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Jason stood before them, his breathing steady but heavy, the air around him thick with unspoken anticipation. He kept his gaze lowered, waiting, his hands resting at his sides as if he already understood what was to come.

Lana and Isabel exchanged a brief, knowing glance, their eyes filled with mutual understanding. The silence in the room deepened, the only sound the faint rustling of Jason’s breath. Lana stepped forward again, her voice soft but deliberate.

“Jason,” she began, her gaze meeting his, “do you consent to this session? Do you understand what we are about to do?”

Isabel moved to stand by her side, her tone calm yet assertive. “We need your clear consent before we proceed. It’s essential.”

Jason’s eyes flickered to each of them, his body taut with anticipation. He gave a slow nod, his voice steady but low, filled with a quiet certainty.

“I consent,” he said, his words resonating through the room, confirming the next step of their shared understanding.

Lana took a slow step forward, the click of her heels against the hardwood floor the only sound in the room. Her fingers twitched at her sides, a mix of nerves and power humming through her veins. Isabel watched her carefully from just behind, offering nothing but silent approval.

“Remove his clothes,” Isabel instructed smoothly. “Strip him of everything.”

Lana hesitated for only a fraction of a second before reaching out, her fingers grazing Jason’s shirt. The fabric was soft, but it carried weight—the last barrier between him and complete vulnerability. She gripped the hem and pulled upward, exposing the firm planes of his torso inch by inch. Jason obeyed without question, raising his arms to allow her to slip the garment over his head before she tossed it aside.

Her hands moved lower now, her heart pounding in her chest as she unfastened his belt, sliding the leather free with a slow, deliberate motion. The metallic clink of the buckle echoed in the quiet space, followed by the soft whisper of fabric as she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.

“Step out,” she ordered, her voice low but firm.

Jason complied, shifting slightly as she slid the trousers down his legs. Lana felt the heat of his body as she helped him step free, his breath quickening ever so slightly. His boxers were the last thing to go, and as she hooked her fingers into the waistband, she paused, meeting Isabel’s gaze.

A subtle nod of approval.

Lana pulled them down in one fluid motion, exposing him fully—except for the small, restrictive chastity cage locked around his cock and balls, a symbol of the surrender he had already given. A deep blush colored Jason’s cheeks, but he did not resist.

“On your knees,” Isabel commanded, her voice cutting through the air like silk-wrapped steel.

Jason sank to the floor without hesitation, his posture perfect—knees parted, back straight, his breathing measured. He was already conditioned to submission, but tonight would be different. Tonight, he would not simply kneel—he would learn.

Lana stepped behind him now, taking the cool metal cuffs Isabel handed her and securing them around Jason’s wrists. A soft click, and his arms were locked behind his back, preventing him from moving unless given permission. He was completely exposed now, bound in waiting, his body language radiating obedience.

Lana stood back, admiring the sight of him—stripped, restrained, surrendered.

Isabel’s voice was smooth, approving. “Now, we prepare.”

Together, the two women turned, leaving Jason kneeling as they strode toward the dressing room.

Together, the two women turned, their footsteps in sync as they strode toward the adjoining dressing chamber. The air shifted the moment they stepped inside—a different kind of electricity crackling between them now. Here, the transformation would take place.

The room was lined with mirrors, their reflections staring back at them with silent expectation. Hanging on sleek, black metal racks were the outfits that would cement their authority for the night—high-gloss latex, gleaming under the soft light, the material reflecting power in every ripple and curve.

Lana stepped forward first, reaching out to run her fingers along the smooth, supple surface of the catsuit awaiting her. The sensation sent a thrill through her fingertips—cool at first, but promising warmth the moment it would mold to her skin.

Isabel, ever confident, was already peeling off her blouse, her movements fluid and unhurried. She glanced at Lana through the mirror, her smirk deepening.

“Don’t hesitate,” she murmured. “Tonight, you embrace this.”

Lana nodded, her pulse quickening as she reached for the suit. The latex was soft but firm in her grip, stretching slightly as she slid one leg in, then the other. The material clung instantly, hugging every inch of her thighs, her hips, her waist as she pulled it upward. A sharp inhale escaped her lips as she adjusted it over her torso, the sensation both restrictive and empowering.

Beside her, Isabel had already zipped herself into her own suit, the black latex sculpting her like a second skin. She turned slightly, rolling her shoulders before tugging on the high collar, fastening it with an elegant snap.

Lana reached behind her, fingers fumbling briefly for the zipper before Isabel stepped in, brushing her hands aside. Their eyes met in the mirror as Isabel slowly pulled the zipper up, sealing Lana into her new form.

“There,” Isabel murmured, smoothing the material over Lana’s shoulders. “Now, the boots.”

Lana turned, her breath catching as she spotted the pair of thigh-high boots waiting for her—sleek black leather, laced up the front, with razor-sharp stiletto heels. They were beautiful. Dangerous. Exactly what she needed.

She lowered herself onto the velvet bench, sliding one foot into the cool embrace of the boot. The leather gripped her calf, firm but pliant, as she began threading the laces through each gleaming eyelet. Tight. Secure. Each loop and knot was a declaration. By the time she finished with the second boot and stood, her height elevated by the heels, she felt the final shift within herself.

She turned to Isabel, who had already finished dressing—her boots standing tall, her gloved fingers flexing against the tight sheen of her latex-clad thighs.

“Perfect,” Isabel purred, eyes flicking over Lana’s figure with approval. “You wear power well.”

Lana exhaled, rolling her shoulders, feeling the latex move with her—liquid, seamless, an extension of herself.

She was ready.

With one final glance at their reflections, they turned together, their heels echoing as they strode back toward the chamber where Jason still knelt, waiting.

Tonight, he would learn obedience. And she—she would learn what it truly meant to command.

Jason remained kneeling where they had left him, his wrists cuffed behind his back, his body straining against the weight of his own arousal. The cool air of the chamber only heightened his sensitivity, but it was nothing compared to the heat burning within him.

Then, the sound came—sharp, deliberate.

The slow, rhythmic click of heels against the floor.

He swallowed hard, his body stiffening as he looked up.

Lana and Isabel strode into the room like visions of power incarnate, their black latex catsuits gleaming under the dim lights. The material hugged every contour of their bodies, molding to their curves like a second skin. Their thigh-high boots only added to the imposing presence they carried, each slow step a reminder of the authority they wielded.

Jason groaned softly, the strain of his chastity device unbearable as his body reacted to the sight before him. His arousal was immediate, urgent, but completely out of his control. The locked steel caged him, denying him release, denying him even the smallest satisfaction. And yet, the frustration only made his submission deeper, his need sharper.

Isabel smirked, stopping a few feet in front of him. “Oh, look at him, Lana,” she said, tilting her head slightly. “He’s already desperate for us.”

Lana followed her mentor’s gaze, her eyes landing on the obvious bulge within the small confines of Jason’s chastity device. He was straining, twitching, so helplessly aroused that she could practically feel his frustration in the air.

And something about that sent a delicious thrill through her.

A slow, intoxicating heat began to pool in her own body, a pulse of desire spreading between her legs. Dominating him—seeing him kneel, bound, aching—was exhilarating in a way she hadn’t expected. Her heartbeat quickened, her breath coming just a little faster, but she forced herself to stay composed. She had control.

She took a step forward, circling Jason, reveling in the way his eyes darted upward to follow her movement. “Good,” she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “He should be desperate.”

Jason let out a soft whimper, barely audible, but it only made Lana’s pulse race hotter.

Isabel gave her an approving look. “Now,” she said smoothly, “it’s time to teach him his first lesson.”

Lana turned her attention fully to Jason, her gaze cold, assessing. Isabel stepped closer, placing a hand on Lana’s shoulder as she instructed.

“Stand him up,” Isabel said. “Make him feel your control.”

Lana reached for Jason’s cuffs, gripping them firmly as she leaned in close. The scent of leather and latex filled the air between them, mingling with the raw, unfiltered need radiating from his body.

“Up,” she ordered.

Jason obeyed instantly, his muscles tensing as he rose. His breathing was uneven now, his arousal making every movement a struggle. He was fighting against the frustration, against the ache of being denied, and Lana loved it.

She led him to the St. Andrew’s Cross—a towering, imposing structure of dark wood and steel. The leather cuffs attached to it dangled in waiting, ready to hold him.

Isabel leaned in slightly, her lips curving in amusement. “Secure him,” she instructed. “Wrists first, then his ankles. Make sure he feels it.”

Lana followed the order with precision, unfastening the cuffs on Jason’s wrists only to replace them with the thick leather restraints of the cross. She pulled each buckle tight, savoring the way his skin warmed beneath her touch, the way his body shivered slightly at the closeness of her hands.

Then, she dropped to one knee, running her fingers over his calves before fastening the ankle restraints. Her own arousal surged as she felt the strength in his legs, the way he was held completely still, completely at her mercy.

She stood back, admiring her work, her chest rising and falling a little faster now.

Isabel’s voice was a low purr. “Beautifully done.”

Then, with the grace of a woman completely in control, Isabel moved to the small table beside them, her gloved fingers grazing over the selection of implements laid out. She took her time, watching Lana out of the corner of her eye.

Finally, she selected a black leather flogger, the supple strands swaying with each movement of her hand. She turned back to Lana, holding it out.

“Now,” Isabel murmured, “use this.”

Lana took it, feeling the weight of the handle in her grip, the way the leather felt firm yet flexible against her fingers. Her heartbeat drummed harder in her ears.

“Start slow,” Isabel instructed, her voice like silk over steel. “Let him feel it before you strike.”

Lana stepped closer to Jason, her lips parting slightly as her arousal deepened. She ran the leather strands down his bare back first, teasing him, making him anticipate what was to come.

Jason shuddered violently at the sensation, his breath hitching. The chastity device strained even harder against his need, his body reacting instinctively to her touch.

Lana’s arousal surged even hotter. She was doing this to him. She was making him ache, making him desperate, making him hers.

She exhaled slowly, then flicked her wrist.

The flogger struck his ass with a sharp thwack—not too hard, but not too soft either. Jason gasped, his head tilting forward, his fingers twitching in their restraints.

Lana’s pulse raced. The power of it was intoxicating.

Isabel’s voice was a whisper in her ear. “Again.”

Lana obeyed.

Another strike. The flogger landed perfectly, a deeper shudder wracking Jason’s body. He let out a low, strangled moan, caught between pain and pleasure, trapped in the beautiful torment of his own submission.

Lana could feel the heat between her own thighs now, a steady, aching pulse that matched the pace of her movements. She loved this. The control. The way Jason’s body reacted to her. The way her body responded in return.

She struck again. And again.

Jason trembled in his restraints, his breathing ragged, his arousal utterly overwhelming him.

Isabel’s chuckle was dark, knowing. She leaned in, whispering into Lana’s ear. “Oh, you like this, don’t you?”

Lana’s chest heaved, the latex of her suit stretching with every breath. She swallowed, gripping the flogger tighter.

“Yes,” she admitted, her voice husky. “I love it.”

Isabel smiled. “Good.” She stepped back, watching her student with satisfaction. “Then let’s see how much you’re willing to make him beg.”

Lana smirked, turning her gaze back to Jason.

Tonight, his suffering would be her pleasure.

And she had only just begun.

Jason remained bound to the St. Andrew’s Cross, his breath coming in uneven bursts, his skin tingling from where Lana’s strikes had landed. His muscles were taut, his body caught between pain and pleasure, his mind drowning in the intoxicating mix of arousal and helplessness.

But Isabel paid him no mind.

She stepped forward, plucking the flogger from Lana’s hand with a smooth, practiced motion. She didn’t acknowledge Jason—he was merely an object, a teaching tool, a body to be used for Lana’s education.

“Watch closely,” Isabel said, turning to Lana as if Jason weren’t even there. “It’s not about brute force. A good flogging is like a rhythm. A dance.”

She let the leather strands trail over Jason’s back, teasing him with the promise of impact before pulling her arm back.

“The key is the wrist,” Isabel continued, speaking casually as she brought the flogger down in a swift, calculated motion. Thwack. The leather kissed Jason’s skin, leaving a light red mark in its wake. Jason gasped, his fingers twitching, but Isabel didn’t even glance at him.

“See how the tails spread on impact?” she said to Lana, as if discussing a fine art technique. “If you flick your wrist just right, you can control how much sting he feels.”

She demonstrated again, this time adjusting her angle slightly. Thwack. Another shudder rippled through Jason’s restrained body.

Lana was entranced, her eyes flicking between Isabel’s movements and the way Jason reacted. Her own arousal still burned inside her, deepening with every strike Isabel delivered.

“Now you try,” Isabel instructed, stepping back and holding out the flogger.

Lana took it, her fingers tightening around the handle. She positioned herself carefully, mimicking Isabel’s stance. She drew her arm back, flicked her wrist, and—thwack.

Jason inhaled sharply, his bound form tensing.

“Better,” Isabel said, nodding. “Again.”

Lana struck once more, this time focusing on the way her wrist moved, the way the leather strands spread upon impact. The sound of the flogger against Jason’s bare skin sent another pulse of heat between her thighs. She loved this. The power. The control. The way Jason had no say in what happened to him.

Isabel studied her work for a moment, then gave a satisfied hum. “I think he’s ready for something more.”

She moved to the table, her gloved fingers sifting through the neatly arranged selection of toys and instruments. A moment later, she picked up a set of steel ball weights, holding them up for Lana to see.

“Now, we introduce another element,” Isabel explained, her tone clinical. “Weight play. These will pull on his balls, increasing his sensitivity and keeping him even more focused on his submission.”

Jason let out a soft whimper, a mixture of nervous anticipation and raw excitement flickering in his eyes.

Isabel stepped forward, crouching slightly as she reached between Jason’s legs. She took the leather strap attached to the weights and carefully fastened it around the base of his balls, securing it just tight enough to hold everything in place. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she let the weights hang.

Jason sucked in a breath, his body jerking slightly as the tugging sensation settled in. His chastity device strained even harder, his arousal helpless and overwhelming.

Lana watched intently, mesmerized by the way Jason responded.

“The trick,” Isabel continued, standing again and dusting off her hands, “is knowing when to add more weight. Too much at once, and he won’t last. But if you build it up slowly, it becomes something he craves. Something we control.”

Jason groaned, his body shifting slightly as he processed the new sensation. His lips parted, and for the first time that night, he spoke.

“Mistress, I—”

Isabel turned to him sharply, arching an eyebrow. It was the first time she had acknowledged him at all.

“Oh?” she mused, tilting her head as if amused by his boldness. “You think you have something to say?”

Jason hesitated, realizing his mistake.

Lana smirked, her pulse quickening at the way Isabel handled him so effortlessly.

“I suppose I could let you speak,” Isabel mused. Then she reached for something else from the table—a black leather gag with a solid rubber ball.

“But I think I prefer you silent.”

She stepped closer, gripping Jason’s jaw with her gloved fingers and tilting his head up.

“Open.”

Jason obeyed, his lips parting.

Isabel pressed the ball between his teeth, securing the leather straps tightly behind his head. His muffled whimper sent another wave of arousal through Lana’s body.

“There.” Isabel smiled, stepping back to admire her work. “Much better.”

She turned to Lana, handing her the flogger once more.

“Now,” she purred, “why don’t you continue?”

Lana licked her lips, gripping the handle. Jason’s muffled moans, his bound and trembling body, the weight tugging at his most sensitive parts—she had never felt more powerful.

Jason’s body trembled, his breathing ragged as he remained bound to the St. Andrew’s Cross. His skin was flushed from the flogging, his muscles strained from restraint, and the weight tugging at his sensitive flesh kept him locked in a constant state of aching submission. The cool air of the room did nothing to soothe him—it only heightened every sensation, every ache, every denial.

But the worst part? His own desperate, unrelenting arousal.

His chastity cage had never felt tighter. Every glance at Lana’s commanding presence, every brush of her latex-clad fingers against his skin, sent another helpless surge of arousal through him, pressing, straining against his confinement. It was unbearable. Agonizing. And yet, he loved it.

His muffled whimpers, trapped behind the gag, filled the dimly lit room.

Isabel stepped forward, running her gloved fingers over Jason’s bound wrist as if inspecting a piece of artwork. She hadn’t even looked at his suffering, his desperate state—but that only made it worse.

“I think he’s had enough of this position,” she murmured, speaking only to Lana, as if Jason weren’t even there. “It’s time to move on.”

Lana nodded, eager for the next step.

“Unshackle him,” Isabel instructed. “But don’t let him think, don’t let him rest. Keep him where you want him.”

Lana obeyed immediately. She reached for the leather cuffs binding Jason’s wrists, unbuckling them one by one. The moment his arms were freed, his body sagged slightly—his legs barely holding him up after the torment he had endured. His breath was uneven, his skin burning with the conflicting sensations of exhaustion and overwhelming arousal.

She seized his arms, guiding him away from the cross with firm control.

“Not done yet,” she murmured, her voice dripping with quiet dominance.

Jason let out a muffled whimper, his body still responding to every touch, every command. And despite everything—the flogging, the restraints, the unrelenting denial—his cock twitched uselessly inside its steel cage, straining for something that would never come.

Lana led him toward a padded bench in the center of the room, its sturdy frame designed to hold him in place. She pushed him down until his chest met the cool leather, his knees resting on the lower supports, leaving him exposed, vulnerable, and completely at her mercy.

Isabel stepped forward, assisting with the restraints. They secured his wrists and ankles once more, ensuring he was completely immobilized. Jason whimpered again, a pitiful sound muffled by the gag, his body locked in a state of overwhelming need.

Lana’s eyes flicked downward, her smirk widening as she caught sight of his swollen, caged cock. The metal ring at the base was digging into his flesh, the tiny cage preventing even the smallest relief. He was suffering. He was breaking.

And she loved it.

Isabel noticed too, letting out an amused hum. “Oh, look at him, Lana,” she said, her tone almost mocking. “So desperate. You’ve barely touched him, and yet he’s aching for you.”

Lana trailed her gloved fingers along the back of Jason’s thigh, delighting in the way he shuddered beneath her. “Pathetic,” she murmured. “Completely useless.”

She moved to the table, selecting her next tool—a pair of silver nipple clamps, their delicate chains gleaming under the dim light. She turned back to Jason, her smirk deepening.

“I think you need a reminder of your place,” she taunted.

Isabel chuckled, nodding in approval. “Good. Make him feel it.”

Lana leaned down, her latex-covered fingers brushing against Jason’s chest as she positioned the clamps. She fastened the first one, tightening the grip just enough to make him gasp behind the gag. Then the second—his body jerked, another muffled moan escaping as the sharp pressure sent fresh waves of frustration coursing through him.

Lana tugged lightly on the connecting chain, making him flinch.

“There we go,” she cooed. “Now you look like the desperate little thing you are.”

Jason whimpered again, the humiliation washing over him in waves.

Lana leaned closer, her lips near his ear. “You thought you deserved to speak earlier?” she taunted. “No. You don’t deserve anything. Not pleasure, not comfort. Nothing except what I choose to give you.”

Jason groaned, his body trembling with frustration. His caged cock twitched uselessly, aching, swollen, desperate.

Isabel let out a hum of approval. “Excellent. Keep going.”

Lana tugged the chain again, forcing another strangled moan from Jason’s throat. She was drunk on the power now, her arousal burning through her as she towered over him, completely in control.

She turned to Isabel, her eyes alight with hunger. “I want to take it further.”

Isabel’s lips curved into a knowing smile. She stepped to the equipment table once more and picked up the final tool of the night.

“Then let’s show him just how deep his submission really goes.”

Lana smirked.

And Jason? Jason had no choice but to surrender.

Isabel helped place the harness for the ten-inch strapon dildo around lana as isabel approached Jason and began to lube up one of her latex-covered fingers. She then slid it inside Jason’s ass as he moaned into the gag.

Isabel began to work her finger back and forth as Lana secured the final straps of the the strapon.

Lana then began to place lube on the dildo before approaching Jason.

Jason moaned as Isabel withdrew her finger from her ass and he felt something much larger begin to probe his as.

Lana forced the head of the dildo inside as Jason began to leak from the cage.

Soon Lana was rocking back and forth as she rode Jason’s ass and slapped his ass as she called him her bitch.

Jason couldn’t believe how dominating his girlfriend was right now, and how lucky he was to be her submissive.

Lana felt herself approach orgasm as she pounded her boyfriend’s ass with the massive strapon dildo. She was teaching him who was in charge, and Isabel was encouraging her along.

After nearlt thirty minutes, Lana finally orgasmed as she rode Jason who was straining in the chastity cage as his girlfriend dominated him.

The session had come to an end, and as Lana gently unshackled the chains from Jason's wrists, there was an air of finality that filled the room. His body ached, but it was the deep sense of relief that made him exhale slowly. He was free, in more ways than one.

However, the cage around him—still firmly locked in place—reminded him of the aching desire that had built up throughout the night. The constant pressure, the frustration, it was almost unbearable. But with that ache came a sense of deep submission and surrender, one that he had willingly chosen. It wasn’t just physical discomfort; it was an awareness of his own vulnerability and trust in their control.

Lana paused for a moment, taking in the sight of Jason before her. She felt something shift within her, an awareness that their relationship had changed during this session. It had started with a simple desire to explore, but now she could see him differently—more than just a willing participant, he had become someone who truly understood his role. Someone who trusted her, and in turn, someone she had come to see as more than just someone under her control.

Isabel stood quietly beside her, noticing the look in Lana’s eyes, the softness that had replaced the earlier fire. The transformation was evident, even to her. Isabel offered a small smile, recognizing that Lana was beginning to feel the depth of what they had created together with Jason.

Lana reached down and helped Jason to his feet, her touch gentle but firm. Jason, now standing before them, bowed his head in respect, knowing that the experience they shared was built on trust and mutual care.

“I… I can’t thank you enough,” Jason said, his voice low but sincere. His eyes flickered between the two women, recognizing their control had never been about dominance for the sake of power, but rather about trust and consent. “For everything.”

Isabel smiled warmly, stepping forward and placing a hand on his shoulder. "You're welcome. And remember, every step was a choice, yours and ours. It's important that we all take care of each other."

Lana found herself looking at him differently now. She had started this session as someone who enjoyed taking control, but in Jason's obedience and humility, she had found something unexpected—a deeper connection.

She slowly placed a hand on his head, her gaze softening. "You were open to it all, Jason. That's what made it meaningful. This wasn’t just about us; it was about connection, trust, and knowing that we are all free to choose where we go from here."

Isabel nodded in agreement, offering a warm smile. "Take this experience with you. You've earned more than just respect tonight. You've earned understanding."

Lana’s heart swelled with a strange mix of pride and affection as she watched him. Their relationship had shifted in these moments. She hadn’t just trained him to be her submissive; she had opened herself up to understanding the deeper layers of trust and responsibility that came with such a bond.

She knew that from here, their connection would only grow stronger.

Lana knew this was just the start of training Lana to dominate her boyfriend, Jason. She was ready for what Isabel had planned next.

She chuckles when looking over at me.

Anthea chuckles lightly.

"Exactly. His day is ordered in such a way that he doesn't have time for anything except to serve. I have made certain that he has carried out every order to the letter. You will have no trouble with him, I assure you."

"Good. I shall make certain he adheres to the routine. No slacking off. I will keep a close eye on him."

As they converse, I raise my finger hesitantly-an indication that I want to say something. Anthea looks over at me and smiles, as if she knows what I'm up to. Turning back to Nikki with an amused chuckle, she says, "Nikki, that's his request to speak. Let's see what he wants.".

She nods once, barely a nod; it's enough to prompt me to speak. I am still conscious of Nikki's gaze as I say, " Permission, Lady,, may I use the rest room?"

Nikki bursts out laughing immediately, actually doubling over into her chair. "Oh my God, you have to ask to use the bathroom?" She claps her hands and leans forward to watch with restrained delight.

Anthea nods permission, her smile subdued. "Go ahead, boy."

I nod my thanks and start crawling towards the bathroom, when Anthea suddenly stops me. "Wait!" She says, trying to sound strict. "You forgot something."

