u/Shadykingcolor

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Do you ever meet someone who makes such an enormous impact on your life that, years later, you look back fondly and realise you can't imagine your life turning out the way it did without them?

And then, in the very same breath, you think:

Why the hell did they have to make that impact in quite such a way?

For me, that person was my Aunt Alice.

Now, before anyone gets the wrong idea, she wasn't my biological aunt. It was simply a term of endearment that stuck.

And as grateful as I am to Alice for everything she did for me, everything she taught me and everything she ultimately instilled in me, I still sit here today and think:

That bitch needed to be fucking hospitalised.

Aunt Alice was quirky, to say the least.

I met her through my pen pal, Lauren.

Lauren was beautiful.

Gorgeous, actually.

That was probably the main reason I'd continued writing to her for as long as I had.

Pen-palling was one thing, but our emails and messages had gradually become flirtatious. We teased each other. We exchanged the occasional picture.

You know how these things go.

Then summer break was approaching, and Lauren managed to convince her aunt to let me stay with them as part of an exchange programme.

It helped with the flights and other expenses, meaning my family only had to cover half the cost.

I was ecstatic.

I'd spent years corresponding with Lauren, and now I was finally going to spend real time with her.

I had absolutely no idea what I was getting myself into.

When I landed in France, a chauffeur was waiting to collect me.

Unfortunately, Lauren wasn't.

I knew Lauren lived somewhere in southern France, on a huge family estate owned by her formidable great-aunt, Alice.

Lauren had always described Alice with a strange mixture of affection and fear.

"She is very strict. Critique everything. Even spanks the staff. It will nice to have an ally."

Whenever Lauren sent messages like that, I'd assumed she was simply using the wrong English vernacular.

Something I intended to help her with.

Amongst other things.

The estate was called Château Beaumont.

It wasn't technically a château in the fairytale sense.

It was worse.

It was real.

A sprawling eighteenth-century manor surrounded by immaculate gardens, stone terraces, fountains, orchards and acres of woodland.

The sort of place that looked as though it had been built by someone who considered ordinary houses an insult.

Lauren was waiting when I arrived.

"Wow."

She smiled.

"You like it?"

"It's incredible."

"I told you."

"You did."

She slipped her arm through mine.

"Next, I will introduce you to my aunt. Just remember one thing."

"What?"

"Alice expects manners."

I laughed.

"I have manners."

Lauren looked at me.

"You have American manners."

I frowned.

"What does that mean?"

"You'll find out."

She smiled.

"If you're not careful."

Alice was waiting in the entrance hall.

My first impression was that she looked like someone who had been born knowing exactly what she wanted.

She was tall, elegant and severe.

Her dark hair was pulled back neatly. She wore a perfectly tailored black leather jacket over a simple blouse and trousers, with polished boots.

There was nothing casual about her.

Nothing uncertain.

Nothing inviting.

Her gaze travelled over me.

Not rudely.

Clinically.

"So."

Her English was fluent, though unmistakably French.

"You are Taylor."

"Yes, ma'am."

One eyebrow rose.

"Ma'am?"

Lauren winced.

I immediately realised I'd made a mistake.

Alice turned towards Lauren.

"Your room is ready?"

"Yes, Aunt Alice."

"Good."

Then she looked back at me.

"Come."

My first day was extraordinary.

Alice gave me a tour of the estate, and despite myself, I was fascinated.

There were rooms filled with antique furniture, a library containing thousands of books, a conservatory, a formal dining room, a music room, a wine cellar and a greenhouse.

The gardens seemed to continue forever.

I'd never seen anything like it.

Yet something about Alice was beginning to bother me.

She evaluated.

Corrected.

Instructed.

"Do not touch that."

"Stand there."

"Close the door."

"Walk on the stone path."

"Do not step across the flowerbed."

I tried to be respectful.

But by dinner, my patience was beginning to wear thin.

Dinner began at seven.

Alice explained the household rules with the sort of calm authority that suggested she had never once considered that anyone might argue with her.

Breakfast was at eight.

No phones during meals.

No shouting.

No arguments.

No food wasted.

No entering private rooms.

No wandering beyond the marked estate boundaries.

I listened.

Mostly.

Then Alice mentioned that guests were expected to contribute to the running of the household.

I laughed.

Alice looked at me.

"What?"

"I thought this was an exchange programme."

"It is."

"Not a work programme."

Lauren immediately lowered her eyes.

Alice's expression hardened.

"Do you consider work beneath you?"

I regretted the question as soon as it left my mouth.

"No."

"You laughed."

"I just didn't expect it."

"Perhaps expectations are your problem."

I was tired. Jet-lagged. Overwhelmed.

And still trying to process the fact that I'd travelled thousands of miles only to be lectured over dinner.

Then I made the mistake of saying exactly what I was thinking.

"This isn't what I signed up for."

The room went silent.

Alice placed her fork down.

"No?"

I realised I'd gone too far.

"I didn't mean..."

"I think you did."

"I just meant..."

