First of the requested shorts

The first story request; released from chastity with numbing cream. This was requested by Harvey.

Harvey lay bound to the bed, his naked flesh exposed and vulnerable. The chill of the metal restraints sent a shiver through his body, but it was his aching cock, trapped within its cage, that held his attention. His wife, Samantha, loomed over him, her expression cold and her eyes glittering with a mix of amusement and cruelty.

She was a stark contrast to the vision of femininity Harvey had become accustomed to. Her lengthy hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, and she wore an oversized hoodie and tight leggings. The casual outfit should have made her seem approachable, but to Harvey, she had never looked more untouchable.

"You don't deserve to see me naked, Harvey. You don't get to enjoy my body unless I allow it, and today, I don't feel like sharing." Her voice was like a whip, lashing at his ego. "This body is for my bulls, for the real men who know how to please me. You're just the pathetic cuckold who can't satisfy me."

Her words stung, but a part of him reveled in the truth they held. He wanted to be the one in control, to throw her down and take her with the passion and dominance she craved. But that wasn't his place.

"I know, Mistress," he muttered, his eyes cast downward, shame heating his cheeks.

Samantha smiled, a cruel twist of her full lips. "You know what I love, Harvey? I love the way a real man's cock fills my mouth. The way I can tease and suck and lick until they're begging for release." She traced a finger along the outline of his straining erection, encased within the unrelenting metal. "I bet you wish that was you, don't you? Wish you could feel my lips wrapped around your cock?"

His breath quickened, and he struggled against his bonds, desperate for any kind of sensation, no matter how painful. "Please, Mistress... Let me taste you. Let me worship you with my mouth. I'll do anything."

She laughed, a harsh, mocking sound. "Anything? You'd do anything I asked? Prove it."

Harvey froze, his eyes widening as a new wave of desire and fear washed over him. "Y-Yes, Mistress. Anything."

Samantha leaned closer, her breath warm on his face, and whispered, "Good. Because I have a special treat for you tonight. But first, I want to hear you say it. Beg me to let you suck my bull's cock."

Harvey's heart pounded, and he knew his fate was sealed. As much as the thought revolted and aroused him, he had no choice but to obey. "Please, Mistress... let me suck his cock. I want to taste a real man... for you."

Samantha's laughter filled the room, a cruel melody that echoed off the walls and twisted inside Harvey's heart. "You really are pathetic, Harvey. I bet you'd do anything to get some sort of pleasure, wouldn't you? Just to feel like a real man for a second."

He swallowed, his throat dry as the reality of his situation sank in. "If it pleases you, Mistress."

Her eyes narrowed, and her smile turned sly. "You know, it's been one year since I locked your cock up in chastity. 365 days since you last came, isn't that right, Harvey?" She ran a painted nail along the length of his shaft, encased in its metal prison. "That's a long time to go without an orgasm, don't you think?"

Harvey's breath hitched, and he nodded, his eyes pleading. "Please, Mistress... I'll do anything."

"Anything, hmm?" She feigned consideration, tapping a finger against her chin. "Well, since it's your birthday, I've decided to be merciful. I'll let you cum, Harvey. I will stroke your cock for whole sixty seconds, and in that time you are allowed to cum."

"Thank you, Mistress!" Harvey's voice cracked, his body trembling with anticipation. The key turned in the lock, and the cage swung open, revealing his painfully hard cock, throbbing with anticipation.

"Look at that," Samantha cooed, leaning in for a closer inspection. "Already hard and ready to go. Although, I have to say, it's a little disappointing. My bulls are so much bigger, so much more impressive. Yours is just..." She waved a hand dismissively, "Well, it's underwhelming."

Samantha's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as she traced her gloved fingertips along Harvey's straining length. "Can you even remember the last time you came, Harvey? I'm sure it's a distant memory by now." She tutted, shaking her head. "One full year of denial... That's a long time for a weak man like you."

He whimpered, arching his hips involuntarily toward her touch, desperate for any sensation. "Please, Mistress... It's been torture. Let me have this release."

"Oh, you'll have your release, don't you worry." She paused, a sly smile playing on her lips. "But I never said it would be a pleasurable one."

Harvey's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. "What do you mean, Mistress?"

