, an official way.”
His confidence was failing a bit. You wanted to tease, but not too much.
“Goodness, Levi, are you asking me to marry you?”
His eyes shot wide open, and his back stiffened, but only for a second, when a smile spread across his face.
“Yeah. No, really. Yeah. That’s what I’m doing. I should’ve done it before, but I’m doing it now. Will you?”
“Well, you can’t make Mistress any happier than this. Yes, Levi. Absolutely. Let’s do this thing.”
There would be plenty of time to tell everyone about your plans later. Right now, Levi wanted to try to make Mistress happy again.