"Then perhaps you should return home."

Lauren looked horrified.

"Aunt Alice..."

"No."

Alice stood.

"The exchange programme exists because both families agreed that Taylor would experience French life and culture."

She looked directly at me.

"If he believes the experience is beneath him, there is no reason for him to remain."

My stomach dropped.

"No."

Alice said nothing.

"Please."

Still nothing.

I looked at Lauren.

Her expression was miserable.

"My parents paid for this."

"I am aware."

"They'll be so disappointed."

"I imagine so."

"And this whole thing would be a waste."

Alice regarded me calmly.

"Then perhaps you should have considered that before insulting your host."

I swallowed my pride.

"I'm sorry."

"I know."

"I really am."

"I believe you."

"Then please don't cancel it."

Alice walked towards the door.

"I will consider it."

I followed her.

"Please."

She stopped.

"You want to stay?"

"Yes."

"Then you have something to learn."

"Anything. What is it?"

"Training."

"What training?"

"You will discover tomorrow."

The next morning, I discovered exactly what Alice meant.

I was standing in one of the guest bedrooms when Alice entered carrying a garment bag.

She placed it on the bed.

"Your first lesson."

I opened it. My face fell.

Inside was a complete French housekeeper's uniform. Black dress. White collar. Apron. Stockings. Shoes.

I stared at it in disbelief.

Alice watched me.

"Oh."

She reached into the garment bag and produced another item.

She placed it beside the uniform. A small metal chastity cage.

I stared at it. Then at her.

"No."

Alice folded her arms.

"You wanted to remain."

"I didn't agree to this."

"You agreed to follow the rules of the estate."

"This wasn't mentioned."

"Neither was every individual chore."

I looked back at the cage.

"This is humiliating."

Alice's voice remained perfectly calm.

"Only if you decide that it is."

She placed another sheet of paper beside the uniform.

"Your grooming requirements."

I picked it up.

Facial hair removed daily.

Legs shaved daily.

Armpits shaved daily.

Arms shaved daily.

Hair neatly maintained.

No excessive styling.

Clean nails.

Polished shoes.

Uniform pressed.

I looked up.

"Every day?"

"Every working day."

"You've got to be kidding."

Alice didn't even blink.

"This is insane."

Her expression softened by approximately one percent.

"Perhaps."

She turned towards the door.

"Then go home."

I looked at the uniform.

Then at the cage.

Then at the door.

I thought about my parents.

The money they'd spent.

The opportunity.

The years of letters with Lauren.

I closed my eyes and sighed.

"Where's the bathroom?"

Welcome back pervs. Yeah, yeah. “You take too long.” Tough! 

Okay so where were we. Oh yeah, I'm broken…sorry, not broken “conditioned” so potentially repairable. My mom has just walked out of my room leaving me sitting on my bed. Okay so let's jump back in.

As my mom walked out of my room. I sat quietly. “You need to be rewired.” Her words echoed back to me in my head.

“Urgh.” A deep sigh escapes my lips. As I unenthusiastically remind myself I need to re-cage myself. 

I walked over to my dresser and picked up my cage. I turned myself towards the full length mirror on my wardrobe and stared at the reflection I saw staring back. “Who was this person?” I asked myself.

The figure in the mirror looked like an abused broken shell of a person. My eyes appeared black with dark circles under them. My face was gaunt. Bruises and welts up and down my arms and legs. I looked so frail. 

I blankly stared at my reflection as I administered the cage back on my flaccid penis. As the key locked the cage shut. A tremor surged through me. A feeling hit me like I had regained a lost limb. The room seemed a little brighter.I no longer felt completely empty, but maybe half full?

I stood there. God knows how long for. In a dazed trance. I don't know if I was expecting the bruises to vanish magically or what. But being caged again did something for me, I didn't remember where I was. But I felt…this!

The familiar, yet delicate weight between my legs. “Of course.” I sighed. As I traced my fingers over and around the cage hypnotically. After everything that had happened, I was back! Back home, back in my bedroom, and wearing my cage.

I stayed there till a smell hit me. “Food.” I gasped. Breaking from my trance, as my eyes fluttered. I was starving. I couldn't remember the last time I ate. Quickly I got dressed and headed down to the kitchen.

As I descended down stairs, smells became stronger. 

Bacon…Sausage…Toast…Coffee…Something sweet and buttery.

I walked through the doorway and stopped. Mom had made an array of meals. A buffet if you will. Six plates sat on the kitchen table. Sausage and eggs. An omelet. Pancakes. French toast. Cereal. And a bowl of fresh fruit.

I stared at them, like a man staring at an oasis in a desert.

"Hungry?” Mom asked. Placing down a cup of coffee and a glass of fresh juice.

"You have no idea." I replied, my mouth so moist as I salivated at the meals.

She smiled. "Good. So, what would you like?"

I looked at the table. "What are you having?"

Moms expression changed almost imperceptibly.

"That's not what I asked." Mom replied sternly.