I turn to her with a confused expression. "What... did I forget, Lady?"

She sends a nod in Nikki's direction with a smugness. "There is another woman in the room. You need her permission too, don't you think?"

Knowing where she's going with this, I crawl over to Nikki-who's still laughing and shaking her head in disbelief-kneel before her, and incline my head slightly. "Madam Nikki, may I please have permission to use the bathroom?

Nikki raises an eyebrow, clearly delighted. "Not so fast, little boy." She folds her arms, cocking her head as she grins impishly. "If you're going to ask me, you have to do it properly, like a little boy, don't you think?"

I hesitate, turning back to Anthea, who merely shrugs with a smile that indicates she's enjoying this far too much. "Go on," she murmurs.

Turning to Nikki, I swallow nervously. "Madam Nikki, may I please have permission to use the bathroom for pee-pee?"

Nikki bursts out laughing. "Oh, no, no-that's not enough," she says, shaking her head with exaggerated disappointment. "If you really want my permission, I think you need to beg for it, palms together. Like this." She demonstrates mockingly and bats her lashes at me.

Blushing, I bring my palms together in a begging pose and glance up at her. "Madam Nikki, please. can I go pee-pee?"

Nikki leans back, eyes alight with amusement. She pauses to consider a moment. "Hmm. Not yet. I want you to beg harder. You can do better than that." The grin is demonic as she overtly enjoys every second of my distress.

I take a deep breath and raise my hands a little higher, almost begging now. "Madam Nikki, please let me go to the bathroom. I really cannot take it anymore. I am begging you. Please."

Nikki allows the moment to hang in the air as she continues to revel in the look of desperation on my face before finally relenting with the casual wave of her hand. "Oh, all right. Permission granted. Go on, run along.

"Thank you, Madam Nikki," I say obediently, throwing a quick, appreciative look in her and Anthea's direction. But the moment I am finally at the bathroom and sit on the toilet, I hear the steps approach. Turning my head up, I see Nikki standing in the doorway. Her arms are crossed over her chest as her grin plays on her face.

She mocks me, sneering, "Oh, look at you, sitting down like a little girl to pee." Is that what you do, boy, sit down like this all the time? My cheeks flush, but I say nothing, just look down. Nikki teasing escalates.

"Oh, come on, don't be shy!" she carries on. "Is this how you do it every day? A little sissy sitting there because you're too... well, let's say, 'limited' to do it standing up?"

In the other room, I can hear Anthea giggling, no doubt getting a real kick out of Nikki's merciless teasing. "You know, Nikki, that's exactly how he does it. Isn't it cute?" she calls over, her voice all sugar and spice.

Nikki flashes a bright smile. "Aww, that's so cute... What a good boy," she says in a voice oozing sarcasm. "I don't think this little boy would know what to do with himself if he had to stand. He'd probably just mess it all up, right?" She bursts out laughing, her mocking voice low, every word a jab in my pride.

She finally spins around and heads out of the hallway, her laughter still echoing as she says, "Well, enjoy your little 'break.' Just remember, next time, clear it with both of us first."

I settle back down onto my knees at their feet, much relieved from having to pee. They cease talking and Nikki looks over at me, a sharp, teasing smile on her face.

"Did you remember to wipe out your little cock after peeing like the girls do?"

"Yes Madam Nikki, as every other time."

She laughs pleased. "Good then. I'll see you on Monday. We're going to have fun together aren't we?"

I am stressed and nervous.

"Yes Madam Nikki, I will do my best to serve you as Lady Anthea commands."

Nikki smirking is standing up.

"You'd better." She turns back to Anthea.

"Well, this all sounds perfect. I'll follow the schedule closely. I'm sure we'll get along just fine."

Anthea rises too.

"Thank you, Nikki. I trust you completely with him. If anything comes up, I'm just a phone call away."

They squeeze and peck each other on the cheek, the love palpable between them. When they have finished saying their goodbyes, I spring into action, joining Nikki's side in preparation for her departure to the door.

I fall to my knees at the door, lowering myself in supplication.

"Thank you again, Madam Nikki, for taking the time to oversee me. I will serve you well."

I lean further forward and peck at her feet in reverence.

Nikki is looking down at me crossing her arms.

"Oh, look at you, already groveling. That's cute."

She taps her foot lightly waiting for me to finish kissing.

"You know, boy, actions speak louder than words. I expect nothing else but obedience and respect, nothing more, nothing less."

I lift your head slightly, still knelt, and speak with a mixture of humility and fear.

"Yes, Madam Nikki, I understand."

Nikki is smiling, "Good. Because if you think this will be a walk in the park, you've got another thing coming. But don't worry, we'll have some fun ha-ha!"

She laughs, a sharp sound which sends a shiver down my spine.

"Now stay here on your knees until I'm out the door."

I remain in place, watching as Nikki leaves and closes the door behind her. After a while, I inch back to Anthea and am surprised to feel nervous and grateful in equal measure.

"Thank you, Lady, for attending to my needs so well and for assigning Madam Nikki to me as my supervisor. I am so grateful for your rule and guidance."

Anthea pushes my chin up with her toes, causing a shiver of arousal from her touch, and looks into my eyes.

"Don't worry, boy. I know you're a little apprehensive about Nikki, but I wouldn't have chosen her if I didn't trust her well enough to handle you. She's firm, but she knows how to keep you in line."

She pauses for a moment, and then she continues in an empathic mood, concering my feelings:

"Whatever is happening here while I am away, remember that you are able to reach me. Report everything as usual, and if at one certain moment you feel like you cannot take it anymore, I guide you through."

I feel a wave of relief; even in absence, Anthea is still maintaining dominion over my fate. I am kissing her feet to express my gratitude.

"Thank you, Lady. I am so lucky to be in your care."

Anthea strokes my head while I'm kissing her feet, speaking softly.

"You are welcome, boy. Now, be good for Nikki. I expect nothing less than perfection from you. Make me proud of you!"

I nod, remaining in position for a few moments, reassured by the comfort of her control, ready to embark on whatever the next days will bring with Nikki.

Anthea and Nikki sit at an upscale café, sipping their coffee. The minute Anthea starts telling her about the new life dynamic with me, Nikki's eyes widen in excitement.

Then Anthea seems concerned and skeptical.

"Well, it is not all like a honeymoon, you know. I like more and more this feeling of power-being in control-but sometimes I am suspecting if this kind of dynamic is too much. I mean, I have complete power over him. His whole day revolves around me."

Nikki listens intently, nodding with concern.

Anthea presses on, "I'm scared I could start abusing that power. What if I push it too far? I don't want to be taking advantage of him. But in a relationship like this-where is the line drawn? And what happens when that control becomes unhealthy?"

Nikki gives a reassuring smile and lays a hand on Anthea's arm.

"Anthea, listen to me. You're one of the nicest, most considerate persons I know. That you're concerned about taking advantage of him at all shows you're not the type that'd overstep. Power within a relationship doesn't have to spell abuse. As long as there is respect and communication, it's you in control-not him, right?"

"Yes, that's true, after all; he pushed me to take control over his life. Still, sometimes I feel like I'm playing with fire."

"Girl, just as long as you keep your integrity in tact, you aren't taking advantage of him. It's not like you are forcing him into anything he didn't already agree to. Besides, it sounds like he is thriving under this control. You're helping him become a better version of himself."

"You make it sound so simple." Anthea says with a soft giggle.

"Well, you're over thinking it, girl. You're allowed to enjoy this, just like he enjoys serving you. You deserve it. And from the sound of it, you're giving him what he craves too. It's mutual, even if it's not 'traditional.' As long as you keep that awareness, there's nothing wrong with indulging in your power."

Anthea visibly lightens, clearly relieved.

"I guess that's just a learning curve. But it feels good, you know? To have this control to be in the position I am."

Nikki grins, bumping Anthea's arm playfully.

"And should! Just keep doing what you're doing. Trust your instincts. You're smart and if he's happy, then you're doing it right. Maybe this is exactly the relationship you both need."

Nikki leans forward after a second, eyes alight with curiosity. "Alright, so, tell me something: how far are you going to go with this? Like, are you ever going to lighten the reins?"

"I don't know. I'm still finding that out. I don't think I want to lighten them too much at least, structure is important. Yet, at the same time, I don't want him to lose himself completely."

"Well, maybe there's a way to balance that too. Like, maybe you could give him tasks that challenge him in different ways-make him learn new skills, or work on something personal, like his self-discipline."

Anthea laughs, relaxing a bit now. "That's actually a good idea. You're always so good at making me feel better about this."

"Because I know you! You got a good head on your shoulders. Just keep doing what works for both of you. And hey, if you ever need advice on how to keep him in line, you know I'm always here to help."

"Nikki, I just say thank you. You've been like a rock, you know, with me navigating this relationship. I don't think I would have made it without your advice from that very first moment he came up with this crazy idea."

Nikki gives her a warm smile and reaches across the table, giving Anthea's hand a squeeze.

"Of course, girl; I'm always here for you. And, it is not exactly easy handling this peculiar dynamic, but you are doing quite well. And trust me, I perfectly understand. John and I have our own version, as you know."

"Seriously, Nikki, your relationship with John had always been an inspiration to me. As a matter of fact, that was part of my drive to try this power dynamic out with Richard."

Nikki beamed sweetly. "Flattered. But I'll admit my authority over my fiancé and our relationship lack depth and dynamic compared to yours ha-ha."

Anthea disagreed kindly. "Don't say that. You two are engaged, there is feeling. I and Richard are ex, yes there are still feelings but channeling in another way. Your ability to hold such a power in this kind of relationship shows your experience and skills, Nikki."

Nikki laughs, the brightness of it shining in her eyes.

"Oh, we are on that path, in some ways. Truth be told, I have the financial control. I do the books, I have the final say when we disagree, and John does most of the housework. He's always respectful in public, never undermines me, and let's just say I also get to decide how often we have sex and how it goes." She winks playfully at Anthea.

Anthea chuckles softly. "Sounds to me like a typical FLR, girl ha-ha."

Nikki smiles and takes a sip of her coffee.

"Not all are blooming in our relationship. The only real problem is that sometimes I get well, a little sadistic."

Anthea raises an eyebrow, interested.

"Yeah Anthea, I get frustrated sometimes, and I lecture him. I'd love to spank him ha-ha or give him a real punishment when he's being stubborn, but I respect that he's my fiancé, and I can't cross that line."

Anthea looks flabbergasted by that. "WOW! Spanking John? Really? I didn't know or imagine you are such a bitch hi-hi."

Nikki bursts into laughter. "I feel this way sometimes, yes, ha-ha! I am not a bitch, you know me from childhood, but yes, I have such sadistic tendencies, the thought makes me horny!

Anthea says thoughtful.

"You know, I do not believe in corporal punishment. To me, it is just too extreme; there are ways of disciplining someone without having to go that far."

Nikki leans back in the chair, a smirk playing in the corners of her mouth as she shakes her head-playful.

"I listen to you, Anthea, you know, always I do, and respect your opinion, but I really do think you can apply this practice to your situation. With a sub like Richard, corporal punishment is actually part of the dynamic. It is not just about discipline-it cements the bond between you. It's necessary, just like the rewards are."

Anthea leans sideways, her eyes wide with interest and a little caution.

"I also do value your opinion and your experience; you have greatly helped me to go through my new dynamic with Richard. You really think so? I mean, I've never used physical punishment on him. I always felt it might break his spirit or damage our relationship."

Nikki nods in deep reflection.

"Okay, it's a legitimate concern, but here's the issue: corporal punishment within a D/s relationship isn't abuse. It's consensual, and in many ways, it is expected. He likely needs that structure, Anthea. A spank or a firm hand when he screws up doesn't need to be cruel-what it does is reinforces the dynamic, reminds him of his place, and deepens the connection between you two."

Anthea looks down into her cup, choosing her words.

"I don't know, Nikki. I have always been more about the mental and emotional control, not the physical. What if I cross a line I don't want to?"

Nikki nods, knowing the reservations.

"You're not an abuser, Anthea. You're considerate and thoughtful and caring. For you to question it means that. In your kind of relationship, though, physical discipline can almost be a natural extension of the control you've already set up.".

After a moment, Anthea nods, seeming to open to the idea.

"I guess that makes some sense, but I should think on it some more."

Nikki grins triumphantly at seeing how Anthea was actually considering her words.

"That is all I ask. Just think about it. You guys are so close already, and actually adding some corporal component might just really strengthen that."

She's still skeptical of the idea, but much of what Nikki has laid out teases her into some intrigue.

"You know, I am actually excited to try something new. Thanks, Nikki-I'm lucky to have you in my corner."

"Always, girl. And, hey, maybe someday you will be the one giving me advice!"

Anthea and Nikki were talking about Anthea's holiday.

"I was just thinking about when I'm going away on holiday for those two weeks. Of course, I shall make it perfectly clear to him what are my expectations, but somehow I don't think that will be enough. He's still a bit of a little boy at times, you know? Needs everything instructed, guided and supervised. Without that, well, my fear is that he'll get his head off track."

Nikki leans in a bit closer, her expression serious, but below that, all amuses.

"Of course, Anthea. He is not one to be left to his own devices, if he is at all like a little boy. He will need someone to keep him in line, at least see that he follows through with his training. I can check up on him for you while you're away, make sure he does not slack off. It's no bother at all really."

Relief lights up Anthea's eyes, and a flower of a grateful smile blooms on her lips. "Would you, Nikki? That would be such a help. I wouldn't feel as anxious, knowing you're there to keep a look at him." Nikki waves off the thanks with a dismissive laugh.

"It's my pleasure, Anthea, really. But let me warn you, as much as I can grant that he is kind and cares for you, let us not forget his past. I have not forgotten how he lied and manipulated you. Honestly, because of that, I don't like him very much. So, it will be fun to make him uncomfortable, keep him on his toes while you are away."

She chuckles then, lightly, as if such a thought amuses her.

"I trust you, Nikki. I trust your mind, your experience, and your natural kindness. You always know just how to handle these sorts of situations. And. you're right. He probably does need to feel uncomfortable. It might even discipline him more effectively, especially if he's comparing you to me in his head."

Nikki grins, leaning forward.

"Exactly! He will feel even more grateful for your mercies when he is under my thumb for a while. In fact...".

"Why don't you let me handle some of his punishments while you're gone? Spanking, for example. It will keep him on track. And it saves you feeling guilty over it since I would be doing it."

Anthea's face changes; a shadow of doubt crosses it.

"Spanking? I don't know, Nikki. That's just too much for me. I don't want him to be scared of me, nor of you. I want him to respect me, not be afraid of some kind of punishment."

Nikki's tone softens, but persuasive.

"I know this is not easy for you, Anthea. But this has nothing to do with being afraid of him. It's about order, it's about discipline, and it is about maintaining the hierarchy. Spanking doesn't have to be vicious. It is merely one means of reminding him of his position, of staying in line. Punishment as maintenance is understood to enhance behavior and performance. He will be better able to focus, remember who he is, and not drift back into those patterns of lying."

Anthea takes a deep breath, still hesitant but clearly weighing Nikki's reasoning.

"I can see how that would work, but I don't want him to feel that I have abandoned him to some other punisher. It means something to me that he feels cared for, even when he is being punished.".

"He will still feel loved, Anthea, don't worry. At first it is you who make the decisions and prepare him for his fate. In fact, having me discipline him will just serve to make your love seem all the more cherishable to him. He will appreciate your goodness all the more when he has something to contrast with. And when you come back, he will be more dutiful, more attentive, and all the more grateful for your love."

Anthea leans back, face contemplative, weighing the pros and cons. After a very long pause, she looks over at Nikki and nods briefly. There is still a tinge of reluctance in her voice. "We will see sweetie. I want it to help him, not harm him. But time will show us what the right direction is." Then she smiles, "I think it's time for us to make together a visit to Richard and explain your role while I will be away. What do you think about?"

Nikki is smiling broadly and seems excited.

"Any afternoon you want, Anthea, it will be my pleasure, ha-ha."

Part2 Nikki's visit

Anthea sits cross-legged in deep purple camisole, sapphire-blue polka shorts with white dots, and blue flip-flops. I am kneeling at her feet, awaiting her instructions as she has crossed her arms on her chest.

"Now listen carefully, boy. Nikki is coming over in a few minutes, and I expect you to be on your best behavior. You will greet her the same way you greet me--on your knees, with your head bowed, and a kiss to her feet. Understood?"

I look at her, hesitate a little before speaking.

"Yes Lady, but may I say something?"

"Of course boy, go ahead."

"Thanks Lady. I just. I don't think Nikki likes me. Is it good that she be involved in our relationship?"

Anthea's face turns into a serious and strict expression.

"First of all, boy, allow me to remind you of your status here. You are not in a position to tell me who I will and will not involve in our relationship, especially when it concerns my closest friend. Secondly, how and why did you come up with this craziness in your head about Nikki?"

"I am sorry, Lady, you are right, as always; it is not my business. I got that sense when I met her after we broke up. She barely looked at me. I think she might have some kind of grudge."

Anthea lifts an eyebrow; her blue eyes narrowed slightly as she listened, but she said nothing for a couple of moments, just letting my words hang in the air.

"Oh, please, boy, Nikki doesn't care about you enough to have any grudge. You are over thinking this." She waved her hand carelessly. "Whatever happened between us back then is ancient history to her."

"But, Lady, when we once encountered each other, she proceeded to make all those accusations against me regarding the way I treated you. And when I tried to be courteous, she just seemed cold. I'm afraid that--"

I am cut off by Anthea with a shrill tone raised, the expression upon her face a bit sterner now.

"Enough!" Her voice is final and without debate. "I told you, boy, Nikki doesn't think about you. She's my guest, not yours. Your only concern is to serve and obey. Do you understand?"

I bow my head and say with a soft voice, "Yes, Lady. I understand."

"Good. Now, as to what you shall wear: You'll be in your apron, nothing underneath, of course. And your chastity device will be polished and spotless. When Nikki arrives, you will greet her as I instructed and serve her just as you serve me."

I feel my stomach tie itself in knots, knowing resistance or argument will not be tolerated.

"And don't forget to address her as 'Madam Nikki'. She is no mere guest. She is a superior woman, and you will give her the respect due. Understood?"

"Yes, Lady."

Anthea sits on the couch, waiting for Nikki's arrival. I am standing in the hall, apron-clad, with a rising tide of nervousness mixed with submission. The doorbell chimes and Anthea inclines her head toward the door. I walk to the door, open it, and find Nikki standing outside. Tall, with long black hair, and black eyes; overweight, face looking nice, stands at the door with lots of confidence in a red T-shirt and black loose linen pants combined with black leather high-heeled sandals. Her eyes scan me briefly as she steps inside. Cold is her gaze, while her lips barely seem to smile.

I fall onto my knees quickly, my head bowed. "Welcome, Madam Nikki. Lady Anthea is waiting for you in the living room." I go further down to kiss her feet.

Nikki says, smirking, in a mocking tone. "Oh, look at you. An apron? Really? And here I thought I'd seen everything." She chuckles low and soft, her eyes roaming over me, stopping on the apron. "You know, Richard, it suits you. You look so. fitting in this. Just like the little maid you were always meant to be."

She bursts into a fit of laughter, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Kissing my feet like a good little servant. I never thought I'd see the day when you'd fall this low. But then again, maybe this is exactly where you belong."

She steps further inside, and I stay kneeling, feeling that maybe I should not say a word, but the mocking in her words weighs heavy. She bends a little, and her voice lowers into a more searing tone.

"See how far you have fallen. From a man down to this-a whimpering little servant. On your knees, where you belong. It is nice to see you finally found your place. And it is precisely what you deserve."

Anthea gets up from the couch, beaming, as she walks toward Nikki. They fling their arms open and peck each other's cheeks.

Anthi says excitedly, "Nikki darling! So glad you could make it and you are here!"

Nikki is laughing softly, embracing Anthea. "Oh, you know I wouldn't miss this."

They come out of the hug, and Anthea is talking to me.

Her voice is commanding yet tranquil. "Boy, go prepare two icy coffees for us, and don't forget the water."

I nod submissively. "Yes, Lady."

I hurry toward the kitchen, my hands shaking a little from the weight of the humiliation. Returning with the tray, I carefully serve the drinks and the glasses of water, placing everything in front of them. I then stand back, lifting the edges of my apron to curtsey deeply to both of them, revealing my chastity device.

Immediately, Nikki bursts into a shrill laughter-incredulous. She nearly spills her coffee, holding her sides in amusement as she watches me go through my little performance.

Nikki is coughing through her laughter as she says, "Oh my God, no way! You did-you just curtseyed?" She wipes her eyes as further bursts of laughter rack her body. "I can't believe what I see. You. you used to be her boyfriend and now look at you! A little ugly girl in an apron curtseying like some pathetic servant. How does it feel, huh? Going from man to this?"

She motions vaguely at me, her mocking laughter still burbling up as she takes a sip of her coffee, shaking her head.

"What a fall from grace. I almost feel bad for you... almost."

Anthea says in a soothing voice. "Oh, Nikki, don't be too hard on him. He's still learning." She turns to me, the soft, smiling curve of her lips. "It's hard, you know-going from my ex to my obedient boy. But I really must say, he gets better at it.Isn't that right, boy?"

I nod my head further down, swelling a little with pride from the praise, desperate for more, desperate to please.

"Yes, Lady. Thank you."

Nikki leans back into her chair, still chuckling to herself as she continues to eye me closely, her eyes bright with mischief.

"Oh, I am sure that it does. It has to be such a struggle for him. Poor thing. But he is doing an excellent job, isn't he?" she says, chuckling again; her voice is soaked with sarcasm now. "Really, Anthea, I do think you have done a brilliant job with him. And I sincerely hope this amuses you-having him at your beck and call, curtsying like some sort of little maid. It is, almost, poetry.".

"Oh, you have no idea, Nikki. But in a way, it's liberating for him, don't you think? No longer the need to masquerade as something he is not. He has finally taken up his rightful position." Then she gives me that sweet smile. "Do not worry, boy. You will get better with time. It is part of your training. You will soon be the perfect little servant."

I stay there, the weight of their laughter on me, but I say nothing else because I know whatever I would have to say isn't going to make any difference in this room.

Nikki teases, in the most patronizing of tones, "Yes, you're right. I suppose it's quite liberating for us, also. No longer having to deal with him as a 'man'. Now he's nothing more than a servant, a nice apron and all." She smirks, takes another sip of her coffee, and continues with, "I think you've made quite the little project out of him."

Anthea grins, enjoying every minute.

"Well, it's a work in progress. But he's learning. Aren't you, boy?"

I curtsey as I answer in servility. "Yes, Lady. Thank you for molding me to whom I am."

Nikki takes her icy coffee nonchalantly, smirking over the rim of her glass.

"So tell me, Anthea, does he even get to speak, or is his mouth only good for kissing feet these days?"

Anthea chuckles low, sipping her own coffee.

"Oh, he speaks when I allow it. But mostly, yes, his mouth has better uses now." She gives me a sly glance and Nikki erupts in laughter again as she speaks.

"I suppose you miss the days when at least you could look me eye to eye, Richard? You can't even stand up without being told permission these days. It's almost a shame." She chuckles again, shaking her head in disbelief at your new role.

Anthea tips back in her chair, relishing the company of Nikki. She says with a light laugh."Well, Nikki, I think he's getting used to it. Isn't that right, boy? You've accepted your new place, haven't you?"

"Yes, Lady. I have." I answer at once.

"Good. Now stand at attention and listen to me".

I stand at attention, still and my head slightly bowed.

Part3 Anthea announces her decision

Anthea sat relaxed on the couch, Nikki lounged beside her with a glass of iced coffee in her hand. Anthea wore an expressionless face, but then suddenly cleared her throat.

"Boy, I have made a decision. Soon I am going on holiday, and during this time when I am away, you shall require someone to supervise you." She stops for a while, observing my reaction before giving out the news. "Nikki shall oversee you during my absence."

