The Hourglass Challenge

​“Ok baby, tell me again what your fantasy challenge is? Tell me everything,” she said, her voice dropping to a sultry purr.

​Slowly, deliberately, she undid the zipper on her black catsuit, exposing the soft flesh of her vulva. Her lips pushed out, framed sharply by the stark, shining black latex.

​Her husband stood rooted to the floor, his mouth hanging open as he stared. The latex was a second skin over her body, accentuating the high curve of her ass and framing her breasts like beautiful black orbs. She shifted her weight, her feet arched high on five-inch stiletto heels.

​Noticing his locked gaze, she let out a low, teasing laugh.

​“Maybe we will find someplace to put those heels later, honey. Let's see how your challenge goes first. Start speaking, please.”

​He swallowed hard, trying to find his voice. “Well, um, uhh, I, uhhh...”

​“Take a deep breath, chastity boy. Focus,” she commanded, rolling her nipples between her latex-covered fingers, the sound of the material sticking and releasing filling the quiet room.

​“Yes, Mistress.” He took a ragged breath, trying to steady his racing thoughts. “My challenge is this, Mistress: I will bring you to twelve orgasms before the sand in the hourglass runs out.”

​“Yes, you will try,” she corrected with a wicked laugh. “And?”

​He took another uneven breath. She was already fingering her clit, coating her gloved fingers in her own slick passion. She drew her hand away and pressed the wet latex against his lips.

​“I... will... um... I will...” He struggled to speak as she subtly pushed her fingers past his lips, forcing him to taste her. “I will... if I fail, then you will turn the hourglass into a candle... with my keys inside.”

​“Do I taste good, slave?” she asked, pulling her fingers away but leaving the scent of her on his breath. “Twelve orgasms in how much time?”

​“Half an hour, Mistress.”

​He had bought the antique hourglass at an estate sale, spending hours meticulously timing the flow and adjusting the fine sand until it measured exactly thirty minutes.

​“Well, slave, you know I love your tongue way more than your cock,” she said, leaning back slightly. “Honestly, I see myself as the winner of this challenge no matter what the outcome. I have no problem letting you out once a month to cum, but if you want to do this, you do realize you might be locked for a year or more until we burn the candle down to release your keys?”

​He nodded dumbly, completely hypnotized by the sight of his dominant wife.

​“No, chastity boy. Say it out loud.”

​He gulped, the reality of the stakes settling in. “I want to do this challenge, and I will take the punishment if I fail, Mistress.”

​She lay back completely on the bed, her thighs parted, fully exposed and ready for him.

​“Well, slave, let's do this. Turn the glass.”

​He stepped forward with trembling hands and inverted the heavy glass. The timer had begun. Rested at the bottom—now the top—of the sand sat his brass keys. Tied securely to them was a long candle wick that threaded directly through the filling spout of the hourglass.

​He sank to his knees, pressed his face between her thighs, and started to lick.

​She writhed instantly. The cold contrast of the latex against his face and the heat of her skin drove him forward. The first three orgasms came in rapid succession; she was intensely aroused by the high stakes of the game, her hips bucking against his mouth.

​The next two didn't take much longer, followed quickly by number six—a massive, full-body tremor that left her gasping and shivering. But the intensity of it left her overly sensitive. She began moving too much, trying to escape the friction, and number seven took precious minutes to achieve.

​Panicking, he snuck a glance at the hourglass. The sand was more than half gone.

​Ignoring the deep ache in his jaw and the exhaustion in his tongue, he dug back in, increasing the pace. His breath was ragged, his nose buried in her slick heat. By the time number ten and eleven hit, she was crying out, her hands gripping the bedsheets, her body vibrating on the edge of sensory overload.

​Finally, number twelve tore through her.

​As her final contractions faded, they both slowly turned their eyes to the hourglass.

​A tiny, cruel stream of sand was still falling, but the bulk of it had settled. The keys were suspended on the wick, resting clearly above the pile. He had lost by mere seconds.

​His Mistress stared at the glass, and then a wide, triumphant laugh bubbled up from her throat. The sheer wave of satisfaction triggered one more climax, a completely hands-free orgasm that left her breathless.

​When she finally came down, she looked down at him, her eyes glittering. “Aw, so sorry, baby. But, you did give me twelve orgasms. I will be nice and give you one chance to back out of our deal.”

​He looked at her, his jaw aching, his heart pounding against his ribs. He shook his head no. He was too terrified to speak, fearing that if he opened his mouth, he would break down and beg her for mercy.

​Her eyes widened, a predatory smile spreading across her lips.

​“Strip down, baby. I want to see your cage as your orgasms go away. Maybe forever. I might not burn this candle anytime soon... did you ever consider that?”

​His eyes went wide. The realization of total submission hit him like a physical blow.

​She slid off the bed, her stilettos clicking sharply against the hardwood floor. “Hands.”

​He obeyed instantly, placing his hands behind his back. With a metallic click, she locked a pair of heavy handcuffs around his wrists.

​“There. Now you won't try and stop me,” she said with a giant grin, clearly intoxicated by the absolute control she held over him. Despite the confinement, his cock throbbed painfully within the plastic cage, rock hard from the sheer thrill of the submission.

​She sauntered out of the room, her latex suit whispering with every step. She returned a moment later carrying a small double boiler filled with thick, molten wax, which she had set to melt before they even began.

​“Watch, honey,” she whispered.

​She unscrewed the top cap of the hourglass framework. Slowly, steadily, she began pouring the clear, liquid wax into the top chamber, drowning the sand, the wick, and the keys. It felt like it took an eternity, the heavy scent of hot wax filling the bedroom air.

​When it was completely full, she set the pitcher down and turned to her chastity slave. He was sitting quietly on the floor, completely helpless, his eyes fixed on the solidified block of wax that held his freedom. Between his legs, the intense, unearned stimulation of the last half-hour had taken its toll; a large pool of leaking pre-cum had gathered on the floor beneath his cage, a testament to a desire that would not be answered for a very, very long time

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"Do you know what a cuckold is, Karl?"

The word hung in the quiet bedroom air, heavy and scandalous. Karl’s face flushed a deep, burning crimson.

"I... I know what it means," he managed to choke out.

"Do you?" Eve teased, her lips curving into a devastating smile. She reached out, her fingertips tracing a slow, agonizing line down his chest, stopping just an inch above the pink silicone cage. She didn't touch him where he wanted; she just hovered there, denying him. "Because I want to make sure you truly understand the psychology of it. It’s not just about being locked up. It’s about the exquisite ache of watching someone else take what used to be yours."

She shifted her weight, leaning her cheek against her hand as she stared down at his trapped form.

"Imagine it," she whispered, her eyes dark with a brilliant, teasing spark. "Imagine it's Tuesday night. You're locked in that bright little cage, completely helpless, aching just from the friction of your clothes. And instead of coming home to relieve you, I walk into this room dressed up for a date. A real date. With a man who doesn't need a key to be a man."

Karl’s breath hitched violently. A chaotic mix of intense arousal and sudden, sharp panic flared through his veins. The image was vivid, terrifying, and entirely intoxicating.

"Imagine sitting right there on the edge of the bed," Eve continued, her voice weaving a flawless, torturous fantasy. "Your only job would be to watch me put on my makeup. To watch me zip up a dress you love. And then, you get to watch me walk out that front door. You’ll stay right here, locked in your little pink cage, knowing that while you're counting the hours, another man is touching me. Another man is making me scream. And your only role in my life... is to wait at home and wonder how good it feels."

"Eve, please," Karl groaned, his hands clenching into the bedsheets. The unyielding silicone walls of the cage pushed back hard against him as his body reacted to the sheer humiliation and thrill of her words. He was completely at her mercy, and she knew exactly how to twist the knife.

"Please what, Karl?" she teased softly, her thumb finally dropping to brush the silver lock resting against his skin. "Does the little cuckold want his keys back already? Too bad. I think the idea suits you beautifully. The vulnerability. The total lack of control. Knowing that my pleasure is entirely detached from your ability to perform."

She slid off the bed, picking up the velvet pouch from the dresser and tossing it lightly in her hand so the keys jingled.

"You're going to think about that every single second I'm gone tomorrow," Eve said, giving him one last, lingering look from the doorway. "Every time you feel that pink silicone, you're going to wonder if I'm thinking about you... or if I'm thinking about someone else. Sleep tight, Karl."

The bedroom door clicked shut, leaving him alone in the dark, locked away and utterly consumed by her words.

Monday morning arrived with a brutal shift in reality.

When the alarm buzzed at 6:30 AM, Karl’s first instinct was to stretch, but the immediate, unyielding restriction of the pink silicone around his groin pulled him sharply awake. He froze beneath the covers; the bright plastic was a constant, tight reminder of Eve’s total authority.

From across the room, he heard the rustle of sheets. Eve stepped out of bed, looking entirely unbothered, her hair beautifully messy as she slid into her silk robe. She didn't say a word at first. She simply walked to the edge of his side of the bed, looked down at the silhouette of the cage beneath the duvet, and smirked.

"Time to get ready for work, Karl," she said, her voice smooth and bright. "Let's see how you handle a full day in your new accessory."

Getting dressed was an entirely new exercise in self-consciousness. Every movement—pulling on his briefs, buttoning his slacks, adjusting his belt—pressed the pink silicone against his skin. There was no hiding from it. Every step he took on the hardwood floor made the tiny silver lock clink faintly against the plastic tabs. It felt incredibly loud, a private metronome of his submission.

When he walked into the kitchen, Eve was already sitting at the island, sipping her coffee. Beside her mug lay the small velvet pouch.

She tracked his walk, her eyes locked onto his waistline. "Is it rubbing?" she asked, entirely casual.

"A little," Karl admitted, his face warming as he poured himself a cup. "It’s... hard to ignore."

"Good. It's supposed to keep your mind on me," she said, leaning forward and resting her chin in her hand. "Did you think about what we talked about last night? About your new title?"

Karl’s throat went dry. The word cuckold flashed vividly in his mind, accompanied by the imaginary scent of her perfume as she walked out the door to meet another man. "I couldn't sleep much," he muttered.

Eve’s smile was downright predatory. "Perfect. Because today, I have a late meeting. I won't be home until long after dark." She stood up, smoothing down her skirt, and stepped close to him, fixing his collar with practiced, domestic care. "While you're sitting at your desk today, trapped in that pink cage, I want you to imagine who I'm having that meeting with. And I want you to remember that no matter how desperate you get, you have absolutely no say in what I do with my evening."

She patted his cheek gently, picked up her purse and the velvet pouch, and walked out the front door, leaving Karl alone with the quiet ticking of the kitchen clock and a heavy, thumping ache beneath his zipper.

The workday was a blur of distracted agony.

Every time a male colleague spoke to him, every time he sat through a presentation, a dark, intrusive loop played in Karl's head. Are they the type? Is she looking at someone like him right now? The pink silicone kept him securely locked, a physical barrier ensuring that his arousal had nowhere to go, compounding the psychological weight of Eve's teasing. He was entirely disconnected from his own manhood, reduced to a passive observer of his own life.

By the time he unlocked the front door of the apartment at 7:00 PM, he was practically vibrating with nervous energy.

The apartment was dark. Quiet.

He changed into a pair of loose grey sweatpants, but the relief was minimal; the bright pink cage stood out sharply against the fabric, completely visible if anyone looked closely. He tried to watch TV, tried to read, but his eyes kept darting to the clock.

8:30 PM. 9:15 PM.

Finally, at nearly 10:00 PM, the front lock turned.

Karl stood up instantly as Eve walked in. She looked radiant, her cheeks slightly flushed, her coat draped over her arm. Her heels clicked sharply against the floor as she walked past him into the living room, tossing her keys onto the counter.

"You're late," Karl said, his voice lower, thicker than usual.

Eve turned around, leaning back against the kitchen island, slowly unbuttoning her coat. She didn't look tired at all. In fact, she looked entirely energized.

"Am I?" she asked innocently, her eyes dropping down to the distinct, localized bulge in his sweatpants where the silicone tube pushed against the fabric. "Did you miss me, Karl? Or were you just lonely in your little cage?"

"Eve, please. Tell me about your night," he begged, stepping closer, desperately searching her face for any sign, any confirmation of the fantasies she had planted in his head.

Eve reached out, planting a hand flat against his chest to stop him from getting any closer. She tilted her head, enjoying the sheer desperation radiating off him.

"My night was wonderful," she purred, her fingers sliding down his chest, teasingly slow, until they rested right over the waistband of his sweatpants. She didn't reach inside. She just tapped the hard plastic shell from the outside. "I had a lovely dinner. The conversation was... incredibly stimulating. And the best part? The entire time, I knew exactly what state you were in at home. Locked up. Beaten. Waiting like a good little boy."

She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear, sending a violent shiver straight to his core.

"I think tomorrow night, I might go out again," she whispered wickedly. "And maybe this time, I won't come home alone. What do you think about that, Karl?"

Eve let out a low, breathless laugh, her hand sliding down his sweatpants to firmly cup the unyielding pink silicone. She leaned her forehead against his chest, feeling his heart hammering wildly beneath his ribs.

"You really want to know every little detail, don't you?" she whispered, looking up at him with dark, dilated eyes. "You want to know exactly what your replacement got to do while you were sitting here completely helpless."

Karl nodded desperately, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the edge of the kitchen counter.

"Well," Eve began, her voice dropping to a teasing, smoky purr, "we were at that quiet, candlelit Italian place downtown. The one with the deep booths and the long white tablecloths that hang all the way to the floor. Halfway through the main course, he leaned across the table, looked me dead in the eyes, and told me how incredible I looked in this dress."

She ran a hand down the side of her silk skirt, reminding Karl of just how stunning she looked tonight.

"And then," Eve whispered, her lips brushing against Karl's jawline, "he asked me to do something wicked for him. He looked down under the table and told me to take my panties off right there in the middle of the restaurant."

Karl let out a choked, ragged gasp, his body straining against the unyielding plastic walls of the cage.

"Did you... did you do it?" he managed to ask.

"Of course I did," Eve smirked, her thumb lightly tracing the silver lock attached to his body. "I slipped them right off beneath the tablecloth, slid them into my clutch, and when I looked back up at him, he was smiling. He knew exactly what he wanted next. He slid his hand under the white cloth, finding my bare thigh in the dark. Karl, his hands were so warm. So confident."

She shifted closer, pinning Karl's hips against the counter with her own, letting him feel the excruciating lack of friction.

"He slid his fingers up, slow and deliberate, until he found exactly what he was looking for," Eve murmured, her breath hot against his neck. "He didn't just touch me, Karl. He played with me. Right there while the waiters were walking past our table. He parted my pussy lips with his fingers, tracing them over and over until I was absolutely dripping. He was rubbing the heat into me, circling my clit under the table while I had to sit there, sip my wine, and pretend everything was perfectly normal."

Karl groaned, his eyes fluttering shut as the vivid, humiliatingly perfect image burned into his mind. He could almost feel the phantom warmth of another man's touch on the woman who owned him.

"And do you want to know what the absolute best part was?" Eve whispered, her fingers suddenly tightening around the pink silicone tube, reminding him of his absolute confinement. "The entire time he was making me wet under that table, the only thing I could think about was you. I kept picturing you sitting right here in these grey sweatpants, locked up tight in your pathetic little plastic cage, completely incapable of doing a single thing about it."

She stepped back, leaving him breathless, aching, and completely undone. She reached into her purse, pulled out a pair of sheer, lacy black panties, and tossed them carelessly onto the counter right in front of him. They were visibly damp.

"He told me I could put them back on before he dropped me off," Eve teased, a devastating, triumphant smile spreading across her lips. "But I told him I wanted to bring them home to my good little boy. You can keep them next to you tonight, Karl. It's the closest you're going to get to me until Thursday."

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Part 1 & Part 2

Gary wheeled his cart through the fluorescent-lit aisles of the local grocery store in Australia. His slim five-foot-six frame moved with the usual awkward shuffle of a twenty-one-year-old virgin who spent more time alone than he cared to admit. He reached for a pack of cereal on the shelf when he turned the corner and froze in place.

There she stood just a few feet away: a five-foot-eleven brunette whose ass looked impossibly firm and juicy. It was packed into skin-tight low-rider black latex pants that clung to every curve like a second skin. 

A bright red thong rode up above the waistband. The thin strip of fabric disappeared between her cheeks as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other. The latex stretched tight over her rounded buttocks. Every slight movement made the material creak softly and highlighted the deep cleft between them.

Gary felt his three-inch cock stiffen instantly inside his jeans. It twitched hard against the fabric as blood rushed south. He could not look away from the way her ass filled out those pants. The red thong peeked out prominently. It framed the top of her crack in a way that made his mouth go dry.

She pivoted slowly on her heel to face the opposite shelf. His gaze shot upward to her white top stretched tight over massive double-F breasts. The pierced nipples poked visibly through the thin material. Silver bars caught the light with each breath she took. The heavy globes swayed gently with her motion. They strained against the fabric and created deep cleavage that drew his eyes like magnets.

Recognition hit him like a jolt. She looked exactly like Angela. She was his favorite Australian pornstar. This was the woman whose videos he had jerked off to for years. He had imagined her lips wrapped around his small cock or her body grinding down onto his lap in countless late-night sessions.

She took another step forward and reached for an item on the shelf. The resemblance solidified into absolute certainty. It really was her. Gary’s face burned crimson. A deep flush spread from his neck to his ears as he stood frozen just a few feet away. 

His small cock throbbed insistently. A bead of precum already soaked into his underwear while his mind raced through every scene he had watched her in. He recalled her riding thick cocks on screen. He remembered her moaning as cum splattered across her pierced tits. Every fantasy now felt dangerously close to real in this ordinary grocery aisle.

Gary remained rooted to the spot in the grocery aisle, his slim five-foot-six frame trembling as his three-inch cock pushed visibly against the denim of his jeans. A wet patch spread from the steady leak of precum, making his arousal impossible to hide while he stared at her without shame. 

Angela pivoted on her heel, her massive double-F breasts shifting under the white top as the silver bars through her pierced nipples pressed outward. Their eyes connected directly, and she caught him devouring every inch of her with his gaze fixed on the red thong peeking above her tight black latex pants.

"Can I help you?" she asked, her voice smooth and laced with amusement as she took in his flushed expression and the small bulge throbbing in his pants.

Gary's cheeks burned a deeper crimson. Words tangled on his tongue for several long seconds before he managed to force them out in a shaky rush. "H-hi, m-my name is G-Gary. I am a huge fan of your work, Angela."

Her perfectly arched eyebrow lifted while a soft smile curved her lips. She stepped closer until his line of sight sat level with her heavy tits, the thin fabric doing nothing to conceal the way her nipples stood out. Inside her head she noted how this short slim tiny guy at least showed honesty by admitting his admiration right away, even with nerves shaking his voice and that obvious small erection straining his pants.

Angela extended her hand and wrapped her fingers around his for a firm shake. "Thanks, it is always nice to meet a fan," she replied. She held the contact a moment longer than necessary, leaning in just enough for her breasts to hover near his face before adding in a playful tone, "You look like you've watched every one of my scenes more than once. Tell me, which one gets you this worked up the fastest?"

Gary went fully scarlet again, his mouth opening and closing as fresh stutters poured out. "I-I... all of them... especially the ones where you... you know..." He trailed off, completely awestruck by her presence and unable to form anything more coherent while his small cock twitched harder against the soaked fabric.

Angela tilted her head slightly, her full lips parting in a knowing smile as she studied the way Gary's slim frame quivered in front of her. His eyes stayed locked on the swell of her double-F breasts straining against the white top, the silver bars of her nipple piercings pushing out clearly through the fabric. 

His three-inch cock remained painfully hard, the wet spot on his jeans spreading as more precum leaked from the tip and soaked through the denim.

She leaned in just enough for her voice to drop lower, still playful but direct. "Tell me, Gary. Which of my movies or scenes do you love the most? I want to know you're a real fan."

Gary's face flushed an even deeper red, his mouth working open and closed several times before any words came out. He stuttered hard, voice cracking with nerves and anxiety. "I-I... the one where you... you were the latex police officer... that one gets me every time. And the prison officer scene... where you... you know, take control. The CEO one too, with the... the boardroom and everything. And all the cuckolding ones... the movies where you make the guy watch while you... you do those things."

Angela's eyebrow arched higher, genuine interest flickering across her face as she realized how deeply this short, slim virgin was drawn to her femdom and cuckolding work. She smiled to herself, noting how his small erection kept twitching visibly in his pants while he spoke, his entire body tense with embarrassment and raw desire. 

Without breaking eye contact she reached out, her fingers resting lightly on his forearm, the touch warm and deliberate as she gave a gentle squeeze.

"Thanks for being such a dedicated fan and watching all my content," she said, her tone warm yet laced with a hint of command that matched the themes he had just confessed to loving. "It means a lot to hear that from someone who clearly appreciates the power dynamics I play with."

Angela kept her hand on his forearm, her fingers tracing lightly over his skin as she leaned in closer, her massive double-F breasts nearly brushing against his face. "What are your favorite positions, Gary? Tell me the ones that make you the hardest when you have sex."

Gary's slim body tensed even more, his three-inch cock twitching visibly in his jeans with another spurt of precum soaking the fabric. He stammered and blushed furiously, his voice barely above a whisper. "I-I don't... I don't really know any positions. I haven't... I mean, I just watch."

She tilted her head, a playful yet commanding glint in her eyes as she studied his nervous reaction. "Are you a virgin, Gary?"

He nodded hard, his face turning a deep crimson with embarrassment, his small frame shaking as he avoided her gaze but kept stealing glances at her pierced nipples poking through the white top.

Angela's smile widened with clear delight, her expression lighting up as she pulled her phone from her pocket and handed it to him. "Put your number in here. I'd like to meet you again. It's refreshing to meet a real virgin who appreciates my work."

Gary's hands trembled violently as he took the phone, his fingers fumbling over the screen while he typed in his number. Shock, amazement, excitement, and nerves flooded through him all at once, making his heart race and his tiny erection ache. She watched him with that same flirty smile, her tall frame towering over him.

Once he handed the phone back, Angela grinned, turned on her heel, and walked away down the aisle. His eyes stayed glued to the sway of her round ass in those tight low-rider black latex pants, the red thong riding high above the waistband, the way her curves moved with every step, and the confident flirty energy she radiated. 

He stood frozen in place, unable to believe he had just spoken to his favorite Australian pornstar, confessed his deepest fantasies about her femdom and cuckolding scenes, and watched her take his phone number with genuine interest in his virginity.