I felt a frown form on my face. I've upset her. “Sorry. What do you suggest?” I asked meekly.

Mom stood there blankly and ignored me.

"Can you just tell me what you're having?" 

"No."

I looked at her confused. "No?" 

"No. You asked me to help. You learn to make your own decisions. This is where we start. I'm assuming all the time you stayed with Paige at the hotel she ordered everything and you sat, ate, slept, fucked all on her schedule?” 

“Erm, yeah. Kinda.” I mumbled as I glanced back at the food. 

#BUZZ#  

My watch buzzing my alarm for college. I had 10 minutes before I had to leave.

"Mom, it's breakfast, I'm late. Could you just make me a to-go plate?”

"No."

“PLEASE!” I pleaded, as I gave a nervous laugh.

She didn't budge. "You have six choices sitting in front of you. Pick one."

"I don't know."

"Then think about it."

I looked at the plates again. And my heart was beginning to pound. I felt a lump in my throat.

"Which one do you think is best?" I probed. 

"That's another question you're asking me to answer for you."

I rubbed my forehead. As I began to sweat.

"Can you just choose for me?"

"No."

There was no anger in her voice. That somehow made it worse.

I knew she wasn't punishing me, wasn't trying to embarrass me. She just wanted a simple answer I was unable to give.

I stood there for another few seconds. "Sorry. I gotta go.” I turned from the kitchen and went to  grab my backpack.

Mom chased after me "You're not eating?"

"I can't. I'm late now."

"You that in of itself is a choice..You're choosing to go to college hungry."

"I'll get something there." I assured her as I walked towards the door. 

A quick look back and she was shaking her head. "Okay."

I stopped at the doorway. "That's it?"

"What do you want me to say? I did say it's not a quick fix. You do realise you couldn't even decide on breakfast, right?”

I didn't have an answer.

Mom took another sip of coffee. "Tomorrow, we'll try again."

“Sure.” I nodded. Walking out of the house. With my belly howling.

The entire journey to college my stomach screamed. And I ignore it.

When I reached campus, my stomach felt like it was eating itself. As I sat down in the lecture hall my stomach made a noise that sounded like a MUAAHAAAH!

“Have this.” Said some girl sitting next to me as she tossed me a granola bar. “I won't be able to concentrate if your tummy keeps making those noises.” 

“Thanks.” I praised her as I devoured the bar. While simultaneously opening my notebook. As the Professor began to speak.

It didn't fulfill me. But fuck it was delicious.

Twenty minutes later, I hadn't written a thing. Paige and Leyla were all I could think about. What was Mom going to do with Leyla? And Paige…Her voice…Her touch. My body shuddered. The way she made me feel. Completely dependent on her. It was like I was suffering withdrawal.

I shifted in my seat. My leg began bouncing. I tried to stop it. I punched my leg. But that just made my cage begin to twitch instead.

A few seconds later, it started again. I was forcing myself to look at the lecturer. Who was talking something about economics. I had no idea what. While my leg and caged competed with which one could twitch the most. While I attempted to jot down every other word the Professor said.

The lecture ended. The girl next to me stood up and looked down at my notebook. Disgust appeared on her face. As she turned and marched off offended. 

I looked down and all over the page I had subconsciously written BE A GOOD BOY! I stared at the words. I had no memory of writing. I ripped the pages from my book and packed away my stuff and headed back to my dorm room.

I reached my door 1709 and immediately stopped. Allowing my forehead to hit the door. “The fuck, man!” I sighed to myself. Then the door opened.

There stood Chip. “BRO! Where you been?” He greeted throwing an arm around my neck an gesturing me inside. 

Inside the room was Charlotte and Ellie again. They both looked up at me. Charlotte on Chip’s bed. And Ellie smiled as she sat on my bunk.

“What are you guys doing?” I queried.

“Bro, we're about to listen to Styled and Sculpted podcast. Dandelion Rose is making a comeback! Chip practically screamed in delight.

PAIGE??? My brain screamed. Delight filled my body and my cage began to ache for her.

“Never heard of her.” I lied.

"BRO! She was the No.1 rated pornstar in the world. She retired like five years ago and is still no.1 ranked star or Porncore dot com.” 

“Well that's not disconcerting at all.” Replied Charlotte sarcastically. 

“Babe. I'm a guy. I have urges. But as long as you're up to task I won't need any of that shit.” Chip assured her.

“So you gonna listen with us?” Chip asked.

"Yeah. Sure." I answered, trying not to sound too enthusiastic. “So what's Styled and sculpted?” I asked genuinely. 

Chip began to tell me. But my eyes shifted to Ellie. She was wearing the smallest tightest white bikini top and a denim mini skirt. I could make out some white panties peeking through the bottom.

She looked up from the bed and smiled. "Hey, City Boy." She cooed in her country twang.

I gulped as my cage bounced to her words. I looked straight to the floor. Not to hide my embarrassment, but to make sure my cage wasn't visible or that a wet patch hadn't appeared.