I feel my tummy stir with these words of hers, feeling utterly shocked, incapable of concealing my surprise. I look at both Anthea and Nikki, but my face is full of shock.

Nikki is grinning broadly, chuckling lightly. "That's right, boy, this is going to be fun. I'm your babysitter now."

She chuckles, seeming to take real pleasure in my response.

I can't help myself, my emotions beginning to well up before I can get them in check.

"But, Lady, I don't need a supervisor! I'm not a baby! I don't need a sitter!"

Anthea's face sets in anger, her eyes ablaze as she is taken aback by my outburst. Nikki merely laughs, a harsh jeering sound, as she spreads back in her chair, in obvious enjoyment of the scene taking place in front of her. When Anthea speaks again, her voice is low and furiously angry.

"How dare you speak out of turn? Who gave permission for you to interrupt, boy?"

Nikki smirks, an air of superiority about her, and turns to me; her tone is so cold. She says, "Shut the fuck up when adults are talking."

I gulp because it feels like she just slapped me. I bow my head further since her words weigh heavy with the weight of their authority.

"I apologize, Lady... I apologize, Madam Nikki. I didn't mean to speak out of turn. It's just... I'm an adult myself."

Nikki bursts out laughing again, the sound filling the room like your words were the punch line of some joke.

"An adult? You? Ha-ha! Oh, boy, please. You're a slave that can't even stand up without permission given. Don't fool yourself."

Anthea is still stern now, but a faint smile of amusement at my predicament shows itself.

"You are not a grown-up, boy. You're a slave. And slaves require supervision." She breaks off, her eyes turning hard on me. "You should be grateful that Nikki is willing to spend her time and effort supervising you, to cater to your needs while I'm away. She will make certain you attend to your chores, see to your needs. and discipline you when you screw up."

I swallowed hard, realizing how grave it was now. The moment I'd committed a mistake, now Anthea's serious gaze fell upon me. She smiled a bit and softened her voice as she gave me my next errand.

"Now, for speaking out of turn, you'll write a line of apology. I want you to write: 'I apologize, Lady, for speaking without permission and will never forget my place.' You'll also write a line to thank Nikki properly for being your supervisor. Something like: 'Thank you, Madam Nikki, for taking the time to supervise me while Lady Anthea is away.' Anthea leans back, looking at Nikki.

"Nikki, you get to choose how many times he has to write it."

Nikki's eyes light up with mirth as she leans forward, her gaze clashing with mine. She appears to be considering it, tapping her chin with her finger.

"Hundreds, naturally. Hmmm. Let's say. 300 lines of each. That should keep him busy until I take over. He'll have them done by the end of the weekend."

Anthea cuts in again, dripping with sarcasm in her voice.

"Are 600 lines too much for you, boy? You haven't got anything else to do this weekend, have you?"

I bow my head, already expecting the weight of the punishment. I know there is no way out.

"No, Lady. I will finish them."

Nikki silently chuckles as if she was loving the sight after all. Anthea nods in approval.

"Good. And you should thank your lucky stars for having a supervisor like Nikki to look out for you."

I bow my head and extend my gratitude towards the two.

"Thank you, Lady, for assigning a supervisor for me. And thank you, Madam Nikki, for accepting to supervise me."

Nikki folds her arms across her chest, smirking down at me while her eyes are brimming with mirth.

"Oh, don't you worry, boy. I'm actually looking forward to 'slave-sitting' you. And don't forget-on Monday, I'll take you out to buy your groceries for the week. Of course, if you're a good boy and get your lines done."

Anthea smiles at Nikki, comfortable with the arrangement.

"Perfect! You will ensure that he keeps in line, won't you, Nikki?"

"Oh, don't you worry, Anthea. I got it. He won't take a step out of line."

Anthea looks at me.

"You will listen and obey your overseer as you would me. She has my approval and consent to supervise you as she wishes and to assign you whatever duties and new rules she sees fit. Am I clear myself, boy?"

"Yes Lady, You made it crystal clear." I answer in humility and servility causing a grin to Nikki's face.

Anthea commands me to assume the inspection pose, and I stand before them, hands clasped behind my head, my legs apart, awaiting further instructions.

"Boy, take off your apron and let Nikki see the full picture."

I comply, removing my apron and folding it neatly before setting it aside. My chastity device is now fully exposed, and I immediately know that Nikki's eyes land on it. She explodes in cheer-filled surprise, her laughter lighting up the room.

"Oh, my goodness! Look at that! I really didn't think it could get any better, but here we are." She leans slightly forward, peering at the device-her smile wide and mocking. "This is just... perfect. A tiny little cage for your tiny little dick." She chuckles, really enjoying herself it seems. "I mean, not that I expected much with your background, but this? It's almost sad."

Anthea leans back in her seat, smiling. Her eyes flick over to me as she answers. "Well, you know... the cage pulls it in. It's all about perspective."

Nikki is laughing softly. "Oh, come on, Anthea! You're being too kind. Cage or not, there's just not a whole lot there to work with. I mean, it barely fills the device! You might want to find an even smaller one at this rate."

I just stand there, blushing, as their words make my humiliation grow deeper. Anthea just smiles then shifts in her seat.

"The cage keeps him completely locked up, obviously. It prevents any sort of erection or stimulation. Of course, controlled entirely by me. He can't touch or do anything without permission."

Curiosity again gets the better of Nikki, who leans forward once more as her eyes light up with the next question.

"So, tell me, boy, when was your last orgasm?"

"18 days ago, Madam Nikki. When Lady Anthea put the cage on."

Nikki is shaking her head with a grin as she looks back at Anthea.

Eighteen days? That's not even anything! Not long enough for a slave, if you ask me." She spins back to me, her voice derisive. "I've known slaves to go months... years, even. What are you, on holiday?"

Anthea is chuckling softly, turning to Nikki.

"Oh, it's just the beginning Nikki. Don't let him fool you. I haven't made my mind up yet, but I've got to keep him motivated, haven't I?"

Nikki is giggling, a sly tone in her voice.

"Motivated? Ha! This one should be desperate before you think about his orgasm."

She leans forward, facing me.

"Tell me, boy, are you desperate enough yet? Or do you need more time locked up?"

I answer meekly.

"Madam Nikki... I... I am desperate... but it's up to Lady Anthe when I am allowed..."

Nikk mockingly looks at Anthea.

"Allowed? Anthea, you're spoiling him. I've known slaves that go decades without even the promise of freedom. You're being much too easy on him."

Anthea is still chuckling softly before she finally turns to me: "You hear that, boy? You should be thankful I'm even considering an orgasm for you!" Her voice assumes a somewhat commanding quality. "Maybe I should just take Nikki's advice and extend your denial, hmm? How would you feel about months without release?"

My head spins in panic with helpless excitement at the very idea of even more time being denied to me.

"Lee'dy... I... I will do as you wish... but please... I... do anything... please..."

Nikki bursts out in laughter.

"Oh, look at him Anthea, he is practically on the verge of tears!"

She grins, "See? That's the way a slave should be. Always desperate, always begging, ever on edge."

"Maybe you're right, Nikki. I think I've been a bit too lenient." She says, smiling, shifting in her seat once more, apparently speaking in passing, "Oh, well, he's had a little break recently. I gave him some time out of the device a couple of days ago, allowed him to get an erection... just for a bit." Nikki bursts out laughing and exclaims, "Really? How long did it last?

"Oh, about ten minutes." Anthea says casually.

Nikki bursts out laughing all over again, hailing her eyes wide in exaggerated disbelief.

"Ten minutes? Anthea, that's far too generous! You're spoiling him! Really, he should think himself luck-y if he gets one minute, let alone ten!"

Anthea smiles, but not very warmly; she defends well as if she knew Nikki was right in her mocking.

"Well, at times I like being generous because this keeps him motivated."

Nikki shakes her head, still laughing softly to herself, clearly enjoying the playful banter. Then, to your shock, Anthea reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small silver key--the spare key to your chastity device. She holds it up, looks at Nikki with a smile and casually says.

"Nikki, I think it's only fair you have this. It's the spare key to his cage."

Nikki's eyes light up with excitement as she reaches out to take the key from Anthea, her expression one of pure delight.*

"Oh, this is fantastic! I get the key? Oh, Anthea, you're too kind. I'll make sure to take good care of it." She turns to me, her smile sharp and full of mockery.

Anthea is explaining calmly, "It's only for emergencies. If something happens while I'm away and he needs to be unlocked, Nikki you have the authority to use it. But it's strictly for special circumstances."

Nikki chuckles again, holding the key up and inspecting it as if it were a prized possession.

"Oh, I'm sure there will be not plenty of emergencies... I'll have to keep a close eye on you, though, boy."

I stand there, feeling utterly powerless as Nikki pockets the key, her enthusiasm palpable. Anthea, satisfied leans back again, watching my reaction.

"Now, boy, aren't you grateful that Nikki is willing to take on this responsibility for me?"

I swallow hard, my voice soft but respectful, knowing there's no way out of this.

"Yes, Lady. Thank you, Madam Nikki."

Nikki smirks, clearly enjoying the power she now holds over me.

"You're welcome, slave. I'm sure we'll have plenty of fun next two weeks."

Anthea looks at me and says nonchalantly. "Go to buy me cigarettes boy. Chop-chop!"

Part4 A private conversation

I immediately trot to the guest room, get dressed and run out of home to carry out the task.

Anthea lights a cigarette and exhales slowly, glancing over at Nikki.

"So, I've decided... I won't allow him an orgasm at least until the end of summer. I think it's best for control and for his training, but I'm a bit worried about his health. You know, prostate issues. I actually Googled a solution, and I found something called... prostate milking? I have ever bought a tool named aneros, proper for doing the milking."

Nikki is grinning playfully:

"Oh, Anthea you read my mind! I was just about to suggest that myself. It's perfect--relieves the pressure without giving him the satisfaction of a real orgasm. He'll stay frustrated but healthy. Trust me, it's effective."

They lean in closer as Nikki details her experience.

Nikki continues, "It's fascinating how it works. You drain his balls, but it doesn't feel anything like an orgasm. The relief is physical, not mental. His body will thank you, but his mind? Still locked in that constant denial."

Anthea seems excited, "That's exactly what I need--control over him, but with the least amount of pleasure. If we rate an orgasm as a 10... how would you rate the milking experience?"

Nikki is laughing: "Oh, a 4, maybe a 5 at best. He'll feel like something is happening, but it won't satisfy him at all. Especially if you ice his balls during the process..."

Anthea, raises an eyebrow: "Ice? I hadn't thought of that."

Nikki same excited says. "Yes, an ice bag over his testicles during the milking will numb the area. That way, even when he oozes semen, it won't come with the slightest hint of warmth or pleasure. It's a cold, clinical experience. He'll feel even more humiliated knowing that something so intimate is being handled in such a detached way."

Anthea looks thoughtful, twirling the cigarette in her fingers.

"I like that... the contrast. I can imagine him already, so desperate, thinking this might finally be his release, only to realize it's far from it. I could try it out soon. When he's on his knees... I'll have him assume the position and milk him like that. The ice will add a nice touch of cruelty."

They both share a laugh, envisioning the controlled process, the slow milking that leaves me drained but still craving something more.

Nikki says in a casual voice. "You know, you should open up his hole to make the aneros works and rubs his prostate better".

Anthea looks at Nikki stunned. "What do you mean to open up his hole?"

Nikki explains softly. "A practical and easy way is to put in its anus a butt plug to open the diameter and makes the aneros slides easier inside him."

Anthea looks stunned and thoughtful. "Hmm, I am not sure he will easy accept such a training. He is a straight man and you know how they react in behind games ha-ha!"

Nikki burst into laughter. "Ha-ha girl you are funny. We are not speaking about Richard right now but about your slave. Hellooooo... slaves don't have choices or a word on your decisions darling!"

Anthea nods her head. "That's right but... he will not take it very well..."

Nikki smiles devilish, "Who cares Anthea?"

Anthea thoughtful says. "I see... after all it will be his only chance to get his balls drained and feel a little relief... so he will see the benefits of the butt plug training hi-hi!"

I return home, put the cigarettes on the table, then I go to the guest room, strip naked and come back to the living room wearing my apron. I stand respectfully to the side while Anthea and Nikki sit comfortably on the couch, discussing my daily routine.

Anthea speaks in a calm, instructive tone.

"So, Nikki, as you know, I've put him on a strict training program. He starts his day at 6 a.m. and goes to bed by 11 p.m., with every minute accounted for. He goes to work on foot following a specific route everyday, followed by his duties when he returns home, beginning at 5pm in typing the books on the computer for me. He'll also cook simple meals and, of course, keep the house cleaned. I may add another task on his training during my absence; I will let you know about. At 10.30pm is his corner time and 11pm she sends to me his daily journal and go directly to bed. That's all, so simple life."

Nikki nods at the schedule and smiles confidently.

"Sounds like you got everything under control. Like that. He needs to stay busy, or he'll get ideas, right?"

This is part 2, go and read part 1 first!!

The convenience store’s automatic doors slid open with a faint hiss, and I made my way to the fridge section. Grabbing two energy drinks, I hesitated before adding a third—Jenny would probably claim she needed "extra fuel" to survive algebra. As I walked to the counter, I caught myself smiling. Somehow, running late-night errands for her felt less like a hassle and more like second nature.

When I pulled up to her building, the faint glow of her phone screen lit her face as she sat on the front steps. She looked up when my car door slammed, her eyes lighting up in the way they always did when she knew she was about to get her way.

"Wow, you actually came through," she said, standing and tucking her phone into her hoodie pocket.

"Don’t sound so surprised," I replied, holding up the bag. "I even got extras, so you owe me big time."

Jenny grinned and took the bag from me, peeking inside. "Energy drinks and snacks? You’re spoiling me."

"Don’t get used to it," I shot back, following her up the stairs.

She glanced over her shoulder, smirking. "Oh, I already am. Now let’s see if you can turn me into a math genius—or at least keep me awake long enough to finish this homework."

We sat cross-legged on the floor by her coffee table, textbooks and scraps of paper scattered in every direction. I tapped my pen against the edge of my notebook and pointed to the next problem in her workbook.

"Alright," I said, leaning closer, "this one’s just like the last. Start by simplifying the equation."

Jenny nodded, her brow furrowed in concentration as she copied the problem onto a blank sheet. "So… move the three over here," she murmured, dragging her pen across the page.

"And don’t forget to change the sign when you move it," I added.

"Got it!" she said, her voice determined. For the first twenty minutes, she was surprisingly focused, nodding along to my explanations and even asking the occasional question.

But as the session dragged on, her energy began to fizzle out. She rested her chin in her hand, her other hand moving the pen sluggishly across the page.

"Wait, what was I supposed to do again?" she asked, staring blankly at the equation.

"Isolate the variable," I reminded her patiently, though I could see her focus slipping away.

She nodded again but didn’t make a move to correct the problem. Instead, she let out a long sigh and leaned back against the couch. "Why does algebra feel like it’s actively trying to kill me?"

"Because you’re not letting the caffeine do its job," I teased, nudging the unopened energy drink still sitting on the table.

She laughed softly but didn’t pick it up. Instead, she slumped further down, her eyes drooping. "Maybe I just need a ten-minute nap to recharge…"

"Or maybe you need to finish this problem first," I countered, tapping the workbook with my pen.

"Fine," she groaned, sitting up again, though her movements were slow and exaggerated. "But if I pass out mid-equation, it’s on you."

After a few more equations, Jenny set her pen down with a sigh and stretched her arms over her head. "Alright, I need a bathroom break," she announced, getting to her feet.

I raised an eyebrow at her sudden enthusiasm for taking a break. "You’re just trying to escape algebra, aren’t you?"

"Maybe a little," she admitted with a grin, already heading toward the hallway. "But seriously, you should keep going. Work through a few problems so you’re all prepared when I get back."

I blinked, caught off guard. "Wait, you want me to do the homework?"

Jenny turned around in the doorway, smirking. "You’re already ahead in class anyway, Mr. Genius. Just figure it out so you don’t have to waste time understanding it before you teach me."

I opened my mouth to argue, but she was already gone, leaving me alone with the mess of equations. Shaking my head, I grabbed her workbook and flipped to the next problem.

"Guess I’m doing her homework now," I muttered to myself, grabbing my pen. "What else is new?"

As I finished up the last few problems, I glanced at the clock. Jenny had been gone for a while. I decided to check on her and make sure she wasn’t just pretending to be “busy” with a nap. Walking down the hallway, I noticed her bedroom door slightly ajar. When I peeked inside, I found her curled up on her bed, sound asleep.

I couldn’t help but smile at the sight—she had completely passed out. She’d probably barely made it to the bathroom before her body decided it needed some serious rest.

Quietly, I placed her workbook on her desk and tiptoed out of the room. I wasn’t sure what to do with the time now, so I sat back down on the couch and kept working through the homework.

A few minutes later, I heard footsteps from the stairs. Jenny’s mom appeared around the corner, looking down at me with a warm smile. "Everything going okay in here?" she asked, her eyes briefly flicking to Jenny’s bedroom door.

"Yeah, I’m almost done," I replied, holding up the last sheet of problems I was working on. "She fell asleep though, so I thought I’d just finish these up for her."

She smiled fondly. "She’s probably exhausted after staying up late again," she said, leaning against the doorframe. "I’m glad you’re helping her, though. You’re a good friend."

I shrugged, trying to hide my awkwardness. "It’s no problem. I said I’d help, so… I’m just doing what I can."

She raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eyes. "Well, you know, if you keep helping her with all this, you might just end up being the family’s go-to tutor," she teased, crossing her arms.

I chuckled, rubbing the back of my neck. "I don’t know about that. I’m just trying to get her through tonight."

She laughed softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, you never know. Maybe I’ll need your help with some stuff someday—math or… who knows?" she said with a wink.

I laughed awkwardly. "I’ll be sure to pencil you in for whenever you need a homework savior."

She grinned. "I’ll hold you to that. But really, it’s sweet of you to help her out like this. She’s lucky to have you looking out for her."

"Yeah, well, someone’s gotta do it," I said with a smile, finishing up the last of the equations.

She nodded approvingly. "Well, I appreciate it. You’re a good influence on her."

"No problem," I said, giving her a thumbs-up. "I’ve got it covered."

"Alright then," she said, with one last playful grin. "I’ll let you finish up. Thanks again for being such a good friend to her. You’re a keeper."

As she walked back toward the kitchen, I quietly returned to my work. With the homework almost done, it felt good knowing Jenny would at least have something to hand in tomorrow. I didn’t mind being her backup—especially when it came with the occasional thank-you, like that one.

Once I had finished the last of the problems, I glanced over at Jenny’s still-sleeping figure, a small smile on my face. I had done what I could, and I was pretty sure she’d be grateful when she woke up—once she remembered all the caffeine and energy drinks I’d supplied. It felt good to know I’d helped, even though it wasn’t exactly what I’d planned on doing when I first agreed to assist her with algebra.

I packed up my things, making sure everything was neatly placed on her desk. There was a part of me that wished I could stick around and make sure she didn’t wake up with a mountain of work left to do, but I knew I had to head home. It was getting late, and I still had a few things I wanted to get done before I turned in for the night.

As I quietly left the house, I locked the door behind me and stepped out into the cool night air. The streets were empty, the kind of peaceful stillness that only late nights could bring. The drive back to my place was quiet, a kind of solitude that let my mind wander. I thought about the night—about Jenny, her mom, and how, in some small way, it felt like I’d done something important.

By the time I got home, the house was dark and quiet. I parked in the driveway and sat in my car for a moment, reflecting on how strange it was. Helping Jenny had been one of those things that didn’t seem like a big deal at the time, but now, as I lay in bed, I felt oddly satisfied.

It wasn’t just about doing her homework or running errands for her; it was about being there when she needed me. Maybe that’s what friends do. And I guess, even though it wasn’t part of the plan, I was okay with it.

With a sigh of contentment, I turned off the lights and closed my eyes, drifting off to sleep.

Waking up the next morning all I could think about was my cock straining against my new cage, Avery was in the living room with something cover by a blanket. After breakfast she asked me how badly I wanted to cum.

I dropped my spoon and begged to have some release. Avery said fine but you have to be blindfolded first. I saw no issue so I said sure, I the. Asked if this had anything to do with what’s In the living room. She shrugged and said you will find out.

After blindfolding me I heard her removing the blanket as she commanded for me to get on all fours. I felt her attach a collar to me and guild me. I soon felt something grasp onto my wrists and ankles. I was chained down, confused before I could even say a word Avery commanded me to open my mouth. She swiftly shoved a gag with a dildo attached down my throat. I felt her tighten it around my neck.

She then took off my blindfold, I realized I was in a dog cage. I couldn’t move or look around due to being tied up, Avery spoke up. It’s time for some fun. You are going to get fucked my this machine until you cum. Confused what machine? She then took out a box and pulled out a brand new dildo, roughly 6-7 inches pretty girthy.

I felt as she removed my plug and applied the cold fresh lube. After what felt like hours I felt the head pressing against my eager hole. Let’s go slow and see how you take it. I felt the machine spring to life. Slowly pushing in and pulling out. This was the biggest over ever had in me and it was only going halfway in me.

After 5 minutes she pushed the machine closer so I was almost taking the whole thing. With every push and pull I could feel it stretching me. After another 5 minutes she pushed the machine so I was taking the whole thing.

She turned up the speed and left me for 30 minutes. At this point I was moaning and drooling everywhere. All I wanted was to feel the sweet sensation of release. Avery came back all dressed up, don’t worry I won’t be gone long. Maybe and hour. Or 5, Avery grinned as she turned up the speed put on my blindfold and walked out the door.

All I could do was sit there being repeatedly fucked with no release. I prayed that I would just be freed. After a few hours I heard someone come through the door. Happy I looked around trying to beg to be let out. Avery leaned closely and whispered, damn I thought you would have fun by now. Maybe you can only leak in that cage. I felt her turn the machine off as she pulled it away from me.

Daaaaamn, nice gape. I breathed a sigh of relief only to be met by the words you failed. I said I wanted you to cum in that little cage of yours. Now you get to be punished. I felt her pushing the cage. Not sure where we were going my mind raced. Is she putting me outside? Not like this she can’t I’m practically naked. I’ve got no shirt and only a pair of crotchless panties on.

She stopped pushing and I heard the door open. I felt something soft being pushed under me. It was a blanket, this is all you get. You’re sleeping In the cage tonight. With that I felt her removing my gag. Not a word she commanded. No go to sleep. It didn’t take long and I was out cold. I woke up the next morning with my blindfold off and unchained. I walked into the living room and Avery was on the couch.

Damn you need to take a shower you look horrible. I know, but I was kinda locked in a cage last night soooooo. Avery said we need to talk after so go shower and shave up. After my shower I met her In the living room, Avery asked if I was ready to take the next step.

Confused I asked what she meant. Look I really like you, I think you would make the perfect little girlfriend for me. So I want to put you on HRT, I want you to grow cute little tits. Shocked I told her I don’t have the money for that. Don’t worry dummy I will pay for it. I was confused, not sure what I wanted to do. Avery looked at me and told me if you don’t feel comfortable say no.

I won’t force you to do anything, just like I don’t make you eat your own cum. It is all up to you to decide. I never really thought about it, I always felt like I should have been a girl but never did I think it would go this far. Sure I will do it. Avery looked shocked really? Omg I’m setting up an appointment now I can’t wait to make you my little slut.

Stevie looks around the diner then back to Chelsea.

“I… not here, Mistress.” She is almost back in tears.

“Miss,” i speak up, feeling some eyes staring at us after the situation subsided. “Might i suggest we take her back to our house?”

Chelsea gathers us both up, gets our food to go, and leads us out to the car, i let Stevie sit up front so that she’s got plenty of leg room. Stevie’s phone goes off.

“Hello. Yes Ma’am? No ma’am, i didn’t miss the bus. No Ma’am, i met up with Miss Chelsea and Chris. No ma’am, i didn’t miss the time. There was an incident with an older woman, she thought i was a junkie. Miss Chelsea protected me. We’re going to her house now. I’ll wait there for you there. B- bye.” There’s a slight quiver in her voice when she goes to say bye. “I hope she isn’t mad at me.”