Angela pulled into her driveway after completing her grocery shopping and parked her car in the garage. She gathered the bags filled with fresh produce, snacks, and other essentials from the trunk before carrying them inside her spacious home. 

Once in the kitchen, she placed each bag carefully on the marble countertop and began unpacking the items one by one, sorting them into the refrigerator and cabinets with deliberate movements. After finishing with the groceries, she felt a familiar urge building inside her and decided to head downstairs to her private space.

She walked over to the hidden door at the back of the house and descended the long staircase into her basement, which she had transformed into a fully equipped BDSM dungeon. The room featured black walls lined with an array of restraints including leather cuffs, metal chains, and silk ropes hanging from hooks. 

Whips of various sizes, paddles, and floggers were mounted neatly along one entire wall, while a large St. Andrew's cross stood prominently in the center next to a sturdy wooden spanking bench and a padded examination table. Dim red lighting cast shadows over the space, highlighting the collection of dildos, butt plugs, and other toys arranged on shelves.

Angela moved confidently across the concrete floor toward a tall wooden closet positioned in the far corner. She opened the heavy door, revealing an organized array of fetish equipment inside, such as harnesses, collars, and various locking devices. 

Reaching in with both hands, she selected a small flat steel chastity cage from its designated spot on the shelf. She held the compact device up to examine it closely, turning it over to inspect the smooth metal surfaces and the secure locking mechanism that would keep a submissive's cock tightly confined.

As she stood there gripping the chastity cage, Angela's mind wandered back to the nervous young man she had encountered earlier at the grocery store. She pictured Gary's slim five-foot-six frame, his average build, and the way his tiny three-inch cock had visibly hardened in his pants during their conversation. 

Thoughts filled her head about how she could use a bitch exactly like him to clean up after her intense filming sessions. She imagined ordering him to kneel between her legs and use his tongue to lap up every drop of cum from her dripping pussy and stretched ass once her co-stars had finished unloading inside her. 

His inexperience as a virgin combined with his eager submissive reactions during their brief chat made him seem like the perfect candidate for such humiliating tasks, where he would serve without any expectation of his own release.

Angela continued to reflect on the possibilities while holding the steel device. She envisioned locking his small cock away in this very chastity cage, denying him any pleasure while he focused entirely on servicing her used holes with his mouth after each shoot. 

The idea excited her deeply, as she saw potential in his shy demeanor and genuine admiration for her femdom and cuckolding work. She smiled to herself in the quiet dungeon, feeling convinced that she may have just found what she was looking for in the form of this eager virgin fan who could become her dedicated cleanup cuckold.

Brenda opened the door to her and Paul's bedroom. Paul usually waited up on her date nights, but she still tried to respect his normal sleep patterns. He was usually asleep at 1:30 am, but not tonight. Paul was sitting up in bed reading a book.

"Hi there, love," Brenda said as she walked to the bed and leaned over to kiss her husband of 28 years.

Brenda kicked off her heels and went to the bathroom to start her bedtime routine. Paul called out, "How was Steve?"

"Oh, he's good, honey. He got that promotion at work, and seemed quite happy about that. And a little full of himself as usual," Brenda laughed.

Paul chuckled, thinking about Steve and his arrogant mannerisms. Steve had been Brenda's boyfriend for about 3 years. Paul had met him a few times.

Paul watched Brenda through the open door to the bathroom as she washed her face. Paul's cock began to tighten in his cage as he looked at Brenda's long, slender legs in her knee-length black skirt. He imagined how delicious they must have looked as she spread them for Steve a few hours earlier.

Brenda, in her early 50s, still looked amazing. And her self-confidence had grown substantially in the last 10 years of her and Paul's marriage. Not coincidentally, Brenda had "permanently" locked Paul in chastity 6 years earlier. Paul hadn't cum inside his wife in 8 years.

Brenda finished her routine, and Paul watched as she stripped out of her skirt and sweater, unlatched her bra, and slipped a soft, white cotton nightgown over her head. It did not escape Paul that Brenda did not remove the black, satin panties she had worn on her date. This always meant Paul would have a treat soon. Paul was rock hard in the cage now.

"Well, don't you look pretty tonight," Brenda purred as she slipped under the covers and noticed Paul's nightclothes for the first time. Paul always wore a nighty and panties to bed, one of his many standing rules, but tonight he had put on the matching blue nightgown and panty set Brenda had gotten him for his birthday a few weeks earlier. Brenda slid under the covers and patted Paul's cage over the lace panties as she cuddled into his arms.

Paul could smell the mixture of Brenda's perfume, her face lotion, and Steve's semen. He stroked Brenda's hair and recalled a time when he fucked his wife, but that was long ago. He knew those days were gone, but the truth was, he was happier than he had ever been. Brenda's hand on his caged cock combined with the smell of her lover always reminded Paul of his place now.

"May I clean up now, Ma'am?" Paul asked as he felt Brenda's soft body against him.

"Yes, please, love," Brenda whispered.

Paul pushed the covers down and slowly slid Brenda's black panties down her soft, smooth legs. Brenda had kindly left the overhead light on when she came to bed so Paul could clearly see her panties and well-fucked pussy. The panties were a mess, covered in a combination of Brenda and Steve. Paul hadn't cum in several months, and he briefly wished that mess was his. But the thought passed quickly. He knew it was always better for him not to cum.

Still, Paul was rock hard now in his titanium prison, incredibly horny as he looked at Brenda's shaved pussy, pink and tight, but swollen now from the fresh fuck her boyfriend had given her. Paul leaned into the task at hand, slowly licking Brenda's slit from bottom to top.

Paul stopped at her clit and worked it with his tongue. Brenda moaned, but Paul knew she was not interested in a normal, long session with his mouth. She had undoubtedly cum a few times that night with Steve's cock buried inside her. Brenda did not need or want another orgasm. The job now was to get some of Steve's cum into Paul before a good night's sleep.

So Paul slid his tongue inside Brenda's hole and dug for his treat. He was not disappointed as he lapped up the combination of Steve's cum and Brenda's wet release. Paul licked and licked, darting his tongue deep to get all the cream left for him. It was delicious.

After a few minutes of this cleaning work, Brenda said, "Ok, sweetie, finish up." Paul slid his tongue as best he could around her sweet pussy to get anything he missed, then finished with a kiss on her mound.

Paul got up and grabbed Brenda a fresh pair of panties. She slid them on in bed as Paul turned out the light.

Paul got in bed, and Brenda snuggled back into him. She put her hand on his caged manhood, over the lace panties. "How's your guy doing?" she asked.

"Not that great," Paul laughed.

"Well, tomorrow let's have a conference." Conference time was when Brenda adjusted Paul's rules. Paul never knew what to expect from such meetings, but the one constant for him was the cage and denial. He replied, "yes, ma'am," and Brenda drifted of to sleep

.

Paul held his wife and thought about how lucky he was as he fell asleep himself.

Paul was up by 9:00 the next morning, a Sunday. He made a pot of coffee and read the morning news. An hour later, Brenda walked into the living room yawning. She had her usual glow after a night with Steve, relaxed and happy. She sat in her usual chair and Paul brought her coffee.

As Brenda settled into her own morning routine, Paul made her breakfast of eggs and toast. After serving her and cleaning up the few dishes, he put a pillow on the floor in front of her chair and sunk to his knees in front of his wife. This had been part of their routine for many years, allowing Paul to center himself on service while he paid his wife the deference a caged husband owed. After 10 minutes, while Brenda simply scrolled on her phone and sipped coffee, Paul asked, "May I get up, Ma'am?"

"Yes, you may," Brenda responded, "we'll have our conference at noon. Steve is coming for it. Get cleaned up and wear something pretty."

Paul was surprised by this news, and his face flushed. Although Steve was well aware of Brenda's and his dynamic, including the cage and that Paul cross-dressed most days at home, Steve had never seen Paul in female form nor had he attended a conference.

"Really, ma'am?" Paul stammered, "May I ask why?"

"Not now, love," Brenda replied, "But I want you in that red, flowered dress you love so much." Paul did love that dress. It made him feel pretty and sexy. It actually flattered his body.

Paul could never entirely understand why his cock became so incredibly hard when he felt shame and humiliation, but here it was. Erect, confined, and dripping in his panties as he imagined facing his wife's long-time lover wearing a dress.

"Yes, ma'am," was all Paul could stutter as he rose from his knees and headed to the bedroom to shower and prepare for conference in a little over an hour.

This is the second part of the true story of the girl who introduced me to chastity, taken from my first collection, which is available on Kindle. I will post the final part very soon.

Part one.

My first week in chastity was a challenging one. I had got into the habit of furiously masturbating every time I returned from hanging out with Hannah, it was the only way I’d been able to cope with the constant teasing. Now, without that release, I was permanently frustrated. I went home on that Monday evening and lay in bed, straining against my cage, unable to think about anything except how hot she looked in her underwear that night and how amazing it would be to finally get her naked.

Because of my job and lectures and her work, we were in the habit of seeing each other about three or four times a week, which felt like a healthy balance. After she locked me, however, I wanted to spend as much time with her as possible and I text her every day asking her to hang out, but she rebuffed me completely for the first two days. It wasn’t until Thursday afternoon that I got to see her, going over hers to watch a film.

The casual shorts and crop-top she wore were agony for me and I was completely unable to concentrate on the movie, much to her amusement. She insisted we see it to the end of the film before she would even let me kiss her and as soon as the credits rolled, I was all over her. We kissed passionately before she climbed on top and straddled me on the sofa, my hands on the backs of her bare thighs, her breasts inches away from my face. I winced in pain as she ground herself against my crotch, she smiled a wicked smile and carried on straddling me.

After a short while, she got up and declared she needed to get ready for work and told me that I would need to go. I was disappointed but compliant, we exchanged a long, passionate kiss goodbye and arranged to meet in town the following afternoon, once I had finished my shift in the café I worked in.

She met me a little after two o’clock the next day. She was working that evening and told me she was looking forward to it because Friday night usually meant she could make a decent amount of cash. Hannah worked in a classy strip club and when we first started seeing each other some of my friends had asked me if I was jealous, but I honestly didn’t mind, having never been the jealous type. I also wasn’t prepared to argue with her when I knew that she enjoyed working there and was making an impressive amount of money.

Sometimes, when she was talking about work, she would check in with me and she did so again a little after we met. I said the same thing I had said before and she smiled and put her arms around me with genuine affection, kissing me and telling me how good a guy I was.

‘I am looking forward to seeing you naked for myself though,’ I told her with a smile.
‘I bet you are,’ she replied, ‘I promise you won’t be disappointed.’
I felt a twinge as I swelled slightly in my cage, she must have noticed because she gave me one of her wicked grins.
‘How is it?’ she asked.
‘I’m actually enjoying it, in a funny kind of way,’ I told her.
‘Good,’ she said. ‘The guys who come to the bar pay money to see me strip. Think of this,’ she discretely reached down and squeezed the cage, ‘as your way of paying.’

We walked back towards the high-street from the park we had found ourselves in and talked about going to get some food before she went to work.
‘I am going to need you to help me with something though,’ she explained. ‘I need to buy some things for work and I want your opinion.’

It was only when we walked into a lingerie shop a few minutes later, that I fully understood what she meant. Hannah warmly greeted one of the women working in the shop and chatted for a while, leaving me to hover awkwardly before being introduced.
‘This is my boyfriend,’ Hannah explained, ‘he’s helping me choose some work outfits.’
The shop assistant smiled knowingly and the pair began wondering around the shop looking at various items, while I trailed behind, revelling in the fact that she had called me ‘boyfriend’ for the first time.

From time to time, she would show me some lacey undergarments and ask me my opinion. They were all incredibly sexy, my mind was racing and my cock was aching in its cage from imagining her wearing them.
‘Lace is no good though at work though, gives too much away. Mystery is much better – I might get some for myself though.’

She ended up buying a green lacy set, as well as a variety of other combinations for work, alongside some hotpants, short skirts, fish-net stockings and accessories. It all left my mind racing and a little while later, over dinner, I feared I made a blunder with an offhand comment.
‘Will you give me a lap dance sometime?’
Instead of frowning, she smiled, ‘I’m sure we can work something out.’

She worked most of the weekend but sent me a few torturous pictures of her new work outfits. I was at home and desperately wanted to masturbate to them, I was so horny but the cage made the whole thing impossible. I told her exactly how I was feeling, only to get more pictures in response. The agony was exquisite and for a while I contemplated asking to cancel the deal, but knowing I was only a couple of days away from getting to see her naked, so I persisted.

Some friends were planning a night out that Saturday and I decided that going with them would be a good chance to take my mind off of my aching, so I met up with the gang in one of our regular pubs. The majority of my friendship group was female at the time and most of them were very good-looking alternative girls. There were eight of us on that night out, five girls and three guys. One of the guys was in a relationship with one of the girls, one girl was a lesbian and the other three were all single and could be very flirty, one of them in particular, Laura, seemed to have a bit of a crush on me, despite my relationship with Hannah.

We went on from the pub to a club and danced together as a group, Laura had a few drinks and there was a guy who wouldn’t leave her alone, so she told him I was her boyfriend and danced with me to make him go away. This was something we had done with each other in the group before, only this time Laura was taking it further, dancing really seductively and grinding against me. I had no choice but to accept it, as I did not want to put her ruse at risk, and the whole experience of having a good-looking woman grinding against me whilst caged was delightfully frustrating. Despite being tempted to let her continue; I made her stop once the guy had left.

The rest of the night passed without incident until I was on my way home when I received a message from Hannah asking if I was still out, as she had finished work for the night and was out with some of her colleagues. I made a quick U-turn and headed to the bar she’d indicated and quickly spotted the group of six gorgeous strippers dancing and drinking together. Hannah introduced me to them all in turn and I joined them on the dancefloor. Hannah looked amazing in some fishnet stockings, a short black skirt and a dark red bodice that matched her black hair with a red streak, an outfit reminiscent of the first night we met. She danced with me and used some incredibly sexy moves, causing me to ache in my cage. I wondered whether her friends knew about our arrangement, as they all also seemed keen to dance with me and tease me and it felt like I spent most of the time surrounded by at least three scantily-clad girls working their moves on me, with someone’s shapely ass always agonisingly close to my crotch.

She took me back to hers that night and we made out furiously on her couch, she gradually removed layers of clothing until I sat there wearing nothing but boxers and cage while she straddled me in her devilishly sexy outfit. I was leaking precum through the cage and could see the dark spots on my crotch until she removed my boxers and began inspecting the arrangement with a wicked grin on her face, running her fingers over the cage and my swollen testicles.
‘Just two more days,’ she reminded me, ‘And you will finally get me naked.’
I was trembling with excitement as she finally moved her hand away, stood and took a few steps across the room.

As she bent down, my eyes roamed up her shapely stocking-clad legs onto the tiny peek of her red panties. I was practically drooling when she threw my clothes onto my lap with a flop.
‘Get dressed,’ she said with a smile, ‘It’s time you went home. I will see you on Monday evening.’

I spent most of Sunday studying and headed to my part-time job in a local coffee shop early on Monday morning, followed by lectures in the afternoon. I was glad of the busy day as every free second was spent dwelling on the anticipation of what the evening would bring, when Hannah would come over.

She arrived at mine around eight pm and wasted no time, grabbing me the second the door was closed, kissing me fiercely and holding me close to her.
‘I’ve been excited about this all day,’ she told me.
‘Me too,’ I trembled.

She pulled my shirt off, followed by my jeans until I was, once again, left in nothing but my boxers. She took a chair from my kitchen table, placed it in the middle of the living room and told me to sit down on it.

She was wearing a dark green dress with a reasonably amount of cleavage and plenty of bare thigh on show. Her make up was subtle, as always, but the green of her eye shadow was a perfect match and made her beauty even more radiant that usual. She began dancing to the music I had been listening to whilst waiting and paced towards me, leaning over me and giving me the perfect view down her dress as she placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. I was as turned on as I’d ever been in my life, shaking slightly and feeling the intense pressure from the cage as I desperately strained for an erection.

The dress came off in one smooth motion, revealing the lacey green lingerie she had purchased a few days before. She kissed me hard before withdrawing a pair of handcuffs from her bag, manoeuvring herself behind me and artfully cuffing me to the chair. She moved back around the front, gave a slow turn and playfully pulled one bra strap off her shoulder before snapping it back in place.

She moved close in front of me, her green, lace panties inches from my face as she gently began to pull the waistband off her hip before returning it with a shake of her head.

I sighed as she lowered herself in front of me, tucking her fingers into the waistband of my boxers and gently pulling them off of me. She examined me, smiled and wiped some precum away, seductively licking it from her finger.

‘Your reward for one week in chastity,’ she explained, ‘is to see me naked. But there is a catch, there will be no touching. If you can make it to two weeks, you will get to touch. Do you agree?’
I nodded eagerly.
‘Do you agree?’
‘Yes,’ I whispered, ‘Yes, I agree.’

She smiled and skilfully undid her bra, holding it in place as she moved gently backwards and forwards in time to the music.
‘If you ask for the key, I will give it to you, but then we go back to zero and you have to go a week again before getting this and will still have to go two weeks before you can touch.’
I nodded my understanding as she turned around, her perfectly shaped ass in its sexy lace covering, only inches from my caged cock. She dropped the bra to the floor and I gazed at her bare back, waiting for her to turn around. When she did so, her hands covered her breasts. She moved them outwards slowly, until only her nipples were covered by three fingers each, then two and then one finger covering only the tip of each nipple until she moved them away and her incredible breasts were unveiled before me.

They were as shapely as I imagined, pale, soft and round with perfect pink nipples. I let out a sharp breath as I surveyed their beauty while she manoeuvred them close to me, leant over me with her perfect breasts so close to my face that I could feel the warmth from her skin, smell the slightly sweet aroma of her perspirations.

She stood up straight, hooked her fingers into the waist of her panties and turned around, slowly lowering them as she bent over in that move that only strippers seem able to perfect.

She turned and sat on top of me, completely naked, her arms wrapped around my neck as she kissed me with passion. I pulled against the handcuffs and strained against my cage, able to feel the warmth and damp of her pussy gently pressing against me. I was stuck fast as she kissed me harder, moved herself backwards and forwards gently and moaned in delight while I moaned in the undeniable torment of being so close but unable to feel the one thing that I wanted more than anything else in the world.

The kiss seemed to go on forever as she rubbed her clit against my cage faster and faster until she finally gasped a breathless orgasm. She held me tight for a long moment, kissed me softly and put her underwear back on before releasing me from the cuffs.

We held each other on the sofa for a long time, quietly, her in a post-orgasm daze and me coming down from the dizzying heights of denial.

Month four. The cage had become simply him.

I remember month one. Every shift in his chair, every step, every moment of sitting or standing, he was acutely, almost painfully aware of the plastic ring, the weight, the constant low-grade reminder that his pleasure was no longer his to spend. He would message me throughout the day, not with anything meaningful, just a need to touch base, to feel my presence as a counterweight to the physical absence of access.

"It's tight today."

"I thought about you this morning."

"How long do you think?"

I answered some. Ignored others. The silence was as much the training as the cage.

By month two, the messages thinned. He had found a rhythm. The cage was still foreign, still a deliberate choice he made each morning when he locked himself at my instruction, but it had stopped being an emergency. He could work. He could socialize. He could exist in the world without the constant background hum of deprivation demanding his attention.

Month three was when I started testing him. Small things. A dinner where I wore a particular perfume I knew affected him. A conversation where I referenced, casually, something we had done before the cage, something he couldn't have now, might not have for a long time, might never have again if I decided so. I watched his face. He passed most tests. Failed one, a glance at my neck that lasted too long, a hunger that leaked through his composure. I noted it. Said nothing. The not-saying was part of the architecture.

But month four. Month four was different.

He had stopped feeling the cage as foreign weight and started feeling it as simply him. The way you stop noticing your own heartbeat until someone asks you to find it. The way a ring on your finger becomes part of your hand. He was present in rooms in a way he hadn't been before, not distracted, not performing, not waiting for the next interaction with me to validate his state. He was just... there. Locked. Owned. And somehow, paradoxically, free inside it.

That night, we were at dinner. Six people around a table in a restaurant with low lighting and too much noise. Friends of mine he didn't know well, friends of his I was meeting for the first time. Normal conversation. Someone was telling a story about a trip to Portugal. He was laughing, engaged, his hand resting on the table near his wine glass, his body angled toward the speaker in the way people do when they're genuinely listening.

I watched him forget.

Not the cage itself, that was still there, still real, still pressing against him with every shift. But the meaning of it. He was becoming comfortable. And comfort, in chastity, is the most dangerous phase. It's the proof that the training is working, the sub has integrated the denial into his identity. But it's also the first warning that the edge might dull. That the cage might become jewelry instead of bondage. That he might start to feel like a man who happens to be locked, rather than a pet who is held.

I couldn't let that stand. Not because I needed him to suffer. Because I needed him to remember that the comfort itself was something I allowed. That the peace he felt had been built by my will, maintained by my decision, and could be disturbed by my attention at any moment.

So I did something small.

We were mid-conversation. The woman to my left was describing a vineyard, something about the soil, I wasn't fully listening. I turned my head, just slightly, and caught his eye across the table. Held it two seconds longer than normal conversation allows. Three seconds. Four.

I didn't smile. Didn't raise an eyebrow. Didn't command or signal or perform dominance for the table to notice. I just looked at him with the full, unshielded knowledge of what he was wearing. What he hadn't earned. What he might never earn if I decided so. The weeks of denial. The mornings he had woken up straining against the cage and simply breathed through it because that was the rule. The nights he had wanted to message me, to beg, to ask for some small relief, and had stopped himself because he was learning that my silence was also part of the structure.

All of that, I put it into my eyes for four seconds.

His laugh caught. Not dramatically. No one else at the table noticed. The woman kept talking about Portugal. The man to his right reached for bread. But I saw.

The color in his face shifted, not a blush, something deeper, something that moved from his chest upward. His hand, resting near the wine glass, twitched. Moved instinctively toward his lap, toward the cage, toward the physical proof of what I had just reminded him of. Then stopped. Remembered where he was. Who was watching. Dropped back to the table.

He didn't touch himself that night. Not because the cage prevented it. Because I had reached into his mind from across a crowded room, surrounded by strangers and wine and stories about vineyards, and turned the key without moving my hand.