“City boy…” She had clearly noticed the hesitation. "You okay?"

"Yeah." I mumbled.

“Sit.” She patted my mattress, gesturing to me to sit next to her.

I sat down next to her and she swung her body round and placed her head on my lap. Her feet were touching her butt and her knees were high. She playfully opened and closed them flirtatiously.

“Shush. It's starting.” Said Chip turning the sound up and enlarging the screen.

Studio lights. Two cameras. Paige…Dandelion Rose sits across from BRYION JAMES, arms folded, completely relaxed..

BRYION: So let's just get this straight. You're coming out of retirement.

DANDELION: That's right.

BRYION: After everything you've done, you're actually coming back?

DANDELION: Apparently people missed me.

BRYION: Or they missed the controversy.

Paige smiles.

BRYION: Because let's be honest. Your entire brand was built around making men look weak. You made a career out of cuckold content, interracial fantasies, humiliating dudes. Making Beta males.

DANDELION: I made a career out of giving people what they paid to watch.

BRYION: That's the answer every performer gives. But here's my question: what kind of man actually wants a woman with your résumé? You've obviously suffered in the real world. That's why you're back to this bullshit.

DANDELION: Apparently, the kind of man I'm dating.

BRYION: You have a boyfriend?

DANDELION: I do.

Bryion leans back and laughs.

BRYION: Another performer? So a low class male.

DANDELION: Nope.

BRYION: A civilian boyfriend?

DANDELION: Yeah.

BRYION: You're telling me some regular guy watched your entire career, knows exactly who you are, and thought, "Yep. That's the woman I want to build a relationship with"?

DANDELION: Pretty much.

BRYION: That's insane.

DANDELION: Why?

BRYION: Because where's his self-respect?

DANDELION: You don't know anything about him.

BRYION: I know he's dating a retired adult performer whose entire public image is built around sexual humiliation.

DANDELION: And yet you're the one obsessed with him.

The room laughs.

BRYION: No, no, no. Don't flip this around. I'm asking a serious question. Does this man actually have boundaries?

DANDELION: Yes.

BRYION: Does he get jealous?

DANDELION: Sometimes.

BRYION: So he knows the woman he's dating has spent years making content specifically marketed to men who want to watch that kind of relationship dynamic.

DANDELION: He knows my past. That's different from knowing me.

BRYION: That's a very convenient distinction.

DANDELION: It's also an accurate one.

Bryion pauses, then looks directly into the camera.

BRYION: Chat, I'm telling you right now: this man is either the most secure guy on the planet or…

DANDELION: Or what?

BRYION: A cuck.

The audience erupts.

DANDELION: There it is. Ad hom.

BRYION: What? You know that's what everyone's thinking.

DANDELION: No. That's what you're thinking. 

BRYION: Then tell me why I'm wrong.

DANDELION: Because you think a man's value is determined by whether his girlfriend fits your definition of an acceptable woman.

BRYION: No. I'm saying men have standards.

DANDELION: And women are allowed to have standards too.

BRYION: You think a high-value man would seriously date you?

DANDELION: I think a confident man doesn't need strangers on the internet to approve of his girlfriend.

Bryion stares at her for a moment.

BRYION: Okay. That's actually a pretty good answer.

DANDELION: Thank you.

BRYION: I still think your boyfriend's crazy loser cuck boi.

DANDELION: You haven't even met him.

BRYION: No. But I'm not giving him the benefit of the doubt.

Dandelion laughs.

BRYION: But here's what I really want to know. Why come back now?

Dandelion's expression changes. She leans forward.

DANDELION: Because retirement made me realize something.

BRYION:

What's that?

DANDELION: I spent years letting everybody else decide who I was. Fans. Industry people. Critics. Men who hated me. Men who wanted me. And eventually I realized I was the only person who wasn't allowed to change my own story.

Bryion nods slowly.

BRYION: So this isn't about the money?

DANDELION: The money doesn't hurt.

BRYION: Fair enough.

DANDELION: But no. This time I'm doing it because I want to, and now with all the content and apps available I get much more financial control.

BRYION: And your boyfriend's okay with that?

DANDELION: You'll have to ask him.

BRYION: Oh, I definitely will. Give me his number.

Dandelion smiles.

BRYION: Because I want to talk to the man who willingly signed up for this.

DANDELION: Maybe he's just more secure than you are.

The audience reacts.

BRYION: Oh, we're going to have problems. I see. I see. Okay. We're gonna take a quick break and play some of our sponsors real quick.

“Bro. Bryion is going way too easy on her.” Starts Chip.

“The room is on her side it seems.” Answers Ellie.

“Come bathroom with me real quick.” Charlotte asks Ellie.

“Sure.” She replies and they head out of the room.

“BRO! THEY'RE GONE. TELL ME HOW YOU KNOW LEYLA STARR?” Chip pleads.

“Later.” I answer. Taking out my phone and begin to text Paige.