“She wouldn’t be mad at you Stevie,” Chelsea reassures her. “You were doing exactly what you were supposed to do.”

“What if she gets mad? Or what if she kicks me out? Or what if-“

“Stevie. I’ve seen how my sister looks at you. She would never just throw you out. She thinks you’re the sweetest thing on earth.”

“She does?”

“Yes. She gushes about you. She properly collared you at Christmas,” Chelsea reaffirms her. “Let’s get you home and cleaned up. Puppy?”

“Ma’am?”

“When we get back home and the groceries are brought in, could you bring some tea up to my room?”

“Of course.”

“Turn the heat on and bare skin okay?”

“Y… yes momma.” I blush slightly.

“Good boy.” I can hear the silent smile grow on her velvet red stained lips. I let out a little happy sounding squeak. Stevie lets out a little teasing laugh towards me.

When we get back to the house, i get up to the door and freeze for a moment.

“It’s fine. Daddy installed security, remember?” Chelsea pats my shoulder and opens the door so i can bring the groceries in. “Make sure the tea is just perfect okay? I’m gonna help clean Stevie up a little, patch up her cheek.”

“You don’t have to make a fuss over me, Miss.” Stevie sighs. “I know I’m worse than a nobody, I’m a nothing.”

“Nonsense. puppy, strip and serve tea, nothing with Rose or strawberry,” chelsea kisses my cheek and heads upstairs with Stevie.

Stripping all the way down, i put the clothes in the laundry and set a kettle of water to boil. Cleaning up the kitchen and putting away the groceries took up some time, my collar’s tag clinking with every move i make. Once the tea is ready, i get three cups on the tray and head to Chelsea’s room.

“Miss? I have the tea ready.” I push the door open with my hips, the new door a little heavier than the old one. Chelsea is sitting on the bed with Stevie lying beside her, her head on chelsea’s pillow.

“She fell asleep almost as soon as she laid down. But i took a look and she should be fine.” I put the tea down on the nightstand. Pouring Chelsea’s cup first. Taking a sip, she points over to the small box in the corner. “Feel like playing a little game, my pet?”

A smile crawls on my face as i nod. “What did you have in mind?”

“Just a test of your endurance.” She smiles, putting the cuffs on my wrists and ankles. “You’re gonna be begging before she wakes up.”

“Down in Nadu?” I start to get down on my knees. “Or all fours?”

“Actually, i have a better idea, Spread eagle.” She giggles a little going to where the floor rug is. “Daddy put in some hide away anchor points that we were talking about.”

Moving the rug out of the way, there are four squares of wood that easily pop out. Each with their own hard point beneath them. Laying spread eagle on the soft surface on the ground, chelsea starts to hum as she attaches the clasps to the shackles.

“Have we done e-stim play yet, puppy?”

I think for a moment then shake my head no.

“We can save that for a little later.” Chelsea starts to straddle me, sitting on my waist. “Right now i get to have my fun.”

She starts grinding on my hips, i feel my cage start to tighten as my face goes red. A game of endurance. She wants to see how long she can have fun before i tap out, and i wanted to prove to her i could last longer. About thirty minutes of her grinding on me, she has me tapping out on the edge of cumming.

“Thirty minutes, not bad babe.” Chelsea kisses me then gets up, leaving me on the ground to check on Stevie. Stevie is sitting on the bed. “You okay honey?”

“Yeah.” She smiles a little. “Did my phone go off?”

“I didn’t hear it.” Chelsea is still straddling me.

“Is he going to be alright?”

“He just hit is limit,” she gets up, leaving me connected to the ground. “You okay hon?”

I give a thumbs up, panting, trying to get my senses back. I feel a slight leak from my cage.

“How long ago did you want to tap?”

“Three minutes ago ma’am. Could you get me some water?”

“Not too bad. I’ll be right back pup. Stevie could you undo his restraints, please?” Chelsea goes to get a bottle of water and a straw for me.

“Yes ma’am.” Stevie gets off the bed and comes over to me. She traces her finger up and down my scars. “You look cute like this. Like a rug on the floor.”

“Thanks.” I stretch out my hands and feet. My back would’ve gotten sore underneath me if the padding wasn’t memory foam. “You want a turn being a decoration?”

“No thanks.” She laughs, shaking her head. “Let me get you up from there.”

While she’s unshackling me, she leans over to the far side of my body. I’m able to get a better view of her face, her scars near her eye goes over where her eye is. Her cheek is almost healed from the slap.

“Oh….”

“Yeah….”

“Are you?”

“Partially. It’s why i keep it covered.”

“Was it…”

“Yeah.” Stevie helps me sit up as we sit leaning against the bed. “She kept saying i was the damaged product.”

Chelsea walks back in with my water as Stevie moves the hair over the scar.

“Stevie, sweetie?” Handing me the water and sitting next to us on the ground.

“Ma’am?”

“I want you to remember one thing, okay?” Chelsea turns her head to look at Stevie, “your scars don’t define who you are. That goes for you too, string bean.”

The gentle moment was interrupted by a patterned knock on the door.

“It’s Olivia.” Stevie gets up and heads to the door. Olivia is waiting on the other side of the door when she opens it. “Hi miss,”

“You scared me, Cricket.” Olivia hugs her deep.

“You… called me Cricket, in front of someone.” Stevie starts to tear up as she hugs back.

“I don’t want to hide it anymore, Cricket.” Olivia laughs. “I love you and i don’t care anymore.”

Olivia holds onto Stevie for a while before letting her go.

“Thank you, chelsea.” Olivia smiles. “I think we’re going to head home now.”

I want to wake up one morning to the sounds of wrist and ankle restraints being tightened around my limbs. My beautiful wife, dressed in a cute pair of panties and loose t shirt from the night before, finds my toy box and brings out a chastity cage. She quickly fits it over my growing cock while simultaneously inching a medium/large size plug into my ass.

Once all is snug, she takes her panties off and throws them over my face. Their warmth drapes over my face as I breathe in her scent; there is a noticeably damp spot that sits just over my upper lip and nose letting me know she is enjoying it just as much. She takes two items out of the box and quickly blindfolds me before I can see the second item. The next thing I feel is an inch or two of phallic shaped rubber filling my mouth followed by a clasping sound behind my head; I’ve been gagged. But it didn’t taste like rubber though and I recognized it immediately. She had inserted the gag into her pussy and coated it with her juices before putting it on me.

The warmth and scent of her panties over my nostrils coupled with the taste of her pussy and lack of vision tighten the cage around my cock as the plug digs deeper. I feel the bed rustle for a minute followed by the cutest of moans as I feel a weight descend over my shoulders and mouth. She takes the blindfold off and I am looking under her shirt; her perfect tits lit up by the sunlight coming through the window, making her shirt appear translucent.

Pulling her shirt tight, I can see her mouth slightly agape and her eyes closed. I notice another phallic shaped object appear above my mouth as she slowly ascends. Inch by inch appears until nearly 6 inches is shown standing erect over my mouth and gag. The shaft glistens as her lips glide up, exposing the head as her once parted lips close slightly, but never fully.

She begins her descent and her pace quickens. Within seconds she is taking the full length with every stroke. Tied, plugged, caged, and now pinned under her weight with her panties in my face, the only excitement I can glean is from the sight of her tits bouncing, her juices seeping down from the double sided gag deep within her, and the immense amount of enjoyment I can see on her face….and that just might be enough.

She grabs her tits with both hands, full weight of her body now on my chest, shoulders, and mouth. Her breathing quickens. Her face flushes. The cage imprisoning my cock continues to tighten beyond what I thought was possible. She slams down a final time and begins grinding, back and forth, back and forth as her clit repeatedly flicks the tip of my nose. My face now covered in her juices, the nectar of the gods.

Her body wriggles, her face contorts with desire and a desperate need for release. I’ve seen that face before; my favorite part is quickly approaching but never under these circumstances. She uses one hand to rub her clit, leaving the other to grasp her perky tits. Her breathing shallows until she’s doing everything she can for another breathe. Her body continues its motions but her face has frozen, clinging to the sensations enveloping her entire body. I’ve forgotten all about my restraints as I watch her body melt into orgasm. Her lungs collapse forcing out all the air in the form of the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard. Each thrust forcing more and more fluid down and around the sides of the gag. Is this what heaven feels like?

Her orgasm subsides and she dismounts the dildo gag. With her legs still trembling she rolls to her side. After a minute or two she removes gag and gives my face a quick wipe with her panties. She settles over my face once more but only hovering, as if allowing me to admire her immaculate beauty from below, but I know what she truly wants and I strain my neck to reach.

I feel the release of my wrists from their restraints and I pounce. With an ass cheek in each hand, I lap like a dog, licking between each fold of her lips like a feral animal. I pause to gently kiss the inside of each of her thighs repeatedly before resuming at her slit and opening. Sensitive after her orgasm, she forces my head away, much to my chagrin. I need it…I need her.

Once she hops off the bed I can see my own excitement for the first time since she put on the blindfold. Forcefully pressing against the cage was to be expected but what was not expected was the pool of my own cum that my cage and balls were sitting in. I was so entranced with her orgasm that I had cum without even knowing.

She hopped in the shower leaving me to release the rest of my limbs and cock. I searched for a key to the cage but couldn’t find where she left it. She got out and dressed rather quickly, already running late for work. Before I could ask for the key, she approached and gently opened my hand, giving me her panties from this morning. What an amazing gift during my work from home day.

Lost in her beauty, she left before I got the key. I got a text shortly after with an image of the key around her neck and the message “Same time tomorrow?”

Stuck in the cage with her panties in my hand, I watch as her vehicle pulls out of the garage and we both head to work.

Is that too much to ask?

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The late-morning sun bathed the sidewalk café in golden light, but Jason barely noticed. The world around him was a blur of sounds and movement—chatter from nearby tables, the faint clang of cutlery against porcelain. But none of it mattered. Not when the only thing he could focus on was the relentless, agonizing pressure of the chastity cage locked around his cock and balls.

The steel was tight, unyielding, an ever-present reminder of his helplessness. Even the smallest movement sent a maddening pulse through him, each shift of his hips pressing his swollen, aching cock harder against the confining steel. The cage allowed no room for arousal, no space for relief, just constant frustration. His cock throbbed uselessly, swelling against its prison with nowhere to go, the sensation driving him to the edge of madness.

And Isabel and Lana knew it.

They sat across from him, glowing with satisfaction, their energy slow and indulgent. Isabel exuded effortless dominance in a pale green sundress that hugged her curves, thin straps leaving her smooth shoulders bare. Her long, dark hair cascaded over one shoulder, a few loose strands brushing against her collarbone—right where his key rested, dangling from the delicate silver chain around her neck.

Lana was just as devastating in a loose white blouse, the fabric teasing glimpses of the lace bra underneath, her short black skirt riding up ever so slightly as she crossed her legs. She swirled the last of her mimosa in her glass, a knowing smirk playing at her lips.

Jason forced himself to keep still, gripping his coffee cup tightly, desperate to avoid shifting in his seat. But his eyes betrayed him, drawn helplessly to the key nestled between Isabel’s breasts.

The key to his freedom.

His stomach clenched, another wave of arousal rolling through him, completely futile. His cock strained inside its unforgiving cage, the steel refusing to yield even a fraction of an inch. He clenched his jaw, fighting the instinct to adjust himself, knowing that any movement would only make things worse.

Isabel must have noticed his stare, because a soft, knowing laugh escaped her lips.

“Oh?” she murmured, tilting her head just slightly, amusement flickering in her eyes. “Something on your mind, Jason?”

Jason swallowed hard, forcing his gaze away. “N-Nothing.”

Lana smirked, setting her glass down with a quiet clink. “Mmm. I highly doubt that.”

Jason’s grip tightened around his cup, but it was useless. Isabel reached up, her fingers ghosting over the chain around her neck, idly toying with the key. The motion was slow, deliberate—designed to pull his attention right back.

She let the key dangle between her fingers, shifting just enough to make sure he saw.

His whole body tensed.

“I was just thinking,” Isabel continued, voice honey-sweet, “about how secure you looked last night.”

Jason exhaled sharply, every muscle in his body wound tight.

Isabel twirled the key as if it was nothing, as if it wasn’t controlling his entire existence. “All locked up so tight for us.”

Lana giggled, biting her lip. “You were so obedient, too.” She leaned forward slightly, lowering her voice just enough to send a slow, shuddering chill down his spine. “So desperate.”

Jason groaned under his breath, shifting just a little—big mistake. The pressure against his caged cock sent a sharp, punishing jolt through him, frustration spiking so intensely he had to grip the table just to keep himself from squirming. The steel held him so cruelly, pressing tight, refusing to let even a hint of pleasure escape.

Isabel noticed immediately.

“Aww,” she cooed, reaching across the table to brush her fingers lightly over the back of his hand. “Poor thing. Are you uncomfortable, Jason?”

Jason’s breath hitched. “I—”

“Oh, sweetheart,” she interrupted smoothly, her grin wicked. “You love this.”

Lana let out a delighted laugh, stretching lazily. “You should love it,” she mused. “After all, it’s for your own good. Boys like you need a little…” She tapped her chin, pretending to search for the right word. “Discipline.”

Jason swallowed, his body trembling with pent-up frustration.

And then—just as he was trying to compose himself—he felt it.

A soft, deliberate touch at his ankle.

His breath caught, but the contact was fleeting—just a whisper of something warm against his skin. Then, before he could process it, another touch, higher this time, smooth and teasing.

Lana smirked, her foot brushing up his shin, the slow, maddening glide of bare skin against his. Jason inhaled sharply, his cock throbbing helplessly in its cage, every touch making the tightness feel so much worse.

Then another—Isabel this time, her foot sliding up his other leg, just as teasing, just as casual, as if they weren’t doing anything at all.

Jason clenched his jaw, gripping the table to keep himself from moving. The cage was so tight, the pressure unbearable, the ache never-ending.

Lana grinned, letting her toes trace small circles against his calf. “Oh, Jason,” she sighed dramatically, “you’re not thinking about this little thing, are you?”

She nodded toward the key resting against Isabel’s skin.

Isabel smiled, toying with it between her fingers. “I bet he is.”

Jason exhaled shakily, his pulse hammering.

Isabel leaned in, lowering her voice just enough to make him shiver. “Tell me, Jason,” she whispered. “Do you still consent to this?”

Jason’s breath hitched.

“We own your pleasure,” Isabel murmured, fingers idly stroking the key. “You don’t get to touch yourself without our permission. You don’t get to come unless we allow it.”

Lana smirked. “And right now, we love watching you suffer.”

Jason’s heart pounded, his body screaming for relief, but he knew—he knew—he wanted this.

“Yes,” he whispered.

Isabel arched a brow. “Yes what?”

Jason swallowed hard, his face burning. “Yes, I still consent.”

Lana hummed approvingly. “Good boy.”

Jason’s cage felt even tighter, his arousal surging uselessly against the steel.

And then—just to play with him further—Isabel turned to Lana, her fingers trailing up her arm before cupping her cheek.

And then she kissed her.

Soft at first—just a teasing brush of lips—but then deeper, slower, full of something unspoken. Their lips moved together like they belonged there, like Jason wasn’t even sitting between them, aching, throbbing, desperate.

His cock pulsed helplessly in its cage, the frustration unbearable.

When they finally pulled apart, Isabel’s lips were slightly swollen, and Lana was grinning lazily.

“Mmm,” Lana murmured. “That was nice.”

Isabel sighed, twirling the key again. “I love seeing you like this,” she purred. “So needy. So helpless.”

Lana giggled. “So ours.”

Jason swallowed, his whole body trembling.

The key gleamed in the sunlight, taunting him.

They weren’t done with him.

And judging by the wicked amusement in their eyes, they had no intention of being merciful anytime soon.

Jason lay on his back in Lana’s bed, staring at the ceiling, his body warm beneath the soft sheets, but his mind was anything but calm. The steel cage locked around his cock was an ever-present torment, pressing against him with a dull, unrelenting ache. Every tiny movement, every shift in position sent another sharp pulse of frustration through him—a constant reminder of just how helpless he was. He had been locked up for them, denied for their amusement, and yet, despite the maddening ache, despite the desperation clawing at his every thought, there was nowhere else he would rather be.

Lana was curled up beside him, her soft, bare legs tangled with his, her warmth seeping into him as she rested lazily against his chest. One arm draped over him, fingers tracing slow, absentminded patterns across his stomach. The touch was light, barely there, but enough to keep his senses on edge. He swallowed hard, forcing himself to stay still, but it was impossible to ignore her or the delicate, deliberate path her fingers were taking.

Then, with no warning, they drifted lower.

Jason inhaled sharply, his body tensing as her fingertips ghosted over the steel keeping him locked away. A slow hum of amusement vibrated against his skin as Lana pressed just a little more firmly, her fingers following the unforgiving shape of the cage.

“You’re still so hard,” she murmured, her voice thick with sleep but undeniably smug.

Jason clenched his jaw, exhaling slowly through his nose. “You know I am.”

Lana giggled softly, shifting beside him, her body pressing closer as her touch became more deliberate. She cupped him fully through the cage, palming him with infuriating slowness, as if she were admiring her work. “Mmm,” she sighed, her tone dripping with satisfaction. “I love how desperate you are. How much you want it.”

Jason groaned under his breath, gripping the sheets beneath him. He did want it—God, he needed it—but there was nothing he could do. No way to chase the sensation, no way to relieve the unbearable tension building inside him. His cock throbbed uselessly against the steel, the cage unyielding, holding him exactly where they wanted him.

Lana let her fingers linger, rubbing slow, teasing circles against the steel. “You’d be touching yourself right now if you could, wouldn’t you?” she whispered, her breath warm against his neck. She didn’t wait for his answer. “But you can’t.”

Jason groaned again, a shudder rolling through his body as she squeezed just enough to send another wave of frustration through him.

She laughed, soft and cruel. “Oh, sweetheart. You’re completely at our mercy.”

Jason swallowed hard, his heart pounding, his cock straining painfully against its confines. The tightness was unbearable, the need overwhelming, but Lana just sighed contentedly, completely unaffected by his torment.

“Shh, baby,” she whispered, as if she weren’t making it so much worse. “Go to sleep.”

Jason let out a slow, shaky breath, his body burning with frustration, his mind spinning with thoughts of what they had planned for him next. He knew Lana had already drifted off, her breathing deep and peaceful, completely at ease. Meanwhile, he lay there, aching, helpless, locked up and left to suffer in silence.

And yet, despite it all, despite the unbearable need clawing at him, Jason wouldn’t have changed a thing.

The next morning, Lana strode into work with a sense of satisfaction lingering beneath the surface, a subtle energy that carried her through the day. The memory of last night still clung to her, the intoxicating knowledge that Jason had fallen asleep desperate and wanting, still aching for a release that wouldn’t come unless she decided he had earned it. The way he had groaned beneath his breath when she ran her fingers over his cage, the way he had twitched but hadn’t dared to move—she loved it all.

And now, today, things were about to get even better.

She had been waiting for this promotion for months, putting in the extra hours, taking on the extra work, proving herself in ways that went beyond what was required. She had known it was coming, had felt it in the way her supervisors had started treating her, in the way her colleagues had begun to look at her with something bordering on envy. And now, as she sat at her desk and refreshed her inbox, the official email was finally there.

Her heart skipped as she opened it, scanning the words she had been waiting for. Effective immediately, she was being promoted to a new floor. A higher salary, a whole new level of responsibility and a new boss. It was exactly what she had wanted, exactly what she had been working for.

But when she stepped off the elevator onto the executive floor, a strange feeling settled in her stomach.

Everything here was sleek, modern, and pristine, with large glass windows offering an impressive view of the city skyline. The air felt different, filled with an unspoken sense of authority and control, and for the first time, Lana felt the weight of the change. This wasn’t just a promotion—this was an entirely new playing field.

She made her way down the hall, heels clicking against the polished floor as she searched for her new office. When she finally reached the door, she paused, her fingers hovering over the handle. But before she could push it open, her eyes caught something just a few steps away.

A larger office.

A glass nameplate beside the door.

ISABEL REYES

Lana froze, her breath catching in her throat as the realization hit her all at once.

Isabel.

Her friend. Her partner-in-crime. The woman who had spent last night with her, teasing Jason, locking him up, making him theirs. The woman who had toyed with him like it was second nature, who had worn his key around her neck like it was nothing more than an accessory.

And now, Isabel was her boss.

Lana let out a slow breath, her grip tightening on the strap of her purse as she forced herself to keep her expression neutral.

She had worked hard for this promotion, and she wasn’t about to let something as complicated as this shake her.

As Lana stepped into the office for the first time, she couldn’t shake the warm, pulsing heat blooming in her chest. The thought of working under Isabel sent a delicious thrill curling beneath her skin, igniting a sense of anticipation that clung to her like a second skin.

This was going to be very interesting.

She adjusted the soft pink blazer Isabel had chosen for her, fingers smoothing over the fabric as it settled against her hips. Each detail of her outfit was an intentional contrast: the silky blouse tucked into her pencil skirt, the glossy pink heels, all carefully chosen to set her apart from the woman waiting for her. But Lana knew—Isabel knew.

Her heart raced with every step toward Isabel’s office, and that thrilling burn deep in her stomach only intensified.

As soon as she stepped inside, Isabel’s voice sliced through the air—smooth, commanding.

“Lana, be a doll and fetch my coffee.”

Lana turned, swallowing hard as her gaze landed on her boss. Isabel was a vision. She stood effortlessly leaning against her sleek black desk, one leg crossed over the other, the latex of her tight black dress catching the light with every subtle shift of her body. The high neckline tried to say one thing—elegant, restrained—but the way the fabric clung to every curve said something else entirely. Sensual. Unapologetic. Her movements were mesmerizing, hypnotic. She watched Lana with dark, knowing eyes, a smirk playing on her lips.

And then Lana saw it—a glint of steel at the base of Isabel’s throat. A necklace, simple in design, but with a key dangling from it. The key caught the light, swaying slightly as Isabel moved, and something clicked in Lana’s mind. Her stomach flipped as realization struck her. That was the key to Jason’s chastity cage.

Lana’s breath caught in her throat, the sudden, sharp awareness sending a rush of heat to her cheeks. She could hardly focus on anything else but that key, that connection. The way it hung between them, a secret shared, an unspoken bond that made her pulse quicken.

“Unless... you’re too distracted?” Isabel’s voice broke through her racing thoughts, her head tilting with a knowing smirk. She saw the change in Lana’s expression, the subtle flicker of recognition. It was like Isabel could sense every shift in Lana’s body, every fleeting thought.

Lana’s breath caught again, this time for an entirely different reason. No, she forced herself to think, focus. “No,” she said quickly, straightening. “I’ll get it right away.”

Her heels clicked against the floor as she hurried toward the break room, struggling to calm the fluttering nerves inside her. She could barely focus as she made the coffee, hands trembling slightly. Why is this affecting me so much?

By the time she returned, Isabel was already seated, her posture elegant as she casually crossed one leg over the other. Lana carefully set the coffee on the desk, trying to steady herself.

“Your coffee.”

Isabel’s fingers brushed against hers as she took the cup, the touch lingering just a second too long, sending a jolt of heat straight to Lana’s core. The key around Isabel’s neck seemed to pulse with the weight of their silent exchange, and Lana’s heart skipped a beat.

“Good girl,” Isabel purred, her voice dropping a fraction of a tone, savoring the words like she was testing the air between them.

Lana’s pulse quickened, her stomach tightening in response.

She was about to turn away, needing space, when Isabel’s voice stopped her in her tracks.

“I have a list of things for you to handle today,” Isabel said, sipping her coffee slowly, eyes never leaving Lana’s. The key moved gently with the motion, and Lana couldn’t tear her eyes away from it. “Documents for legal. A package downstairs. And my dry cleaning should be ready by noon—bring it to me personally.”