After dinner, in the car, he was quiet. I drove. The city moved past us in streaks of light. I didn't ask what he was thinking. I waited.

At a red light, he spoke. His voice was different. Thinner. More honest.

"I forgot I was yours for a moment. At the table. I was just... there. Listening. Laughing. Like a normal person."

He paused. The light changed. I drove on.

"And then you looked at me. And I remembered. And now I can't stop remembering. I don't know if I want to stop."

That's the moment I keep him for. Not the denial itself. Not the cage. Not the weeks of accumulated frustration and the discipline of breathing through it.

The return.

The moment of falling back into himself, into the locked, held, owned version of himself, and finding it not as restriction but as relief. As the place he actually lives. The place he had almost drifted from, and was grateful to be pulled back to.

What about you?

Have you had a moment of forgetting — a genuine, unguarded moment where you were simply a person in a room, not a locked sub, not a denied pet, not someone's property? And have you had a moment of being reminded that hit harder than the original lockup ever did?

What did it feel like when you came back?

This is the introduction to the true story of the girl who introduced me to chastity, taken from my first collection, which is available on Kindle. I will post the next part very soon.

I made a lot of friends during my first term at university, mostly in the local heavy-metal scene, which meant my friendship group was a healthy mix of fellow students and ‘civilians’. I hadn’t much been on the lookout for girls (or guys) and was mostly just focussing on settling in, making friends and getting on with my studies. I was, however, open to the possibility.

I met Hannah at a house party thrown by my friend Tom. All of the regular crowd was there when I arrived, as well as plenty of people I didn’t know. I had been working so was playing catch up on the drinking front in the kitchen, chewing the fat with some friends. I was feeling a little tipsy when I moved into the living room with the rest of the party and plonked myself down in an empty armchair.

Hannah was stood in the corner talking to some other girls and instantly caught my eye, even in a room full of attractive women she was an absolute bombshell. Her long legs were clad in fishnet stockings and a short skirt, she wore a red and black and red corset that extenuated her already knockout body. Her long black hair had a red streak in it and her eyes were piercing highlights to a very pretty face. I had a major thing for rock chicks and she was an absolute ten even for guys who weren’t into that. In a word: beautiful.

I must have caught her eye too because she was looking my way and pretty soon she was crossing the room towards me carrying some jelly shots.
‘I’m Hannah,’ she told me, handing me a shot glass, ‘Who are you?’
I told her my name and drank the jelly shot. She drank one too, smiled and sat herself on my lap.
‘Why haven’t I met you before?’ she asked, a sly grin on her face.
‘I’m new here,’ I told her, feeling a little intimidated by her forward nature, ‘I’m a uni student.’
‘Oh yeah?’ she responded, giving me another jelly shot that had come from somewhere. I was already a little tipsy and also aware that vodka always goes to my head.

‘I think you are cute,’ she told me.
I blushed and replied, ‘I think you are beautiful.’

She smiled, leaned back on my lap and tipped a jelly shot onto her exposed midriff. I eagerly sucked it up off of her perfectly flat, flawless stomach, flicking the last of it out of her bellybutton with my tongue. I caught one of my friends watching out of the corner of my eye, a grin on his face as he nudged another friend so he could see too.

I ate the next shot out of her cleavage and felt like the luckiest guy in the room lingering between them sucking and licking up the jelly. She was knocking back the shots too and we were giggling away together, when she told me she lived nearby and asked me to walk her home. I happily agreed.

It was only a five-minute walk, down the road and through a park, but it took us nearly twenty because we stopped to make out under a tree on the way. When we arrived at hers, we stumbled through her small basement flat into the bedroom. As she collapsed onto her bed, it was clear to me that she was more drunk than I first realised. I decided that I didn’t want to take advantage of her, so I helped her take her shoes off, put a glass of water on the bedside table and left a note with my number, asking her to text me.

None of my friends would believe that we didn’t have sex that night and couldn’t understand my modesty, even though I was never one to kiss and tell. Hannah and I fell into a pattern over the next few weeks, seeing each other on nights out and parties, flirting, dancing and making out furiously but never actually sleeping together. She told me that she was working in a strip club whilst studying and asked if it bothered me – I told her it didn’t and we agreed to a ‘proper date’ one Saturday afternoon.

We started seeing each other and really seemed to enjoy each other’s company. I was absolutely delighted the first time she introduced me to someone as her boyfriend. I had never been with a girl this good looking before and was desperate to please her and make her happy. We watched movies together, made food, went to bars and played games and we had long make-out sessions but after about two months still had not slept together, nor had I seen her naked. It was clear she wasn’t prudish or shy about her body because of her job and I started to wonder if there was an issue she wasn’t telling me about. We had conversations about sex, kinks we enjoyed and plenty of dirty talk so I decided to simply ask her if there was a reason we’d not actually done it yet.

 

One evening, whilst watching a movie at her flat, she climbed on top of me and kissed me with incredible passion. I ran my hands up her back, under her t-shirt and caressed her ribs – knowing that if my hands got any higher, she would likely push them down. I pulled away from the kiss and whispered in her ear ‘I really want to fuck you’.

‘Good,’ she whispered, ‘I want you desperate.’

I pulled her top off of her, revealing a black and green lacy bra. She pulled my top off too and ran her hands down my chest. I lifted her gently and lay her down on the sofa, kissed her neck and started working my way down her body, between her covered breasts and kissing the soft skin of her stomach as I started to unbuckle her jeans. I pulled her out of her tight jeans with a little difficulty, but she offered no resistance and I smiled at her sexy lace thong, a particular weakness of mine.

My jeans came off next and we continued to make out passionately in our underwear for several long minutes. I could feel the wet between her legs and I was sure she could feel my raging hard-on, I genuinely believed that within a few minutes I would be furiously fucking the girl I’d been obsessed with since the moment I saw her at that party.

Soon she was on top of me, grinding against me and moaning softly. I was just about to make a move on the clasp of her bra, when she pushed me down, climbed off of me and declared, ‘Let’s go out somewhere’.
I hesitated and stammered, ‘But… but…’.
She responded my throwing my jeans at me, ‘Come on, get dressed.’

 

I watched her put her clothes on, completely confused by what was happening but willing to go along with anything she wanted. After we dressed, we headed out for a walk along the seafront and I barely said a word as she chatted about uni friends, her course and her favourite TV show.

After a while I decided to bring up the subject that was most on my mind, as tactfully as I could. ‘Is everything okay?’ I asked.
‘Yeah, of course it is,’ she smiled, ‘why?’.
‘Well, we’ve been seeing each other for over two months, we keep having these intense make out sessions but not going any further. We’ve both had sexual relationships before, we’ve talked about it, so I was just wondering if something was wrong.’
‘Oh,’ she replied, ‘I see.’ She was still smiling, which I took to be a sign I’d not overstepped.
‘I’ve not even seen you naked,’ I told her, ‘Which is a little odd considering guys can see you naked at the bar – which I don’t have a problem with. It’s just odd.’

I was convinced I’d gone too far with my last comment but she remained calm and hadn’t let go of my hand or anything. We sat down on a nearby bench, looking out at the sea and she gave me a warm smile and told me she would explain everything.

‘I’m going to be honest,’ she began, ‘I really get off on teasing guys, on making them as frustrated as I can. That’s why I strip, they want me but can’t have me. But in a relationship, it has to be different, I know that.’
I nodded my understanding.
‘You’ve told me about your past relationships, the kinky things you have done. I like that you are a bit kinky, I’m into those things too. I’ve told you that before. The problem is that you are fifty-fifty, you switch between dominant and submissive and that’s not what I want. I want a guy who is one hundred percent submissive, that’s what really gets me off, so I need to ruin you. I need you to be so frustrated that you would do anything for me and you just aren’t ready.’

The conversation had me aroused again and I wondered if she was turned on too.
‘I am ready,’ I told her, ‘I can be as submissive as you want.’
She smiled doubtfully.
‘I can,’ I insisted, ‘I would literally do anything for you. Anything just to see you naked. Let me prove it.’
‘Okay,’ she told me, ‘I have something in mind, let’s go back to mine.’

 

A short while later, we sat on her bed and she explained what she had in mind.
‘A little test, well a big test actually, that you can be a properly submissive boyfriend. It’s to prove that you are one hundred percent submissive.’
I nodded my understanding.
‘Close your eyes and hold out your hands.’
I obeyed and felt a cold, light object placed in them.
‘Open them.’

I looked down at the steel chastity cage she had placed in my hand. I knew what it was because of videos I’d watched but it was my first real life encounter with one.
‘Wear this for one week and I will let you see me naked,’ she told me.
I nodded my agreement and she smiled a big smile. Little did I know that this was just the beginning.

Mia continued gather numerous metal implements and setting them down each with a metal clink on the metal tray. In between each new object the only thing that could be heard was the muffled gagging of Caroline and her quiet whimpers. Mia took her time gathering everything. Last thing she put on the table was a box of latex gloves and a new mask and safety glasses. Mia took the Cart and rolled it over back to the gyno table. Mia stopped the cart next to Caroline but out of the light. She put on some safety glasses and put on her mask.

"Based on your actions thus far. You a have disappointed me" said Mia slowly snapping on one latex glove and admiring it.

"You clearly are no Dom and I would even say calling you a dub is giving you too much respect. Your more on the level of a slut. Until you start acting better that is where you live. The slut level. Now if you a slut to me that means I will unapologetically use you. You will suffer as much as I wish regardless of your screaming" Mia looked down at Caroline. Her latex mask was wet from the tears due to her gagging.

"Now I'm going to show you how devilish I can be" said Mia snapping on her other gloves with a loud snap.

Mia picked duo the inflation bulb into her right gloved had and started pumping quickly. Caroline's gagging had turning to chocking. Caroline's eyes closed from her trying to deal with the chocking. After about a minute Mia release the air. Caroline's body called down. She had tensed so much that she had started to sweat on her back.

"I have the power to make you suffer and have relief. " Said Mia. She let Caroline settle after her gagging. Caroline mouth was still sealed shut with the internal gag and inflatable gag. She was breathing deeply through her nose.

Suddenly Mia took her gloved right hand and with her fingers pitched Caroline nose. This took Caroline by surprise. She tried to breathe through the gag but no air was coming in. She could only plead with her eyes. She looked into Mia's brown eyes. Mia's facial expression was one of calm which scared Caroline more.

"Don't ever forget, what is given can be taken away" said Mia releasing her nose. Caroline took in as much air as she could. Soon she caught her breathe.

"Now slut, are you ready to enjoy your mouth again? Blink twice if you agree" said Mia. Caroline blinked.

"Now the first rule is you will call me Mistress AND you will only speak when spoken to." Ordered Mia. Caroline blinked twice.

"Remember what is given can be taken away" said Mia turning the dial all the way on the gag and retrieving it from Caroline's mouth. Suddenly Caroline gained more air.

Mia placed the molt gag back and slowly released the internal gag. Once it was out she removed the molt gag. She wasnt taking any chances for Caroline to bite her. Once free she was able to swallow all the saliva that had accumulated in her mouth.

"I'm sorry Mistress" said Caroline in a very small voice.

Mia smiles at her through her mask " Good girl" said Mia

Now let's see what we are working with down here. Mia took the Cart and wheeled the cart to the foot of the table. She also produced a stool that had been on the other side of the gyno table. Mia sat down and she was perfectly positioned between Caroline's legs which were restrained with two straps on the gyno table as well as metal bindings at her ankles. Mia ran her gloves hand down Caroline's pelvis and on either side of her pussy. Mia adjusted the light to have a better viewinf of her work area. Caroline looked into the mirror to see what was on the cart. To her horror she saw some speculums next to the gloves and what looked like a bottle of lube. The rest of the implements were covered by a blue medical drape.

"Now let's see how big of a slut you are" said Mia sinking one finger into Caroline's pussy. Caroline whimpered, she had never been touched by another women. Mia withdrew and pushed another finger in, another whimpers from Caroline. Mia then placed a third finger in. Caroline moaned.

"I guess I was right you are quite a slut and a dirty one at that" said Mia removing her fingers. They were cover by Caroline's wetness. She walked over to Caroline's face.

"Open" commanded Mia. Caroline mouth shot open which surprised Caroline with were submission. Mia took her pussy soaked finger and shoved them into Caroline's mouth.

"Suck them" commanded Mia.

Caroline started sucking her fingers. Caroline had never tasted herself before. Once Mia was satisfied she removed her hand and walked back to between Caroline's legs.

"Good slut, ohh look"  she said putting another finger into her pussy. We've got even more. Someone likes her current predicament.

"What do you say for letting me taste yourself?" Said Mia slapping Caroline's pussy making her jump.

"Thank you Mistress" said Caroline whimpering.

"Good girl, maybe we can make a sub out of you yet" said Mia reaching for the speculum

There was a shudder from Caroline.

"Now now slut it's time to examine your holes further." Said mail opening and closing the graves speculum.

Caroline closed her eyes in fear.

"You should be used to being spread slut, I don't see the problem" said Mia slowly pushing the speculum into Caroline.

Another whimper escaped Caroline lips. Mia turned the speculum so the blades of the speculum were opening up Caroline vertically. Mia turned the screw which opened up the speculum.

"Just as I figured slut, you are able to take the full opening of the speculum" said Mia. Caroline felt her pussy stretched open. She could feel the cool breeze of the AC in the pussy. It felt so violating.

"Feel this, slut" Mia too her fingers and rubbed the inside of the pussy. " Isn't it so violating to feel me touching your insides yet you can't feel my fingers. Caroline's pelvis shook with a combination of violation and humiliation.

While Caroline was processing these emotions she heard Mia pick up the other speculum. Her eyes fixed on it in the mirror.

" Now for the next hole" said Mia opening and closing the Collins speculum.

"Nooooo!" Yelled Caroline.

"I thought I told you slut, YOUR MINE" breathed Mia " I will do anything I wish, whether you like it or not. Not to mention you better get to liking anal because that's all you get from me" said Mia taking the lubricant and lining up a finger.

She gently pushed it into Caroline. Caroline clenched her asshole.

"Your resistance is useless, you'll end up stretched out for me" said Mia withdrawing her finger. She lubes upper her other fingers and added a second. The two fingers slipped in easily.

"Hmmm weird the 2 fingers went easily. Seems like you can take more slut" said Mia taking out her two fingers and pushing in three fingers.

"Haha" chuckled Mia "such a good slut" said Mia still chuckling.

She started to finger fuck Caroline. Slowly with three fingers, in and out. Caroline was starting to moan.

" Your going to be a fun slut to use" said Mia. While finger fucking Caroline she grabbed the Collins speculum and quickly changed it for her fingers. It slid in with not issue. Caroline had felt the change but handed realized what transpired until she opened her eyes from the pleasure of her anal stimulation to see the speculum deep inside her. Mia started to turnt the screw which opened the speculum. Soon it was open and you could see inside her asshole.

" I just love a slut all stretched out for me." Said Mia. Caroline was altering between whimpers and moans. Clearly she was enjoying it.

"Clearly you like being like this slut" says Mia while slapping Caroline on the thigh.

"Yes Mistress, thank you" says Caroline through her whimpers

"Good I need to attend to my sub now, don't go anywhere" Mia turned taking her gloves off and giggled. Mia walks over to Mark.

To be continued

For two days, the cage sat untouched on the dresser across from the bed.

Vivian never mentioned it again after showing Ethan the package.

That silence was the worst part.

Or maybe the best.

Ethan couldn’t stop thinking about it. Every time he changed clothes, every time he caught sight of the matte-black box from the corner of his eye, his body reacted instantly. The idea of finally being locked inside a real chastity cage had rooted itself deep inside his mind.

Vivian noticed everything.

The lingering glances.

The nervous energy.

The way his cock hardened whenever she casually crossed her legs beside him on the sofa.

By Sunday evening, the tension between them had become impossible to ignore.

Vivian entered the bedroom carrying the black box in both hands and placed it carefully on the bed between them.

Ethan’s pulse immediately quickened.

“Come here,” she said softly.

He obeyed without hesitation.

That automatic obedience sent a flicker of satisfaction across Vivian’s face.

“Nervous?” she asked.

“A little.”

“Good.”

Her tone was calm, warm, almost reassuring.

Not cruel.

Not theatrical.

That somehow made the moment feel far more intimate than Ethan expected.

Vivian slowly opened the box again.

The polished steel chastity cage gleamed beneath the bedroom light beside the tiny silver lock and keys.

Ethan swallowed hard.

This wasn’t fantasy anymore.

This wasn’t another late-night search or private submissive thought.

This was real.

Vivian lifted the cage carefully into her hand.

“I spent most of yesterday reading about beginner chastity cages,” she admitted casually. “Apparently the first fitting matters a lot.”

Ethan laughed nervously. “That’s reassuring.”

Vivian smiled faintly.

“I also learned something else.”

“What?”

She looked directly into his eyes.

“That the emotional side matters just as much as the physical side.”

A pulse of heat moved through him instantly.

Vivian noticed.

“Exactly,” she whispered.

Then she stood.

“Bathroom.”

Preparing for His First Cage

Warm steam filled the bathroom as Ethan stood beneath the shower, trying unsuccessfully to calm himself down.

Vivian sat nearby on the closed toilet seat wearing one of his oversized white shirts, quietly watching him prepare.

The atmosphere didn’t feel like pornography.

It felt strangely domestic.

Personal.

Intimate.

“Apparently shaving helps with comfort,” Vivian said casually.

“You really researched all of this?”

“If I’m going to lock you properly,” she replied calmly, “I want to do it right.”

The words made his cock twitch again.

Vivian immediately noticed.

“You’re getting hard already.”

“I’m trying not to.”

“Mmm.”

Her eyes drifted slowly downward.

“That’s going to become difficult for you, isn’t it?”

Ethan exhaled shakily.

The truth was simple:

Every moment of this turned him on more than he wanted to admit.

Not just because of the cage itself.

Because of her.

The calm authority.

The growing confidence.

The feeling that she was slowly becoming his keyholder without even trying.

By the time he finished showering and drying himself, his pulse was racing.

Vivian stood and stepped closer.

Her fingertips brushed lightly against the inside of his thigh as she inspected his shaving.

The tiny touch made his breathing catch immediately.

“So sensitive,” she murmured softly.

His First Cage Fitting

Back in the bedroom, Vivian carefully arranged the contents of the box across the blanket.

Several rings.

The cage itself.

The tiny silver lock.

The keys.

Ethan sat beside her silently, unable to stop staring at the polished steel device that would soon lock around him.

“Lie back,” Vivian instructed gently.

He obeyed immediately.

The mattress shifted softly as she climbed beside him.

The fitting process felt unexpectedly intimate.

Not overtly sexual.

Something slower.

More exposing.

Vivian tested different rings patiently, adjusting sizes with careful concentration while Ethan struggled to steady his breathing beneath her touch.

Every movement felt amplified.

Every brush of her fingers made his body tense.

Eventually she selected one ring and looked up at him.

“I think this one fits best.”

The cool steel settled behind him with surprising weight.

Ethan immediately looked downward.

Seeing metal attached to his body sent a complicated mix of excitement and vulnerability through him.

Vivian watched his expression carefully.

“How does it feel?”

“Strange.”

“Bad strange?”

He hesitated.

“…No.”

Her lips curved faintly.

“Good.”

Then she picked up the cage itself.

Ethan’s pulse immediately accelerated.

This was the real moment now.

Vivian positioned the steel cage carefully against him.

The cold metal pressed against his skin as she slowly guided him inside.

His cock twitched instinctively, trying to harden further, but the steel walls left nowhere for it to go.

The trapped sensation shocked him immediately.

Contained.

Restricted.

Owned.

He inhaled sharply.

Vivian paused instantly.

“Too tight?”

“No.”

“You’ll tell me if anything hurts.”

The concern in her voice somehow made the moment even more intense.

This wasn’t humiliation.

This wasn’t punishment.

This was trust.

A deeply intimate kind of control.

Vivian adjusted the fit slightly before settling everything properly into place.

Then she reached for the tiny silver lock.

But before closing it, she stopped.

She looked directly at him.

“This is your last chance.”

Ethan swallowed hard.

“If you want to touch yourself,” she whispered softly, “do it now.”

The room suddenly felt very quiet.

Vivian held the lock loosely between her fingers.

“Because once this closes…” she said, leaning closer, “…your orgasms belong to me.”

Ethan stared at her.

At the cage.

At the lock.

Part of him wanted to panic.

Another part wanted this more than he could explain.

Slowly, he lowered his hands to his sides.

Vivian’s eyes darkened with quiet satisfaction.

“Good boy.”

Then:

Click.

The tiny sound echoed loudly through the room.

Ethan froze instantly.

Vivian tugged gently against the cage, testing the lock.

Secure.

Locked.

Real.

Ethan looked silently down at the steel now attached to his body.

No touching.

No release.

No escape without her permission.

And then the realization hit him fully for the first time:

She could leave him locked like this for days.

The thought sent a deep pulse of fear and arousal through his entire body.

Vivian saw the exact moment it happened in his eyes.

And smiled.

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Part 1 & Part 2

The heavy front door swung open with a dramatic creak, revealing Claire in her full black latex catsuit that clung from her neck down to her booted feet, the glossy material molding every curve of her large breasts, narrow waist, and thick juicy ass like a second skin. 

She held a sleek riding crop in her right hand, the thin leather tip dangling menacingly, while the small key to Kai's chastity cage gleamed against her deep cleavage, nestled securely between her massive tits.

Claire snapped the crop down hard against the stone threshold, the sharp crack echoing through the night air. 'Strip naked right now, worm,' she commanded, her voice a low, bossy growl laced with unyielding authority. 'Then drop to your hands and knees where you belong.' Her blue eyes locked onto his green ones, piercing and demanding total obedience.

Kai's heart hammered in his chest, his caged cock straining futilely against the flat steel confines, but her confidence overwhelmed him completely. 

Trembling hands fumbled with his shirt buttons, peeling off his clothes in frantic haste—shirt, pants, underwear—all discarded in a heap beside his suitcases on the driveway. Naked and exposed, his thin body shivered in the cool evening air as he sank to his hands and knees, palms pressing into the gravel, knees scraping lightly, ass presented slightly upward.

Claire stepped forward with grace, snapping shiny steel shackles around his wrists first, the cold metal clicking shut with finality, chaining his hands close together. 

She moved behind him, securing matching shackles on his ankles, limiting his crawl to short, humiliated shuffles. A thick leather collar encircled his neck next, buckling tight with a padlock, the attached leash dangling from her gloved hand. Finally, she pried his jaw open and shoved the red rubber ball gag deep into his mouth, buckling the straps behind his head, stretching his lips wide around the unyielding sphere.

