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The Visitor - Ari's story (Chapter 1.1)

The Visitor - Clara's story (Chapter 1.2)

The Visitor - Jasmine's story (Chapter 1.3)

The Visitor - Clara’s story (Chapter 2.1)

The Visitor - Jasmine’s Story (Chapter 2.2)

“The Visitor” - Ari’s Story (Chapter 2.3)

I luxuriated in the hot water of the shower and reached for the key hanging from the soap dish. Unlocking my chastity cage, I washed my tiny limp penis.

Freshly released from the cage it was useless and laughably small.

Physically if left out and encouraged it would recover, but mentally, I’d been rewired, I no longer associated sex or orgasms with being erect. Cleaned, I replaced the tube over my penis and clicked the lock shut.

I’d been in chastity so long, it felt like a normal state of affairs. In the early days, it had been intense, particularly when my penis strained to escape its confinement, a physical expression of my denial.

After wearing the cage for prolonged periods, and learning to sleep overnight, things had become easier. There was still the constant reminder that I was locked. It was like an ever-present tease… one that followed you everywhere.

Not being able to get erect, or touch, my penis also made me feel different, less macho, more feminine.

In fact, it awoke in me a long-standing fantasy… being magically transported into a female body for a week and spending it being an absolute slut.

I enjoyed sex as much as the next man, but I wasn’t particularly good at it. I often came too quickly and the more I tried to avoid an orgasm, the quicker I’d explode. I envied the length of time it took a woman to cum, the length and strength of their orgasms, and the fact they could cum repeatedly.

Most of all, I was jealous of the submission, I didn’t want to be in control. I wanted to be taken, to submit, and be fucked senseless.

I loved it when my wife Clara took over, and rode me cowgirl, it felt like I was the one being penetrated. I’d lie back in my submission, moan my pleasure, and pretend that I was a woman receiving a good pounding.

Sadly, Clara’s vaginismus meant that, she avoided penetration, and in combination, with my premature ejaculation, our sex life petered out to nothing.

That’s when I had first started experimenting with wearing a chastity cage, denying myself in secret… I loved it. But it was only a matter of time before I was caught by Clara, who took some while to process the idea.

Eventually, the seemingly vanilla Clara, freed from the threat of penetrative sex, revealed her inner dominatrix. She was good at it, controlling and with a flair for knowing just what made a submissive tick.

Clara enjoyed being spooned and feeling my cage between her buttocks. She enjoyed to tease, and would finger herself provocatively, then roll over and sleep, leaving me horny and denied.

What really got Clara worked up was masturbating in front of me, selfishly pursuing her own orgasm and watching the effect it had on me.

The first time I came in my cage, surprised even me, I suppose it shouldn’t have done given my history of premature ejaculation.

The effect on Clara was intense, initially she giggled then rubbed her pussy to orgasm with an animal intensity I’d never seen before.

From that first time I came in my cage, four years ago, I had never cum uncaged. I now usually came limp as well, my body knew there was no point in getting erect any more.

In fact, my redundant little penis rarely if ever got hard, I could go months without even a twinge nowadays.

That had been my reality for years until the wild card of my wifes friend and her gorgeous pussy.

Jasmines introduction into our household had shaken things up. After my first glimpse of Jasmines pussy, I was rock hard in my cage. Desperate to be released, I’d never felt denied so badly before. Out of the shower, I dried myself, lay on the bed and waited for my wife. I hoped from her vague promise that she was going to take me with a strap-on, a prized treat.

Clara when she arrived had bound my hands and feet to the bed.

One minute, Clara was sat astride my chest teasing me about Jasmines pussy the next she climbed off and my view changed.

Behind Clara, Jasmine was fully naked and absolutely gorgeous.

She was short, slim and boyish, her breasts tiny but with prominent nipples. She was toned, without an ounce of fat anywhere. Below her washboard tummy rose a massive smooth pubic mound, and the lips of her “innie” pussy were silhouetted against the light shining through a wide thigh gap.

A string of “girl juice” hung from her labia, culminating in a dribble that glistened on her leg, which ran downwards as she shifted from foot to foot in anticipation.

Seconds later she had replaced my wife straddling my face and I could taste her slippery excitement.

Jasmine was so wet I felt the rivulets of her cum running down both my cheeks. She tasted of pure sexual lust, and I feverishly cleaned and drunk her in.

Jasmine arched her back in ecstasy thrusting her wide-open pussy onto my face and probing tongue, which hungrily explored her gaping hole.

I didn’t know my wife was watching and masturbating but I heard her orgasm, an unusually loud wail of pleasure.

As Clara came, Jasmine came in sympathy, her pussy rhythmically contracting on my face, in a long drawn out orgasm.

I continued to tease her folds, concentrating on prolonging the after-shocks of her orgasm.

By the time Jasmine rolled off my face my penis was uncharacteristically hard in its cage and I was desperate to cum.

Even caged, I could probably have managed to make myself cum, but with my hands and feet bound I was in no state to do anything. Never in my life had I felt so close to orgasm but been unable to tip over the edge.

My wife snuggling up to me from one side, her friend from the other did nothing to lessen the deep ache of denied orgasm. The smell of sex in the air, the wetness of their bodies and the taste of pussy in my mouth didn’t help either… I retreated inside myself to silently scream.

When I opened my eyes Jasmine was standing over me alone. The chastity cage key on the end of a chain nestled between her slight breasts was the first thing I noticed… perhaps she was going to unlock me?

Jasmine didn’t unlock me, but she did uncuff me. When she picked up the strap-on harness I expected her to put it on. Instead, she pulled it over my feet, and motioned for me to lift my bottom in the air, as she pulled it around my waist.

As she tightened the straps I stared at my massive fake penis, short but girthy, and most definitely fully erect.

My real caged penis was tiny but was definitely trying to get hard. As Jasmine first sucked then stroked the dildo with a lubed hand, I felt my orgasm starting to rise and fought to control myself.

When she rode my fake penis while telling me she wanted me deep inside her it was all too much and I spurted in my cage, pumping cum between her ass cheeks.

Jasmine didn’t last much longer, her face contorting with a huge orgasm. But she wasn’t finished, rolling off me she demanded to be fucked missionary.

I obliged, thrusting my borrowed huge stiff cock into her repeatedly, while my tiny caged dicklet slapped her cum soaked ass with every stroke.

Jasmine screamed with more orgasms before going limp.

Taking off my harness we embraced, her quivering pussy hot and wet bushing against my caged dicklet, the key to the cage still provocatively around her neck.

Exhausted we slept.