Lana’s heart raced again, her hands slightly shaking, but she couldn’t bring herself to break the lingering connection. “Understood,” she whispered, unable to tear her gaze away from Isabel’s piercing stare, still haunted by the glint of the key hanging between them.

Lana's fingers trembled ever so slightly as she gripped the edge of her notepad, her pulse throbbing in her ears with each breath she took. The words spilled out, crisp and controlled, yet there was a tremor beneath the surface.

"Understood," she whispered, her voice low, a fragile calm.

Isabel's lips curled into a knowing smile. She leaned back in her chair, stretching in a way that was entirely deliberate, her movements slow, every inch of her body an invitation. The latex of her outfit clung to her figure in a way that made Lana’s heart skip. "I like you in pink," Isabel purred, her gaze crawling over Lana’s body like a delicate caress. "It suits you. Soft. Sweet." Her voice dropped, dripping with allure. "Submissive."

Lana’s breath hitched, the words sinking into her like a secret desire she didn’t know how to control.

Her grip tightened on the notepad, fighting to keep steady, but Isabel’s presence—her power—was undeniable.

"I’m just wearing what was requested," Lana murmured, her voice betraying a flicker of weakness.

Isabel’s smirk grew, more confident, more dangerous. "Good girl," she murmured, soft, almost coaxing, like she was savoring Lana's vulnerability, testing how much she could make her tremble.

A shiver ran down Lana’s spine. She was losing herself in this.

Needing distance, she turned quickly and retreated to her desk just outside Isabel's office, her breaths shallow.

Lana pulled up Isabel’s schedule for the day, trying to focus on the mundane details: meetings, strategy calls, the business lunch. But her skin was still on fire, her thoughts clouded by Isabel's every word, every look that had stripped away her composure.

Then, her eyes caught something that made her freeze.

7:00 PM – Bonding with new secretary and guest.

Lana blinked, reading it again, and then a third time. Bonding? The word echoed in her mind, but something told her she was about to discover more than she bargained for.

Her phone buzzed, snapping her out of her trance. It was a message from Jason.

"I got a message from Isabel. She wants us to meet her at 7 PM at a place near the edge of town."

Lana noticed it was the place she has in her calendar."

Lana’s heart skipped. She looked down at the screen, a mix of confusion and curiosity swirling inside her. What exactly was Isabel planning tonight?

Lana’s fingers trembled as she closed the last of her notebooks, the sharp click of heels against the floor snapping her out of her reverie. She looked up, breath catching in her throat as Isabel approached, moving with deliberate confidence. The latex of her dress clung to her form, catching the light and making every curve seem impossibly perfect. Isabel's presence was a force unto itself, drawing Lana’s gaze despite her best efforts to look away.

When their eyes met, the air between them thickened. Isabel stopped in front of her desk, leaning slightly, her lips curling into a knowing smirk. Lana’s breath hitched at the proximity, the subtle yet unmistakable scent of her perfume invading her senses.

“It’s time to go,” Isabel said smoothly, her voice low and commanding.

Lana blinked, her pulse quickening. “Go?”

Isabel’s smirk deepened, a mixture of amusement and something darker. “Our seven o’clock,” she murmured, her eyes locking onto Lana’s with a knowing intensity. “You saw it, didn’t you?”

Lana’s heart skipped. Of course, she had seen it—the words still burned in her mind. 7:00 PM – Bonding with new secretary and guest. But now, standing before Isabel, the implication of those words seemed far more significant, far more intimate, than she had anticipated.

“Where are we going?” Lana asked, her voice softer than she intended.

Isabel tilted her head slightly, her gaze unreadable, as if she were studying Lana for something beyond words. “Come find out,” she said, her tone laced with an authority that left no room for argument.

Lana hesitated for only a second before Isabel straightened, her posture unyielding, a silent command that Lana couldn’t resist.

“Now, Lana,” Isabel added firmly.

The simple command sent a shiver through Lana’s spine. Without another word, Lana grabbed her bag, her heart pounding as she stood, following Isabel toward the elevator.

Inside the elevator, the silence was almost suffocating. Isabel stood close, too close, and the tension in the air thickened with each passing second. Lana could feel Isabel’s presence pressing in on her, too powerful to ignore. Her breath caught in her throat, fingers gripping the strap of her bag as she tried to steady her thoughts.

“Where are we going?” Lana asked again, her voice barely above a whisper.

Isabel turned to her, her lips curling into a faint smile, eyes gleaming with a quiet certainty. “You already know,” she said simply.

The words were a quiet revelation, and the memories came rushing back in waves. Jason. Vulnerable. Bound. At their mercy.

Tonight, that memory would become a reality once again. And this time, Lana would be more than just a passive observer.

The cool evening air brushed against Lana’s skin as she stepped out of the office building, following Isabel toward the sleek black car idling at the curb. Her mind was still racing, replaying the events of the day, but her heart beat quicker at the thought of what was to come. The tension in her body was palpable, her steps in sync with Isabel’s confident stride. They were about to meet Jason.

Lana caught sight of him standing near the entrance of the building, waiting. His posture was casual, but the look in his eyes spoke volumes—an unmistakable mix of anticipation and something deeper. Something vulnerable.

Isabel glanced at Lana, her gaze lingering for just a moment longer than necessary. “Are you ready?” she asked, her voice smooth and deliberate.

Lana didn’t answer immediately. Her breath caught as she met Jason’s eyes, feeling something stir inside her. She had always known this moment might come, but now that it was here, she wasn’t sure if she was ready—or if she could ever be. But Isabel’s gaze, firm and commanding, pushed her forward.

“Let’s go,” Isabel said, her tone leaving no room for doubt.

Jason, quiet and expectant, joined them as they made their way into the building. Lana’s heart thudded louder with each passing minute, the reality of the situation settling in. Tonight, everything would change.

Isabel led the way toward a nondescript building on the edge of town, a place Lana had never seen before. The heavy door swung open with a creak, and Lana stepped inside, feeling a chill crawl down her spine as the stark silence of the underground corridor surrounded them. It was a space completely removed from the world she knew, and yet it felt oddly familiar.

Isabel’s heels clicked sharply on the stone floor, the rhythmic sound echoing in the quiet. Lana followed, every step bringing them closer to something she wasn’t sure she was ready for. A flicker of doubt crossed her mind, but the pull of Isabel’s confidence kept her moving forward.

At the end of the corridor, a heavy door stood before them. Isabel reached for the handle, twisting it with an effortless precision. The lock clicked, and the door opened with a slow groan. The moment it did, Lana’s breath hitched in her throat.

The room before her was unlike anything she had imagined. Leather, steel, and an array of BDSM furniture filled the space—sturdy tables, chairs with straps, ropes hanging from hooks in the ceiling. The scent of leather and a faint undertone of incense filled the air, an intoxicating mix that sent a shiver through Lana’s body. It was a world she had read about, heard whispers of, but never truly understood until now.

Jason was hers tonight. But so much more than that—he was about to become hers in a way he never had been before.

Isabel turned to Lana, her smirk both knowing and encouraging. "This is your new submissive, Lana," she said, her voice smooth as velvet, laced with authority. “Jason, meet your new domme.”

Lana’s heart skipped. Domme? The word echoed in her mind, and suddenly everything clicked into place. This was about teaching—about owning the power that Isabel had shown her and wielding it for herself.

Jason stood before her, the mixture of expectation and surrender written clearly on his face. He was ready to follow her lead, but that responsibility, that weight, pressed heavily on her. The moment Isabel had brought her here, the moment she had crossed this threshold, she had been handed more than she could have ever imagined. More power. More control.

Isabel stepped closer, her voice cutting through Lana’s thoughts. “It’s time for you to train him, Lana,” she said softly, her tone never leaving room for question. “Show him what it means to surrender. Teach him to obey.”

Lana’s pulse quickened at Isabel’s words. The weight of the task felt overwhelming at first, but something deeper within her stirred. The power she held in this moment wasn’t just about control; it was about mastery. Mastering Jason. Mastering herself.

She turned to look at Jason again, his eyes unwavering as they locked with hers. There was no turning back now. The roles were set, the contract unspoken but clear. Lana was in charge. And tonight, she would begin to shape Jason into the submissive she would train, with Isabel as her guide.

The room seemed to close in around them, the weight of the toys, the furniture, the ropes hanging from the ceiling—everything in this space, it all reminded Lana of her purpose. The air was thick with expectation.

Lana took a deep breath, stepping forward toward Jason. As she closed the distance between them, her heart pounded harder in her chest, but there was a growing sense of certainty within her. This was what she had been waiting for.

Jason stood still, his body tensing as she reached him. Her gaze softened for just a moment before she reached out, placing her hand on his chest. The connection was instant, the power dynamic shifting with every beat of her heart.

“This is your new reality,” Lana said softly, her voice low but firm. “You will learn to surrender, Jason. And you will learn under my hand.”

A shiver ran down his spine at the words, but it was clear—he was ready. And so was she.

Tonight, everything changed. Lana would teach him to surrender. And in the process, she would learn the true meaning of control.

She came into the house at noon the next day, and immediately the naughty, playful energy was in the room. Anthea is so sexy in that light summery outfit; the strapless purple T-shirt exposes her shoulders, while the sky-blue polka dot shorts bring out her legs. Blue-green flat sandals softly tapped the floor as she confidently went in.

"Well, it is so hot today; I think it's about time I witness one of your special skills, my boy. Let's get you into action as my little cooling fan right from one of your various fantasies." She chuckles, rather amused by how such tasks excite and humiliate me in equal measure. "You're going to fan me the way you love to imagine, aren't you?"

The thought of that, my heart throbs with thrill and embarrassment running in my blood. I know it is humiliating; yet the thrill never escapes me.

"Yes, Lady, I will do my best. I am so grateful!

She playfully pats my cheek before stepping toward the bedroom, her hips swaying with each step. I grab the long plastic pole with the big fan at its far end and goes to follow her into the room.

She lies on the bed, fully stretched in an idle manner. She has slipped on a highly revealing set of light purple silk lingerie, soft and smooth fabric clinging to her skin, barely concealing her exquisite curves. Her legs are bare, her chest open, and the hair falls loosely around the pillows. The sight of her hurts my cock as always, that is confined within this tight metal cage so steadfastly the source of frustration.

Anthea smiled wryly at me, her eyes alight with mischief. "Like what you see, fan-boy?" she taunted, the tone of her voice alone oozing mock. "Too bad that cage prohibits any sort of satisfaction."

She likes knowing what effect she has on me. The image of her in those lingerie in addition to the teasing is what keeps me nuts. But I am here to serve, so I stand at the foot of the bed, grasping onto the pole to which the fan is attached, ready to cool her off.

"Now listen. I want you to stand there at the footboard and fan me with a smooth tempo. Not too fast, not too slow. Just enough to keep me cool without mussing my hair. You hear?"

Nodding vigorously, I fall to my station at the foot of the bed, hands wrapping firmly onto the pole. I angle it on, holding fast in a futile effort at just making a soft, cooling breeze across her skin.

Anthea erupts into loud, hilarious laughter.

"Look at you, fanning yourself like it is some sort of mission in life. So willing to please me, aren't you, fan-boy?"

The words fall from her lips with a keen edge of mockery, yet I cannot help the thrill running through me. I am doing her bidding at every turn, humiliating myself in the most abject manner possible, and her pleasure taken in this serving only to inflame me further. My cock throbs in painful constriction, pulsating with every surreptitious glance I make at her body.

"Remember, boy, this is your sick fetish, not mine. You're the one who chose to live like this-serving me, cooling me down like some servant from a century past." She is giggling real hard now; she thought it was quite amusing. "Doesn't this remind you of those stories of white masters in Africa, with their slaves fanning them in the sweltering heat? Is that what stirs you, boy? Being my dutiful little fan-slave? Hi-hi!"

I feel a deep flush spread across my cheeks while fire lights inside me, humiliation burning in my belly. Her words are hard to take while sending shivers of arousal racing down my veins. I try to focus my attention on the fanning, but my gaze inevitably roams over her exposed body.

Of course, Anthea feels my stare.

"Keep your eyes on the fan, boy. You're here to cool me down, not drool over me." She laughs hugely, enjoying the futility of my existence at her mercy. "Though I understand you can't help it. Poor thing, all locked up, desperate and frustrated."

And she stretches further, lasciviously heaving her body on the bed while crossing and uncrossing her legs in languorous ease, enjoying refreshing breeze.

"You think this is beneath you somehow, boy? Fanning me in this fashion? Or does this excite you, do you know how pathetic you look, standing there with that fan, while I lay here looking so. irresistible?"

I swallow hard, fighting to compose myself. I wrap my hands around the pole a little tighter and continue to fan her with more flourishes, as my cock involuntarily throbs inside its restraint.

"I... I'm honored to serve you, Lady".

Anthea laughs triumphant in the moment.

"Oh, Indeed you are. You've become my little servant, haven't you? Just a tool for my comfort and enjoyment." She stretches her legs again, idly lifting one foot in my direction. "Perhaps you should be grateful for the privilege of being in my presence, much less for having the honor of fanning me."

My heart leaps with excitement, but I bend low, lowering the fan momentarily as I lean forward to kiss her foot in gratitude.

"Thank you, Lady. Grateful for the opportunity to be of service."

Anthea smiles, contented, "Good boy. Now continue to fan me. I want to feel nice and cool before I venture out again tonight."

I rise to my feet, breathe deeply, and go about whatever is next. Anthea leans back into the bed half-lidded, very much warming up to the cooling sensation, in complete control of her scenario. I am achingly aware that every stroke from the fan, every glance at her body further sends me deeper and deeper into my condition as an obedient, desperate fan-boy for her.

The heat becomes more and more intolerable as the sun rises to midday. Indoors, it is as if the air were just about equally weighted between Anthea and me. The only sound in the room is the low humming of the fan that I am moving up and down while Anthea's playfully mock comments continue to hit me in waves. I am standing by her bed, holding the long pole of the fan and switching it from one hand to another, for my arms ache from such effort, while the sweat drips off my face and chest. Before me, lying on, lies Anthea in her see-through purple silk underwear; the light fabric barely constraining her curves.

Anthea says playfully, with a teasing smile.

"Look at you, boy. All sweaty and sore, just for me. Does it make you horny?" She chuckles low. "Knowing you're standing there, exhausted, your muscles aching, and all for my comfort?"

I'm both mortified by her teasing and aroused by the humiliation of it. Every part of me is attuned to her comfort, to knowing she will stay cool while I suffer under the strain.

"Yes, Lady. Your comfort is the utmost importance."

Anthea shifts on the bed slightly, her smile widening as she lazily lays one arm over her head, the action causing the fabric of her bra to stretch tighter over her chest.

"Good boy. My comfort is always one of your top priorities, isn't it? You'll get used to it soon enough-fanning me, serving me, exhausting yourself for me while I lie here without a care in the world."

Her words strike me in shame, arousing at the same time. I keep moving the fan according to her dictations. The heat inside was apparently very unbearable, but the fire inside me because of arousal is much worse as I look in her direction.

"Like feeling sweaty from head to toe, boy? It feels even more pathetic, right, knowing you're the only one suffering while I feel this cool breeze?" She says mockingly, very pleased with your torment. "Get back to work. I am nowhere near done with you yet."

I gulp hard, as the arms ache with the burning muscles, but I go on and fan her. I feel the strain thus inflicted on me, but she, lying so comfortably in the bed, is worth it all. It is a pleasing factor to me as well as making her comfortable, even if I had to suffer through it.

"Already tired, fan-boy? Move that fan faster and cool me down; can't you feel it has gotten hot and now unbearably hot? You don't want me to sweat and feel bad, do you?"

She stretches her left leg: her toes raise my chastity belt and drop it. And then she repeats all that teasingly over and over again, smiling, while she watches my wedged penis against the metal bars of the cage, its skin sticking out between them from my horniness. With increased energy I shake the fan faster sending waves of cool air all over her body. Anthea giggles and says mockingly.

"I think I found your button to work faster. All I need is to touch your cage with my feet. How easily manipulated you are anyway; ha-ha!"

Despite my fatigue and sweat, I go on almost frantically rocking the fan up and down.

"I will do anything to earn these moments of blissful moments of being touched by your feet, Lady Anthea."

My words causes a new wave of laughter in Anthea.

"I imagine even you realize the ridiculousness of it all Richard boy. From your entitlement to fondle me and do whatever you want to my body, you have become a beggar for a few caresses from my feet ha-ha!"

She couldn't be more right, but I would still choose what I am now in her life, not some entitled boyfriend.

She stretches her arms up over her head, in a languid manner, after some time. Her soft body stirs under the thin veil of her lingerie, and she leans her head to one side, flashing me a sleepy smile.

"I think I am going to go nap now, boy. Keep fanning me, though. I want to stay cool when sleeping."

The thought that this may have to be continued for God knows how long depresses my heart a little, yet I nod, undaunted, and continue to do so, switching the fan from hand to hand so the ache can be distributed equally in my arms. I am sweating from head to toe, standing over the bed, discharging my duty.

Anthea's breathing has relaxed completely now that she is sleeping lightly, her light snores filling the silent room. I watch her closely, mesmerized by her beauty and the way she wields control so easily over me.Her chest rises softly and falls, and her soft moans periodically break the silence as she dreams. The vision of her naked body, the soft breasts spilling out of the purple bra, and my poor cock throbs in agony behind the bars.

My eyes catch onto her underwear, where a hint of her blonde pubic hair peeks out from the fabric. A view only adding to my torment as my cock hardens more in that tight cage. She stirs in her sleep, rolling onto her side, with a stretch of her body in a new pose. The string panties ride up slightly to expose the nestling strap between her buttocks pressed into her by the thin fabric. I'm fixed on the vision; my arousal grows. I try to concentrate my attention on the fan, on keeping her cool, but my eyes keep drifting down to that strap between her cheeks, the way it accentuates her perfectly shaped body. The longer I stare at her, the more my arousal grows, yet the cage around my cock only tightens further, causing me more frustration.

'She's so perfect. So beautiful. I'm nothing compared to her.'

The longer I fan her, the more sweat pours from my body, and yet I just cannot take my eyes off Anthea. She continues to softly moan in her sleep, and each sound seems like a tease-as if even in her sleep she knows how much she's tormenting me. I mean, seriously, utterly smitten by the beauty, dominance, and sheer power she holds over me.

Finally, as though after an age of quiet waiting, Anthea stirs fitfully, her eyes flashing open for an instant.

The fan hums softly in the background as Anthea stretches luxuriously on the bed, smiling down at me as sweat drips from my brow. Her blue eyes are gleaming with amusement, her laughter sweet yet commanding.

"Still fanning me boy? All sweaty, worn out, and oh so desperate. Oh how sweet of you! I really appreciate you kept me cool and I enjoyed a deep sleep." She raises her eyebrows teasingly. "You've done a good job cooling me down. You deserve a reward, boy."

She stretches out her legs and wiggles her toes, as if she was offering me her feet like some sort of precious gift.

"You may kiss and lick my feet for. 7 minutes. Exactly 7." She beams, pleased with the power that resides in her hands. "Now, get it."

I fall to my knees immediately and lower my head, starting reverently at the tip of her big toe, planting light, slow, dainty kisses along the pad of each toe, and truly enjoy the clean, smooth skin of her under my lips. Every kiss is precise and an act of devotion and adoration.

I lean and kiss each toe, my tongue darting out with each one to outline the edge of her toenails, then slides between her toes. She watches me, her eye keen, sharp, and approving, as I attend to her toes. I lower my head to her arch, pressing my lips against the curve of her sole and moving in a circular motion.

My tongue starts at the heel and licks upward along the sensitive skin, tickling the sole as I enjoy the salty flavor of her sweat. I reach the ball of her foot. Leave my tongue there hard against the flesh and give it a good, solid, broad lick. Anthea hums, liking my servitude.

Now, working my way back down to her toes, I delicately cup each one in the space between your lips, drawing them into your mouth one at a time, lightly sucking and then licking between them. I was aware of every subtlety-the texture of her skin, the softness of her foot, the heat emanating from her body.

Anthea's phone rings as I am licking her feet. She answers offhandedly, without even turning her head from my discomfited act of devotion. She rolls her head back to lean on the pillow, and then she crosses, her voice so bright.

"Hey, girl, how are you?" She listens, pausing. "Oh, you're going out tonight? Where to?" She smiles, clearly enjoying what she's hearing.

Anthea stoops, looking down at me-her foot still in my mouth-considering the invitation a moment.

"At that new club downtown? Hmm... That sounds like fun! Yeah, I'll be there." She chuckles lightly, in a playful tone. "I need a night out with my good friends."

I resumed licking and worshipping her feet as she continued to chat away, fully integrated into the conversation while I continued focused on my job.

Anthea talking over the phone: "Oh, don't you worry, I shall be free by then. I'm just enjoying some. personal time at the moment." A smirk on her face evidences how much she is enjoying the double meaning of her words.

"Definitely darling. See you there!" She hangs up and shifts back to me, face softening. She stretches languidly on the bed, eyes agleam as she looks down at me still dutifully worshipping her feet.

"Hmm. you do such a good job with my feet, boy." Then out of nowhere she lets this soft giggle out. "You know what? You made me all wet hihi!" Teasingly, a smile was dancing on her lips. "Looks like I need you to take care of it, slave."

Her words hang in the air, taunting, while she teases me full well, knowing exactly how those words make me feel. The shift on the bed is minimal, her legs parting just enough to hint at her arousal.

"But first." She brushes the top of her foot against my cheek. "Finish my feet. You've got two minutes left. Make them count."

I feverishly lick her feet, imagining what will be happening next. Anthea sits on the edge of bed and holds a smooth black silk blindfold in her hands, teasing it between her fingers.

"You've been such an eager boy, haven't you?"

Her voice is low, sultry even, oozing command as she bends down a little, wrapping the blindfold around my head. And as the soft fabric covers my eyes, my world goes dark. Immediately, my senses heighten, and all concentration shifts to the sensation of her presence: the heat of her body, the smell of her skin.

"Now, listen up." Her voice is close-a whisper in my ear that runs a shiver down my spine. "You will do exactly as I say. Your tongue will please me and nothing else matters. You'll know when I'm satisfied."

I feel the weight of the bed shift as she reclines back, her legs parting slightly, pulling me between them. With the blindfold in place, I am completely at her mercy, my mouth the only tool of her satisfaction.

"Start at my thighs and move slowly."

I do so immediately, my lips trailing light, reverent kisses up along her inner thigh. I inhale deep of the amazing scent of her juices, my tongue flicking out to taste the softness of skin. Every kiss is precise, measured, as I begin working my way up toward the source of her heat.

"Slower. Don't rush." Her voice is breathy, a soft hum of control.

With every kiss, every lick I plant into her skin, it reacts to the tension building beneath my lips as she tightens up just a little. A soft gasp escapes her, and I know I am going in the right direction. I feel her hand in my hair, pressing me down slightly.

"Now... lick me there." She murmurs through her moans...

Immediately recognizable, without hesitation, my tongue presses deeper, stroking her slippery folds. Immediately, her arousal flavors my mouth as I press my tongue flat, stroking her with the full deliberate strokes she hungers for.

"Yes. yes, just like that."

I lower and begin to lick her, smooth and measured. Her body responds with hips slightly raised off the bed, meeting my tongue, as a deep moan escapes her lips.

"Mmm.yes, good boy. Keep going." Sultry, the tone, and I could tell already that her control was wavering slightly. "Faster now. Don't stop."

I quickly increase the pace-my tongue slapping against her clitoris. The wet sounds of my labor grow louder in the room. Her moans grow louder, more shallow, her breathing becoming erratic. I feel her legs stiffening, right down to her toes, her body pleading with me to keep going.

"Ahh. right there! Don't stop!" Her voice now a little higher, more desperate, the words ooze delight.

I feel my frustration mount as the heat from her body and the taste of her on my tongue tightens the chastity device further, my arousal near unbearable. There is no relief for me-my attention must be for her, for the way her moans grow louder, her hips grinding against my mouth as she nears the edge.