With deliberate slowness, Samantha produced a small tube from the bedside drawer and squeezed a generous amount of cream onto her gloved palms. "You see, Harvey, I can't have you enjoying this too much. So, I took the liberty of acquiring a little something to ensure your pleasure is... dampened."

Realization dawned on him, and he began to struggle against his bonds with renewed fervor. "No, Mistress, please! Not that! Anything but that!"

Samantha merely laughed, the sound dripping with sadistic joy as she rubbed her palms together, the cream creating a slippery, glossy coating. "Oh, but I insist, my dear Harvey. I can't have you forgetting your place."

"Please, no..." he begged, his voice cracking as he realized the cruel fate she had in store for him.

"Hold still." She gripped his hips firmly, pinning him in place as she began to massage the cream into his cock. Her fingers slid effortlessly over the sensitive skin, their touch rendering him numb. "This will ensure you don't enjoy your orgasm quite as much as you'd hoped."

Harvey's whimpers turned to soft sobs as the cream took effect, stealing away his sensation. "No, Mistress, please... Don't do this..."

"Oh, I think I will." She gave a cruel laugh, her eyes fixed on his now-numb shaft. "I'll wait for this to take full effect before I give you your precious sixty seconds of release. You'll be desperate and aching, and yet, you'll feel nothing. Quite the birthday gift, don't you think?"

Harvey's tears flowed freely, his body shaking with the realization of his cruel fate. Samantha had ensured that even in the rare moment of permitted release, he would be denied the pleasure he craved. As the cream numbed his most sensitive areas, he knew that his orgasm, when it came, would be hollow and empty, a cruel reminder of his powerlessness.

Samantha's gaze softened, a mockery of tenderness, as she watched Harvey's pathetic display. His whimpers and soft sobs only added to her amusement, the sounds of his distress like music to her ears. With a final caress of his now-numb cock, she stood, smoothing her leggings and popping the lid back on the tube of numbing cream.

"There, there, Harvey," she cooed, her tone condescending. "Don't be such a baby. It's for your own good, really. Can't have you forgetting your place, can we?"

Harvey's pitiful whimpers were his only response as he lay defeated, his body lax against the bonds that held him. The sting of humiliation burned in his eyes, but Samantha merely smiled, her pleasure evident.

She turned, sashaying to the bedside table where her phone lay, the device a sleek contrast to the erotic torture chamber that was their bedroom. With a practiced flick of her thumb, she unlocked the screen and brought the device to her ear, dialing with deliberate slowness.

"Hello, darling," she purred, her voice a low, sensuous drawl. "It's Samantha. I just wanted to finalize our plans for tonight. I have something special in mind, and I can't wait any longer."

As she spoke, she ran a hand through her hair, her gaze falling briefly to the messy ponytail. "Yes, I thought I'd wear that little black dress you like so much, the one that shows off my curves. And those new stockings I bought... You're going to love the way they feel when you—"

She laughed, a throaty, genuine sound that held a hint of the passion she reserved for others. "Of course, I will. And don't worry, I've been saving something special just for you. I plan to let you fuck my ass tonight. Yes, I know how much you like it when I—"

Her eyes drifted to Harvey, whose whimpers had transformed into soft, anguished moans as the numbing cream took full effect. The realization that he was utterly denied even the slightest hint of pleasure caused his shoulders to shake, his breath coming in harsh gasps.

"Oh, don't worry, I'm taking care of that now," Samantha continued, her voice warm with satisfaction. "He's all tied up at the moment, whimpering and completely at my mercy. It's quite the sight, actually. His cock is throbbing, desperate for release, but I've taken care to ensure he won't be enjoying himself too much."

She paused, her eyes glittering with cruel delight. "Yes, I know you'll love it. See you soon, darling. And don't worry, by the time you get here to pick me up, he'll be locked and out the way"

Samantha ended the call, her finger lingering on the screen for a moment before she placed the phone on the bedside table. Her gaze fell on Harvey, his eyes now dull and resigned, and a cruel smile curved her lips. She sauntered over to the bed, her movements lithe and predatory.

"Now, now, none of that," she chided, noting his glistening eyes. "You should be happy. I'm finally granting your birthday wish, aren't I?" She picked up the timer, set it for sixty seconds, and placed it next to the phone. "Your moment of freedom is here."