She cracked the riding crop across his bare ass cheeks twice, the sting blooming red welts that made him yelp into the gag. 'Good boy,' she purred. 'Time for a much deeper medical exam down in my playroom.' Grabbing the leash, she yanked hard, forcing Kai to crawl after her as she strode inside, his shackled limbs struggling to keep pace on the polished marble floor.

She doesn't wait or take things slow at all, Kai thought wildly, drool already bubbling around the ball gag and dripping from his chin, his rock-hard cock leaking pre-cum steadily into the chastity cage, the pressure agonizing yet intoxicating. His clothes and suitcases lay abandoned outside the gates, which now swung shut behind him with a ominous clang.

Claire smirked down at him, her dark red hair cascading over one shoulder as she towered above his crawling form. 'You won't need those pathetic rags or your junk anymore, pet. Everything you are belongs to me now.' She led him down the dimly lit hallway, her boots clicking authoritatively, snapping the crop against his ass cheeks every few steps to urge him faster—crack, crack—each strike jolting his body and sending fresh throbs through his trapped dick.

'Your father was such a disappointment,' she teased, her voice dripping with mocking disdain as she tugged the leash harder. 'Too vanilla, too weak to handle a real woman like me. But you, Kai? You'll be the perfect submissive bitch I've been craving—locked, gagged, and crawling for my every whim.' 

Kai's green eyes watered with submission, pre-cum oozing from the cage's slit in a steady drip onto the floor, saliva pouring from his gagged mouth as he crawled obediently, his mind surrendering utterly to her dominance, body aching for whatever depraved medical play awaited.

Claire tugged the leash with deliberate cruelty, her latex-clad thighs flexing as she dragged Kai down the echoing hallway, his shackled knees scraping against the cold marble floor with every humiliated shuffle. 

The riding crop whistled through the air before cracking sharply across his right ass cheek, then the left, leaving fiery red stripes that made his tiny caged cock throb and leak more pre-cum onto the tiles. Drool poured from his stretched lips around the red rubber ball gag, his green eyes wide with a mix of terror and desperate arousal as he crawled faster to keep up.

She stopped at a massive iron door on the left side of the hall, its surface pitted and rusted for an intimidating effect, etched with faint medical symbols twisted into perverse icons. Claire fished a heavy key from between her latex-squeezed breasts, the key to his cage glinting momentarily before she inserted it into the lock with a grinding click. 

The door swung open on squealing hinges, revealing the stark BDSM medical room beyond: gleaming steel cabinets lined with syringes, probes, and restraints; a central gurney bolted to the floor with thick leather straps; overhead lights casting harsh shadows; and racks of devices humming faintly with latent power.

'Inside, bitch,' she barked, yanking the leash to pull him over the threshold. Kai crawled in obediently, his heart pounding, sweat beading on his pale skin despite the cool air. Claire kicked the iron door shut behind them with a resounding boom, then knelt to unlock the shackles on his wrists and ankles. The metal clattered free, but before he could rub his sore joints, she grabbed his chin roughly, forcing his gaze up to her smirking face. 'Don't even think about standing, pet. Your new life starts now.'

She strode to a nearby cabinet and pulled out a full black rubber gimp suit, the thick material shiny and unforgiving, complete with an attached hood, built-in mittens, and a rear zipper access. Holding it up like a trophy, she dangled it before his face. 'Time to get dressed in your new clothes, Kai. This rubber prison will encase every pathetic inch of you—making you nothing but my toy.' Her voice dripped with bossy delight as she unzipped the back seam and stepped behind him.

Kai trembled on all fours as Claire worked the suit onto his body with clinical efficiency. She started with his feet, forcing his toes into the tight rubber stockings that gripped like a vice, the material stretching taut over his skinny legs and up his thighs. She yanked the bulk over his narrow hips, the rubber molding to his flat steel chastity cage, compressing it further and amplifying the ache in his trapped three-inch erection. 

His thin torso disappeared next, the suit squeezing his ribs and belly until he gasped around the gag, the glossy black latex sealing him from toes to neck in a second skin that restricted every breath and movement.

She shoved his hands into the integrated mittens last—thick rubber fists with heavy balls inside that locked his fingers into useless, balled-up claws. No gripping, no freedom; his hands rendered completely impotent. 

Finally, she pulled the hood over his head, aligning the eye holes and mouth opening around the protruding ball gag, zipping it shut at the back of his skull. His soft white hair vanished, his feminine features anonymized, the world narrowing to the rubber's oppressive embrace and Claire's towering form. Only his green eyes peered out desperately, his entire body now a shiny, helpless black rubber encasement, cock cage bulging obscenely against the crotch.

Claire clipped the leash back to his collar and led him—now waddling awkwardly on useless fists and knees—to the steel gurney in the room's center. 'Up you go, worm.' She hoisted his lightweight frame onto the padded surface with ease, positioning him on his back. 

Methodically, she restrained him completely: thick leather cuffs snapped around each wrist, pulling his balled fists to the upper corners and bolting them down with padlocks. Ankle cuffs followed, spreading his rubber-sheathed legs wide and locking them to the lower rails, exposing his ass fully. 

A wide chest strap pinned his torso flat, another across his thighs, and a final one over his forehead immobilized his head. He tested the bonds frantically—muscles straining, rubber creaking—but not a millimeter of give. Utterly helpless, splayed and vulnerable.

Stepping back to admire her work, Claire unzipped two small ports over his nipples, exposing the pink buds through the rubber. She pinched each one hard, twisting until he whimpered into the gag, then attached heavy vibrating clamps—chrome jaws that bit down with electric teeth. 

She flicked a switch on the control panel nearby, and the clamps buzzed to life, vibrating intensely against his sensitive flesh. Random jolts of electricity followed at unpredictable intervals—zap!—searing pain shooting through his chest, making his body arch futilely against the straps, pre-cum surging in his cage.

Her gloved hands moved lower, unzipping the ass flap of the suit to reveal his smooth, hairless cheeks. Claire selected a massive fucking dildo from a wall mount—twelve inches long, girthy as his wrist, mounted on a hydraulic piston arm that she aligned precisely with his virgin asshole. 

She squirted thick lube onto the bulbous head, slathering it generously before smearing more into his tight pucker with two probing fingers. 'This will ream your ass open, boy,' she taunted, pressing the tip against his hole. With a mechanical whir, she activated it—the dildo thrust forward slowly at first, stretching his ring wide, then picked up a relentless rhythm: in deep, out halfway, pounding his prostate with every brutal stroke. 

Kai's muffled screams vibrated the gag as his ass clenched and yielded, the invasion filling him completely, sparks of unwanted pleasure igniting alongside the burn.

Satisfied with his ass-fucking, Claire knelt between his spread thighs and unlocked the flat steel chastity cage with the key from her cleavage. The device clicked open, and his pathetic three-inch cock sprang free—rock-hard, veiny despite its small size, twitching desperately in the open air, slick with backed-up pre-cum. 

'Look at this tiny prick,' she laughed, slapping it lightly to make it bob. She fitted a clear vacuum pump over it, sealing the tube around his base and activating the slow suction cycle. The pump tugged rhythmically—pull, release, pull—edging him mercilessly at a glacial pace, swelling his cock to its max without mercy, denying orgasm as his balls tightened in agony. Kai moaned loudly into the gag, hips bucking uselessly, the edging drawing guttural pleas from his drooling mouth.

Not done, she slapped adhesive pads onto his smooth balls, wiring electrodes that hummed with latent charge. A quick zap tested them, making his sack contract and his body jolt. Next, she lubed a thin sounding rod—stainless steel, beaded for extra teasing, removed the pump on his cock—and gripped his cockhead, parting the slit. 

Slowly, she inserted it, inch by inch down his urethra, the intrusion burning and stretching his piss tube until it seated deep, blocking any hope of release. Kai's eyes rolled back, tears streaming as the rod locked in with a clip. 

She placed the pump back on and switched it to a slow pump.

Claire wrapped a tight medical band around his upper arm, the sensor beeping to life and displaying his skyrocketing heart rate on a nearby monitor—140 bpm and climbing. Finally, she unbuckled the ball gag, yanking the soaked red rubber from his jaw with a pop, strings of saliva trailing. 

His mouth hung open, gasping, but she silenced him swiftly by fitting a breathing control mask over his face—sealed rubber with tubes connected to a regulator. She adjusted the valves, restricting his inhales to shallow sips, exhales forced and ragged, her finger on the dial dictating his very breath.

Standing back, hands on her latex hips, Claire circled the gurney like a lion, crop tapping her thigh. The dildo hammered his ass steadily—thud, squelch—pump edging his tiny cock, clamps buzzing and zapping his nipples, electrodes tingling his balls, sounding rod plugging his shaft, mask choking his air. Kai writhed in ecstasy and pain, heart monitor beeping wildly, rubber suit slick with sweat underneath.

'I dreamed of strapping your father down here,' she teased, leaning close to whisper through the mask, her breath fogging the visor. 'Making him my bitch, fucking his ass raw while his little ego shattered. But he was too weak, too straight-laced. So I'll settle for you, Kai—his pathetic son, even tinier, even more broken. You'll take everything he couldn't, leak and beg in this rubber hell forever.' She cranked the dildo's speed higher, twisted the pump to suck harder, and shocked the nipple clamps—zap!—drawing a strangled howl from his controlled lungs.

His three-inch cock pulsed in the edging vacuum, balls electro-shocked, ass reamed, breaths rationed, body a symphony of denial and overload, mind dissolving into total submission as Claire watched, eyes gleaming with sadistic joy.

Claire's blue eyes sparkled with wicked glee as she plucked a sleek remote control from a nearby tray, her latex fingers dancing over the buttons. She thumbed the dial for the hydraulic dildo first, cranking it to maximum depth and speed. 

The machine whirred louder, the thick shaft plunging deeper into Kai's ass—fourteen inches now, stretching his hole to its limit, slamming against his prostate with punishing force. Each thrust hammered in balls-deep, withdrawing just enough to let his ring clench before ramming back, the lube squelching obscenely as his cheeks jiggled from the impacts. Kai's rubber-encased body bucked against the straps, his muffled cries echoing through the breathing mask, ass muscles spasming around the invading cock.

She synced the second remote to his heart rate monitor, linking the electrodes on his nipple clamps and balls to an automatic feedback loop. As his pulse skyrocketed—beep-beep-beep racing past 160 bpm from the ass-fucking onslaught—the system detected the surge. Zap! 

Sharp electricity crackled through the vibrating clamps, searing his nipples like fire, making his chest convulse. Simultaneously, the ball electrodes fired, jolting his sack with a deep, throbbing burn that contracted his nuts tight. His heart rate dipped instantly to 120, the shocks calibrated perfectly to deny climax, pulling him back from the edge every time pleasure built too high.

Claire leaned over his immobilized form, her large breasts straining the latex as she gripped the vacuum pump tube encasing his three-inch cock. Inside the clear cylinder, his shaft swelled desperately, veins bulging, head purple and leaking. She twisted the sounding rod lodged deep in his urethra—thin steel beads scraping his inner walls, stirring the sensitive channel while the pump sucked rhythmically. 

Pull... hold... release... the vacuum edged him mercilessly, drawing his cock to full girth then easing off, repeating the cycle over and over. She jiggled the rod playfully, fucking it in and out a fraction, blocking any cum path as pre-cum bubbled around it, trapped and denied. 'Feel that, slut? Your tiny dick weeps for release, but I own every drop.'

The breathing mask hissed rhythmically, valves opening for shallow inhales—two seconds in, four out—forcing his chest to heave in controlled panic. Claire adjusted the oxygen mix lower, stars dancing in Kai's vision as hypoxia amplified every sensation: the dildo reaming his ass raw, nipples throbbing from zaps, balls tingling, cock edged to insanity. 

His mind fractured under the onslaught, green eyes glazing over in the hood's slits. This woman—Claire, his father's ex, his doctor—wielded total control, her kinks a labyrinth of machines and pain that pinned him utterly. No escape, no mercy; he surrendered 100%, her submissive toy, body and will broken to her whims.

Grinning, she affixed wireless earphones over the hood's ears, sealing them tight. She tapped her phone, queuing audio files: her own moans filling his skull—deep, throaty gasps turning to screams of orgasm. 'Fuck me harder... yes, pound my pussy... oh god, I'm cumming!' Her voice, raw and ecstatic, looped with wet slaps of flesh, her climaxes peaking in shuddering wails. The sounds drilled into his brain, syncing with the ass-pounding dildo, making his cock twitch violently in the pump. Edge after edge built, his hips straining futilely, balls churning.

Heart rate spiked to 170—zap! Nipple clamps electrocuted, balls shocked, breath cut shorter. Pump slowed to a crawl, sounding rod twisted to plug deeper, halting the cum surge. Kai howled into the mask, tears soaking the rubber interior, body quaking.

'You hear that, Kai? That's me getting fucked properly—big cocks stretching my juicy ass and pussy, making me squirt while you leak in your little tube.' Claire circled the gurney, crop snapping his inner thigh. 'Your dad couldn't give me this. He whimpered like you, but ran. Now his virgin son takes it all—ass gaping, cock ruined, heart racing for my amusement.'

Dildo accelerated, burying to the hilt faster, prostate milked relentlessly. Audio swelled: her orgasms crashing, 'Cum inside me... fill my cunt!' His cock ballooned in the pump, pre-cum frothing—heart 175—zap-zap! Electricity ripped through nipples and balls, vision whiting out, breath rationed to gasps. Pump halted suction, rod blocking the tip, orgasm crushed again.

She played with the rod more, sliding it halfway out then shoving it back, beads massaging his urethra while the audio teased her pleasures. 'Pathetic three-incher. You'll never fuck anyone. Just edge forever, zapped like a bug.' Heart climbed anew—zap! Denial looped endlessly.

Kai's world narrowed to her control: ass fucked mercilessly, cock edged in vacuum hell, shocks policing his arousal, breaths owned, ears flooded with her ecstasy he could never touch. Utter submission consumed him, Claire's degradation sealing his fate as her eternal, denied plaything.

She was just getting started.

Part 8 here: https://www.reddit.com/r/ChastityStories/s/sbDVkrYzWJ

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Tony felt his head slowly clear as he walked home that evening, his balls were tender and he could feel every little jostle of each step rubbing the fabric of his jeans on them. It had been an emotional rollercoaster of 24hrs, somehow he’d come much closer to getting the cage off but ended up back at square one, in a smaller, flat cage and with Lucy officially holding his key. He felt a strange sense of comfort knowing there was a key, Lucy had it, he could get out.

As he walked memories surfaced of Susie’s comments, Lucy had been trying to snap the key into his cage that time they found one that didn’t fit…Susie had known that Brad was in on it but hadn’t wanted to be honest with him about it. Slowly Tony pieced together the trap he’d been lured into, the set up with Dylan’s mystical cage without a key. As much as he didn’t want to believe it, it was difficult to figure out a scenario in which Lucy wasn’t in on the whole plot, or had Susie just mind fucked him to not trust Lucy if she was going to be his key holder?

Regardless, Tony knew one thing - Lucy had the key and therefore the decision was with her as to how quickly he could get unlocked. Assuming that Susie had shared her little ‘diagnostic’ outcome with Lucy she would now think that submitting to Brad and becoming her “cuck” was his greatest sexual fantasy. Now he considered it, Lucy must have been in on that from the start to send Susie the videos of her getting fucked in the first place. So clearly that was part of their plan, they want him to get humiliated and worshiping Brad, well it was better than licking feet, he thought.

Tony needed a plan, he needed to work out what Lucy was getting from fucking with him like this and find a way to give it to her whilst getting the key in return. It was obvious why Brad wanted to see him caged and submitting to his bully, Susie was clearly a sadistic mistress who got off on dominating guys, but why was Lucy playing along with it all? Had she really been creeped out by his awkward flirting? Maybe if he apologised for occasionally hitting on her she’d be satisfied he’d learnt his lesson and take pity on him?

Round and round his thoughts spiralled, tussling with ways he could please Lucy without giving Brad or Susie more ammunition than they already had on him. Tony lay naked in bed, his red balls protruded up above the flat metal cage. Finally he fell into an uneasy sleep.

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It was the hardest week of Tony’s life, his dick ached constantly, pressed hard against the flat cage even when he was soft, each erection crammed his cock painfully into the brutal cage with nowhere to expand. His balls began to ache and his irrepressible horniness returned, he was sure each day his balls got fatter and bigger. A small glimmer of hope was that Susie had clearly kept her word of not sharing the pictures of him with anyone, aside from Brad no one at school acted any different towards him. Wednesday passed without too much teasing from Brad, if anything he was being suspiciously nice to him all lesson.

The bell rang and Tony stood up to leave, packing up his stuff he moved towards the door with a quick glance over his shoulder to check he’d not left anything behind.
“AHH” he cried out, Tony felt a sudden blinding pain in his groin, Brad had swung his bag full force into Tony’s crotch. In normal circumstances it would have been a painful sack shot. Instead the flat cage prevented any form of cushioning from his cock and held his balls perfectly to absorb the full the blow, it was devastating. Tony doubled up over a desk moaning, most of the guys still in the class sniggered, a few held their own crotches in sympathy.

“Hope that didn’t make you cum” Brad called as he left the room, surrounded by his mates all laughing and recreating Tony’s squeal of anguish.

Tony’s balls were still aching by the time he got home. Of all the people to know he was caged Brad was the last person he’d have chosen. He threw himself down on the bed, his balls pulsing and his horniness growing. An after school jerk would have been standard routine a few weeks ago and his body was clearly missing it. Tony peeled off his boxers, to his surprise his fat nuts were covered in pre-cum. Brad’s joke may have been designed to embarrass him but maybe it had a drop of truth in it, his balls had leaked from being smashed. Tony fondled his heavy balls, thinking…very gently he lifted up his hand and gave them a small gentle tap. He felt his dick stir in his flat cage, the vibration of the tap had stimulated his cock. With his other hand he reached down behind his balls and pressed softly into the base of his cock, again a tiny drop of pre-cum oozed out the hole in the flat cage.

Barely stopping to process what he was doing Tony continued the rhythmic tapping of his plump nuts. The pleasure grew with each slap as the dull ache set in to his heavy balls. After a few minutes Tony was hornier than he’d remembered being in days, he got up some porn and began slapping his nuts harder, massaging the underside of his gooch. After 10minutes his balls numbed to the pain and he slowly ramped up each smack until he could feel precum leaking onto his balls with each hit. The memory of Lucy’s naked body being pounded by Brad in the videos he’d seen on the weekend pushed him over the edge, cum squirted out his cage. The relief was amazing and yet within seconds the shame set in. What the fuck had he just done, wilfully beat his balls until he came!? How had it come to this, he was meant to be freshly 18 and losing his virginity not plapping in his bedroom like some beta loser.

As Tony showered off he looked down at his bright red swollen nuts, they were tender to touch and pulsing again under the hot water. He’d got carried away smacking them not even realising how hard each hit was, in the moment it had felt good but now they were sore and 25% bigger than usual.

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When Friday came Tony had a plan, he needed to get Lucy on side. If she was going to lie and manipulate him, then two could play at that game. Come the evening he put on loose grey trackies which did little to conceal his pronounced balls. Lucy glanced down at his crotch as she opened the door to him.

“Heyyy” she said, pulling him in to a hug, pressing her tits against him as usual “let’s get a movie on!” The routine was so well established by now they were half an hour into the film before Tony made his first move.

“So you prefer hanging out with me whilst I’m caged?” Tony asked out of the blue, trying to keep his voice casual.

Lucy was clearly not expecting the question, for a moment she faltered “oh, umm, I mean, Brad said he would be fine with us hanging out like if you had one on…and I didn’t want to lose our friendship, so I thought it was a neat compromise!” She smiled up at him. “And I got the sense you liked it, you did give me the key once you found it didn’t you?”

The half truth hung in the air, they both knew that wasn’t strictly true, had Susie not held the picture as leverage there was no chance Tony would have given her the key.

“If it makes you feel comfortable, I’ll put the cage on every time I come over” Tony said boldly, choosing to not rise to the bait that Brad had the final say on who she should spend her time with.

“Aww that’s so cute! You’re so thoughtful” Lucy glanced down at the obvious lump between his legs, knowing his ripe balls were frustrated and his was cock locked away made her giddy, she had to suppress a giggle.

“I’m serious, give me the key and I’ll lock up every time” Tony felt confident and his voice was strong.

“Even in this new cage? I’ve heard it compresses your dick completely, like, no more cock at all?” Lucy was intrigued, of course he realised, she hadn’t seen it, or if she’d seen the photo she was acting very well as if she hadn’t…

“D’you wanna see it? It’s painful as hell, but if that’s the price of movie night I’ll pay it” Tony simpered, if this was what she was into then he was going to give it to her in buckets until she got the key out.

Without answering him she reached out and grabbed the waistband of his trackies, instinctively he lifted his hips so they slid down revealing his tightly packaged cock and fat red balls. Lucy gasped, “oh my fucking god” she reached out and took his balls, gently pinching one between each thumb and index finger, “it completely flattens your cock” she said with awe. Maybe she really hadn’t seen the pic Tony thought.

“Hmm” he grunted in agreement.

“You’d really cram your cock into this cage every Friday just so I feel comfortable?” She asked squeezing his nuts slightly on the word ‘every’.

“Yep.” Agreed Tony…putting it on each week implied he’d be taking it off each week too.

“Your balls are so full, you must be so horny” Lucy tugged his balls towards her slightly, pouting as she did so. “If only there was something I could do to help…”

Tony wanted to shout ‘unlock me then!’, but resisted the urge, he needed to keep to the plan. “You told Brad about making me cum then?” He asked.

“What?” Lucy instinctively squeezed his balls.

“Ah!” He cried out.

“Whoops sorry dude” she released them and let them flop into his lap. “I didn’t tell Brad about that?” She looked seriously concerned.

“Well he knows about it, he made sure to bust my nuts at the end of class on Wednesday” Tony watched her closely. She seems genuinely truthful that she hadn’t told him, he could see her mind whirring.

“I only told Susie” she let the statement hang in the air. They were both thinking the same thing, Susie told Brad, and that was clearly not part of the deal. Tony saw his chance, he’d cast doubt on the trust between the trio and now he needed to press his advantage.