The sheets wring beneath Anthea's grasping hands now, her breathing coming in short, ragged gasps, as I push her closer and closer to orgasm. She's no longer speaking in coherent sentences, just moaning, panting, her body writhing beneath me.

"Oh god. yes. yes. don't stop, boy!" Her voice is sharp, commanding, filled with need.

I press harder with my tongue, faster and harder, my motions wild but contained as I continue to follow every order she gives me. I feel her body tensing up further and further, the signs that her orgasm is very near undeniable.

Her entire body arcs and her thighs clamp down tight around my head as she lets out a loud, guttural moan.

"YES. YES. YES! Oh my god, don't you dare stop!" her voice high and screaming in ecstasy as the echo of her climax fills the room.

Her frame shudders wildly as her hips buck, buck, buck against my face. The waves crash over her. I keep laving, my tongue going furious as she rides the crest of her pleasure, her moans turning to breathless cries of satisfaction.

"Ohhh. fuck... fuck!" she gasps as her body finally goes limp, the last strong tremors of her orgasm finally subsiding.

I just lie there, blindfolded and panting, the taste of her climax still upon my lips. She is heaving with hard breathing, sinking back into the bed as she composes herself. Gently, she pulls the blindfold off my eyes; her face is flushed and aglow with satisfaction.

"That was perfect lover-boy." She purrs low in her throat, her voice no more than a whisper, but full of confidence. "You made me come so hard, but don't think I've forgotten about you." She gazes down at my frustrated, caged state with a wicked smile.

"You did well. but your release and erection?" She pauses her grin wide. "Hmm... I haven't made up my mind yet boy. Now go and iron the black pleated skirt for the night and do a good job!"

I rise to my feet. "Yes Lady, thank you so much for the privilege to serve you this intimates way my Owner...

She bites her laughter as I retire to set up the ironing board and iron the pleated skirt...horny, exhausted, frustrated but so genuinely happy.

I kneel at the door of the bedroom, keeping my head bowed low as I crawl to Anthea, who is lying on the bed, scrolling lazily on her phone. I inch closer until I reach her feet, I kiss her soles reverently, pressing my lips gently to the soft skin.

She doesn't say anything right away, continues to scroll, letting me grovel at her feet. She waits a moment, looks down, the amusement evident on her face when she sees me.

"What is it now, boy?" she says, smirking playfully.

"Lady," I stammer, my voice breaking with obsequiousness, "forgive me. I tried ironing your pleated skirt, and well... it was a disaster. Please will you help me?

Anthea raises one eyebrow high, and her eyes are alight with playful disdain as she says, "You can't even iron a skirt boy? she says, shaking her head. "It's not rocket science, you know, or is it that your pea brain is too small for that?

Her words catch my cheeks on fire with shame, and I bow my head further down, flattening myself against the floor. "Please, my Lady, I. I really need your help. Without your wisdom, I am nothing," I plead-my tone servile-desperate for her mercy.

She gives a small, tinkling laugh as she sits up onto the bed. "You really are helpless, aren't you?"her tone is dripping with derision. "But since I am feeling quite generous today from my orgasm, I'll help you." She pauses, smirking down at me. "Honestly, I don't know how you think you're going to serve me for a long time when you can't even do simple things.

I say nothing, appreciative of her magnanimity yet shamed by my ineptitude. She rises, tosses her brown hair back over her shoulder, and then, toward the guest room, takes her walk. I fall without a second's delay onto all fours, after her, eyes locked on the mesmerizing swing of her hips, the flash of pale purple string panties.

She turns around again and gives me an acknowledging smirk over her shoulder. "Keep up, boy. You're lucky I'm in a good mood. Otherwise, I'd make you iron every piece of clothing that I own until you got it right."

I crawl faster, feeling the weight of her expectations heavy on my shoulders.

The moment she is inside the guest room, Anthea dramatically gasps and throws her head back to laugh as she approaches the ironing board. "Oh my God, boy! What have you done? This is... this is a disaster!" she says, clutching at her sides with laughter. "You've turned my skirt into a wrinkled mess. It looks worse than before! How is that even possible?

I bow my head in shame, lower my forehead against the ground."I am really sorry, my Lady. I tried, but... I failed. Please show me the way."

She giggles, still seeming to enjoy my failure. "Look at this," she says, holding up the skirt and showing me, for my benefit, the mess of crooked pleats. "How did you manage to screw this up so badly? It's almost impressive how you can ruin something so simple." I say nothing, knowing she derives additional fun from dragging out playful scoldings like this one.

"Oh, bad and wicked pleated skirt that torments my slave and he cannot iron you."

She laughing replaces the skirt on the ironing board, her hands masters in the taking of iron. When she begins smoothing the first fold, I stand and watch, mesmerized with the ease she handles it.

"Pay attention, boy," she orders sharply yet teasingly. "I shouldn't have to do this for you each and every time. Still, you would appear to need my guidance on even the smallest matters."

I nod obediently; my eyes follow her every movement."Yes my Lady. I will learn."

"Will you?" she says, smirking, smoothing the iron over the fabric. "Or will you just go on crawling around behind me, waiting for me to fix your mistakes?" She throws a glance back at me, her tone light, yet teasing. "Perhaps I should just iron all of your tasks away, hm? I shall attend to everything and you can just sit there, like the helpless little servant that you are.

She laughs again, the obvious delight taken in this playful humiliation she's piling onto me. "Honestly, Richard, sometimes I just wonder what you would do without me. You probably would burn the house down trying to iron just one skirt."

I bow my head, wincing from her words but somehow pleased with her guidance. "I'm grateful for your guidance, Lady Anthea; without you, I am nothing."

She passes the iron to me, folds her arms over her chest, and stands watching while I attempt to iron the next pleat.

I stand fidgeting at the ironing board, holding the iron with the black pleated skirt laid neatly across the top of it. Beside me, Anthea stands cool, yet commanding. She starts telling me the right way to iron the skirt. Her voice was commanding and at the same time so patient; she briefed clearly and concisely.

"First of all, boy, you've gotta set the iron to the proper temperature. For my pleated skirt, we're using a medium heat setting. Too hot and you'll burn the fabric--or your fingers, apparently."

I set the iron to the correct temperature, she further instructs me.

"Pleats are really tricky to iron. You have to make sure each pleat is right where it should be, and then press the iron down firmly along the crease but hold it for a few seconds without moving too fast. If you go too slow, it burns, and if you go too quick, it doesn't stay in. There's no reason to hurry. Go very slowly."

I slide the iron onto the next pleat and continue to iron, all my attention focused on the task. Anthea stops me.

"You should use a pressing cloth-a piece of fabric-between the skirt and iron to protect the delicate material. Especially when you're ironing something as important as my clothes."

Immediately, I fetch a cloth and follow her instructions to the letter, ironing each fold with care.

"When you are through with each fold, make sure that what you are doing is well done. Where there would have been a few creases, redo it. I want perfect work, just like your service to me ought to be."

Nervous, my hand slips in following her instructions, and my fingers touch the hot iron. A sharp sting hits my finger, and without a second thought, the word slips out, "Fuck!"

The word hangs in the air, and for one quick-cut second, the room seems to feel a step colder, despite the heat of the iron. Anthea's head whips towards me; her eyes narrow reprovingly.

"What did you just say, slave?" she demands, voice cool, but slicing.

"I... I didn't mean-" I start to stutter, before her raised hand cuts me off.

"You will NOT use that word again. You got that? And most definitely NOT in my presence." She says it stepping closer to me as her eyes lock onto mine.

"That word is vulgar, degrading, and beneath you. You are a virgin slave, and words like that have no place in your mouth-no place in the mouth of someone who will NEVER be worthy of touching a woman like me."

I nod quickly, rising panic at my chest. "Yes, my Lady. I... I'm sorry. I won't say it again."

But the scowl does not leave her face. "Sorry won't clean that filthy mouth of yours."

She pounces on me, grabs my ear, and pulls me to the bathroom. My heart racing in my chest, she drags me over to the sink by the now-twisted ear. Wordless, she reaches for the soap, turns the faucet, and lathers it up.

"You need to learn that everything that leaves your lips, as my slave, reflects on your service, your respect, and your place. That word, 'fuck,' is forbidden to you because it is a base expression of something you will NEVER have. As my slave, discipline and humility require that you not use such crass words like some unruly, common boy.

She grasps the bar of soap then and forces it into my mouth, her fingers pushing it against my tongue until I feel the sharp, bitter tang of the lather.

"Perhaps this will remind you to think before speaking," she says, coldly. "Filthy words should never leave a servant's mouth. Especially a virgin servant."

The soap seems to burn the hell out of my tongue, and I curb the urge to spit, knowing she's watching my every move. A moment later, she pulls the bar out, washing my mouth with cold water as her grip on the back of my neck is firm and controlling.

"Swallow that taste, boy. Let it remind you who you are."

She dries her hands calmly and turns back to me, smirking. "Clearly I need to set more boundaries for you. From now on, boy, you are pussy-free. That means you will not look at a pussy--ANY pussy--without my explicit permission. Not in person, not online, not on TV. Is that clear?"

I nod, eyes lowered. "Yes, my Lady. Pussy-free, understood."

"And another thing," she says, her voice taking on an even weightier tone of authority. "From now on, you are not to raise your eyes higher than the top of a woman's knees until I tell you otherwise. You are lower than every woman that walks into this planet and your eyes are to show it."

Her words sink into me like heavy rocks, the gravity of her decrees unmistakable.

"Understand these new rules, boy?" she asks, keen-eyed while awaiting my response. "Yes, my Lady, always to be obeyed.".

She smirks, pleased by the hint of subordination in my tones. "Good. Let that be a lesson to you-you serve ME on MY terms." The tip of her finger presses under my chin, and I look into her eyes.

"Now get back to ironing, boy. If you make another mistake, we'll have a much more severe lesson."

Anthea leaves, I'm meticulously ironing her black pleated skirt, making sure each fold is perfect. I carefully take it into the living room to her where she lounges on the couch, her phone in hand.

I kneel holding up the skirt. "Lady, I've finished ironing your skirt."

Anthea is looking at the skirt, where her lips curl into a mock-cheerful smile. "Well, would you look at that! You finally managed to iron something right this time, boy. Maybe you're finally learning."

I show respect before I address the matter. "Thank you, Lady. Your support is extremely important to me."

"Mmm, don't get too comfortable. You're not done yet. Come here and brush my hair to get me ready for the club."

I kneel down behind Anthea, and I'm careful and gentle in the brushing so as not to hurt her.

As I brush, she starts talking, her tone casual.

"I'm meeting my friends at the club tonight. Nikki will be there, of course, and a few others. I think we'll have a few drinks, maybe dance a little, and just relax. It'll be a fun night out." She smirks. "Too bad you won't be there."

"I'm sure you'll have a wonderful time, Lady."

She laughs, "Oh, I will. And while I'm out, you'll stay here and finish the rest of the chores, I want to step in a spotless house next time. No sloppiness, understood?

"Yes, Lady. Everything will be done perfectly."

"Good. Now, help me get dressed."

I bring over the clothes she's chosen for the night: a simple but stylish dark blue t-shirt, the black pleated skirt I have just ironed, and gold sandals. I help her to put on the outfit and care for the skirt not to be wrinkled.

"Boy, tighten the straps on the sandals, will you? I could not stand them slipping off when I am dancing."

I kneel down and adjust the straps, my fingers moving quickly as she watches me intently.

"Perfect. Now, I'm ready. Don't forget meeting to expectations."

I bow my head, "Of course, Lady. Everything will be ready. Have a nice time in the club."

I kiss her feet good night while Anthea gives me a final glance before leaving, the click of her sandals echoing as she walks out the door.

In this club, the light is low and the tones of music fill every space.

Anthea comes in with her friends, looking gorgeous in her black pleated skirt and golden sandals. Nikki greets her with a huge grin while simultaneously clasping a drink.

Nikki says, still laughing, "Finally you come! I thought you'd never get here!"

Anthea beams at her. "Oh, you know me. Had to make sure everything at home was in order before I was able to leave.

Nikki raises one eyebrow, knowing full well what Anthea implies.

"How is he doing? Does he keep everything running smoothly, huh?"

Anthea sighs. "He's learning, but slowly. He takes much of my energy and time, I hadn't figure it out how much time his training needs. But enough about that. Let's get some drinks."

They head to the bar, where the bartender quickly fixes them cocktails. As they sip their drinks, the group moves to the dance floor, where the music is louder, the lights flashing in sync with the beat. Anthea dances with a carefree elegance, her pleated skirt twirling slightly as she moves.

Nikki is shouting over the music. "You look amazing tonight! That skirt is definitely elegant!"

Anthea laughs. "Oh, you know how it is. I make sure everything's perfect before I step out the door. He ironed it, ha-ha."

Nicki nods with a grudging respect at Anthea's skill and calm efficiency.

Later that night, they withdraw to the more secluded part of their club.

Anthea walks over to Nikki and says, "Hey, meet you for coffee tomorrow. You know, I have to talk to you about a couple things."

Nikki is equally excited: "Absolutely, sweetie -- morning tomorrow is fine. I'll text you the time."

They toast to each other before they get back out there on the dance floor, spirits high, flowing with alcohol and booming music. Anthea was having the time of her life, totally engulfed in the night out in town with her friends.

While Anthea is out enjoying herself, I am at doing chore by chore cleaning and tidy the house. And I do this in silence with extreme care to make sure everything would be ready for Anthea's inspection. I stand in the quiet house when I am done, thinking of her night at the club, her presence alive in my thoughts as if she were present.

mason, 19, 3 inches hard, the chastity fag, 6’1, bulks and doesn’t cut, shaves everywhere but only trims pecs

raymond, 18, 7.5 inches hard, has a crush on mason, 5’10 slim but muscular

tristin, 19, trans ftm, very hyper sexual, 5’9 skinny fat

cody, 20, 8 inches hard, southern accent, 6’3, buff with a layer of fat, huge fat pecs and super hairy . . . mason, raymond, tristin, and cody, hanging out, baked out of there minds at mason and his dads house

mason - "brb imma go cook that pizza and chill with my dad in the living room while it cooks"

-mason gets up and leaves his friends while they continue watching tv-

raymond - “hey... masons gonna be gone for a bit…”

tristin - “so”

raymond - looks around at the other two guys “lets check his search history”

cody - “don’t that seem like an invasion of privacy?”

raymond - “… BOOOO don’t be a lame ass”

-raymond grabs masons laptop off of the floor and they all huddle around it, about to open it-

cody - “if we’re gonna do this we oughta lock his door”

tristin - “you right”

-tristin gets up and unlocks the door sitting back down as they open the laptop-

raymond - “fuck yeah dude he doesn’t have a password”

cody - “no password, i guess it’s ok to snoop”

cody says as the computer loads to turn on

raymond - “oh my fucking god”

tristin - “what-what-what”

raymond - “dawg he left a tab open with sext messages”

tristin cody and raymond sit around the laptop and read the messages. mason detailes through the messages about his kinks, fetishes, and micro penis. as they read, mason and the mystery man he was sexting keep talking about how bad mason wants his kinks to come to life and describes his exact sph and chastity fantasies to play out in real life, but how he is to much of ‘pansy puss’.

raymond - “damn he’s into some strange stuff”

cody licks his lips

cody - “y-yep”

tristin cody and raymond look back and forth at each other as if reading each others minds

raymond - “are yall kind of into this too?”

tristin - “yeah super. total tmi but my pussy is wet dude”

cody - “yeah my tips leaking like a faucet”

raymond adjusts his boner and sticks it under his waist band

raymond - “he really wants to do this stuff in real life… maybe we should help him complete some of these fantasies, or push him in the right direction”

cody - “i don’t know, i doubt he’ll actually ago along with it once its in his face.”

cody and raymond look at the computer screen deep in thought

tristin - “…. guys, mason cannot turn down a dare to save his life, we just need to get the toys and a game plan”

the door knob on the door turns and stops when it hits the lock

raymond whispering - “oh shit”

raymond closes the laptop and places it back on the floor and tristin jumps up to unlock the door

mason - “hey dudes pizza!”

raymond - “th-thank god im starving”

they sit in awkward silence, cody and raymond still adjusting to hide their boners and tristin in the bathroom wiping his pussy off

mason - “this pizzas good asf”

raymond - “yeah… god i hate getting random boners”

mason - “i- yeah, if im honest with you im not packing a lot so i don’t really have to worry about it”

raymond’s cock throbs in his sweatpants at mason admitting he has a tiny dick

raymond - “i’m gonna go to the bathroom be real quick”

mason - “o- oh okk”

cody folds to slices of pizza in half and tries to shove it down his throat

raymond - (knock knock) “tristin let me in”

tristin unlocks the door without saying anything and raymond walks in

raymond - “dude i think i have a crush on mason, i know we were gonna help him fulfill his kinks and fantasy’s because we want to like support him or something, but i can’t get my boner down enough to sit next to him

tristin - “damnnn” (takes another hit off the blunt) “so we’re actually gonna do this? nudge him slash force him to live out his fetishes?”

raymond - “yeah we need to, i can do all that kind of stuff to him, and play it off as me being helpful, instead of coming off like i want to fucking him really bad…. which i do”

Sorry for the delay. My mistress wasn’t sure if she wanted me to continue but is fine with it now.

After we got about 5 minutes down the road I couldn’t hold it in anymore, I loudly stated I have a dildo in my ass and it needs to come out now. Avery laughed and told me to stop joking around. I looked her dead in the eyes and said I’m not joking, I can’t hold it in anymore. She laughed and said well now you have to keep it in until we get there.

I asked how long is exactly were we going to be driving. Avery said we will see and told me to shut it. After what felt like an eternity we pulled into a store. I wasn’t sure what it was since there were no signs, upon entering I knew right away. This was a sex shop.

Avery ran to the girl behind the counter hugging her, she introduced me to her friend and said it was time to get some better equipment. I knew immediately what was happening. She went right over to the lingerie, picking out panties and bras that matched. Holding them up to me.

After grabbing a few pairs she went over to some skirts and grabbed a few. I asked her wasn’t she just at a shop? Avery looked at me and said yea but the prices were too high. She then gasped and rushed over to a wall. Looooook they have the little cage I wanted to get you. Up on the wall was a purple and black flat cage with a tiny fake dick on the end.

She grabbed it off the wall and said let’s put this on now. She dragged me to the changing room and pulled my pants down. The dildo came flying out, I let out a loud moan. Finally free. She unlocked my then instantly realized there was no way to get me soft enough to fit in the tiny cage.

Avery told me to wait and she would be back. Right as she left I felt so free, I could finally cum if I wanted to. But before I could her friend walked in. She apologized and thought I was Avery. Both of us feeling uncomfortable I told her it was ok, completely forgetting my cock was out. Then Avery came back with a bag, she pulled out two ice packs and asked her friend to help her.

After about 2 minutes she was barely able to squeeze me in. Her friend was amazing I fit in something so small. After that she had me put on a new pair of crotchless panties and a skirt. Avery also pulled out a plug from her bag and a small bottle of lube. Avery commanded me to bend over and she shoved the plug in me.

Picking up everything we went to the register. This was someone different than her friend. When ringing us up she asked if there was anything else. Avery flipped up my skirt and this cage and underwear. I instantly went red. Cute the cashier said, we paid and left. When we got back in her car I told Avery what the F*ck. She told me to relax, she knew everyone in there and they know what she does to guys.

This kinda shook me. How many others had she done this too? We the. Stopped at an ulta where Avery bought me some makeup and spent 20 minutes putting it on me. She the. Grabbed a bag out of the back of her car. It had some stockings a pair of shoes and a shirt. She told me to put them on. We were going to dinner.

Feeling exhausted I sluggishly put them on and we had dinner. Half way through I felt a sudden jolt. The plug had a vibrator in it. I could see Avery smiling. Shhhhh don’t let anyone hear you, I held in my moans with everything I could. Surprisingly I never let one slip, I excused myself to the bathroom and Avery followed. She told me she wanted to see my reaction to what I looked like.

I told her she can’t follow me into the men’s room, oh no. You don’t use the men’s room any more honey you’re a woman now. It felt weird going into a female bathroom again, but one look at my face and It felt right. I couldn’t even recognize myself. The eyeliner the blush the lip gloss. It felt so weird.

After dinner we headed home. Avery instantly went to her room and said she was going to bed. She told me to clean up and no riding my dildo. She told me there will be plenty of that tomorrow.

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Part 1 & Part 2 & Part 3 & Part 4

Jason’s pulse hammered as Isabel’s lips curved into a slow, deliberate smile, her gaze fixed on him like a lion savouring the moment before the kill. She leaned back slightly, her confidence radiating with every movement, and Jason’s eyes were immediately drawn to the key hanging from her necklace. Nestled between her ample breasts, it glimmered in the low light like a forbidden treasure, framed perfectly by the plunging neckline of her latex dress.

He swallowed hard, the chastity cage around his cock throbbing against him in cruel defiance. The steel device had never felt tighter, the unyielding grip only fueling his frustration as arousal burned through him like wildfire. He shifted in his chair, the discomfort both maddening and delicious as he struggled to keep his composure.

“So, Jason,” Isabel purred, her voice like velvet laced with steel, her fingertips casually brushing the stem of her wine glass. “Lana tells me you’ve been a good boy. Obedient. Willing. But I don’t like to take anyone’s word for it. I prefer to… test things for myself.”

Jason’s breath hitched, his mouth suddenly dry. “I—I do my best,” he stammered, the words tumbling out in a rush. His cheeks burned as Isabel’s gaze bore into him, her intensity disarming him completely.

Her laughter was soft but rich, like a caress that sent shivers racing down his spine. “Your best,” she repeated, her tone teasing yet laced with an undercurrent of dominance. “Well, we’ll just have to see about that, won’t we?” She leaned forward slightly, the motion drawing his gaze helplessly downward to the swell of her chest, where the key to his freedom rested, gleaming between her breasts like a tantalizing promise he couldn’t reach.

Jason’s cock strained painfully within the confines of the cage, every nerve ending screaming for release. He clenched his fists under the table, desperate to keep himself grounded as waves of desire and frustration washed over him. Isabel noticed, of course—she noticed everything. Her smile deepened, a knowing glint in her eyes as she let her fingers trail idly over the necklace, toying with the key as though she knew exactly what it was doing to him.

“Careful, darling,” Lana teased from her seat beside Isabel, her voice dripping with amusement. “You’re turning a delightful shade of red. Tell me, is it the way Isabel’s speaking to you… or the way she looks?”

Jason’s tongue felt heavy in his mouth, his words catching in his throat. “I—” He paused, his gaze darting between the two women. “It’s… both,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Lana chuckled, her laughter light but full of power. “Honest. I like that. What about you, Isabel?”

Isabel tilted her head, her gaze lingering on Jason as if she were studying him, peeling away every layer until he was laid bare before her. “Honesty is a good start,” she said, her voice low and deliberate. “But I’m looking for something deeper. Submission. Devotion.” She paused, letting her words sink in. “Control.”

The last word hung in the air, heavy and electric. Jason shuddered, his breathing shallow as he tried—and failed—to tear his eyes away from the key. Isabel noticed, of course, and her smile turned wicked as she shifted slightly, the motion causing the key to nestle even deeper between the curves of her breasts. The sight was almost too much to bear, and Jason bit his lip, a low, desperate sound escaping him.

“Oh, you poor thing,” Isabel said softly, her tone both mocking and tender. “That little cage must be driving you insane right now, isn’t it?”

Jason’s breath hitched, his voice trembling as he answered, “Yes… it is.”

“Good,” she replied, her smile sharpening. “I want you to feel that. I want you to remember that ache, that frustration, because it’s mine now. Your body, your desire… they belong to me. To us.”

Jason’s head spun, the intensity of her words pulling him deeper under her spell. He nodded wordlessly, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths as the cage pressed relentlessly against him, amplifying every sensation.

“See how easily he submits?” Isabel said, glancing at Lana with a sly smile. “It’s beautiful, really. But he’s going to need some training… refinement.”