*click…clickity…click

Hey! Listening to you on the podcast. You're doing great.*

*BEEP BEEP* my phone bleeps back 

Thanks. This guy is such a fraud. The first time I met him he told me “he'd eat his own load out of me!” But I signed an NDA. Can only talk about what happens when the camera is on- sigh! 

Talk later-x

Charlotte and Ellie walk back in and this time Ellie sits herself in lap. 

“Hope you don't mind?” She giggles as wiggles on my lap making herself comfortable. 

“All good.” I mumbled praying she doesn't feel the cage.

“It's starting again.” Chip shushes the room.

BRYION: Alright, we're back. And apparently, during the break, Dandelion has decided she wants to make my job even harder. 

DANDELION: Your job is asking questions. Not so hard. I'd say my is harder lol.

BRYION: My job is exposing contradictions.

DANDELION: Then you're going to be busy.

BRYION: I can't let the boyfriend thing go. You said your boyfriend is supportive of your return.

DANDELION: He is.

BRYION: Even though you're going straight back into the adult industry? To be dicked down and cummed in, on, like any common slut.

DANDELION: Yes. Exactly like that.

BRYION: So no jealousy? No insecurity? No "maybe this isn't a great idea, I don't want to be the words most famous cuck?”

DANDELION: We've talked about it extensively.

BRYION: And he just said, "Sure, honey, go back to work, suck a dick, give me a kiss right after. Get filled up and bring me home a creampie for dinner"?

DANDELION: Not exactly.

BRYION: What does "not exactly" mean?

DANDELION: It means I'm not gonna literally suck a dick then kiss him. He won't be on set with me. I wash after every scene. Plus  we have boundaries…and he has something too.

BRYION: Such as?

Dandelion pauses, smiling. Waves playfully to the camera

DANDELION: He has a hall pass. Well, an unlimited pass.

The room immediately erupts.

BRYION: Wait. WHAT? The cuck gets to fuck?

DANDELION: You heard me.

BRYION: Your boyfriend has a hall pass while you're shooting?

DANDELION: Yes. 

BRYION: And you're okay with that? 

DANDELION: If that's what we mutually agreed to, why wouldn't I be?

BRYION: Because that's not a relationship. That's a hostage negotiation with benefits.

The audience laughs.

DANDELION: See, that's your problem.

BRYION: What's my problem?

DANDELION: You assume every relationship has to operate according to your rules.

BRYION: I'm asking a legitimate question.

DANDELION: You're asking why two consenting adults made an arrangement that doesn't make sense to you.

BRYION: Okay, fair. But does he actually use the hall pass? Falls for a girl. Dumps your skank ass?

DANDELION: That's between him and me. But then I'd have lost a great guy.

BRYION: So he really has an opportunity to move on to a higher calibre woman?

DANDELION: Yes.

BRYION: And you don't get jealous, or nervous at the thought?

DANDELION: Of course I can get jealous. And nervous.

BRYION: Then why agree to it?

DANDELION: Because jealousy isn't the same thing as betrayal. I trust we're meant for each other.

Bryion sits back.

BRYION: That's actually a distinction most people don't understand.

DANDELION: Exactly.

BRYION: So your boyfriend is some ridiculously confident guy who doesn't care what anybody thinks. Doesn't mind how many times you get run through and that your body count will be larger than a cell number?

DANDELION: He cares what I think.

BRYION: Okay, that's annoyingly healthy.

DANDELION: Thank you.

BRYION: I wasn't complimenting you. I don't believe you.

DANDELION: You seem jealous of him.

Bryion shakes his head.

BRYION: Nope. Let's move on.

He looks down at his cards.

BRYION: You've announced your return. You've got a totally real boyfriend who's apparently comfortable with the arrangement. And you've said you're doing this because you have more control over your career now.

DANDELION: Correct.

BRYION: So what's the first project?

Dandelion smiles.

DANDELION: My first scene back is with Shawn Petrol.

The audience reacts immediately.

BRYION: Oh, come on.

DANDELION: What?

BRYION: No way he's okay with that!

DANDELION: You seem very familiar with Shawn's work?

BRYION: You're going straight for one of the most recognizable names in the business?

DANDELION: That's the plan.

BRYION: And your boyfriend knows?

DANDELION: He knows now.

BRYION: And you think he's still gonna stick around after you've been stretched out by Shawn?

DANDELION: I'll let you know next time I'm on.

BRYION: That man, if real. Either has incredible confidence or absolutely no survival instinct.

DANDELION: Or…and stay with me here…he trusts me.

Bryion looks toward the audience.

BRYION: She's trying to make this shit sound like a reasonable argument and I don't appreciate it.

The audience laughs.

DANDELION: You wanted the interview.

BRYION: I wanted answers.

DANDELION: You're getting them.

BRYION: All right. Last question.

He leans forward.

BRYION: If your “real” boyfriend is watching this right now, what do you want him to know?

Dandelion looks directly into Camera Two.

DANDELION: That I love him. That I appreciate the trust he's given me. And that whatever happens with my career, he doesn't have to compete with my past.