“Do we have a deal then? You give me the key tonight when I go and I promise next week I’ll be back in the cage. The others don’t need to know I’m not wearing it in the week….” Lucy looked seriously torn, biting her lip he gave her time to think.

As if suddenly gripped by an impulse Lucy looked to the door, it was ajar, both her brother and parents were home, regardless she lifted her top and bra off to let her tits bounce free. Tony gasped, he’d not seen her completely topless before, the video had been good but this was better, he was inches away. Lucy reached down and grabbed his red balls as his teenage cock struggled to get hard at the sight of his crush’s smooth boobs.

“Let’s make you cum shall we” she whispered, his cock was clearly thinking along the same lines as a drop of pre-cum oozed from the hole in the centre of the flat disc where his cock should have been. For half a second Tony hoped she might remove the cage and jerk him off, but the moment her hand dropped down to slap onto his balls he knew she didn’t mean make him cum, so much as ‘beat the cum out his balls’. He tried not to let it ruin the moment he’d been longing for for months, seeing Lucy half naked. Her left hand snaked behind his cage and pressed into the base of his cock, feeling how stiff it was as it fought to get hard. Her right hand began the rhythmic slapping down onto his balls, each slap agitating the cage and bringing him closer to orgasm.

The sight of her perfect plump tits jiggling with each slap brought Tony close to orgasm faster than ever, he also knew the quicker he came the less beating his balls took, so there was no advantage to slowing down, the second he felt the orgasm building he willed it on. If he came fast enough his balls might not ache all night like they had on Wednesday. After a few minutes he was close, Lucy could tell and was ramping up the smacks, each one made a wet plap that was fortunately muffled by the movie but still risked being heard from the hallway.

Tony panted as he passed the point of no return, Lucy lent in closer, her lips parted…he lent in, was she going to kiss him…? At the last moment she landed a final hammer punch down onto his balls and felt the flow of watery cum start pouring out his flat cage, she straightened her back and used one hand to guide his mouth onto her nipple. As he came he sucked hard, it was Lucy’s turn to gasp as she yanked hard on his balls with her other hand. The pain, pleasure and surprise fried Tony’s brain, his dream was coming true just as he reached his third nut busted orgasm in a week and Lucy’s clamp-like grip flattened his balls causing him to struggle for air. As he tried to pull his head back she felt her hand press firmly on the back of his head and her vice like grip tighten on his sack. After another minute she finally released his balls and let him breathe.

“Fuckk” he panted, his nuts hurt like hell, his junk was covered in cum, as was her hand. He looked down at his mashed manhood, it was bright red and swollen to near double its usual size. “What the fuck was that?” He asked.

“Just a little reward for being such a good best friend!” Lucy chimed, wiping her hands on his trackies and pulling her top back on. Tony’s head was scrambled, absentmindedly he covered up his cum soaked crotch by pulling his boxers and trackies up. He needed to get his head straight, tits were great but he needed the key.

“So, what do you think?” He asked again. “The others don’t need to know, everyone’s happy” he lied, he was hardly happy but once he had the key it this was all over.

“Giving you the key? I mean…just one small problem…” Tony’s heart sank “you’ve got to promise you won’t be mad ok?” Tony knew what she was going to say before he heard it. “It’s just, I gave the key to Brad…”

This story is pure fiction.

Mark's mind slowly felt the daze receeding. His eye lids felt heavy. Something felt weird. He felt like he was wrapped up tight. As he got more of his bearings he realized he was in a sitting position in some sort of chair. This chair had nothing supporting his butt but just his thighs. His thighs were strapped down by something. He was finally able to open is eyelids but it was still pitch black. Focusing on his face he realized he had some sort of face mask over his face, a blindfold and a ball gag in his mouth. His hands were on either side of him restrained by felt like metal. His ankles were fastened by the same metal feeling material. His chest was strapped by a few straps. His neck was collared and held tightly again the back of the chair or whatever it was. He strained but there was no avail. The only thing he could move were his feet that seemed suspended off the ground be cause he could not feel anything.

His cock was still caged up, it was straining from the predicament. Another lesson for Mark apparently he liked being held captive. Felt some drool from his gag and on his pelvis.

He tried straining against the restraints again but nothing budged. He only successfully made some clanking sounds from the metal restraints.

Then he heard it, something stirring in the distance. It was more clanking. Then a frustrated scream but muffled. Mark went dead silent.

"Heeeeeeeeeeey" a muffled high pitch scream followed by more clanking.

Mark felt like the other person must be ball gagged too and see seemed very close to mark at least 10 to 15 feet away in front of him

Then there was a loud click and a whirl like a light turning on.

Then another scream. "Heeeeey lymph mee gooooph" this time the scream sounded more sacred. The thrashing continued. Then the sound of a door opening behind the noise Mark was hearing.

Caroline was blinded by the light. She was still coming from her daze. Then the whole situation became very real. Squinting and looking up there was a mirror reflecting her situation. She was nude restrained on some sore of gyno table. Around her neck a collar, around her head U-shaped metal braket that extended to her ears from the back of her head. The metal brace was holding a sort of latex bondage mask. It had cutouts for her nose, mouth and eyes. On either side of the metal brace were some sort of attachments points. The attachment points near her mouth were holding the ball gag which was fasted to a metal corner bar the locked into the fasteners. Caroline looked at the eyes and the fear in them as well as the drool coming from her mouth that was forced around the ball gag. Her neck was attach to the table by the collar. Her torso strapped with 5 straps. Her arms had 3 straps each and everyone of her fingers were restrained individually in a metal bracket. The rest of her body had a shadow over it. Caroline did feel her legs on some stirrups and restrained. She had no where to go. That's when she heard the door behind her.

Mia strode behind Caroline. She was wearing ceal blue scrubs. Her breasts and ass perfectly outlined. Mia's blond hair cascading down her shoulders. Caroline flinched as Mia's sudden caressed her shoulder.

"Hi honey, I'm glad your comfortable" Mia said whispering into Caroline's ear.

Caroline eyes were fierce with rage and she started straining with all her might.

"Mphhhhh" growl Caroline

"Ow that's so sweet, you think you can get out this. " Laughed Mia putting her hair in a pony tail.

"I guess we haven't been properly introduced I'm Mistress Mia. You know the one you disrespected by abusing my sub without my permission and thinking you would push me aside" said Mia matter of factly.

"Yoph bitph" yelled Caroline into her gag.

"Wow, you've got a mouth on you. I used to be like you once as a Dom. Until I met my Mistress and she showed me the intricacies of being a good Dom. I think you will be very appreciative of the same sort of leadership. First, you will always address me as Mistress." Said Mia

"Let's practice" said Mia undoing the ball gag.

"Fuck off i do not sub to anyone" yelled Caroline as the gag came out, it dropped to the floor with a loud clatter.

" I see your going to be a little difficult don't worry I'll be here to help you through this. " Said Mia not even shaken. Mia turned and went to the side of the room to gather a few things.

"Let me go you bitch!" Yelled Caroline after her.

Mia wheeled a cart over to the gyno table with a few implements without a word. She kept them from view. Mia pressed a button on the chair and Caroline's head started lowering and her ass started lifting in the air.

"Stop it, let me go!" protested Caroline. It seemed she realized that Mia would not be faltered from her insults.

Mia placed a bling fold over her eyes.

"For this next bit I'll keep your eyes blocked" said Mia clinically. Carolines world went dark.

"Hey take this off" Caroline yelled

"I promise to take it off soon, but first I'll get this part done" said Mia putting on some white latex gloves and a blue medical mask. Then took some safety glasses and placed them over her eyes.

"What is the fir..." Caroline started to say but Mia quickly shoved a few fingers in her mouth along with a molt dental gag. Mia placed gags rubber blades perfectly between Caroline's back teeth. Caroline tried to close but was too late. Mia too her fingers out of her mouth and used her latex clad fingers to slowly click by click open Caroline's mouth. The only thing Caroline could do was flail her tongue around in protect.

" Ahhhhhhhh" moaned Caroline.

" Almost done sweety, Caroline took another metal dental gag. This one different. As opposed to the molt that had an external handle. This one fit behind the teeth and had screws on it which would expand it. Once placed in the mouth it would not be seen from the outside and it can't be dislodged without the screw turned to make it smaller

"This next gag is one of my favorites" said Mia with a grin under her mask. She took her white latex gloves fingers and moved Caroline's lip out of the way. The other gloved hand placed the internal dental gag behind Caroline from teeth. Caroline tried to stop the imposing structure by pushing it with her tongue but Mia had handled it expertly. With the gag held down with one hand the other turned the thumb screws and extended the gag behind the front teeth on the bottom and the top. Soon the gag was just as open as the molt had opened it. Mia screwed the other screw to meet the first. She took a hand off the gag and check for stability. It was reasonably stable.

"2 more turns will do it" said Mia through her mask taking both hand and turning the screws two more complete turns. At this point the molt was loose and Mia removed it. Carolines mouth was forced open to a size she never imagined.

" Now that's better, one more hole for me to play with said" Mia. She took her right gloved hand and inserted 2 fingers down carolines throat. Caroline gagged. Mia slid them in and out a few times with a chuckle. As Mia was removing her fingers. Caroline used all the saliva she had and launched it at Mia.

Mia's glassed and mask were covered. Mia stepped back.

"We have a tough one, I like breaking the tough ones" laughed Mia. She took her final implement from her table. It was another gag that she had not intended to use.

"Since you being so hostile, I guess I'll train you with this to begin with" said Mia plunging the silicone plug into Caroline's mouth. The plug had an enlarged area the could be inflated and it sat just behind the internal dental gag. The outside of the gag sealed around the mouth opening of the latex mask.

Caroline tried to say something but nearly no sound came out.

"There we go, finally some peace" said Mia undoing the blindfold.

Carolines eyes adjusted to the surgical light. When they finally focused. She saw Mia standing over her and holding something dark. As her eyes focused it was a bulb with a hose leading to the new silicone plug. Mia was smiling at her and then her white gloved hand squeezed the bulb, inflating the plug. Carolines eyes when wide. Mia pumped again. Carolines eyes went even wider as if pleading for Mia to stop. Her mouth was so full the gag was starting to go to the back of her throat. Mia did a half pump. Caroline started gagging. Tears we streaming down her face as she continuously gagged.

"You did this to yourself honey." Said Mia setting down the bulb on Caroline's chest. Carolines gagging sound were barely audible through the silicone plug.

Mia took off her gloves and spoaked mask and glasses. She walked back to get more implements taking the metal cart with her.

To be continued

Chapter 20

“Okay, here we go!” and Leah listed them, stating the challenge and who suggested it.

Kylie – Take a Viagra, wait 30 minutes and then watch porn for 2 hours

Kylie – In the next 2 days go for a run in a thin white cotton T-shirt and at the furthest point from home pour a 2 litre bottle of water over your head.

Leah – Tell a female at your workplace you are locked in a chastity device.

Claudia – Start an online blog on Reddit or something chronicling your chastity journey with a picture added at least once a day for a week.

Kylie – Offer to clean and tidy each resident flat, but they all have to be home whilst you do it.

“Kylie,” she said again and then looked at me, “That woman has too much time on her hands!”

Kylie – Go to the gym and wear really tight cycling shorts so your cage is visible and ensure at least 5 women see it.

Claudia – Post an ad in the local newspapers free section saying, “Naked male cleaner happy to clean your home for free (note I will be in chastity).” And then go do at least 1 job.

Leah – Come to Sofia’s house for our weekly ladies card game and be our naked server all night.

Sofia – YES! What Leah just said, but wearing women’s lingerie and lipstick.

“How many of these are there?” I asked, as Leah continued to read them out.

“Don’t know Tony, shush and let me get through them.”

Sofia – Suck a guys dick whilst we watch.

Leah looked at me and rolled her eyes at me, “That girl!” she said with a smile. I nearly stated how clearly I wasn’t doing that, but Leah put her finger to her mouth before I could speak.

Leah – Go to the nudist beach and sun face up for at least 45 minutes.

Claudia – Come to my house and eat my pussy until I cum at least twice.

“I’ve created monsters,” Leah said as she scrolled further down the group chat, explaining there was a bunch of non-related chatter before reading out the next one.

Kylie – Come to my yoga class on a Thursday night and wear skin-tight shorts and shirt

Leah – Go to the naked Spa for 2 hours or more

Sofia – Get a T-shirt made that says “I’m locked up down there” with an arrow pointing to your dick and go to a bar in the late evening at least 3 times.

Amy – Ride a dildo until you cum (whilst at least 2 women watch you)

Amy – Stay naked in the gym changing room until at least 3 guys have discussed your cage then write it all down and post it to this chat

“Amy was late to the party Tony, but she’s clearly been thinking!”

Amy – Let me peg you at least 3 times to my satisfaction

Amy – Tony to give me a foot massage at least 3 days a week for 3 weeks

Amy – Video call my best friend naked, but you can wear the Covid mask answering any and all questions truthfully

Leah then said she would ignore those three from Sofia, stating the girl was taking things way far and beyond, “You’d be arrested for sure!” she mumbled, again scrolling up. “Okay, last 3.”

Kylie – Volunteer as a life model, you can be released during the session, but must get photos of all the pictures done of you. I know a few places and I will be there too.

“Hmmmmm,” Leah looked at me, “An unscheduled release, but I’ll allow it!”

Claudia – Get a small padlock tattoo on your upper hip with the name Leah

Amy – Extend nudity rule to the whole building, including the shared garden

“And that’s the lot, 23 days you could lose there. So you’d only need to be locked for a week plus today. I think maybe I’ve made this too easy. Also, I’m going to give you a safe-word for just in case. I want you to be my best boy, but I don’t want you to hate this, I want you to embrace it.”

I nodded and agreed with her sentiment, stating I was finding it enthralling for sure, but struggled with some of this, if not only because it was all so new. She squeezed my hand and kissed me on the cheek, something she’d done many times, but this time it was lingering a bit more than in the past.

“The safe-word I chose for you is, ‘Thundercat’ okay?” I nodded and we wasted five minutes laughing and joking over safe-words we would have chosen. We laughed like the friends we were, ignoring the fact I was nude, caged and under her spell.

I looked at Leah and she showed me the list she’d written out, stating she’d print me a copy on the home 3-in-1 printer, scanner copier we have. I read it through again and she told me I had to let her know my mandatory choice before breakfast tomorrow and the rest I could select before dinner. After that the offer was closed to me, unless she chose to allow me to add some more later, saying, “We’ll see how I feel. But maybe you will pick them all?”

Leah went over to the desk and scribbled more on the paper before turning them over and placing them on the scanner glass, pressing the copy button and patiently waiting for it to print. As she did I reached down to readjust myself in the cage. This one was much lighter than the metal one, but it was more snug, the end of my penis pressed into the end of the device, before I’d had maybe a quarter inch of spare space at the end. When I looked back up Leah was stood over me with a smile on her face, “Admiring the new cage honey?” she asked, handing me the A4 printout of her handwritten notes.

It was presented as two A5 sheets side by side, so I turned it landscape to look them over. She had now also scribbled letters next to them A to W and a little note saying choices must be made by the time the plates are cleared from dinner tomorrow, May 2^(nd). Any chosen tasks failed or chickened out of will add 2 days to lockup.

Leah then went back to the desk and typed on her laptop for a couple of minutes, printing another sheet of something. She came back over and said, “I’ve re-printed the contract with revisions, please initial here, here and here,” as she pointed to 3 pen marks in the margin. I looked them over and it just had a line about ‘reduced sentencing’ and how approved forfeits would reduce lockup time, some dates and a list of names who have limited ‘keyholder’ rights, then Amy, Claudia, Kylie, Sofi and Jason.

“Jason?” I questioned, a little too loudly in hindsight.

“I am just covering all the bases Tony, it might be useful later. It’ll be fine, don’t worry about it. He’s probably not back from Scandinavia until July anyway.”

“Does he know about our arrangement?” I asked, assuming it was an in-house secret.

“Well of course he does Tony, it would be weird if I held it from him wouldn’t it?”

I just looked at her with a puzzled look on my face. She tilted her head and fluttered her eyelashes at me, “Are you going to make me disappointed?” she said in a baby voice. I looked at her, then at the paper and just thought ‘fuck it’. I’ve come this far, why the fuck not. I initialled the last amendment.

“Great,” she said with a smile. “See you in the morning.” Leah pivoted on the spot and went to her room. It was a bit early for bed so I sat on the sofa and put the TV on. Aliens the movie was about 30 minutes in, so I watched that for a bit, then grabbed the paper and a pencil from the desk to consider what forfeits I might do, those I wouldn’t do and those that seemed easy enough.

The film was just noise as I went over them, crossing a few out right away. There was no way I was sucking a dick, and pegging seemed like it was a bit much, as was riding a dildo. That left 20, then I decided to pick my mandatory one. Obviously an easy one, and ‘E’ seemed the best option. ‘Offer to clean and tidy each resident flat, but they all have to be home whilst you do it.’ I circled the letter W several times, then put an M on the left.

I then went over the rest of them over and over. Part of me thinking it would be easier to just power through being locked up, how hard could it be? But there was a niggle tickling the back of my mind that some of these would not only be fun, but exhilarating and help expand my horizons. So with that in mind I quickly decided to go with a gut instinct answer to every option. I would read it, ponder it for 10 seconds then put a circle around the letter or cross it out.  I read it over one last time and then went to bed, assigning my lunch break to the task.

Chapter 21

Leah came into my room to check I was up and said she had a Teams call in 45 minutes, so she wanted me dressed by eight as a naked caged guy walking in the background might be seen as an HR issue. I got up, showered and dressed, then went to work, shoving my copy of the list into my jacket pocket as I said bye to Leah. It was nice weather so I rode to work instead of driving.

The morning was nothing out of the ordinary, but Leah was sending me WhatsApp messages every 45 minutes or so, each one an item off the list, her teasing a constant reminder of my decisions I needed to make. Jemma who works on the desk opposite was asking if I had a new girlfriend or something, but I told her it was just Leah being annoying. Jemma was my biggest competitor in gaining the most business each month, though she worked in our international shipping department and I was head of sales for heavy plant and agriculture equipment.

Jemma kept pressing what it was about and I tried to fob her off over and over, but she was relentless, she would play with her long bleach blond hair and use softer voices, so I lied and said it was because I had left a mess in the kitchen. She called me out as a liar, not helped as she knows Leah somewhat, but eventually dropped it. The morning ended really well though as I got a huge contract over the line for a business who runs a fleet of over 60 JCB’s, tippers and rollers. It would mean a really good bonus and my boss was very happy, so I was overjoyed, but the boss said we’d have to go for drink at lunch to celebrate. I couldn’t say no, but it meant I wouldn’t get time to make choices on my list.

After lunch I had to get all the paperwork sorted and realised I was becoming time poor, the demand that I get my choices made before dinner was cleared meant there was a ticking clock in my head. By the time I had dotted the I’s and crossed the T’s it was nearly half six and I had to lock up the office as the last one still in. I jumped on my bike and wished I’d driven as it would have saved me fifteen minutes, so I powered home, arriving covered in sweat. Then I had an ‘oh fuck’ moment. I’d left my jacket behind, the list was in the pocket.

So I put my bike away and ran up the stairs two at a time, bounding into the flat and looking for Leah. “Leah” I called as I came in and she popped her head out from the kitchen. “Ummm, sorry,” I started but Leah interrupted me.

“Clothes first!” she said. “And why are you sweating?”

I said I rode home and had left the list in my jacket, which I left in the office.

“Clothes!” she said again. So I went to my room and stripped off quickly, tossing my shirt in the laundry basket and then running back out to speak to Leah. I went to the kitchen and saw she was making one of my favourites, pulled pork nachos. I thanked her for doing that for me and she said I had earnt it, then asked what was so urgent. I told her I had left the list behind and needed her copy to mark off the ones I would do.

“Oh yeah,” she said, “I wondered what happened there. Let me make another copy for you.”

I waited as she scanned the list again, my head trying to translate what she had just said. I took the printout from her and asked her to clarify what she’d just said. I told her it felt a bit cryptic.

“Well,” she started with a sigh. “I got a text from Jemma about five minutes before you came in. She said the landlady from the Hare & Hounds had called her to say one of us had left a jacket at the pub at lunch time. The landlady only had Jemma’s number as she’d booked the table, and so dropped in on her way home to pick it up. She wasn’t sure if it was yours, Dave’s or Kristos’s so went through the pockets. She found your letter for your road tax and the forfeits list. Knowing I’d been messaging you all morning I guess she put two and two tog….” I cut her off, my heart in my mouth.

“FUCK!” Jemma was the last person I’d want to know about this. “Fuck it Leah, what’s the fine? Get me out of this thing, game over.”

Leah looked at me and then gave me a hug. She told me not to worry, she’d spoken to Jemma and told her that it was a very private thing, that we weren’t a couple, we were just messing about, it was no big deal. I was still raging, but Leah was doing everything in her power to make it feel less of an issue.

“It’s fine Tony.” She said again. “I’ll make sure she doesn’t try and fuck with you. The last thing I’d want is for you to have a problem at work, or mess up your job over this. Trust me, I’ll make it right.”

She asked me to sit down and I could go over the list as we ate, and since Jemma had told me about how busy the day was she’d give me until she went to bed. But noted I shouldn’t get used to her being so generous, it was a one off.

I took a nacho from the top of the pile, it had a great set of pork, cheese and sour cream, looking down at my sheet of paper as I chewed. I went over them again and noted the following as a no: G, H, J and I were first to go, then M and N, followed by P, R and V. Each one I put a line through, Leah doing noises to indicate she was sad at my choices.

“Nine down,” I stated as took another large mouthful of Mexican goodness, then telling her how I’d originally selected to clean the flats, but on reflection it seemed like not enough reward for all that work. Leah’s homemade guacamole was exquisite as usual. Looking over them again I still had an option to save 2 whole weeks, but weighing them up decided that I should maybe push a boundary and expand my horizons. So I put a ring around W again as my mandatory, then put a line through T and circled S, U and W. O and Q both went as I worried it might cause some grief. Next I put a line through A and Leah said, “Really?” I told her how it was more uncomfortable in this cage and a solid 2 hours of it would likely become painful. Then I pondered C. It would seem that Jemma already knew, so perhaps this was a freebie, but at the same time Leah had possibly put a halt to it already.

“It’s amazing how those tattoos we did have hardly faded.” Leah noted as I worked through the list, looking down at myself I had almost forgotten about them.