“Oh, absolutely,” Lana agreed, her voice thick with approval. “He’s eager, but there’s so much potential waiting to be unlocked.” Her eyes flicked to the key, and Jason’s pulse quickened as the unspoken promise hung between them.

Isabel leaned back again, her fingers trailing over the necklace one last time before letting it fall back between her large breasts. “Then let’s start now,” she said, her voice firm yet seductive. “Jason…” Her gaze pinned him in place. “From this moment on, you will do exactly as we say. No hesitation. No resistance. Understand and consent?”

Jason nodded, his voice trembling. “Yes… I understand and consent”

“Good boy,” Isabel purred, and the words sent a jolt of heat straight through him. “Let’s see just how far you’re willing to go.”

Jason’s heart thundered in his chest, the ache of the cage mingling with the intoxicating pull of Isabel’s dominance. He was trapped, both by the unrelenting steel and by the power of the women before him—and he’d never felt more alive.

The dinner table was a theater of seduction, and Jason was caught in its web, helpless and overwhelmed. Seated between Isabel and Lana, his body was a live wire of arousal, tension radiating from him with every teasing glance, every fleeting touch. The chastity cage encasing his cock had never felt so tight, the steel biting into his swollen flesh as he struggled futilely against it, every pulse of need sending a delicious ache through him. He shifted in his chair, the movement only amplifying the frustration, and his breath came in shallow, uneven bursts.

"Poor Jason," Lana murmured, her voice a playful purr as she leaned closer, her lips hovering near his ear. Her stiletto-clad foot trailed up his calf under the table, slow and deliberate, the sharp tip grazing his skin just enough to make him shudder. "You look like you’re about to combust. Are we making you uncomfortable?"

Jason swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. "I… I’m fine."

"Fine?" Isabel echoed, her tone dripping with amusement. She reached for her wine glass, and as she lifted it, the key around her neck swayed tantalizingly, nestled snugly between her full, round breasts. The motion drew Jason’s eyes like a magnet, and his cock throbbed desperately against the unyielding confines of the cage. "That doesn’t look like 'fine' to me," she teased, her lips curving into a slow, wicked smile as she caught him staring.

Jason flushed, his cheeks burning with embarrassment, but he couldn’t bring himself to look away. The key gleamed in the soft candlelight, a constant, tormenting reminder of who held the power here. Isabel’s fingers brushed over it idly, playing with it as though she knew exactly what it was doing to him—which, of course, she did.

"You’re so obvious," she said softly, her voice like silk. "I can practically feel how much you want it… how much you’re struggling." Her eyes locked onto his, her gaze searing, and Jason’s cock throbbed again, the cage biting cruelly into him as he squirmed in his seat.

Lana’s foot slid higher, her heel now grazing his inner thigh as it moved closer to the cage. Jason sucked in a sharp breath, his hands gripping the edge of the table to steady himself. "Relax, darling," she cooed, her voice low and sultry. "We’re just getting started."

As if to punctuate her words, Isabel leaned forward slightly, the neckline of her dress dipping just enough to frame the key more provocatively. Jason’s eyes flicked downward again, his desperation mounting as the image burned itself into his mind—Isabel’s flawless skin, the swell of her breasts, and the key resting there like a taunting promise he couldn’t reach. His cock strained harder against the cage, the pressure building unbearably, and a low, helpless groan escaped his lips.

"Oh, listen to him," Lana said with a smirk, her hand sliding under the table. Jason froze as her fingers found his thigh, her touch light and teasing. "He’s barely holding it together. You really are cruel, Isabel, dangling that key like that."

"Cruel?" Isabel repeated, feigning innocence as she let the key slip lower, the chain settling deeper between her cleavage. "I think I’m being generous, actually. Jason likes it when we tease him… don’t you?"

Jason’s lips parted, but no words came out. His body trembled with need, his mind spinning in a haze of arousal and frustration. Finally, he managed a weak, breathless, "Yes… I like it."

Isabel chuckled, the sound low and rich, sending another shiver racing through him. "Good boy," she said, her fingers caressing the key for a moment before letting it fall back into place. "But you’ll have to learn to endure much more than this if you want to keep pleasing us."

As if to emphasize her point, Lana’s hand slid higher, her fingers brushing against the bulge of the cage beneath his pants. Jason’s entire body jolted at the contact, his cock straining so hard against the steel that it bordered on painful. "Oh, he’s so hard," Lana said, her tone dripping with mock sympathy as her fingers traced over the rigid outline. "So desperate. Isn’t it just adorable?"

"It is," Isabel agreed, her eyes gleaming with delight. She turned to Lana, and without hesitation, leaned in to capture her lips in a slow, sensual kiss. Jason’s breath caught in his throat as he watched, his body tightening further as the two women kissed with deliberate, teasing intimacy. Isabel’s hand came up to cradle Lana’s cheek, her fingers tangling briefly in the other woman’s hair, and the soft sounds of their kiss filled the room, driving Jason to the brink of madness.

When they finally pulled apart, both women turned their attention back to Jason, their expressions smug and satisfied. "See something you like?" Lana asked, her hand still resting dangerously close to the cage, her fingers pressing just enough to keep him on edge.

Jason could only nod, his voice failing him as his arousal reached a fever pitch. He was trapped, helpless, and completely at their mercy—and he loved every agonizing second of it.

Isabel smirked, her fingers returning to the key, toying with it as if to remind him just how little control he had. "Don’t worry, Jason," she said, her voice soft and dangerous. "This is only the beginning. By the end of tonight, you’ll understand exactly what it means to be ours."

Jason shuddered, the promise in her words sending a fresh wave of arousal crashing over him. The ache in his cage was unbearable, but the thrill of surrendering to their power made it all worth it.

The air between them crackled as Isabel set down her wine glass, the key dangling teasingly between her breasts. “I’m in the mood for something sweet. Shall we head to mine for dessert?” she suggested, her voice smooth as silk.

Lana smirked, her hand drifting to Jason’s thigh under the table. “Before we do, darling, there’s something we need to settle. If we continue this evening, you’ll stay locked in chastity and surrender completely to us. Do you consent?”

Jason’s breath hitched, his cock straining painfully against the cage as both women watched him with devilish smiles. The ache was unbearable, but the thrill of their dominance was intoxicating. “Yes,” he whispered, trembling. “I want this. I want to please you both.”

“Good boy,” Lana purred, giving his thigh a squeeze. Isabel rose gracefully, the key swaying enticingly as she smiled. “Then let’s go. Dessert’s going to be… unforgettable.”

Jason followed, the weight of his cage and the promise of what lay ahead sending his heart racing.

The car ride to Isabel’s home was a haze for Jason, his body thrumming with anticipation as the two women exchanged knowing glances and playful smiles in the front seats. His cock was swollen and aching within the unforgiving steel of the chastity cage, every bump in the road a reminder of how helplessly aroused he was. He couldn’t stop replaying the sight of Isabel’s confident smirk and the way the key rested between her breasts, the golden glint a taunting beacon of his denial.

When they arrived, Jason felt a fresh wave of tension coil inside him. Isabel’s house was as striking as she was: sleek, modern, and utterly commanding. Inside, the air smelled faintly of jasmine, the lighting soft and intimate, casting warm shadows on the walls. Every step he took behind her felt weighted with promise, her hips swaying hypnotically as she led him up the stairs. The gentle click of her heels against the wood was the only sound, other than the rapid beating of his heart.

The bedroom was a vision of luxury, sensual and inviting. Silk sheets, velvet chairs, and the faintest trace of candlelight gave the space an almost dreamlike quality. Jason barely had time to take it in before Isabel turned to him, her smile sly and commanding. "Wait here," she said, disappearing into the bathroom.

Jason shifted nervously, glancing at Lana, who leaned casually against the bedpost, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "She loves to make an entrance," Lana said, her voice low and teasing. “You’re in for a treat.”

The bathroom door opened a moment later, and Jason’s breath caught in his throat. Isabel stepped into the room wearing red lingerie so tight and sheer it was practically painted onto her skin. The lace clung to her massive tits, the fabric highlighting every inch of her voluptuous body. Her breasts swelled against the delicate material, the golden key resting snugly between them, cradled by the soft skin of her cleavage. Her long legs were accentuated by the garters and stockings she wore, and the way she moved—slow, deliberate, utterly confident—made Jason’s cage tighten painfully, his cock straining so hard he thought he might lose his mind.

"See something you like?" Isabel teased, running a hand along her hip as she approached him, her voice like honey dripping over his already-overwhelmed senses.

Jason swallowed hard, his cheeks flushed as he stammered, “Y-you’re… breathtaking.”

Lana laughed softly, stepping closer to him. “He’s so obvious, isn’t he? Look at him, all caged up and desperate. It’s adorable.”

“Adorable,” Isabel agreed, her gaze flicking down to the bulge in his pants. “But I think it’s time we made him a little more… comfortable.”

Together, they began to undress him, taking their time, their hands lingering just enough to drive him wild. Isabel unbuttoned his shirt, her fingers grazing his chest as she slid it off his shoulders, while Lana knelt to remove his shoes and socks, her lips curling in amusement at the way his body trembled under their touch. When his pants were finally peeled away, Jason was left standing before them in nothing but his chastity cage, his arousal painfully obvious.

"Look at him," Isabel murmured, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she toyed with the key hanging between her breasts. "So hard. So helpless."

“And so ours,” Lana added, retrieving a pair of leather cuffs from the dresser. “But he’ll look even better tied up, don’t you think?”

Jason’s breath hitched as they guided him to the plush chair near the bed. The leather cuffs were snug but secure, holding his wrists and ankles in place, leaving him completely vulnerable. Isabel stood in front of him, the key swaying between her breasts, her hands resting on her hips as she studied him with a wicked smile.

“How does it feel, Jason?” she asked, leaning down so her cleavage was at eye level, her scent intoxicating. “Knowing you’re completely at our mercy?”

“It feels… incredible,” Jason gasped, his cock throbbing so hard against the cage that the ache was almost unbearable. The sight of her curves, the taunting key, and the sheer dominance in her presence were driving him to the brink.

Lana chuckled, running a finger down his chest and over the rigid outline of the cage, her touch featherlight. “He’s so turned on, Isabel. You can practically feel his frustration.”

“That’s the point,” Isabel said, her voice like a purr. She let her fingers brush over the key, drawing Jason’s desperate gaze. “You want this, don’t you? To stay locked. To be ours.”

“Yes,” Jason whispered, his voice trembling as his arousal surged. “I want it… I want you both.”

“Good boy,” Isabel said, her smile widening as she straightened, her hand grazing his cheek briefly before stepping back.

Lana smirked, her fingers toying with the waistband of her skirt as she circled him slowly. “Let’s see just how much you can handle,” she teased, sharing a wicked glance with Isabel.

The two women began to tease him mercilessly, Isabel playing with the key, letting it dangle just out of reach, while Lana’s hands wandered over his restrained body, her touch light and maddening. Jason was utterly overwhelmed, the ache in his cage mingling with the intoxicating thrill of surrender, leaving him trembling as he submitted completely to their control.

The room’s already sensual air grew thicker as Lana approached Jason, her dark eyes gleaming with mischief. "You’ve been so good for us tonight," she murmured, her voice smooth and sultry. “But I think it’s time to heighten your experience, don’t you agree?”

Jason’s breath hitched as she held up a sleek, black blindfold, the soft fabric catching the low light of the room. He nodded slowly, his body trembling with anticipation as his cock throbbed helplessly inside the tight confines of the chastity cage.

“Good boy,” Lana purred, slipping behind him. She gently tied the blindfold around his eyes, the fabric soft but firm as it secured his vision into darkness. Without sight, his senses sharpened, and he became hyper-aware of every sound, every touch, every whisper.

"Now," Isabel’s voice came from somewhere in front of him, low and teasing, "let’s see how he handles being ours without knowing what’s coming next."

Jason shivered as he felt Isabel’s hands on his shoulders first—her touch warm and deliberate. She began to rub slow, firm circles over his tense muscles, her fingers sending shivers down his spine. Lana joined in moments later, her hands starting at his thighs, her nails grazing his skin just enough to make him gasp.

“He’s so responsive,” Isabel mused, her hands moving to the sides of his neck, her nails trailing lightly across his skin. "Every little touch sends him reeling."

Lana chuckled softly, her hands sliding higher, her fingers tracing along the edges of his ribs, just beneath his bound arms. "That’s because he’s desperate," she whispered, leaning close enough that Jason could feel the warmth of her breath against his ear. "Aren’t you, Jason? You’re aching for release, aren’t you?"

Jason nodded, his words catching in his throat as his body squirmed in the chair. The cage felt tighter than ever, his cock pressing painfully against the unyielding steel as every featherlight touch drove him further into madness.

“Say it,” Isabel commanded, her voice suddenly firmer as her hands brushed down his chest. "Admit how badly you want it."

"I… I want it," Jason stammered, his voice shaky and desperate. "I want it so badly… Please…"

"Please what?" Lana’s voice was a purr as she trailed her nails over his inner thighs, dangerously close to the cage but never touching.

"Please… let me… let me feel more," he gasped, his head tipping back against the chair as their teasing grew more intense.

Isabel laughed softly, her fingers tracing down his chest to his stomach, making his muscles tense under her touch. “More? Oh, darling, this is just the beginning. You’ll feel everything we want you to feel—nothing more, nothing less.”

The women’s hands moved in perfect synchronization, Isabel focusing on his upper body, her touch alternating between soothing caresses and sharp, tantalizing grazes, while Lana continued to toy with his balls, her fingers squeezing and massaging just enough to make him squirm. Jason’s breathing grew ragged, his body trembling as he strained against the cuffs, his desperation only fueling their amusement.

“He’s so hard in that little cage,” Lana cooed, her fingers finally ghosting over the steel, the lightest touch making Jason cry out softly. "And so helpless. Aren’t you, Jason? You’re completely at our mercy."

“Yes,” he gasped, his voice trembling. "I’m… I’m yours. I’ll do anything…"

“Good,” Isabel said, her lips brushing against his ear, her tone a mix of sweetness and dominance. "Then keep being a good boy for us, and we’ll decide just how much you deserve."

The teasing continued, every touch a maddening combination of pleasure and denial, the women’s soft laughter and whispered taunts only adding to Jason’s torment. Blindfolded, bound, and completely under their control, he could do nothing but surrender, his arousal swelling with every second of their merciless attention.

The tension in the room thickened, and Jason could feel every shift of movement around him, the sounds becoming more pronounced as they filled the space. He had no idea what was going on, his senses heightened in a strange mix of anticipation and dread. The blindfold over his eyes made it impossible to see, and the cuffs around his wrists kept him in place, powerless.

He heard Lana’s soft laugh—low and teasing—and then the quiet rustle of Isabel’s movements. He shifted slightly in the chair, trying to read the situation by sound alone.

“You’re sure you want this?” Lana’s voice, smooth and warm, filled the silence. It wasn’t directed at him, but he still felt the heat rise in his chest. He was at their mercy.

“I’ve wanted this for a long time,” Isabel replied, her voice just as hushed, as if she didn’t want him to hear every word, yet she knew he was hanging on every sound.

Jason couldn’t help the way his heart raced. He was trapped, unable to move, and yet, he was so acutely aware of the shift in the atmosphere around him. He could hear the faint, soft breath of someone leaning in, the sound of lips brushing against skin, and the subtle exchange of heat.

And then—he couldn’t stop himself from clenching his fists at the cuffs—the soft sound of lips meeting. A slow, lingering kiss, full of hunger and emotion, and Jason could feel every second of it like a weight pressing on his chest. His senses buzzed, the intimacy of it all overwhelming him in his vulnerable state.

The kiss deepened, each movement sending a wave of sound that Jason couldn’t escape. It was a private moment, and yet he was here, forced to experience it, helpless to the pull of their connection.

He could hear their breath quickening, their quiet murmurs that filled the space with a tension that wrapped itself around him as Isabel and Lana began to have sex with each other.

Each second stretched out, the intimacy of it sinking deep under his skin. He could hear the bed creak and the two girls begin to moan as they began to bring each other to orgasm.

And all Jason could do was listen as his cock strained within the confines of the chastity cage. If this was just the beginning, what did the two girls have planned for him next?

Becca could not figure out in her mind what was happening. Yes, she was having a great time! Yes, Dylan had already given her more orgasms in one fucking than she had ever had. Yes, she LOVED Adam and was excited he had embraced tonight’s activities; especially, since he wanted to experience this as much as she did. But she sensed something was amiss. She knew Dylan was the dominant one in his marriage but couldn’t figure out why he was being so nice and downright submissive.

She lovingly stroked Adam’s hair noticing how he had lost himself in the moment. She had moved out from under him and was sitting beside him on the bed. She bent over and whispered in his ear, “Are you sure you are enjoying this and do still LOVE only me?”

“Yes…Princess…Thank….You…” Adam said in between each aggressive thrust by Dylan inside his ass. He felt pre cum oozing from his Steelheart; after all of the mental excitement and that monster cock being driven over his prostate, he was struggling to not have an unauthorized orgasm in his Steelheart! Within moments, he felt something similar to an enema but knew it was Dylan’s massive cock depositing cum deep inside him.

Based on Dylan’s moans, Becca knew what was happening so she gently moved Adam’s face to hers and gave him a long passionate kiss. “Again, be nice to our guest and go get him a warm washcloth and a towel. I don’t want to suck on his cock after he has fucked you…” As Adam got up and left the room, Becca grabbed Dylan by the balls.

“That was awesome. I have only had two or three orgasms with Adam inside me in our entire marriage…26 years. I had five or six just now with you in me for 25 minutes!”

“I am glad you enjoyed it, Princess.”

Becca squeezed his balls and gave Dylan a stern look: “What the hell is going on here right now? I mean I thought you wanted to have sex and play with me and Adam…but you are acting like you want to be submissive! And, there is only ONE PERSON that calls me Princess…understand?”

Dylan melted. His inner sub bubbling to the surface. “Yes, Becca or can I call you Mistress?”

Becca liked the sound of that coming from Dylan’s mouth. Adam had tried to call her that in the beginning but it didn’t feel right. “Yes, call me Mistress from now on!”

“I have a present for you in my car, Mistress, if I may be excused to go and get it?”

Becca ordered Dylan to go get his present and sat down on the bed.

She curled up on the bed and was getting wet again from the exciting thoughts bouncing around her head…I’ve never had a boytoy…I wonder if Adam has a dominant gene in his body…does Trent know Dylan has a submissive side….? Lost in thought, she didn’t even realize she had started pleasuring herself…one hand gently tweaking a nipple and the other hand holding her pussy open and swirling a finger around her still engorged clit.

Dylan slinked past Adam grabbing the linens out of his hand as he was coming back in the room. He quickly grabbed and pulled on his pants from the sofa then headed out to his car.

Becca looked at Adam and smiled:

“It looks like I have two toys to play with tonight…I could not be more excited! It appears that Dylan wants to be a bit submissive..." Becca cooed. “Do you think you can be a little dominant with him, honey?”

Adam smiled at Becca with a playfully evil glint in his eyes…Becca smiled right back.

After a brief absence, Dylan returned with a velvet bag in his hand that was jingling. He knelt down in front of her, reached in the bag, and produced a shiny new Steelheart…

“Please lock me up, Mistress?”

Dylan’s cock was still semi hard so she turned to Adam, “Go down and bring up a bag of ice. I want to get Dylan locked up now!” As Adam walked out of the room, she turned to Dylan and ordered him to come clean.

“Mistress, I have been dominant all my life and with Trent; however, I have this overwhelming desire to be submissive right now. This desire is to be owned by a woman. Trent and I have talked about it and we both think it is a great idea. I want to wear my Steelheart for you from the time I leave my house to come for visits until the time I get home. When I am here with you, I am yours to play with as you wish.”

Becca’s mind was racing a thousand miles an hour:

"What am I going to do with a submissive husband and boytoy?" she said absentmindedly

"How do I keep both of them happy….NO...WAIT…they have to keep me happy!" she exclaimed as she heard Adam coming up the stairs.

Adam came back in the room with a bag of ice and Becca motioned him to set down beside her on the bed. He was unsure of what was happening but his cock was throbbing inside his Steelheart.

“Dylan, where is my key for Adam’s Steelheart?”

“On the nightstand, Mistress” never looking up from the floor.

“Is this how Trent has been taught…never looking his Master in the eyes? Well, that won't do around me. You look at me when I am speaking to you!”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Becca leaned back and grabbed Adam’s key from the nightstand. “Standup” she said to Adam. She grabbed the tube of Adam’s Steelheart and pulled him in close. “Looks like you are going to have a little more fun than I thought, Adam”. She inserted the key and removed the lock. Adam’s cock instantly popped the tube off the base ring falling on the bed.

"Let's get our guest all secure, Adam. Give me that ice while you go wash up." Becca took the bag of ice from Adam and ordered Dylan to lay down on the bed. She placed the bag of ice on Dylan's still semi erect cock then climbed on top of him and sat down on the ice...making sure it was fully covering him.

"You are not allowed to touch me, boy!"

"Yes, Mistress."

"I think I am going to really enjoy the rest of this evening...who knows...you may stay all weekend at this point."

"May I please stay, Mistress?"

"Of course but you will not only be my submissive...you will be Adam's sub as well, are we clear?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Adam walked back in and couldn't help but laugh. Here was this monster cock wilting under his Princess' beautiful ass. He couldn't wait to see a Steelheart on someone else.

With Adam returning, the laugh got her attention and she could feel Dylan's cock was now soft enough to get him locked up. "Adam, hand me Dylan's Steelheart bag...no...you get over here and stuff him inside it...I will of course apply the lock".

Adam jumped at the chance and enjoyed Dylan squirming as he squeezed his balls then his cock through the base ring. He then stuffed Dylan's meat inside the steel tube. During this, Dylan let out a couple of yelps due to some intentional pinching inflicted by Adam.

"He is ready for your lock, Princess." Becca walked over and clicked the lock shut.

“Be nice to our guest and get Dylan tied to the bed, Adam. Lock his arms above his head and then lock his ankles to his wrists….I want his ass exposed.”

Dylan didn’t need any further direction. He put his arms up above his head. Adam cinched Dylan’s wrist to the corners of the bed then took great pleasure rolling him and locking each ankle to a wrist.

“Now isn’t that delicious?” Becca asked stroking Dylan’s balls and inserting a finger in his ass. I think I am going to enjoy this, sliding another finger in Dylan.

“Adam, get over here and return the favor and fuck our guest. I am going to sit here and watch my new Steelheart bite into Dylan's balls as that large cock of his tries to get hard.” Becca sat down beside Dylan as Adam climbed on the bed. She took Adam’s cock and guided it to Dylan’s ass.

Dylan squirmed and let out a huge yelp as Adam’s head passed into his hole. “What’s wrong Dylan…you can fuck a guy but you can’t take a dick yourself?” Becca demanded.

“No, Mistress. I have never been fucked…not even with a dildo” Dylan said between gasp.

“Well Adam, a real treat…you are fucking a virgin…what do you think of that my LOVE?”

Adam looked up and grinned, “it is an awesome chastity anniversary surprise, Princess.”

Adam’s cock was about an inch shorter than Dylan’s but you couldn’t tell that by the way Dylan was thrashing about. He was only about half way inside him when Dylan started begging for it to stop.

“No, there will be no stopping until Adam deposits his 2 months of pent up cum deep inside your virgin ass...or your mouth. Slow down a bit Adam so Dylan’s tight little ass can adjust.” With that, Becca started gently slapping Dylan's balls.

Dylan's cock was now straining against its new prison and his massive balls had drawn up tight turning a wonderful shade of purple. “Dylan, if you cum inside my Steelheart, I will send you home to Trent without a key, understand?”

“Yes, Mistress I understand.”

“Let me guess, you have probably never swallowed cum?” Becca asked Dylan as she increased the intensity of her slaps.

“No, Mistress…I have never eaten cum.”

“Well, in just a few minutes you are going to have your first taste of cum, understand?”