BRYION: That's a pretty strong statement.

DANDELION: It's the truth.

BRYION: Okay. And to all the other cucks  watching?

DANDELION: You need therapy.

The audience explodes.

Bryion doubles over laughing.

BRYION: And we're going to commercial before she completely destroys my chat feed.

DANDELION: Good call.

BRYION: Still think your boyfriend's crazy or fictional.

DANDELION: Still think you're jealous.

BRYION: I'm not jealous!

DANDELION: Then why are you still talking about him?

Bryion freezes.

BRYION:...Commercial.

“Imma say it.” Chip began. “I'd date a pornstar too.” 

Charlotte laughs. “So you'd be okay with me seeing other guys?” 

“If we're both open, why not? As long as its not like some cuck shit where you want me to sit in a chair with a loser cuck boi cage on my dick.” Chip casually hit back.

Charlotte, Ellie and Chip all began laughing. Which caused me some humiliation which in turn made my cage strain.

“You're turning me on.” Charlotte purred to Chip. 

He leaned in and they began immediately making out.

Ellie stood up and turned immediately to face me. Her figure towered over me. Her head and massive ties practically blocked out the light above.

“All that sex talk got me craving a cigarette.”

“Okay…” I mumbled.

“Problem is I quit about a month back, wanna help a girl out and give me something else to suck on?” 

The words came out so casually. She just stood there before me smirking while I sat frozen at the question. My cage however was dripping down my thigh.

"You're thinking too much!” Ellie began, “You know you don't have to look so terrified."

"I'm not terrified." I'm gulped nervously

"Then what are you? A virgin?”

“No…I told you, I have a girlfriend.” I mumbled.

“Ya know. That's becoming an irritatingly familiar answer.” 

“HE HAS A PASS!” Chip yelled out!

Ellie smiled. “Your girlfriend give you permission?"

My stomach tightened. "Kinda."

"So…” Ellie began. Reaching her arm behind her back. As she pulled her arm back around her massive tits dropped out of her top. “Youre telling me you don't want to cum on these milkers?”

#PAUSE#

Okay, so I know I'm gonna sound like a giant pussy now, feel free to berate me as much as you want, but you have to bear in mind my cock literally feels like it's going to fucking explode. You know like a sausage that's been cooking in the pan too long and it just swells up? The cage is literally tugging on my nutsack. 

Gawd damn, I'm so fucking horny. There's nothing more I want to do than to drop my trousers and try and cum through the cage on those titties. But for the love of Gawd, remember they have just pissed themselves laughing about the cuck cage comment.

#UNPAUSE#

I looked at Ellie as she casually pulled the bikini top fully off.

Although I'm gazing at this beautiful woman in front of me, all I could think of was all of Paige's scenes. And the words, “Be good boy”, from the dungeon. “Be a good boy…Be a good boy…Be a good boy…”

“STOP!” I somewhat shouted.

Ellie froze and looked mortified. 

I placed each hand to either side of my temples and began to rub them in a circular motion with my eyes closed. I took a deep breath, the cage constantly on my mind, but also trying to will the voice and images of Paige in my head to stop.

“Sorry, Ellie…I started. Still trying to silence the echo in my head. 

Then it hit me. Babysitters Pie for the Married Guy. One of Dandelion Rose's first scenes. I had role-playing it with Paige repeatedly. 

Ellie just stood there. Waiting for me. 

“You know…” I began. “I forgot to have breakfast this morning…” I began to recite the opening of the scene, which ironically matched my own start to the day. 

“Okay.” Ellie answered somewhat confused.

“So as you can imagine…I am absolutely famished. And I'd love nothing more than to satisfy my cravings with some…sweet…Nebrasken Pie!”

#PAUSE#

Okay so I know this won't seem like a big deal, but I ad-libbed the Nebaraskan Pie part! May not seem like a big deal to you, but it really actually is! 

#UNPAUSE#

Ellie replied, "okay well eat up, City Boy!" 

With that command I stood up, grabbed her by her hips, turned around 180 degrees, hiked up her denim skirt and slowly pulled down her white bikini bottoms. Exposing her beautiful red bush and swollen looking pussy lips.

As I leaned in and began to suck on her clit, Ellie fell backwards onto the bed. She hoisted up both legs, giving me access to get into her snatch. Just like the actor did to Paige in the scene. I sucked on her clit. Tongue fucked her pussy, devouring her. 

While sucking on her clit, I slid a finger in and Ellie called out "More!" I added a second and soon a third. It wasn't long before the magic words came…

"I CUMMING!" screamed Ellie. As she proceeded to squirt all over my face! "Cheese and Rice you're fucking good at that!" Exclaimed Ellie sitting up with a smile on her face. 

Using her forefinger she gestures at me to come towards her.

I climbed up from her pussy and now we're face to face.

"Still don't wanna drop your pants and pound this pussy? She asked seductively.

“That's, erm. That's something I'd like to work towards. Not today. But definitely one day.” 