I asked Leah her opinion about Jemma, and she said, “You would have to tell her Tony, her finding out is not what we wrote.” So I was about to put a line through it, but stopped myself. I thought a moment about Anja, the Hungarian cleaner we had who came in at 5pm each day. Her English wasn’t great and she was always deep into her job, earphones on and getting the job done. This wasn’t cheating as she was female and was at my workplace, if Leah could use the language to affect an outcome, so could I. I circled C.

I read over D and E again but it felt like too much effort, so crossed them out. I then put a line through L as I wasn’t sure if Claudia and Leah had discussed my unauthorised release with her and that would maybe close that door. I circled the rest, checked my homework and read out five of the six I’d chosen, plus the mandatory one.

“So,” I said like a nervous schoolboy, “B) In the next 2 days go for a run in a thin white cotton T-shirt and at the furthest point from home pour a 2 litre bottle of water over your head. C)            Tell a female at your workplace you are locked in a chastity device. F)     Go to the gym and wear really tight cycling shorts so your cage is visible and ensure at least 5 women see it. S) Tony to give Amy a foot massage at least 3 days a week for 3 weeks. U) Volunteer as a life model, you can be released during the session, but must get photos of all the pictures done of you. I know a few places and I will be there too. W) Extend nudity rule to the whole building, including the shared garden.”

“Ummm, you are one short there Tony, nice try!” Leah said as she crunched through her last bite of Nachos.

“Well, one I need to offer up a request for one of them please.”

“Go on..” she said with quizzical voice.

“Well, it’s K,” I said nervously. “Go to the nudist beach and sun face up for at least 45 minutes.”

“Okayyyyy?” she said, “What’s so difficult to understand?”

“Can one of you come with me? I think if I’m with a female it will avoid me looking like a weirdo.”

Leah laughed at me, smiled, and said, “Oh don’t worry Tony. We’ll all be there. In our swimwear, though Claudia said she’d like to get her boobs out!”

“Well that’s a full week I get back then!”

“Only once you’ve completed them Tony, and if you fail don’t forget you get 2 days added.”

Happy with my choices I handed her the list with my chosen ones circled and the others crossed out, then collected the plates to wash up. I cleared down, washed up and put everything away, coming back to Leah on her phone.

“I’m letting the others know your choices Tony.”

I had a cloth to wipe down the table, and as I leant over to rub the table down, Leah reached down and flicked at my cage, then grabbed my balls and gave them a gentle squeeze, causing me to flinch. We looked at each other, but nothing was said as I finished the wipe down, and stood upright, Leah letting go with a smile.

“This is so much more fun than I thought it would be Tony. You are the best friend a girl could want!”

I chuckled and went back to the kitchen and Leah called through saying she would go over them and set out the specifics. So I took a quick shower, looking over my Sharpie tattoos, assuming so many showers later they would be gone, but in reality they had just faded a little. When I went back into the lounge Leah was writing in her notepad, copying from the list onto a new page, leaving 3 lines after each one for notes I assumed. Once dried, I grabbed a fresh towel to sit on, and took my place opposite Leah, waiting on her finishing up.

It wasn’t long before she tore out the two pages from her notebook and started to walk me through the list in order. She said I needed to do my run tomorrow or the next day, I said tomorrow after work was fine, stating I’d run to the Marina and back, about 3 miles each way with the circuitous route I take. She said it was fine, but I had to take a selfie every 5 minutes after I’d soaked myself and post to the WhatsApp group to pass the test, noting she’d add me to the group now. A moment later I got the invite.

Next she said how surprised she was I was going to tell Jemma I was locked, only for me to reveal my plan to tell the cleaning lady instead. She initially said I was cheating, then relented and said, “Well Played.” She pondered it, then said I had to record the interaction on the voice notes or video of my phone. I agreed.

Next was the gym forfeit, and I asked how I would be able to prove the 5 woman ruling and Leah said that one of them would have to come with me to verify the results. It was quite vague and hard to verify, but we agreed on some basic rules that Leah noted on her lined paper.

We’d already discussed the nudist beach forfeit, and Leah knew I had been in the past with Stacey a couple of years ago. The only ruling she made was it needed to be a weekend so plenty of people were available to go and the beach would be busier.

Leah said she’d discuss the next two with Amy and Kylie in the group chat, then extending nudity to the whole building might need some logistical help, noting she’d see if there was a place in the foyer we could leave a lockbox for me to keep clothing in.

Happy we were done we sat on the sofa and watched TV until it was bed time, several times Leah reached over and dragged her nails over my caged dick, but not much was said between us beyond the normal chit-chat we usually had, and if it wasn’t for those nails, I’d have forgotten I was naked and caged.

The Chaste Part 10

Vivian Notices the Change

Three days after their conversation about control, Ethan began to notice something had changed in Vivian.

Not dramatically.

That was the unsettling part.

She wasn’t louder. She wasn’t cruel. She didn’t suddenly act like some caricature of dominance. If anything, she seemed calmer than usual. More composed. More certain.

And somehow, that made everything worse.

Or better.

Ethan still wasn’t sure which.

What he did know was that his body no longer belonged entirely to him.

The denial had begun to settle into him like a constant ache beneath the skin. Every morning he woke hard. Every night he fell asleep frustrated. And every casual touch from Vivian—every brush of her fingers against his arm, every teasing glance, every smirk—sent heat spiraling through his body.

Worst of all, she knew it.

She knew exactly what she was doing to him.

And she was enjoying it.

Vivian was beginning to understand why so many couples explored female-led relationship stories and long-term orgasm denial dynamics.

That Friday evening, Ethan arrived home slightly later than usual. Rain tapped softly against the windows as he stepped into the hallway and loosened his tie.

“Viv?” he called.

“In the kitchen.”

He walked in to find her calmly stirring pasta sauce on the stove, wearing one of his oversized shirts and nothing else. The sight alone made his cock twitch painfully.

Vivian glanced over her shoulder and smiled knowingly.

The Package on the Table

“Long day?”

“You could say that.”

“Mmm.” She returned her attention to the stove. “There’s a package for you on the table.”

Ethan frowned.

“A package?”

“Uh-huh.”

He walked toward the dining table and stopped.

A small brown shipping box sat neatly in the center.

Plain.

Unremarkable.

Except for the fact that his pulse immediately quickened.

“Did you order something?” he asked carefully.

Vivian shrugged lightly. “Open it.”

Something in her tone made his stomach tighten.

Ethan slid his finger beneath the tape and slowly opened the box.

Inside was another box.

Black.

Minimal.

No branding on the outside except for a small silver symbol that immediately made his throat dry.

A padlock.

His heartbeat stumbled.

Slowly, he lifted the lid.

Metal gleamed inside the packaging.

Cold steel.

A ring.

A cage.

And a tiny silver lock resting beside a pair of keys.

Ethan stared silently.

His cock twitched hard against his trousers.

Behind him, he heard Vivian approach slowly across the kitchen floor.

Neither of them spoke for several seconds.

Finally:

“Well?” she asked softly.

Ethan swallowed. “Is this…?”

“A chastity cage?” Vivian finished for him. “Yes.”

His mouth went dry.

The device looked smaller than he expected.

More serious, somehow.

Not a fantasy.

Not porn.

Real.

Solid steel.

Ethan stared at the polished steel padlock, realizing this was no fantasy anymore — it was a real metal chastity cage designed to keep him under control.

Vivian had spent days researching the best beginner chastity cages before choosing one for Ethan.

He lifted it carefully from the box. The metal felt cool and unexpectedly heavy in his hand.

“You bought this for me?”

“No,” Vivian said calmly.

She stepped closer.

“I Bought It for Us”

“I bought it for us.”

The words hit harder than they should have.

Ethan looked down again at the cage.

Suddenly every teasing denial from the past week felt different. More deliberate. Like this had been building quietly behind the scenes the entire time.

Vivian leaned lightly against the table.

“I’ve been reading,” she said. “A lot.”

Ethan gave a nervous laugh. “Clearly.”

“I wanted to understand why this affected you so strongly.” Her eyes drifted meaningfully downward. “Why giving up control excites you so much.”

Ethan shifted awkwardly.

“And?” he asked quietly.

“And I think,” Vivian said slowly, “that you might actually need this.”

His stomach flipped.

Need.

Not want.

Need.

“That’s a pretty big step,” he admitted.

“I know.”

His First Reaction to the Cage

“You really want to lock me up?”

Vivian’s expression softened slightly, but her voice remained calm and steady.

“I think you’ve spent a very long time letting that thing control you.” She nodded toward his crotch. “Porn. Sneaking off to masturbate. Constant erections. Constant distraction.”

She stepped closer again.

“What if I took responsibility for it instead?”

Ethan’s breathing had already started to deepen.

Vivian noticed immediately.

“You’re getting hard already, aren’t you?”

He looked away in embarrassment.

“Yes.”

Her smile widened faintly.

“Good.”

The Idea of Being Locked

She reached out and gently took the cage from his hand.

The small steel device suddenly looked far more dangerous in hers.

“Do you know what I like most about this?” she asked.

Ethan shook his head.

Vivian turned the little lock between her fingers thoughtfully.

“The idea that once it clicks shut…”

She looked directly into his eyes.

“…your orgasms stop belonging to you.”

A pulse of heat surged through Ethan so intensely it almost hurt.

Vivian saw the reaction instantly.

“Oh,” she whispered, almost amused. “You really do want this, don’t you?”

“I…” Ethan struggled to answer honestly.

Because he did.

That was the terrifying part.

Not just sexually.

Emotionally.

The idea of being controlled by her—completely, physically, undeniably controlled—made him feel exposed in a way he couldn’t explain.

Stories centered around female domination, denial, and emotional surrender had suddenly become very real to him.

Vivian set the cage back inside the box carefully.

“Relax,” she said. “I’m not locking you tonight.”

Ethan felt an immediate, confusing mixture of relief and disappointment.

Vivian noticed that too.

Her eyes narrowed with satisfaction.

“Interesting.”

“What?”

“You looked disappointed.”

Ethan flushed immediately. “I did not.”

“You did.”

“I just—”

“You wanted to know what it would feel like.”

Silence.

Vivian stepped closer until she was standing directly in front of him.

Then, very gently, she placed her hand over the front of his trousers.

His cock was already completely hard.

“God,” she murmured softly. “Look at you.”

Ethan let out a shaky breath.

Vivian rubbed him slowly through the fabric once.

Then stopped.

Instantly.

“You’re not touching yourself tonight,” she said calmly.

Ethan nodded weakly.

“And tomorrow,” she continued, “we’re going to see if this fits.”

She leaned upward slightly, lips near his ear.

“After all…” she whispered, “…if I’m going to keep your cock, I should probably learn how to lock it properly.”

There was Mark. Standing in a bathroom of a bar, cock locked up, bladder full, and a dominant woman standing over him. She had a commanding figure, dressed in all black complementing her brunette hair.

"Kneel, I said" the women commanded.

Mark's knees felt like noodles to the command and he slowly lowered.

"Good subby, now crawl to me." She said pointing her feet. Mark got on his hands crawled to her. He stopped at her feet.

"My friends call me Caroline, but my subs refer to me as Mistress or Mistress Caroline. You will be included in that category." She said walking around him ask if measuring up her prey. " I think I'm going to add you to my collection, but first your keys will need to be given to me. Who has them? " She asked standing behind Mark.

"It's complicated" said Mark with a quivering voice.

"Why don't you uncomplicated it!" She said sternly give a swift kick to Mark's balls.

Mark's yelped and crash to the floor in pain.

"Well" said Caroline towering over Mark.

"Her name is Mia, she just became my owner recently" said Mark in a quivering voice.

"Hmm seems pretty straightforward" said Caroline rounding to the front of Mark squatting down and grabbing his face and neck with her hand pushing both of his cheeks. "Seems like someone is not very forthcoming" said Caroline tightening her grip and spitting on Marks face.

"Lick it up slut" she commanded

Mark used his tongue and slurped up her spit on her lips.

"When are you seeing this Mia again?" She asked still holding Marks face.

"Thursday" said Mark

"Thursday what!?" Coraline asked sternly

"Ahh Thursday next week?" Replied Mark

Caroline let go of his face and with her other had she slapped Mark across the face.

"I know next week, you should say mistress!" Said Caroline slapping him across his face with her brother hand. Caroline got up. And walked over to Mark's phone that had been knocked out of his pocket during the initial shove into the bathroom. She picked it up. And started tapping.

"You have my number sub, now I expect a text on Thursday so we can meet and I'll get your keys. Then we can discuss the rest." Said Caroline

After a pause... Caroline kicked Mark in the balls again. Mark yelled in pain. "When I speak to you I expect a response" order Caroline.

"Yes Mistress" sputtered Mark

" Yes Mistress what!?" Yelled Caroline stepping on Marks back making him collapse back to the floor and pushing on his full bladder

"Yes Mistress I'll text you on Thursday" said Mark holding his bladder.

"Good slut, can't wait" said Caroline blowing a kiss and leaving the bathroom.

Mark lay there on the bathroom floor. He could not believe what had transpired over the past few minutes. He slowly gathered himself off the floor relieved himself sitting down due to the chastity cage. The whole situation was humiliating. Once he left the bathroom he ran out of the bar and went home. He didn't say anything to his friends.

He now was in quite the predicament. He was enslaved by one Mistress who controlled his cock and had another fighting for control of him. He considered all of his options. He chose to confide in Mia what had transpired because he figured she would have a solution and she seemed to care more for him.

With shaking fingers, he drafted a message detailing everything that happened to Mia and then pressed send. A wave of calm washed over him which he didn't expect. Then not a minute after he sent it he heard a ding. It was Mia, she had already texted him back.

"Ohh sweety. I'm so sorry that this happened to you. You don't deserve that sort or treatment unless it's under my care. I will handle this. Let's cancel our Thursday dinner. Come to my place at 7:30 on Thursday. The address is 231 Palm boulevard in downtown. I have a plan and I don't want you to worry.

😘 Mia"

Mark quickly started typing " thank you so much for taking care of it" he paused and then added "Mistress Mia"

With the brutal Mistress Caroline debacle solved Mark played on his coach with a sigh of relief. He pondered his situation with Mia and started to think that there was something to it. He would love to be her sub and her his Mistress. Sure did she have a evil side to her sure but she had a gentle side as well. His thoughts were interrupted by another ding.

" Good boy 😏 " replied Mia. His cock strained against it's cage. He clearly not only got hard for evil side but also for her praise.

The next night wasnt as bad as the first night he was able to sleep through most of the night. He woke up and went to his new job. The new job helped keep his mind off his cock cage. The new IT system and protocols were complex so the days flew by. Luckily his new job has Fridays off since the days were long. So when Thursday was done it was the weekend.

6pm we walked into his apartment spent from the long day. He slumped into the couch.

His phone dinged.

The message was from Mistress Caroline. He felt his cock and balls retract like a dog with it's tail between it's legs.

"Subby, you better have not forgot about our deal for tonight! I expect to hear from you" siad the message.

He had completely forgotten about everything his plans with Mia and Caroline due to work. He forwarded the message to Mia.

Mia responded in 10 minutes.

"no worries honey it will all be taken care of 😘 just arrive at 7:30 on the dot.

Ps I would eat something since it's going to be a long night"

Mark had some left over pizza from the night before that he scarfed down and quickly showed and groomed himself. Then he mapped where the apartment was. It was in the nice are of downtown near the water. He quickly scheduled an Uber and it said he would arrive at 7:25. He was cutting it short. He put on some slacks and a button down to look good for Mia and ran out the door. His hands were sweaty with anticipation of the night and seeing Mia again.

Finally after the long ride the Uber stopped at a luxury high rise. He rushed in and don't know where to go the check in bellhop looked at him and said " sir are you visiting someone here? If not I'll have to ask you to leave" he said sternly.

"I'm visiting a ahh Mia here she lives in 231." Replied Mark stumbling on his words.

"Right... Hold on" siad the bellhop picking up the phone. He dialed a few numbers. "Hello, Mrs are you expecting any visitors tonight?"

Mark could here Mia's voice "Yes two guests tonight, please let him in"

"Sending him up" said the bellhop.

He got up and guided Mark to the elevator pressed the penthouse button and gave him a wave.

The doors closed and the elevator hummed. It assessed quickly. The doors opened at the penthouse floor.

Right in front of him was a door with the big number 231. Mark knocked sweating with anticipation. Mia opened the door. Her toned petite 5'6" frame accentuated by a black workout set. Mark saw her abs, strong quads and well proportioned breasts. She gave him a hug, her smell intoxicating him.

"You poor thing you've had a tough week" she said rubbing his back. Mark's cock grew in the cage causing it to strain. Then lost in his thoughts he was surprised by the feeling of her hand over cage. It sent shivers down his spine.

" You must be aching in there for me" Mia cooed.

" It makes me so wet knowing your cages for me, we can attend to you later but first let's make sure Caroline is sorted. She's on her way and will be here in 10 minutes. She doesn't deserve to treat anyone like that especially you" she said caressing marks face.

Mark was melting in her arms.

" Here's the plan, you will answer the door. She thinks that this is your apartment. I will take care of the rest. She will be sorry for ever treating anyone like that especially you." Said Mia kissing my forehead. Mark was in a daze just being next to her. Her piercing brown eyes just seemed to put him in a trance.

Mia's phone buzzed, it was the bellhop.

"Yes, send her up" said Mia answering the phone.

"Alright places, I'll stand here behind you as you open the door, you'll do great." Said Mia

Mark's nerves were getting the better of him, his hands shaking. Suddenly there was a pounding on the door.

"What, you have a nice place and can't even keep the door open for me. At least you will be able to treat me to a nice dinner whenever I want" yelled Caroline through the door.

Mark felt Mia patting him on the back. He slowly opening the door Caroline barged in.

"Took you long eno...." She started when Mia suddenly sprayed something in her face. You could see the light go out of her eyes and Mia caught her.

She placed her on the floor.

" Piece of cake see sweety" Mia turned to Mark rubbing his arm.

" Unfortunately honey it's your turn too" said Mia spraying him in the face. Suddenly everything spun. The last thing Mark remembered was Mia's arms catching him and her scent then darkness.

To be continued

Hiya!

This is my first ever post here and my first ever story i have written lol. Im not from an english-speaking country so please excuse any spelling mistakes or weird phrasing, tried my best lol

Also, this is ofcourse just a work of fiction, not irl events and also no AI has been used to write this since i also wanted to use this story as an excersize to get better at writing in general.

This story is TF sub and M&F dom

Kinks: chastity, bondage, a little bit of foot fetish

Liv: 21 year old TF

Jason: 37 year old M

Tasha: 36 year old F

If youd like to see more of this id be happy to also write more :>

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Liv is a college student. She lives with her family in a small apartment. Since she decided to persue art as her field of study, she usually spends her days either at the college or at home, working on the next project. She loves it, she loves the routines, the amount of things she is actively learning every day, even if the corriculum can be steep at times. But there is one thing she has been thinking about lately. She wants to maybe try living away from her parents, mostly to have some personal space but also a bit so she can try to become more independant. Also, since Liv is a trans woman, and a kinky one at that, she wants to try living with chastity at some point or another. The idea of her clit, her small dicklette, being stuck in a prison for the entirety of the day, that sounded like a fantasy. She tried doing it at home; but she usually barely has enough privacy to masturbate there, she was worried someone will walk in on her locking herself and making an awkward situation.

And so, Liv started looking over different sites, trying to see if there is a place she could be interested in.

Its been weeks since she began searching. A lot of nice places, but the rent is too high usually. She'd also like to prefferably live with some roommates, so they could split rent and so she could meet more people. She is an introvert afterall, making friends was never a skill she mastered. So, Liv continued to search.

One day, Liv found a post she almost couldnt believe for a second... a post by, what seems to be at least, a married couple, aged somewhere between 30-35, offering a FREE room in their house to a college student, in exchange for something... bizzare...

They seemed to be looking for a college student for "mutual sexual gratification". Liv was caught so offguard, she continued reading.

"We both know this is a very strange offer to be making xD, but we have both been fantasizing about having a real at home bdsm maid/servant~ and since these days college students also struggle to cover their rents because of the housing crisis, we thought wed make this post to try our luck with maybe helping out a kinky college student if that said college student offered to help us out too~" the post started off, and Liv was emidiatelly intrigued. She kept reading

"We are offering a free room to a college student if youd be interested in becoming our bdsm maid/servant. Youd mostly do chores around the house, maybe massage us from time to time, maybe we will ask you to be our footstool for fun! Just to set the tone. We are very open to all kinds of kinks, but it would be prefferable if you were at least a bit into bondage, chastity and humiliation". Liv got instantly hard. This sounded insane to be offering like this, but fuck was she also craving this~

The post continued

"To be absolutely clear though, we will respect your limits and if theres a few days where you dont feel like having kinkplay with us we totally understand. We may both be doms but we arent cruel and understand limits and boundaries. We can all discuss details in person, we would both love to get to know you over some coffee first, so we can discuss everything and anwser any question you might have."

Liv then emidiatelly started to wonder... "should i do it?" she thought to herself. Because this felt kinda sketchy, she first started digging. Luckly both the husband and wife had their social medias linked in the post, 2 instagram profiles and 1 joint facebook account. From the posts there they seemed pretty sweet and not suspicious. Just pics of then in different vacation spots, pics of then hugging and kissing, nothing out of the ordinary. Some of the early posts were also up to 6 years old, so these accounts arent new either and have been active for some time. She also searched up their names in google and also didnt find anything odd. So, she decided to give them a call~ her heart was racing, she never thought she would be doing something like this. Over the phone she talked with the husband - Jason. Jason seemed like a total sweetheart over the phone. They talked, Jason could tell Liv was very anxious and he also helped calm her down, saying they dont need to rush anything and they can take it slow so Liv can feel safe around then.

The next day they got together for some coffee.

"Im Jason and this is my wife Tasha" said Jason as Tasha and Liv shook hands. They began to drink and continued talking. Apparently Tasha and Jason both have been looking for someone like Liv for a few months now. "Surprisingly, noone really felt comfortable with the arrangements believe it or not" Tasha said jokingly.

Liv was very anxious during these conversations, but the more they talked the more they just seemed like nice people to be around, they were understanding and were being a bit goofy to break the tension, and in general they really seemed to be prioritising the safety and comfort of Liv.