With deliberate slowness, Samantha straddled Harvey, her weight pressing against his restrained body. She leaned forward, her hair falling around her face like a curtain, and brought her lips close to his ear. "Are you ready for this? Your moment of release is about to begin."

She reached down and wrapped her gloved hand around his cock, now completely numb, and began to stroke. Her movements were firm and calculated, her grip tight as she pumped her hand up and down his length.

"Mistress, I can't feel anything!" Harvey cried, his voice hoarse with desperation. "Please, let me feel something! Anything!"

Samantha laughed, the sound like a knife twisting in his heart. Her strokes quickened, her hand a blur as she pumped his shaft with growing intensity. "Does it feel good, Harvey? Do you like the way I'm jerking you off? Do you wish it was my mouth on you instead?"

"Please, Mistress... I can't feel it!" Harvey's pleas turned to desperate sobs as he realized the cruel truth: he wouldn't be able to cum. He wouldn't feel the pleasure he so desperately craved.

"Oh, I know you can't," Samantha purred, her breath hot against his ear. "But that's the beauty of it, isn't it? You're so close, yet so far. The release you've longed for, the one you've begged for... and you can't even enjoy it."

Harvey's eyes were wild, his body straining against the restraints as he tried to will himself to orgasm. But as Samantha's hand worked furiously, her latex-clad fingers sliding effortlessly along his numb length, his cock began to soften.

"What's the matter, Harvey?" Samantha mocked, her eyes gleaming with malicious delight. "Can't cum when you can't feel anything? What a pity." She laughed, the sound like shattered glass. "Looks like my little cream did its job a little too well."

Harvey's breath came in short gasps, his eyes fixed on the timer as it ticked relentlessly toward the end. "Please, Mistress... Give me more time. I need more time."

"Time?" Samantha chuckled darkly. "You've had your full minute, and you couldn't perform. That's your fault, not mine." She slowed her strokes, drawing them out as she savored his desperation. "Let's count down the last ten seconds, shall we? Then we can lock you up and forget about this little... incident."

Harvey's eyes widened, his breath catching as he watched the seconds tick away. "Nine... eight... seven..." Samantha drew out each number, her voice like a song of torment.

Harvey's body trembled, his testicles drawing up in a futile attempt to climax. But it was hopeless, and they both knew it. "Six... five... four..."

"Please, Mistress!" Harvey's voice cracked, his tears falling freely as he accepted his fate. "It's no use! I can't... I can't do it!"

"And whose fault is that?" Samantha countered, her voice silken steel. "Three... two... one."

The timer beeped, signaling the end of Harvey's brief moment of freedom.

"There, there, Harvey," Samantha cooed, her tone laced with false sympathy as she dabbed up the little pre cum which had leaked with a tissue. "Don't cry. You can always try again next year."

Harvey's sobs racked his body, his face buried in the pillow as he processed the depth of his humiliation. Samantha, unmoved by his despair, retrieved the chastity cage from the bedside table and locked it into place, securing his cock once more.

"There," she said with a satisfied sigh, "all nice and secure. Let's keep you locked up for another year, shall we? Maybe by then, you'll have earned the right to try again."

Harvey's tears continued to fall, his body limp against the restraints as the reality of his prolonged denial sank in. Samantha, unfazed by his distress, smoothed her hair and stretched, her movements casual as if she'd just finished a satisfying workout.

"I'll have to remember to thank the manufacturer of this cream," she mused, reading the tube with a smile. "It worked even better than I'd hoped."

Harvey's muffled whimpers were the only sounds in the room as Samantha sauntered to the door, her hips swaying with each step. With one last glance at her defeated husband, she blew him a mock kiss.

"Sweet dreams, Harvey," she said, her voice heavy with sarcasm. "I'll be sure to tell you all about my night when I get home. I'm sure it will be much more enjoyable than yours."

And with that, she left, the click of the door a harsh punctuation to Harvey's misery. Alone in the dimly lit bedroom, he cried into the pillow, his body shaking with a mix of emotions: shame, desire, and the crushing weight of his denied existence.

His thoughts tortured him as he replayed the events of the night, the cruel game Samantha had orchestrated, and the hollow, numbing sensation that had left him utterly defeated. As sleep eventually claimed him, it brought no solace, only the haunting memories of his frustrated release and the bitter taste of chastity.