“Okay, well I'll take another tongue bath then!” She said placing a hand on my head and pushing me back down between her thighs.

I made her cum three more times before I told her I had to leave. Not that I couldn't eat her pussy all day. I could. But my cock was pulsating so much I'm sure I was close to leaking through my draws. Ellie was cool though she told me she had class anyways and didn't want to ask me to stop so it worked out.

Eventually Chip and Charlotte left too. I was still so aroused. And my balls were throbbing. Now I was alone I decided to do something to help myself cum. The buttplug.

I hadn't originally packed it for college as a precaution. But I brought it with me this morning. Safely stored it wrapped in a pair of socks in my backpack. 

After the last few days I needed a climatic release! I lubed it up and slowly inserted it. Pulled my pants up, just in case someone comes back. Grabbed my phone and activated the plug. 

I then grabbed my headphones and connected them to my phone. I played the song that  Paige would select when we were role-playing and closed my eyes and started dreaming of Paige.

#PHONE RINGS#

I answer via the headphones and instinctively say “Paige?”

“Nope.” Replies my Moms voice.

“Mom, erm. Now isn't, now's not a great time.” I start to muster. While frantically trying to switch off the plug.

“Make time.” Orders mom. 

For some reason my phone has decided it no longer recognises my finger print. I try to type in the passcode and must've hit a digit wrong because now it's locked for ten minutes.

“Mom. Can I call you back in like eleven minutes…please?”

“Was you able to make a decision for lunch?” My mom asks, completely ignoring my previous question. 

“Erm, lunch. I, errm. I…”  I mumbled drawing a blank. “I erm…well. It's kinda. Not appropriate to be honest.” I tell her as I try to control my breathing as the plug pulses my prostate. 

“I highly doubt that. What did you eat?”

“...Ellie…I ate Ellie!” I answered back, riding the waves.

“Well since you're not Hanibal Lectar. I'm assuming you ate pussy?”

 

“Yup.” 

“How’d that go?”

#PAUSE#

Okay, so this is gonna sound sad, but I just told her the truth. And we had a whole conversation backwards and forwards. Yes it was kind of weird, and i don't want to just repeat it all over again. I'm not super proud of it, but yeah, you know what happened with Ellie. That's why I told my mom, and then we're just gonna jump back in at the end of that conversation.

#UNPAUSE#

"Okay, so where are you now?" 

"Um, me? In my dorm room."

"What number is it?"

“It's um, 17...1709."

"Okay, put a sock on your door, um, and don't answer the door until you hear three knocks. Talk soon."

The call ends, I get a sock. I put it on the door. I did leave the plug in because I can't access the phone, and taking it out, it'd just be buzzing about somewhere. So yeah, I just left it in for the time being.

After the ten minutes I finally Was able to turn the plug off, removed it, went and washed it, cleaned up, washed my hands and waited for the knocker.

Almost 35 minutes later, theres the knock at the door. Three knocks. Knock. Knock. Knock. I opened the door, and standing in front of me is Miley Meid, the blowjob queen of the porn industry.

"Got something for ya!" Miley winks at me flashing my key in her fingers.

I grab her and pull her into my room.

"My mom sent you?" I asked. 

"Uh-huh." She went with a pout. 

"Why? With my key? This don't make no sense.? 

And then she said, "Before we begin, just let me make this extremely clear." Her voice rising in pitch. "...that I am not being paid in any way, shape, or form for what is about to occur. This is simply a friend cashing in an IOU."

"Okay?" I answered dumbfounded but Also, quickly glancing around the room to see if there's somebody I've missed.

“Music?” She asks. 

I walk over to the stereo. 

“Not for me, for you,” she tells me. 

I grab my phone and headphones and walk back towards her. She scrolls through my phone, puts on a song, 

Just before she puts the headphones on me. 

She tells me. “Keep your eyes on me!" 

The music is blaring into my ears is so fucking loud. If she talk, I can't, I can't even hear myself think it's so loud.

Miley then proceeds to kneel down before me, pull down my shorts, remove the cage from my penis, and slowly begins to suck. 

She does her famous routine, and it's not long before my cock is standing at attention. 

She makes eye contact with me while she strokes with her left hand. Her right hand runs up and down my inside thigh. She puts my cock on her face as she licks my ballsack and continues her routine. 

After a while, she pulls a face while still stroking me, looking somewhat disappointed. 

She begins to pump me with her right hand, her left hand sliding up my thigh again, but this time she slides a finger in my ass.

She's now simultaneously sucking me and fingering me at the same time. This carries on for a few more moments before she gets up and walks away. 

I pull off the headphones, finally being able to hear, and ask her, “Is everything alright?”

To which she replies, “NOPE, not really,” and pulls out her phone and begins to dial a number.

She puts the phone to her ear and looks at me while she waits for the person on the other line to answer. Then she speaks. 

Hey, Patty. Yeah. Nope, not a drop. Been blowing him for twelve minutes. Like, he should have cum twice over already. Like, I can keep going if you want, but I will get lockjaw and he will just not ejaculate.”