After Liv got more comfortable, they began discussing limits and kinks. They discussed how the dynamic would revolve around bondage, chastity and general orders that Liv would get from them. They also discussed safewords and other details that were worth to mention. After talking for a while, Liv started feeling comfortable enough with them to give it a shot. The couple offered a temporary stay of a day just so Liv could get to experience this dynamic a bit before fully moving in. They decided that this "trial day" as they called it would be tomorrow.

And so, tomorrow came. Liv packed just a small backpack of essentials she would need and went to the couples house.

She knocked onto the door and was warmly invited in. Their house looked absolutely lovely. It wasnt anything special, but it had a bit of a cozy atmosphere almost. The walls were covered in paintings and souveniers, matching wooden furniture and there were a few flowers and potted plants sprinkled throught the house. The couple showed Liv to her room. The room they offered her was actually decently spacious, bigger than her room at her parents house thats for sure, a comfy red bed filled with pillows sat in the middle with a wardrobe on the opposite side of it, a couple if nightstands and a nice window with curians in blinds Liv could use to get some privacy. "Feeling comfortable? Is there anything else youd need?" asked Tasha, trying to make her new guest as welcome as possible. Liv turned to her and said "no this is absolutely lovely thank you! But thete might be one thing missing...". "Oh? What do you mean?" asked Jason. "Well, some good rope to keep me in place would be nice~" said Liv, flirtaciously~~

Jason and Tasha chuckled, they liked Livs energy. "Oh dont you worry about that~ that will all come soon enough~ but before we can do anything like that, we will need you to hand over your keys to your chastity cage~" said Tasha, cupping Livs chin with her palm "understood missy?~". Liv emidiatelly felt flustered~ "y-yes ma'am" she said as she pulled a key from her pocket and handed it to her. Tasha wouldnt accept it however. She took a step back from Liv and said "nono, thats no way to offer yourself up to your new masters. Be a good maid and offer these keys properly" said Tasha very strictly. Liv, now red in the face from how flustered and turned on she is, kneeled down infront of Tasha, with her head down looking at the floorboards beneath her she held the keys in her hands up to Tasha like an offering. "Please ma'am, take these from me, i want you to have them~" said Liv. "Better" said Tasha and scooped them up quickly with her hand. She began to walk out of the room and quickly said to Jason "honey, could you please make our maid more comfortable, she did ask for some rope afterall~". Jason nodded and looked at Liv, who was still on her knees looking up at Jason, like a small puppy looking at her owner.

Jason then decided to break character for a second and kneeled down to Liv. "Hey just wanted to make sure, you comfortable with this? I dont have to tie you up right now if you still wanna take a second to get used to this" he offered politely. "Nono its okay, this is pretty hot to be honest~ never had anyone take my chastity cage keys away like that~" she said. Jason smiled, happy to see Liv enjoying herself. "Well then missy, well need to help you get used to your soroundings then now dont we~" he said as he opened up one of the drawers next to bed and pulled out some sturdy-looking rope. "Stand up" said Jason very firmly, Liv emidiatelly listened and loosened herself up so Jason could easly restrain her. He started with her hands behind her back, tying them up tightly, but not too tight for it to be painful. Liv's dicklette was trying to get itself hard, it tried so desperately, but its metal prison wouldnt let it get even close. With each tight tug of the rope, Liv moaned and hummed silently, clearly enjoying this. After securing her hands all the way up to her elbows Jason walked infront of Liv and asked "i think me and Tasha would like to see your helpless little clit~ would you be okay with that?~".

Liv nodded, as Jason undid Livs pants, exposing her entire bottom half of her body. That ofcourse included Liv's small pink chastity cage. Liv felt humiliated. She physically couldnt defend herself if she tried~ if she wanted to get her pants back up, her tied up hands wouldnt allow it~ "kneel" said Jason, as Liv follow instructions and kneeled. Jason began tying up her legs. He tied them up in a way so Liv couldnt stand up. By tying them up in a frogtie, Jason tied up each of her legs in such a way so she couldnt extend them from her kneeling position, securing her on the floor~

At this point Tasha came back just in time to see a little tied up package on the floor. "Well well well, what do we have here~" she said walking up to Liv. "Nicely done honey, she looks so small and helpless now~". As she said that, Livs cage flinched a little as she got just a little bit more turned on~

"Whats the matter, cant get hard missy?~" said Jason. Liv was at a loss for words, she couldnt do anything but look up at her masters. Tasha then put one foot on Livs head, almost like stepping on her as a sign of being conqured. She looked down at Liv and said "until we say so, you are not allowed to cum. Youre our maid now, and youll do as you are told" she said as she pulled out the keys Liv just handed to them and jingled them infront of her. "Understood? Youre under our command now" said Jason. "Yes sir~~" said Liv. "Good. Jason, lets leave her for a bit so she gets used to her sorroundings~" said Tasha as she left for the door. "Have fun~~" said Jason and followed her, closing the door behind them.

Liv was now alone. She struggled a little against her restraints to see how stury they are, they wouldnt budge. All she could do is helplessly stare at her locked up dicklette, knowing that at least for the next 24 hours she has no say in what happens to it~ she is stuck~ and fuck did that turn her on even more.

She couldnt wait to see whats the next thing her new masters would make her do~ maybe theyll force her to do their dishes?~ maybe theyll tie her up somewhere else to tease and humiliate her?~ who knows, maybe theyll just leave her here for the rest of they to keep her horny enough so she goes dumb~ fantasizing about all of that she started helplessly squirming in her binds, trying to just reach her clit with her tied hands, but the binds Jason made wouldnt let her even that~~ she whimpered in frustration as she helplessly continued to squirm~~

The New Life [Ffm] [Chastity] [Femdom] [Medical fetish] [Bondage] [Predicament]

This is a continuation of my previous story series The New Job. I plan to make a new series from this one. Please check out my past series. If anyone has any suggestions feel free to comment or DM me. This a purely fictional story.

Mark woke up on Saturday, he had had a terrible night's sleep. The cage was very tight anytime he got any sort of erection which apparently happens quite frequently when he was sleeping. The black rings encircled his poor cock and would not let any swelling of any sort. It was a perfect fit for his captor. Everytime he thought of Mia controlling his cock, he weirdly got hard. This was the spiral that Mark's mind was doing when he was walking around his apartment. Mark kept rethinking yesterday's events and even though he was basically tortured it made him harder and hornier.

Mark turned on his TV trying to take his mind off of his predicament, his phone buzzed.

He recieved a text from an unknown number. He opened it.

"Hey it's Mia, hope you still remember me 😉 I know we had dinner plans for tonight but something has come up and I won't be able to make it" said the text

She can't make it work tonight! Mark thought there was no way he could last another day.

Mark picked up his phone , trying to keep his composure "I'm sorry to hear that... I was looking forward to seeing you. I could just swing when your done. " Replied mark

Mark sunk down on his bed, frustration overcoming him. He wanted this cage off so badly. Even though his clinic adventure had been torturous to say the least it had weirdly turned him on.

He lay there staring at a ceiling in a daze, then he felt his phone vibrate.

"Sorry honey but I won't be out till late "I'm free Thursday, why don't we meet up for lunch then."

Mark couldn't believe it. He had to be locked in this cage till Thursday. Again composing himself, he texted " are you sure a day sooner doesn't work? Your prescription is driving me crazy."

He saw 3 dots pop up on his phone immediately after his text. "I'm glad you like it 😉 I'll see you Thursday at 11 in the morning. Meet me at the cafe two blocks from your apartment. Don't be late 😛 " replied Mia

Mark groaned, what an awful predicament from his captor. Marks cock pulsed in its cage. All he could think about was Mia, she was so sweet, caring, yet controlling. It really turned Mark on. Her physique didnt help or the memory of her pussy on his face. His cock leaked from it's cage.

Mark stumbled through the rest of Saturday and some of Sunday. He felt like a zombie. Luckily Mark knew he had an outing with some of his friends in the evening. Since Monday was a holiday, he could get some drinks in him knowing he could recover in the morning.

Mark tried everything he could but his frustration dominated. He started watching some porn due to the frustration. There he sat infront of his computer, locked, frustrated and watching porn. The hours stretched by, Mark fell deeper down the porn rabbit hole to more extreme videos. He had started at his girl on girl as usual, then lesbian domination, now femdom. His cock straining and leaking precum the whole time. For some reason, this predicament made him horny. Was he starting to enjoy this?

7pm rolled around Mark showered and got dressed, which was a new predicament for Mark. He needed to hide his new cage so no one would know. After perusing his closet, Mark settled on a pair of jeans that were slightly baggy in the crotch area as well as some compression underwear to keep things nice and in place. Off he went to the bar.

When he made it to the bar, his friends were already there. He high fived his friends and all he could do was be frustrated. All of them were single, well Mark didnt know what sort of situationship he was in so he went along with it. They started to to peruse the bar and see all of their possibilities. One girl stood out from the crowd, tall dark brunette with tight black jeans, black crop top and a back leather jacket. She was sipping a drink by herself at the end of the bar. They walked over to her, one of Mark's friends started the interaction. "Hey there, once your done with your drink I wouldnt mind buying you another one." he said flashing her a smile. She slowly turned looking unamused and looked him up and down. "you wouldnt be able to handle a girl like me. " she said quietly yet with confidence returning to her drink.

"Ohh really I can handle anything you could think of" he said flirtatiously.

She slowly set her drink down and turned slowly to face our group. She scanned all of us quickly. Then locked on my flirtatious friend.

"The only way I like my men is locked up in a chastity cage and at my feet" she announced looking all of of us. All of marks friends looked at each other while I turned a shade of red and wanted to melt in the wall behind me. I hoped she didnt notice.

Once Mark's friend regained his composure he ushered us away saying "I dont think we are into anything like that." shoving us along and out of the front bar area. We continued to the back bar. Mark quickly regained his composure. The group of them stood at the back bar just chatting for a few hours. They all had consumed a fair amount of liquor at this point. Mark had a full bladder.

"I'll be right back, got to break the seal" said Mark turning and heading to the bathroom. Mark was dreading peeing through the cage. The bathrooms were down a hall with a greenish tint from LED lights. The bathrooms were unisex single room bathrooms. A more modern approach. Mark found a door to his right that said unoccupied and turned the handle and turned in. Suddenly he felt someone shove him. He was flung into the back wall next to the toilet. As he turned to face his aggressor he felt a womens lips kiss him passionately and press him against the wall. She moaned and started to the trace her hands all over Marks body. Then her hand felt the cage. The color from Mark's face drained. He looked up. It was the brunette from before.

"I know a subby when I see one" she hummed. "so tell me, wheres the key to this cage of yours? is it at home? or do you have it with you hoping to find someone to take it?" she asked raising her eyebrows.

Mark still taken aback chocked out "I dont have them at home or on me... someone else has them"

"oww really a subby out on his own... I guess that means I can use you if your keyholder is not here" she laughed.

Mark truly wished he could go anywhere but her confidence commanded him and worse his cock was attempted to get rock hard in its cage.

"I have a proposition for you sub, Kneel!" she commanded.

To be continued.

The morning light filtering through the curtains was soft and golden, but Jake woke to the same familiar pressure that had become his constant companion. The cage was tight against his morning erection, the steel unforgiving as his body tried to expand in sleep. He lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling, trying to will his arousal down before the discomfort became pain.

Beside him, Emma stirred, stretching languidly, her body arching beneath the sheets. When she rolled toward him, her hand found his chest, her palm warm and soft against his skin.

"Morning, sleepyhead," she murmured, her voice thick with sleep and affection. She pressed a kiss to his shoulder, then his neck, her lips trailing up to his jaw. "How did you sleep?"

"Okay," Jake managed, though the truth was he'd woken several times, his body aching, his mind racing with images from the day before, the demonstration, Nurse Sarah's expert hands, the thirty minutes of edging that had left him shattered.

Emma's hand drifted lower, her fingers tracing the waistband of his pajama pants. "Dr. Grant said we should start the sessions first thing," she reminded him gently, her touch light and teasing. "to get your levels higher."

Jake nodded, his throat tight. He knew what was coming, knew the torment that awaited, but Emma's expression was so loving, so filled with gentle concern, that he found himself nodding despite the dread pooling in his stomach.

"Okay," he muttered.

Emma smiled, that warm, radiant smile that had first made him fall in love with her. She climbed out of bed, her nightgown falling to mid-thigh, and retrieved the key from her necklace. The key glinted in the light as she unlocked the cage, her movements careful and deliberate.

The release was immediate and overwhelming. Jake gasped as the steel fell away, his erection springing free, already hard and aching. Emma set the cage aside and wrapped her hand around him, her touch light as her fingers danced across his exposed skin.

"Fifteen minutes," she said softly, settling back onto the bed beside him. "We'll do the second half tonight after we get ready for bed. Dr. Grant said consistency is important."

Her hand began to move, slow and steady, using the technique Sarah had taught her, the twisting motion, the perfect pressure. Jake's head fell back against the pillow, his eyes closing as sensation flooded through him. After weeks of nothing but the cage's cruel restriction, the feel of her bare palm against his skin was almost too much.

"That's it," Emma cooed, her voice warm with encouragement. "Just relax, honey. Let me take care of you."

She stroked him with practiced precision, bringing him steadily toward the edge. Jake's hips began to move involuntarily, thrusting into her grip, seeking the friction he needed to tip over. But Emma was attentive, watching his face, reading the signs. When his breathing grew ragged, when his thighs began to tremble, she eased off, her grip loosening, her strokes becoming light and teasing.

"No," Jake whimpered, his hands fisting in the sheets. "Please, Em, don't stop…"

"Shhh," she quieted him, her free hand stroking his chest, his stomach, anywhere to maintain contact. "I know it's hard. I know. But we have to do this right..."

She brought him to the brink again and again, each time backing off at the last moment, leaving him hovering in a state of agonizing anticipation. Jake was babbling, pleading, tears pricking at his eyes, but Emma's expression never changed, she was focused, determined, her brow furrowed in concentration as she followed the nurses instructions to the letter.

At one point, she reached for her phone, which she'd left on the nightstand, and glanced at the screen while her hand continued its slow, maddening rhythm.

"About the catalog Dr. Grant sent last night…," she said, her voice distracted but pleased. "I've been looking through it. Some of these men have such impressive credentials, Jake. It really gives me hope."

She turned the phone toward him, showing him a photo of a man with dark hair and a chiseled jaw, some kind of professional headshot. The man was smiling confidently, and below his picture were statistics and measurements.

Jake felt a familiar lurch in his stomach. Even now, even with her hand on him, she was thinking about the donors.

"Emma," he whimpered, his hips bucking. "Please, I can't… I need…"

"I know what you need," she said softly, setting the phone aside and turning her full attention back to him. Her hand sped up, her grip tightening, and Jake felt himself racing toward the edge. "But what you need and what's good for you aren't the same thing right now. Jake, Trust that I'm doing this for us."

She held him there, right on the precipice, her hand perfectly still, gripping him just tightly enough to maintain the pressure. Jake's vision blurred, his entire body trembling with the effort of holding back.

"Good boy," she whispered, her eyes locked on his, filled with warmth and pride. "You're doing so good for me. So strong."

Finally, just as he thought he might actually break, Emma's hand withdrew.

"No," he gasped, reaching for her, but she was already moving, already reaching for the cage.

"Fifteen minutes," she said gently, her voice apologetic but firm. "That's what Dr. Grant prescribed for the morning session. We'll finish tonight."

She fitted the steel back onto his aching, desperate erection. His cock was still hard, still throbbing, and the sensation of confinement was devastating. The bars pressed into his swollen flesh, turning his arousal into genuine discomfort.

Emma worked quickly, securing the lock with a soft click. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to the tip of the cage, her lips warmth slipping through the gaps in the metal bars.

"There," she said, patting the cage affectionately. "All secure."

She climbed out of bed and stretched, her nightgown riding up her thighs. "I'm going to shower and get ready for the day. Want me to make coffee?"

Jake could only nod, his chest heaving, his body still trembling with denied need.

Emma paused at the bedroom door, looking back at him with that warm, loving smile. "I know it's hard, honey. But think about why we're doing this. Think about our baby."

She disappeared into the bathroom, and Jake heard the shower start. He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to calm his racing heart. As the water continued to run his imagination could only return to imagining Emma in the shower deepening his frustrations.

The morning passed in a blur. Emma hummed as she moved through the house, getting ready for the day, her mood light and cheerful. She'd left the donor catalog open on her phone on the kitchen counter, and Jake caught glimpses of it as he made his own coffee, photos of handsome men, statistics about height and weight and sperm count.

"Isn't it exciting?" Emma said, breezing into the kitchen ready for today, a modest blouse and skirt that somehow still managed to cling to her curves. She picked up her phone and scrolled through the catalog, her eyes bright. "Dr. Grant really vetted these men carefully. They're all so… qualified."

Jake said nothing, sipping his coffee.

Emma looked up at him, her expression softening. She set her phone down and crossed to him, wrapping her arms around his waist. "I know this is weird for you," she said softly, her voice filled with empathy. "I know it's not how we imagined things. But we're going to get through it together. We're going to have our family."

She pressed a kiss to his cheek, then his lips, her mouth warm and soft. "I love you, Jake. So much."

"I love you too," he managed.

"I know," she whispered. "And that's why you're going to keep being strong. For me. For us."

She pulled back, her smile returning. "Now, what is on the agenda for today hun? Don’t forget tonight, we need to finish your session. So we cant be out too late." With a small laugh

He was still in his sweatpants and t-shirt, when the doorbell rang.

Jake checked his phone—almost ten o'clock. Emma gave him a look that asked him to see who it is. He shuffled to the door, the cage shifting with each step, and opened it to find Ashley standing on the porch.

She was wearing a sundress that was slightly too short for office wear, her blonde hair pulled back in a messy bun, her arms full of manila folders and file boxes. When she saw him, her face lit up with a bright, friendly smile.

"Mr. Peterson! Hi!" she said, her voice cheerful. "I'm so sorry to bother you at home, but these files needed to be reviewed by Monday, and since its so important, I thought I'd bring them by."

She shifted her weight, and the top box began to slide. Ashley made a grab for it, her arms flailing, and Jake instinctively stepped forward to help. The movement was a mistake. His still-sensitive, caged groin brushed against the doorframe, and he let out a sharp hiss of pain.

"Oh no, are you okay?" Ashley asked, her eyes wide with genuine concern. She lurched forward, trying to steady herself, and one of her sandaled feet caught on the welcome mat. She stumbled directly into Jake's chest, her files scattering across the porch, her hands landing on his shoulders for balance.

The impact drove Jake back against the doorframe, and Ashley followed, pressed against him in a tangle of limbs and papers. She was soft and warm, and Jake's traitorous body responded instantly, his cock straining against the cage with fresh, agonizing urgency.

"I am so sorry," Ashley breathed, not moving away immediately. Her hands remained on his shoulders, her face inches from his, her blue eyes wide and earnest. "I'm such a klutz, I swear. Are you hurt? You made a sound like you were hurt."

"I'm fine," Jake managed, his voice strangled. He tried to step sideways, to create space between them, but Ashley was still off-balance, still clinging to him.

"Let me help you," came Emma's voice from behind him, warm and friendly.

Jake didn’t heard her come from behind, but now she was there, standing with a expression that came off as pleasant, Jake was terrified at the implication that the scene before her might come off as.

"Ashley, right?" Emma said, her voice bright and welcoming. "From Jake's office?"

"Yes, Mrs. Peterson," Ashley said, finally releasing Jake and bending down to gather her scattered files. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to…"

"It's no trouble at all," Emma said, Helping Ashley up. She placed a hand on Jake's back, her fingers trailing down to rest just above his waistband in a gesture that felt supportive and intimate at once. "Are you okay, honey? You look flushed."

"I'm fine," Jake managed.

"Why don't you come in?" Emma continued, turning her attention to Ashley. Her voice was inviting, the way she might speak to a friend. "You must be exhausted, carrying all those files. And you came all this way. Let me make you some coffee."

"Are you sure? I don't want to impose…"

"Nonsense," Emma said, stepping aside and gesturing into the house. "We'd love the company. Wouldn't we, Jake?"

She guided them inside, her hand finding the small of Jake's back again, propelling him forward. Jake moved awkwardly, trying to keep distance between himself and Ashley, trying to hide the bulge in his sweatpants.

"Come on," Emma urged, her voice light. "Let's get comfortable."

"Sit, sit," Emma urged, guiding Ashley toward the couch. "Jake, why don't you sit next to Ashley? Help her organize those files. I'll bring coffee."

She disappeared into the kitchen, the sound of the coffee maker gurgling filling the silence.

Ashley settled onto the couch, arranging her files on the cushion beside her. She looked up at Jake expectantly. "Are you going to sit?"

Jake hesitated, but Emma emerged from the kitchen with two mugs, then returned for a third. "Don't be rude, Jake," she called over her shoulder, her voice teasing but warm. "Ashley came all this way. Sit with her."

There was no escape. Jake lowered himself onto the couch, keeping as much distance as possible between himself and Ashley, but the cushions were soft, and as he sat, he sank toward the center. Ashley immediately shifted, crossing her legs, her knee bumping against his thigh.

"Here we are," Emma said, setting the tray on the coffee table. She handed Ashley a mug first, her smile warm and welcoming. "Cream and sugar?"

"Just black is fine," Ashley said, accepting the cup. "Thank you, Mrs…."

"Emma, please," his wife insisted, settling into the armchair across from them. She sipped her coffee. "We're all friends here. Isn't that right, Jake?"

"Right," Jake muttered.

Ashley set her mug down and began sorting through the files. She reached across Jake for a folder that had slid toward his end of the couch, her body leaning over his lap, her hair falling forward to brush against his thigh. She stayed there for a moment, her hand resting on his knee for balance.

"I think this one goes first," she murmured.

Jake froze, his hands gripping the couch cushions. He could feel Emma's eyes on him, could sense her attention even as she pretended to be absorbed her phone.

Ashley finally straightened up, turning her body toward Jake, tucking one leg beneath her, which brought her knee even closer to his groin. "So, Jake, how's your... project coming along? The one you've been so stressed about?"

Jake blinked, confused. "Project?"

"You know," Ashley said, her eyes dropping to his lap, then back up to his face. Her expression was innocent, but there was something in her gaze that left Jake unsettled. "The thing that's been keeping you so tense. The reason you've been so... distracted at work."

She knows, Jake thought suddenly. She knows about the cage.

But Ashley's expression gave nothing away. She looked genuinely curious, her head tilted slightly, her smile friendly and open.

"Jake has been very dedicated," Emma interjected, looking up from her coffee with a proud smile. "Very committed. He's been following a strict regimen." She turned to Ashley, her expression earnest. "You should see how disciplined he is. It's really inspiring."

"Oh?" Ashley's lips curved into a small smile. "He always does seem so... restrained. So careful." She crossed the space between them, settling onto the couch armrest beside Ashley, leaning in close. "Actually, Ashley, you're young, you probably have better intuition about these things. What do you think of this?"

She showed Ashley her phone, and Jake saw the donor catalog open on the screen.

Ashley took the phone, her fingers brushing Emma's. "What is it? Some kind of... dating app?"

"Something like that," Emma said, her voice light and casual. "We're looking for someone. For a friend of ours."

She didn't explain further, and Ashley didn't ask. Instead, Ashley scrolled through the photos, her eyes widening. "Oh wow," she breathed. "These men are... very handsome."

"Impressive, aren't they?" Emma said, her hand resting on Ashley's shoulder, her other hand dropping to play with a strand of Jake's hair. "Look at this one. A firefighter. Strong. Reliable."

"Amazing," Ashley agreed, scrolling down. "And this one? The swimmer?"

"Oh, I liked him too," Emma said, her fingers trailing from Jake's hair down to his neck. "Great stamina, apparently. Very... enduring." She turned to Ashley. "Would you mind grabbing that folder from the floor? I think it looks important and slid under the coffee table."

"Of course," Ashley said, handing the phone back to Emma. She turned, bending forward at the waist, her dress riding up in the back. She stayed in that position for a long moment, her hands patting the floor.

Jake looked away, his face burning, but Emma's hand on his shoulder tightened.

When Ashley straightened up, folder in hand, she turned, her face perfectly innocent. "Did I miss something?"

"Not at all," Emma said, her voice returning to its normal volume. She stood, moving back to the armchair. "Ashley, I hope you don't think I'm being too forward, but I really like you. You seem like such a sweet girl. We should get together sometime, just us girls. Coffee, or shopping?"

Ashley's face lit up. "I'd love that, Mrs…. Emma. That would be so fun."

"I think so too," Emma said, her smile genuine and warm. "It's nice to have friends who understand. Who are supportive."

She glanced at Jake, her expression softening. "Jake's lucky to have such a helpful assistant. Someone so... willing to go the extra mile."

Ashley stood, smoothing her dress down. "Well, I should probably get going. But thank you so much for the coffee, Emma. And for being so welcoming."

She moved toward the door, her hips swaying, and paused at the threshold. "It was lovely seeing you both. Emma, I'd love to get together soon. And Jake…" she turned, her eyes meeting his, "….feel better soon. Whatever's got you so... tense."

She slipped out the door. Jake heard her footsteps retreating down the porch, then the crunch of gravel as she walked to her car.

"She's sweet," Emma said, her hand still resting on his shoulder. "Very... eager. I like her."

"She knows," Jake said, his voice hollow. "Emma, she knows. About the cage."

"Does she?" Emma asked, her tone unconcerned. She moved to the window to watch Ashley's car pull away. "Even if she suspects something, what does it matter? She's just being friendly. Helpful." She turned back to face him, her expression softening. "Besides, we have other things to focus on right now."

She crossed the room and settled onto his lap, her weight pressing down on his caged groin. Jake gasped, his hands coming up to grip her hips instinctively.

"We need to finish your session," she said softly, her fingers tracing his jawline. "The second fifteen minutes. Dr. Grant said thirty minutes total, and we only did fifteen this morning."

Jake shook his head, his hands tightening on her waist. "Emma, no. I can't. Not after... not with her just... I'm too..."

"Too what?" Emma asked, her eyes searching his, filled with concern. "Too aroused? Too frustrated?"

"Yes," he admitted. "Please, Emma, I need a break. Just an hour. Just—"

"Shhh," she quieted him, pressing a finger to his lips. Her expression was so tender, so worried, that it made his chest ache. "I know it's hard, Jake. I know. But Dr. Grant was very clear. Consistency is what helps your numbers improve." She cupped his cheek, her thumb brushing over his skin. "If we skip it, if we wait, we might lose the progress we've made. Do you want that?"

Jake shook his head, unable to speak.

"Then be strong," she whispered. "For me. For us. Just fifteen more minutes, and then you can rest. I promise."

Her fingers worked at the waistband of his pants, pulling them down enough to expose the cage. She ran her finger along the bars, and Jake felt his resolve crumbling.

"Good boy," she cooed, reaching for the key on her necklace. "Let's get you unlocked. We need to finish what we started."

The click of the lock seemed louder this time. Emma lifted the cage away, and Jake's erection sprang free, already hard, already aching. She wrapped her hand around him, her grip firm and sure, and began to stroke.

"Fifteen minutes," she repeated, her other hand cupping his cheek. "And this time, I'm going to be extra careful. I want to make sure we do this exactly right."

Jake closed his eyes, and surrendered to the torment.

The fifteen minutes that followed were an eternity of exquisite torture. Emma was true to her word—she was careful, attentive, focused on doing exactly as Dr. Grant had instructed. She brought him to the edge with practiced precision, her hand moving in the twisting motion Sarah had taught her, her thumb finding the sensitive ridge beneath the head with devastating accuracy.

She watched his face with intense concentration, her eyes tracking every twitch, every gasp, and every twitch. When he got too close, she backed off, her grip loosening, her strokes becoming non existant until she could start again.

"That's it," she whispered, her voice warm with encouragement. "Good. You're doing so good for me."

She varied her technique, alternating between the firm, twisting strokes and light, teasing caresses that made him whine and thrash. At one point, she used both hands, one stroking his shaft while the other cupped and rolled his balls, which were drawn up tight against his body.

"Dr. Grant said this helps," she murmured, her fingers gently massaging. "Keeping everything stimulated, building up the pressure. Can you feel it, Jake? Can you feel how full you are?"

Jake could only moan in response, his head lolling back against the couch. He was babbling, a stream of incoherent pleas and promises. He would have done anything, agreed to anything, for just one more stroke, for the permission to finally let go.

"I know," Emma soothed, her voice filled with sympathy. "I know it hurts. But think about why we're doing this. Think about our baby."

She held him on the edge for what felt like an eternity, her hand perfectly still, gripping him just tightly enough to maintain the pressure. Jake's vision blurred, his mouth opening and closing as nothing tangible could escape him.

"Please," he sobbed, the word breaking apart. "Emma, please, I love you, please…"

"I know you do," she said softly, and her expression was filled with nothing but genuine tenderness. "That's why you're being so good. That's why you're going to hold it. For me. For us."

She brought him to the brink one final time, her hand moving with purpose, her grip tight and sure. Jake felt the orgasm building, the pressure reaching an unbearable peak, his entire body tensing as he teetered on the edge of release.

And then, just as the first contraction was about to start, Emma's hand withdrew.

"No," he gasped, reaching for her, but she was already moving, already reaching for the cage where it sat on the coffee table.

"Fifteen minutes," she said, her voice gentle but firm.

Jake watched through blurred eyes as she fitted the steel cage back onto his aching, desperate erection. His cock was still hard, still throbbing, and the sensation of confinement was devastating. The bars pressed into his swollen flesh, turning his unsatisfied arousal into genuine discomfort.

Emma worked carefully, her movements precise and deliberate, ensuring the cage was secure. The lock clicked shut with a finality that made him whimper.

"You did so well," she said, turning to him with a smile. "I'm really proud of you, Jake. I know that was hard."

Jake lay against the couch, his chest heaving, his body slick with sweat. The aftershocks of the denied orgasm made his entire body twitch involuntarily.

Emma set her coffee down and picked up her phone, scrolling through the donor catalog again. "Even Ashley thought these men really are impressive," she said, her voice thoughtful. "I think I'm going to schedule a few appointments for next week."

Jake closed his eyes, unable to look at her.

"Don't be upset," Emma said, her voice soft. She set her phone down and curled against his side, her head resting on his shoulder. Her hand found his, her fingers intertwining with his. "I know this is difficult. I know it's not what we imagined when we got married. But we're going to get through it together. We're going to have our family."

She pressed a kiss to his neck, her lips warm and soft. "I love you, Jake. So much. Everything I'm doing, everything I'm asking you to do it's because I love you. Because I want our future."

Jake felt the familiar conflict tearing at him, the love he felt for her, the gratitude for her tenderness, warring with the frustration and humiliation of his situation. He wanted to be angry, wanted to point out the contradictions, the way she could be so loving while causing him such torment. But her warmth against his side, the genuine affection in her voice, disarmed him.

"I love you too," he managed, his voice hoarse.

"I know," she whispered.

She stayed curled against him for a long moment, her hand resting on his chest, her fingers tracing lazy circles. Then she sat up, her expression brightening.

"Now, how about some lunch? I'm starving. And then you should probably go over those files Ashley brought, and to make sure everything is ready for Monday."

She stood, stretching, her blouse pulling tight across her chest. Jake's eyes followed her automatically, his caged cock throbbing in response.

Emma noticed his gaze and smiled, a warm, affectionate smile. "Later," she said softly. "After you've had time to rest. We have all weekend to continue your treatment."

She turned and walked toward the kitchen, her hips swaying gently, the key on her necklace catching the light.

Jake sat alone in the living room, the weight of the cage a constant reminder of his predicament. He could hear Emma humming in the kitchen, the sound cheerful and carefree.

He thought about Ashley's knowing gaze, the way she'd pressed against him, the offer in her eyes. He thought about Emma's gentle cruelty, the way she wielded love like a weapon, disarming his anger with tenderness. He thought about the new friendship blooming between Emma and Ashley—two women who understood, who were supportive.

And he thought about the months ahead, the endless cycle of edging and denial, the donors Emma would take into her body while he remained locked in steel.

The psychological torment was almost worse than the physical. Almost.

Jake stood slowly, the cage shifting with the movement, and made his way toward the kitchen. Toward Emma. Toward the only future he had left.

 

"Why don't you go back to your room and get them while I order us something for dessert?" she offered. Her smile could have melted glass right then.

He found himself captivated by this lovely young woman and the offer she had given him. She obviously knew how badly he wanted to do this but made sure they each had an out before saying it out loud. She was exceptional by any measure and a lot more than he normally expected of the younger generation of people he worked with. It hadn't passed his notice that she hadn't pulled her cell phone out once since they'd met for dinner.

His instincts told him this was someone he could trust. He wanted so badly to trust her that he worried he was making a wise decision as he rose from his seat. "I won't be long."

"Good, because if you're not back with them before our dessert arrives, there will be consequences," she said mildly. It was a superfluous threat that she had no idea how she would carry out if he failed. Still, it had the desired effect. He saw the flash of excitement pass through him as he hurriedly headed for the elevator. When he was out of sight, she beckoned to the waiter. "Two strawberry tarts, please, and be sure not to bring them until my companion returns."

Alex rushed to his room and quickly extricated the trio of keys that could unlock his chastity cage. Tucking them into his pocket, he turned and headed for the door, only to stop himself before reaching for the knob. What the hell was he doing? Was he really going to open the Pandora's Box with a young woman that could have been the same age as his daughter, had he ever had a child of his own? How much did he really know about her? Was she discreet enough to keep this between them, or would this spill out into his workplace? Every instinct he had warned him to stop, to put his keys back and to apologize to Emma for what he'd said.

Of course, his arousal had a voice in his head as well, and it was louder than all the rest as he felt himself growing harder than usual inside of the small cage he wore. He couldn't deny the thrill he was feeling at the thought of her holding his keys for a night or two. He'd have to have them back before Wednesday so he could still see the Domme he'd booked with. There was no way he would flake on her. What was the harm, really? It wasn't as though it was going to go anywhere.

He couldn't quite shake the need for caution as he reached for the door handle and opened it. As he headed for the elevator, he pulled the keys from his pocket and glanced at them. He removed one of the three and tucked it in his pocket before pressing the button for the elevator. He wouldn't use it, of course, but at least this way, he had a safety in case he needed it. He wouldn't even admit it to himself but the disappointment had already begun to set in before he reached the restaurant. He kept a brave face on but was cringing at his deception already.

He sat back down with a sigh of relief when he saw that no dessert had been delivered. He didn't want to start things off on a bad foot and wasn't sure exactly what Emma might have decided was appropriate for failing in the very first task she'd asked of him. He smiled at her across the table as she looked at him eagerly.

"I believe you have something for me?" she said, extending her hand in his direction, palm up.

He dug into his pocket and felt the two keys together on the single ring, along with the third that now lay free. Pulling the pair out, he placed them into her open palm, watching intently as she closed her hand and brought it back to herself and out of sight below the table. She placed the keys in her own pocket, feeling the warmth of them against her own thigh.

"How does that feel?"

He looked at her expectant expression. "It feels...good, actually. It's hard to define."

She kept her eyes on his and saw something there that surprised her. A hint of disappointment that she didn't quite understand. She turned to scan the restaurant and saw the waited headed their way with her order, using the time to consider the situation. Had she done something wrong? Had she missed a queue that he'd given her? No, she had been laser-focused and was sure that wasn't the case.

When understanding hit her, she had to stifle a smile. 'You sly old fox,' she thought.

The waiter departed and Alex gave her another smile, which she saw through easily. "Looks good," he said.

"You know what would look even better?" She put her hand back out on the table, palm up. "The rest of the keys your hiding laying here in my hand where they belong."

He saw her arm there and knew there was no easy way out of it. He didn't know how she had figured out the truth so easily and realized that he'd underestimated this woman despite already having a high opinion of her. The arm wasn't moving and he knew what he had to do. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled the last key and placed it in her hand.

She closed her hand again and slowly pulled her arm back, never taking her eyes off his. Her look made it clear she was less than pleased with his deception.

"I'm sorry, Emma. I..." he stammered, trying to find the right words. "Thank you, for keeping me honest. It's hard to trust someone enough, but...thank you for calling me out on it."

The sincerity in his face made it clear that she now held all of his keys. She understood his hesitance, even respected it. It was crazy to just give away the keys to something so important to a near-stranger. Still, his deceptive act had to be addressed.

"You're welcome. And thank you for trusting me with them. Have you given any thought about how long you would like me to hold them?"

He could have slapped himself right then. Of course, he realized he should have completed any negotiation before he gave them to her. Part of him was hoping she was just going to hold them for the evening, but now he realized that she expected more. "I was thinking maybe just for a day. Would you be okay returning them to me tomorrow night?"

"Yes, that seems fine with me," she replied with a smile that slowly fell from her face. "Of course, there's the matter of the penalty for trying to deceive me."

She gave him her best Domme look and saw his eyes go soft once again as he held her stare. "You do want to make that up to me, don't you?"

"I...of course, I do," he replied, feeling the walls closing in around him. "What do you suggest?"

"Suggest?" she quoted back to him. "At this point, I wouldn't call it a suggestion, would you?" He shook his head and she went on. "I thought not. After all, I have the keys, so the decision is really mine."

She reached for her fork. "Let's have some dessert, shall we?" They each ate the dessert she'd ordered, making the appropriate sounds of enjoyment where appropriate but both barely aware of what they were eating. Their minds were somewhere else.

Alex wondered how he was going to be able to swing things. He needed his keys back by Wednesday evening. It was currently Monday and she was obviously hinting at not giving him his keys tomorrow night. Surely, she wouldn't ask for much more than that. He hoped she would be willing to double the original time and still have his keys back in time to meet his Domme.

Emma, unaware of his plans for Wednesday, was already making plans of her own. She'd hoped to be able to talk him into a full twenty-four hours, with plans to find some reason to extend that time even further. As she ate the tart, she thought about how to handle what she was planning. He might balk, but she had the upper hand and they both knew it. She was hoping he would actually like the fact that she increased his time with her as his keyholder, but was determined to keep them unless he truly seemed to be upset about it. When the dessert was finished, she leaned back and gave him an appraising look before speaking. Alex sensed that she had come to a decision and waited for her to speak.

"Your wife had three things she considered absolutes for anyone she chose to be with. I have some similar ideas for anyone I choose to play with," she began. Her voice was different now, he noticed. Not exactly colder, but more determined, as though she were more sure of herself now. It was unsurprising to him, as he knew power exchange went both ways.

"Foremost among mine is honesty. I can stand deception to a point, but an outright lie is a serious breach of trust. Such a thing must be dealt with appropriately. You know you were lying to me by keeping your extra key, don't you?"

"Yes, Emma. I do, and I'm sorry," he replied softly.

"I know you are, and I even understand why you did it. But we both agree that it must be punished." She said the word with emphasis that made it clear where they both stood in this discussion. Despite being twice her age, Alex really felt the weight of his failure. He wished that he could go back and undo what he'd done. He could only nod in agreement.

"I'd planned to keep your keys for a full day," she went on. "Now, I think it's only appropriate that we extend that sentence."

He looked her in the eyes as she spoke. She saw his desire to accept her judgment and went for it. "Your keys will be returned to you on Friday, just before we both leave the conference. Until then, your cock belongs to me."

She watched him closely. She saw the emotions roll across his face. Shock, disbelief, excitement, all rolled together as he tried to process what she'd said. She was going to go on, suggesting that there might be a way for him to earn her favor and get an early release. Ideas were swimming through her own head and she wasn't sure yet what she wanted to do about them, or could do with them. Alex was the first to speak.

"Emma, I...I'll accept your decision, but I have a favor to ask first."

Now this was unexpected. For a moment, she was afraid he was going to ask to be allowed to removed the cage briefly to relieve himself, which was something she not only wouldn't do, but would severely lower her opinion of him. Instead, he surprised her with something totally different and unexpected.

"This Wednesday, I'm supposed to meet a...someone," he began hesitantly.

"A date? Are you telling me that you have a date on Wednesday? You agreed to let me hold your keys and you have a date lined up for later this week?" She felt herself getting upset with him. If this was the case, she had seriously made a mistake.

"No, not exactly," he interjected quickly. He could see where her mind was going and didn't want her to get the wrong idea, though he wasn't sure if the real reason was any better. Still, he knew honesty was the right course of action. "I have an appointment. It's...with a professional dominatrix. It's something I usually treat myself to every year when I come here."

"I see," she said, trying to buy herself some more time.

Well, that was definitely not what she expected. Emma sat there across from him, considering what he'd just said. She was still young but she wasn't a fool. She knew people had needs. She also knew that his were a bit more complex than most men. He wasn't just looking for some hook-up, he was looking for some of the intimacy and fun he'd shared with his departed wife. Somewhere inside of her beneath the firm facade she was trying and succeeding to put on, her heart nearly broke for this handsome, older, and lonely man. He was charming, not bad looking, and yet he was looking for a way to fulfill a desire she knew all too well. For a moment, she almost gave in.

"So, what's the problem?" she asked.

Alex wasn't sure how to reply. "Well, it might be a bit difficult to explain why I don't have my keys to my chastity cage when I show up." He wondered if she understood what a dominatrix actually was.

"Yes, I imagine it will be," she replied. "I'll bet you're really sorry about deceiving me now, aren't you?" Her mind was spinning along with the evolving situation. She was trying to process how odd it would be to show up without his keys, but even better thoughts were filtering in. She hadn't forgotten his mention of humiliation from earlier when he was talking about his wife.

"I suppose if you're too embarrassed, you can always cancel," she offered, quietly hoping he wouldn't do that. She wanted him to do what he'd already planned, what he obviously needed. She simply didn't care whether it was uncomfortable for him to have to explain that someone else was holding the keys to his chastity cage. From what she knew about pro-Dommes, it wasn't a complete deal-breaker for a man to not be able to access his genitals while having a session with her.

"No, I couldn't do that. Not with such short notice," he responded, clearly thinking it through.

"Then I suppose you’re going to have some explaining to do, unless you think your needs supersede my own." He looked at her then, an expression of realization dawning on him. He was thinking selfishly. He'd agreed to this and she had set her terms. Those terms weren't unrealistic, nor was the penalty for his behavior earlier. The problem was that the situation was going to interfere with his prior arrangements. He knew he was better than this.

Emma sighed. "Do I need to go with you to explain the situation?" The offer was genuine, though she wasn't sure she really wanted to do it. More importantly, she made it clear with the offer that she would be willing to help him with the problem but wasn't willing to release him from their agreement. That fact was most certainly not lost on him, either.

"No, that won't be necessary," he replied quietly. His mind was churning with his own thoughts about how he would handle the situation. It wasn't going to be an easy conversation but he knew it wasn't an absolute deal-breaker. He wasn't sure how the Domme would deal with it, though. The best he could do was just be open and up front about it before they began.

"You'll still go?" she asked.

"Yes, I wouldn't want to cancel on her like that. It's considered really bad form."

"Good boy," she replied, surprising even herself when she said it. His eyes told her that it had been the perfect reply.

*  *  *  *

Later, they both lay in their own beds in separate hotel rooms on different floors. Alex was having a hard time falling asleep. His cock had finally calmed down somewhat inside the tight cage, but his mind wouldn't stop spinning the events of the day around and around. Had he crossed a line? He knew he had but Emma had happily stepped right over it with him. He wasn't sure how he felt about her. She was cute in a way he wasn't accustomed to seeing a woman.

She was just a little heavier than ideal but far from being a big girl, not that he would have minded that much. She had a really nice face and dark curly hair that looked great. Her style was a bit far outside his comfort zone, but that wasn't unusual in men his age. Trends changed faster than he could keep up these days. Her looks put her in a category he might have called punk when he was young, but wasn't sure what it was called now. The piercings, the crazy curly hair, the makeup that sharpened her features and made her seem slightly dangerous, somehow, it was really charming to him. He couldn't stop imagining what it would be like to be restrained by her and see her standing imperiously over him. He couldn't shake the thought as he tried to sleep.

A floor away, Emma was lying naked on her own bed with the sheets all asunder. She still held her cordless wand vibrator from the latest session with her pussy and the smell of sex lingered in the room. She'd already climaxed several times since coming back from dinner. Each time, she kept seeing Alex as she did so. On his knees in the corner, restrained to the bed, tied to a chair in front of the big window, hoping she kept the lights off so no one could see him there. God, she hadn't been this horny for months. She was glad she brought her vibrator along now on a whim.

She got up and took a shower before laying back down and trying to sleep. She put her tablet on the charger and idly played with the strap she'd used on both of their nose rings earlier. She hooked it onto her own ring again and enjoyed the feeling of being put on a leash as much as she enjoyed the idea of holding the same strap when connected to Alex's ring. She looked at her vibrator again, and pushed the thoughts away as she tried to sleep. If only her head weren't so full of vivid images.