Miley looks back at me then turns around.

“....Mm-hmm…. Mm-hmm… Red light, green light, I think, would work, but, you know, would it work again tomorrow?...I don't know. So what do you want?...Well, I can't do it here. He will have to come back with me… I can do that… I can do that. That's fine, but then you're gonna owe me one, okay? All right... No problem. Bye.”

She hangs up the phone and looks over at me. “Okay, stud. Your brain is basically what we call porn mush.”

She paused. Maybe because of the look on my face.

“It's sort of what happens when... how can I explain this? It happens a lot with older men, to be fair, but you've been, you know, conditioned?”

“Think so.” I shrugged.

“It's when someone gets a kink or something, they find it almost impossible to get off unless they're watching exactly what they want. So imagine you get into, like, really hardcore graphic pornography, like BDSM, whatever. Doesn't matter. Pick a genre. Then you go home, you have sex with your vanilla wife. You can't ejaculate until you can picture what you want to see in your head, and you sort of have to force yourself to climax. So that's a problem. Your mum wants me to fix it. So we're gonna go back to my place and we're gonna play a game called Red Light, Green Light. Understand?”

I nodded.

“And it will take as long as it takes, and it doesn't end until you cum. But I'm telling you now, you won't be cumming watching Dandelion Rose. Okay? Cool. Let's go.”

She grabs me by the hand and leads me away.

I left college with Miley. Luckily, no one sees us leave, well, I hope no one sees us leave. That would be an awkward conversation to have later. 

We drive. We pull up to this nice big beautiful house. Miley stops the car and tells me to come inside. We walk in, and she takes me to this room filled with TVs. Some of her friends are already there. She instructs her friends to put on three different movies: one of hers, one of a random anal scene, and one Dandelion Rose movie.

#PAUSE#

Let me tell you how the game Red Light Green Light goes. 

You already know. Red light, stop doing what you're doing. Green light, we get to continue doing what you're doing. 

However, my eyes are taped open, can't close them, and Miley throws ice-cold water over my dick if I want to come to page. And then we start again watching a different porno. 

I honestly cannot tell you how long this took, right? But what I can tell you is, you know, you cannot imagine something with your eyes open. Like you can't see. You know, you close your eyes and you can envision something. You can't do that when your eyes are open. 

I watched so much fucking porn. My dick was raw. I even started crying. I, honestly, I started crying. Anyway, let's jump back into it. 

#UNPAUSE#

Miley's stroking on my dick. At this point, I'm just looking down at her, tears streaming down my face. Please, please, please, I begged. Please what? she asked. 

My thoughts kept circling back to the same problem. Paige had told me I was free. I had permission. “I want to cum.” I cried

“What do you want?” she asked me, again. 

“I want to cum, I told her. She licked the tip of my dick and said, “Well, do it then for me.” 

Her mouth engulfed my dick. And as she took her lips off of my cock, I just saw the volcanic eruption of semen that ejaculated like a projectile out of my cock. 

It left me so fucking... I don't even have words. It just fucking deflated me. I, like a hot air balloon, just whooshing through the air. I passed out

When I came to, the tape had been taken off my eyes, and Miley was sitting next to me scrolling on her phone. 

“ou made one hell of a mess,”

I remembered the climactic eruption reached down to my penis that was aching, only to find the familiarity of my cage being put back on my dick. I looked mildly confused. 

She replied, “Yeah, sorry about that. Your mum said it had to go back on.”

“Okay, I replied. But, you know? So what, like, am I cured now?”

Miley just laughed. “No. Not even close. Like that took a ridiculously long time. What you do know is you can cum if you want to, but it's gonna take a lot of therapy to get you sorted.”

“So what? I have to see a therapist or a shrink?”

“No, baby. Not that type of therapy. Not necessarily red light, green light, but other things to stimulate, to help you ejaculate. But if you keep watching the Dandelion Rosie stuff, it's…you're just gonna go straight back down that rabbit hole.”

“So what do I... what do I do?”

“Well, for starters, you have to go home and talk to your mom. But other than that, yeah. I'd avoid Paige. She doesn't seem to be too good for you.”

“Okay, cool. I said, Um, are you gonna take me home?”

Miley shook her head. “No honey. You're a big boy. You'll figure it out. 

I left the house, walked a little bit and caught a bus to the train station. My dick, in its cage, for the first time was extremely painful. I'm guessing that was due to the friction burns and other chafing that was incurred trying to get me to ejaculate.

As I was walking from the train station to my home, my phone rang. This time I looked to see who was calling. Finally it was Paige. But I feel a bittersweet towards her now. 

I answered the phone. "Hey baby, she started. So you watched the podcast?"

"Yeah I did."

 "Did you like it?" she queried. 

"I just have one question."

"Sure, what is it?" 

"The hall pass. You trust me and everything else and you're not jealous. Like, it was unconditional, right?"

"Yeah? That's right." She answered

 "So why did you condition me?"

To be continued...