She looked at Adam and he knew instinctively to stop what he was doing. She reached up and unhooked Dylan’s ankles from his wrist and pointed to the corners at the end of the bed. Adam cinched Dylan’s ankles to the bottom of the bed.

“Now, get up here and let Dylan clean your cock Adam. Dylan you will lick it clean and swallow Adam’s cum, understand?”

“Yes, Mistress” Dylan sighed.

Adam slithered up Dylan’s tightly cinched body and placed the PA piercing on Dylan’s lips. Dylan opened his mouth and began eagerly licking the cock in front of him. Becca took Adam’s cock in one hand and put the other behind Dylan’s head…forcing him to take Adam’s cock deep in his mouth. Within a couple of seconds, Adam felt his groin tingling with the familiar surge of a gathering orgasm…

“Please may I cum, Princess?” Adam begged.

“You can cum as often as you want to tonight, my Love!”

Adam drove his cock in Dylan’s mouth backing off a bit as he gagged….then let out a long, low, soulful moan.

“Oooooh Yeahhhhh”, Adam said as the first pulse of cum shot down Dylan’s throat.

Becca keened loudly and watched as Dylan struggled to keep up with the pulsing bursts being lauched down this throat. As Adam pulled his semi erect cock from Dylan's lips, Becca grabbed a handful of his hair, pulled his head up so he was looking directly at Adam then gave him a hot wet sloppy kiss.

"This has been an amazing start to the weekend. Please release our guest, Adam, put a collar and leash on him and bring him downstairs. He needs to let Trent know he will not be home until Monday."

THE END

Previous part

My wife left me sitting there helpless while she went off to have a talk with Ella, about what I had no clue at the time. As it turned out, my fate was being decided.

Around me, couples and groups were heavily engaged in all sorts of sexual escapades. The air was full of the muffled moans of the other partygoers enjoying themselves. All I could do is sit there aching and wait.

When they returned, my wife came over, kissed me, and leaned to my ear. "You wanna cum in front of everyone? We can wait until we get home if you're nervous." I looked up at her and nodded enthusiastically. I was straining in my cage at the thought, and the idea of being totally undone in front of everyone excited me.

She stood back up and looked down at me proudly. "God I love seeing you like this. Like a present I can't wait to unwrap." She stood me up and gripped my balls gently yet firmly. "You're so pent up. Seems like it's time we take care of that."

She went over to her bag and retrieved the prostate massager and a bottle of lube. I looked at her inquiringly, and she said "Oh I don't intend to remove the cage, but you will get to cum. Stand up and bend over."

I obliged, bending over the chair and bracing myself, and the carefully-lubed toy started to enter me. I could hear murmuring from the crowd, but I was too focused on my own body to really pay attention. My back arched slightly as the toy pressed into my prostate, forcing precum to drip freely from my cage.

I was panting and cursing under my breath as the toy bottomed out inside me, pulling itself the rest of the way as my hole tensed around the tapered shaft. My wife grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back, and whispered in my ear.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You, goddess."

She tightened her grip on my hair. "Don't tell me, tell them. Who owns you?"

My voice was shaking. "You own me, my goddess!" I said loudly.

"Good boy. Don't hold back anything. You earned this." She let go of my hair, and I felt the toy come to life. Slow, tantalizing movements as it squirmed against my p-spot. I keened loudly at the stimulation and I could tell that our audience had grown quiet.

My goddess once again grabbed my hair, this time pulling my head up to face our audience. "Do you see all these people? All of them are watching you lose yourself in pleasure. My pleasure." She leaned close to my ear again. "You really are a big slut, aren't you?" She turned the vibration and e-stim modes on, making my noises louder. "You're MY slut."

I was very quickly approaching orgasm. My knees were shaking and I could barely hold myself up bent over the chair. She pulled me off the chair and guided me over to the center of the room. I fell to my knees, my hips bucking as the toy brought me closer and closer. Then it went completely inert, leaving me gasping and hanging on the edge.

She stood behind me and wrapped her arms around my neck, the remote in one hand and the other playing with one of my nipples. "Oh were you about to cum? You didn't think I'd deprive them of a good show, did you?" She pinched my nipple harder, hard enough that I cried out.

"What do you think, should I let him cum?" she asked our audience. Their approving clamor made me blush yet again. "Well, the people have spoken." She turned the vibrator back on, all functions to maximum.

I practically screamed as the toy came to life, my pelvic muscles contracting almost painfully as I was wracked with pleasure. The cage twitched as I struggled inside it, and I threw my head back as I felt my orgasm beginning.

My goddess, her lips teasing my ear, whispered "I love you, cum for me." And I was undone utterly.

I erupted from my cage, over a week's worth of pent-up lust spilling between my legs. I struggled to respond, as my entire abdomen spasming from the intense orgasm.

"I LUUUUUVE YUHHHH" I moaned out. I was still convulsing and clenching even after I was wrung utterly dry. I was so physically spent that I could even hold myself up in a kneeling position, so I started to lean over. She helped me to the ground, where I laid bucking and groaning softly for quite a while, the toy forcing agonizing aftershocks out of me.

Our debut at the party was a rousing success; apparently our two little shows had been hugely enjoyed by our new friends, and we were asked to return for a repeat performance at the next party.

My wife helped me clean myself up, and we changed into some basic clothes before heading out. On the way home, we discussed the evening.

My wife, ever caring, checked up on me. "I hope I didn't push you too far, babe." I shook my head immediately. "No, I thoroughly enjoyed it. In fact, I'd be completely okay with you going farther if you're interested."

She bit her lip. "How far are we talking?" I looked at her, and quoted her own comments from a couple months prior. "I want you to fucking ravage me."

She sighed in a mix of contentment and arousal. "I like the sound of that. But I want a turn being ravaged again too." She reached over and prodded my cage. "I need to get that off of you so you can fuck me properly when we get home."

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PART 2

Saturday Morning I woke up to the noise of Vi making us breakfast. Still feeling a bit insecure about the chastity I put on some boxers and walked into my kitchen.

“Good Morning Vi” I said while yawning.

No reply. She didn’t even turn away from the stove. What had happened? She seemed like she was interested in exploring chastity and now she’s ignoring me? Was she trying to was she tryin to be dominant by ignoring me? We had just briefly talked about my kink but completely ignoring me seemed purposeful.

She turned around and jump back scared. “Oh hey! Good Morning!!” She said as she took out her AirPods. “You know you should really say something and not just walk up behind me. You scared the crap out of me”

There went my overthinking taking control and freaking me out for no reason. “Yeah sorry I didn’t see your earphones in. I had actually walked in and said good morning I was just waiting for a response” I said.

We giggled at the fact we both thought the other was being rude and started eating breakfast.

As we finished up and I started washing dishes I decided to spark up a convo.

“Sooo…About last night. Are you sure you’re okay with me liking chastity? I want you to be fully honest with me so we can proceed accordingly.”

“Well to be honest I have some kinks of my own I’ve developed through watching porn that I feel are weird. I’m not going to judge yours until I at least take a look at it and try to understand it from your point of view.” She replied.

As I started to think how perfect and accepting she was. “Wait what kinky stuff are you into?” I blurted.

“Well you would have found out last night if it wasn’t for the pesky little cage of yours” she said while jokingly shaking a fist in the air. “But seriously I would have been soooooooo HOT” she added. Not knowing that just the thought of it had me straining in my cage. As I started to daydream I snapped out of it when she asked “What would you normally do on a Saturday in chastity?”

“Honestly something productive. Most of the time I just clean my apartment, do some work, and after I’m done I try to relax.”

“Hmmm what about I help you with your chores so we can finish early. Then you can start showing me some of your favorite pornos so I can see what chastity is all about.” She suggested.

The next few hours were spent cleaning while I tried to think about my favorite videos that didn’t have anything too crazy so I wouldn’t scare her. At around 4 PM we had finished up and laid down in bed because “Its time to start doing some important research” as Vi described it.

She handed me my laptop and told me to open up some videos and she would be right back as she bolted out of the room. I opened them up and hooked my laptop up to the TV as I waited for her. About 5 minutes later she busted through the door with a small notepad and a bowl of popcorn. She placed the popcorn on the bed, pulled her shorts waistband as high as she could and while trying not to burst into laughter she said “I’m ready to study”

I decided to start with a femdom joi (Jerk off instructions) with multiple edges. My thought process was it would help show I liked getting told what to do while still not showing much nudity. Before the video started she asked for the title and wrote it down. As the video played she kept her full attention on the TV occasionally asking me to pause and jotting something down on her notepad.

Once the video was over I found out what she was writing. She was making timestamps and writing questions for specific parts.

“Okay soo I know what femdom is now but what are Joi and what are edges?” She questioned.

“Joi are instuctions being given on how to jerk off” I replied “Edges are masturbating until you’re just about to cum and stopping yourself before going over the edge”

“Hmmm okay okay. How does that play into chastity?” She continued.

“Well with chastity edging is done as punishment to get the person in chastity close but not let them cum. Sometimes just edging before locking them back up or other times edging and finishing with a ruined orgasm” I answered.

“Ruined orgasm?” She asked

“Yeah its like edging but you pretty much go barely over the edge without having a full orgasm” I said. “ Cum comes out of the penis but you don’t get the full sensation of an orgasm.”

“Ooooo thats sucksss. So of those what are you into?” She interrogated as she readied her pen.

“Well I’ve edged and given myself ruined orgasms before so I guess those two. Never really had someone tell me how to masturbate in-person but the idea of it is actually really appealing.” I replied.

“Okay okay” she said as she put little hearts next to her listed items. “I think I’m ready for the second video” as she grabbed a handful of popcorn and turned her attention back to the TV.

PART 4 coming soon.

Link to Part 17 Ha-eun, Who Calls Herself Hannah - Part 17 : r/ChastityStories

Ha-eun and I never really talked about the fact that I tied her up that night we were playing with that Clitlicker thing.  I’m not sure if I should talk about it with her or not.  It was after that when she first told me she loves me, so I’m pretty sure that it wasn’t a bad thing.

I finally decide to stop being a beta and ask her about it.

“I enjoyed it,” she says, “it is something I would like to do again, especially since I know I can trust you to not take advantage of the situation.”  That’s it.  That’s all she has to say about it.  Based on my experience with her, it means that she thoroughly enjoyed it and WANTS to do it again.  I will have to be careful to not overdo things too fast too soon.

Malcolm is coming for another visit.

He arrives with a gift to congratulate us on my moving in full time - a Feeldoe for her to try to get more pleasure out of pegging me.  Gee, thanks, I think.

We have a great day together just hanging out, although she does bring out the Nobra.  Malcolm keeps staring at the Nobra, so we decide that he might as well see it in action.  Ha-eun ties me to the bed, puts it on me, and lets it rip.  FUUUUUCCCKKKKKK.  But she’s a little too aggressive with the power level and I come way too fast - like maybe 2 minutes.

Malcolm keeps looking at the thing.  And looking at it.  And looking at it.  So I ask to be untied, which she does.  And I tell Malcolm to get undressed and get on the bed.  Both of them stare at me, but he does it.  I tie him to the bed and put the Nobra on him.  I start him at a nice low level and then very very slowly, in very small increments, add power.  Like what happened with me, it sneaks up on him.  It really really sneaks up on him.  He doesn’t realize I’m increasing the power until it’s up about 70% and when he does, he is thrashing around and begging for mercy.  With a little playing, I find a power setting that seems to be driving him fucking up the fucking wall but isn’t quite enough for him to cum.  We’ve gagged him so he won’t scare the neighbors.  Damn that’s some impressive thrashing he’s doing.  I back the power down just a bit so that he doesn’t injure himself in his thrashing.

His brains are leaking out of his ears.  His body is glistening in sweat.  The poor guy has huge buckets of pre-cum pouring out of him.  

She puts some nipple clamps on him (I didn’t know she had nipple clamps).  Then she lubes up a butt plug and puts it in his ass.  I don’t think there are any more brains left to leak out of his ears.  I’ve never topped a guy before.  I kind of like it.  Maybe I should think about a career as a power top to men (just joking).

I start teasing him again.  And then just run it up to full power.  It’s maybe 30 seconds before he explodes.  Damn that guy can fire quite a load.

And of course I keep running it even after he’s cum.  I leave it like that for a couple of minutes before I finally give him relief.  She did the same thing with me so I can feel for the guy.

Except that after she removes the Nobra from his cock, she tells me to use my tongue and clean him (his cum is dripping down his cock and covering his balls).  No surprise there, and I clean him thoroughly.  I then grab Ha-eun and give her a deep deep French kiss with a lot of Malcolm’s cum in my mouth.  She starts to pull back but I hold her tight and make sure I get a lot of the cum in her mouth.  After a few seconds, she returns the deep kiss.  She really means it.

The three of us sleep together in OUR bed (Ha-eun’s and mine).  Except that we splurged and bought a king-size bed.  There’s room enough for the three of us now.  Still, when she falls off to sleep, she’s holding my cock.

The next day Ha-eun decides to try the Feeldoe.  In my ass.  I’m on the bed with my hands cuffed behind me, my ass up in the air, and my mouth full of Malcolm’s cock.  She likes the Feeldoe because the vibrator function in it does nice things to her while she’s fucking me in the ass.  It doesn’t do much for me although Malcolm tells me that with enough practice I’ll learn to have prostate orgasms.  Oh, and yes, of course he came in my mouth.

In the first part of this story, Nicole held onto a grudge from a drunken hookup I made a year ago with her sorority sister, Jen. In return she locked me in chastity, had me set up an amazing Valentine’s Day date, and gave my reward blowjob to my fraternity friend Max.

Three weeks had passed since Nicole had walked out on me and the images from the video with Max flipped through my mind like a Rolodex. I had heard Max was big but I had no clue what his dick looked like hard. My dick compared to his looked like a lightweight fighter standing next to a heavyweight champion. Now all I could see was Nicole’s mouth wrapped around it. I was going through all the range of emotions, sadness, jealousy, anger, but the one that stood out most was horny. My cock pressed for release and dripped precum. I had to get out of here.

I decided I would text Nicole, but I didn’t know what to say. “Can we chat?” Was the best I could come up with. I stared at my phone for the next 30 minutes until “Read” appeared under the message. After waiting another 30 minutes I realized I was probably not going to get a response. Rather than going crazy I decided to go to the gym to get my mind off things. While I was running on the treadmill my phone pinged with an alert. It was Nicole and I almost flew off the treadmill as I stopped to read the message.

Nicole responded with “Are you going to apologize?”

This certainly could not have been to me. I was confused. “What the hell could I be sorry about?” I thought. Nicole had crossed the line and her actions a few weeks ago were beyond anything I had ever done. “Was this meant for me? What would I apologize for?” I quickly responded before letting the anger that was brewing in me get the best of my message. I still needed that key back.

“For Jen. Seeing her that night really pissed me off again. I want to know you are really sorry for what you did” Nicole stated.

“Of course I am, Nicole. I was sorry the moment after it happened. I never wanted to see her again, especially on such a great day for us.” I responded as I bit my tongue.

Nicole’s only response was a like on my message. At this point I was fuming. I quickly responded with “And I assume you are going to apologize to me?”

“Nope” Nicole said. Followed by an image I should not have opened in public. It was Max’s cock draped over her forehead down to Nicole’s chin. His balls were the size two smooth cue balls resting on the tip of her head. I wanted to break my phone into a million pieces but before I did I texted Max “WTF Mate! Who do you think you are!”

Max responded quickly. “You know who I am bud. I can’t pass up free head, and Nicole has some of the best I’ve ever had. Look she’s been practicing on taking all of me in her throat.” With a picture of Nicole with 8 of his 9 inches of cock going down her throat. Nicole looked possessed staring directly into the camera. “Fuck you” was all I could get out. I was seeing red, but what I noticed was my steel cage was starting to become more visible in my gym shorts as my raging boner pressed to get out. Did a part of me like this?

Max responded with “Look mate, we are one of the same. You got your free head from Jen. Not the kind of girl I’d go for but to each their own. I just get mine from beautiful Nicole. Lol!” Was he really texting me with my “ex” girlfriend sucking his dick? Max added another message while I all the thoughts ran through my head. “Say you’re sorry.”

“For what Max? Fuck you!” I furiously typed.

“That’s twice you said that to me now say you are sorry for speaking to me like that or you will never get your key back.”

“Fuck” I thought “this asshole has my key?!” I swallowed my pride and said “I’m sorry for speaking to you like that. Now can I get that key back?”

“Good boy” popped up on my phone as a message from Nicole. About 30 minutes later Max had sent me a message. “That’s a start. I’m going to spend the rest of the week with Nicole. You know I’m a betting man, come over next week for some high stakes poker.”

The next week felt like a year. Saturday finally came and Max had texted me to come by at 8. I was so nervous, is it just Max? Are we playing poker with all our friends? Who all knows about this?” My mind was racing but I knew the only way to get the key back was to go over and meet Max. So I got into my car and made the trip over. When I arrived Max let me in and I wanted to punch him in the face, but before I could I noticed a familiar key draped around his neck. Max is taller than me at 6’5 and outweighs me by 30 lbs if I could snatch the key from him I would have pulled it off his neck.

The apartment was quiet, and I became a tad more relaxed as we walked in and no one else was there. “Did you expect anyone else?” Max said as I sighed in relief. “I’m not going to tell the rest of the guys bud don’t worry” he added. “Thank god” I thought. “So what’s the deal Max? I need that key back it’s been a long 2 months.”

Max laughed “I like it! Right to business. I thought we’d play a game of high stakes poker winner gets to keep the key.”

“Well, are you putting any skin in the game? I thought you liked to gamble?” I responded.

“Hmmm” Max thought. “You’re right, if you win I’ll leave Nicole alone for a year.”

“You’ll leave her alone forever.” I demanded. But Max just said “That’s not the deal bud. I’ll give you two some time to work things out but after that she’s fair game. I can’t pass up on that type of head forever. ”

At this point I just needed the key back, and peace of mind for a year without receiving pictures like that again sounded like a fair enough deal. “Deal.” I said as I stretched my hand out. Max grabbed it and squeezed tightly “Deal!”

We sat down and separated out the chips evenly. We began our game of head to head poker and were going back and forth for a few hands before Max broke the silence with “what’s that cage look like anyways?” I looked at my cards Ace/King off suit. “Shut up. I know you are just trying to get in my head. Raise!” I responded. Max peaked at his cards and said “I’ll Re raise 20, and the loser has to play the rest of the game standing with pants around their ankles.”

“Fine, Call!” I stated sternly. The Flop turned up Ace, 3, 7. I got my pair of Aces and felt pretty good. “Raise 20” I stated. Max called. The turn was a 9 I still felt confident in my high pair. “Check.” From me. Max looked at his cards again. “Let’s see the River. Check!” The final card was a Queen. And we both checked. I flipped over my high pair of Aces, and Max chuckled as he showed 3 queens. “Queens win! Funny how a queen is what we are playing for. Drop those pants!”

My blood began to boil. But a bet is a bet. I stood up and slid down my pants as Max pulled out some singles and threw a couple at me like a stripper. “HA!” He gasped as my steel cage presented itself to him. “My dick would never fit in a thing like that!” He shouted. “Holy shit!” He added on while slapping his knees with laughter. My cheeks were flush red as Max began to deal the next hand. I had to stay focussed if I wanted to win. Soon after the tides started shifting. I was winning hands, some big, and some small. Max’s stack began to dwindle. “You are getting lucky!” He shouted after losing a big hand. “I’m going to need my lucky charm… Baby!” He yelled out while looking over his shoulder.

Upon command his bedroom door opened and out came Nicole in a French maid costume. Her legs looked incredible and a French maid has always been my biggest fantasy. I tried to talk Nicole into it for last year’s Halloween costume. But she said it was too slutty. Now here she was in Max’s place with my fantasy lingerie on, and she was responding to “Baby?”

Nicole’s heels clicked as she walked over, and sat on Max’s lap. “Hi there.” She said to me as she sat down on Max’s lap. “What can I do for you, Daddy?” She said as she looked into Max’s eyes. “I need a drink.” Max requested. “Yes, daddy” Nicole responded as she stood up to get him a beer. “You want anything?” Max asked as he looked up at me with a grin. Although I wasn’t at all, my response was “I’m fine.” It was at this point I noticed I had been covering up my caged dick with one hand. Nicole came back with the drink in hand. She looked at me and said “Uncover yourself. I’ve already seen everything.” For some reason I listened to her right away and followed her command.

Max added some more instructions “Baby do that thing to my balls that I like.” I gulped and almost closed my eyes. “Yes, Daddy” Nicole added as she got between is legs. She began to bend over and expose her peachy bum to me as she slithered down Max’s chest. As I dealt the next hand I heard Max’s zipper and Nicole began to slurp. From my standing point of view I could only see Max’s hog laying across Nicole’s cheek as she gave his balls a good washing. Myers mouth was dry and my jaw was on the floor. Nicole had never spent a second sucking my balls. It wasn’t even something she would rub. I was jealous, angry, and as Max soon pointed out.. growing in my cage. “He looks like he likes it as much as I do.” Max laughed as he looked down at Nicole. And she let out a soft chuckle as she continued her task.

At this point I lost all concentration. I was making bad decisions calling when I should fold, raising when I shouldn’t. Max had taken complete control of the game and I was down to a small stack of chips. Max ended up putting me all in with a shitty pair of 8’s and my game was ruined. “VICTORY!!!” He shouted as he raised his necklace with my key on it. As he stood up his wet massive balls POPPED as they broke the suction of Nicole’s mouth. His massive cock flipped up and slammed on the table.

I was defeated, and visibly upset. “Double or nothing!” I said.

“Ha!” Max laughed “you just don’t know how to quit do you? There aren’t two keys or two locks, what are you putting up for double?” He stated.

“I’ll do whatever you want for buy in. Please just give me one more chance!” I pleaded.

Max began to think. He reached down and grabbed Nicole by the jaw guiding her to a standing position. “What do you think, Baby?” He asked. Nicole smiled a devilish grin as she looked over at me. She whispered in his ear and Max let out a big belly laugh.

Max settled down and said “Fine, but you’re not going to like what it takes to play again.”

“I’ll do whatever takes.” I presumptively agreed to the terms.

“Okay then…” Max said if you want another buy in you’ll need to take some direction from Nicole. She’s going to teach you how I like my nuts licked.” At this point Nicole broke out with laughter.

“I’m not doing that!” Shouted.

“That’s fine with me bud!” Max said “I’ll just keep this” as he dangled the key in my face.

“You’re sick. Both of you!” I shouted. As I threw the cards on the table in a temper tantrum. As Max put his arm around Nicole he said I could walk myself out.

“For how long?” I asked.

Max turned around with a smile. “ 5 minutes seems about right.”

“Whatever let’s get this over with.” I said with a tear in my eye.

“Nicole will help you bud she’s very good at it.” Max laughed. “Get on your knees” he stated. I dropped as soon as I was commanded. Nicole approached me and rubbed my hair back “Good boy” she added with a grin. Max began to approach me with his cock looking like an anaconda swaying back and forth with each step. Nicole bent down next to me and directed me to open wide. “He wants you to take ball in your mouth and gently suck it. Firm but not too hard.” Max picked his dick up and placed his left nut on my mouth. Like a vacuum it went slipped right in on top of my tongue.” Nicole laughed “Oh Myers God! He’s actually doing it. How pathetic!” She said as she locked eyes with Max. Nicole then leaned in and whispered to me “now flick it around with your tongue. Good boy.” I began to follow instructions at the snap of a finger. Max with his shaft in hand, dropped his full cock weight on my face. It felt like I had been slapped, and the force felt like it could make my nose bleed. Nicole said “Now go back and forth between his balls. Play it like a harmonica.” I began to really work, and Max’s dick would slap my cheeks as I went from side to side.” Nicole whispered. “Now you see why I will never quit this cock. See even you like it.” as she tugged on my caged dick that was pressing and oozing precum.

Then the alarm rang. 5 minutes was up. I don’t know why had gotten into me but I licked Max’s balls on last time before backing up. “Well that wasn’t half bad” Max said as he patted my head. “Let’s play!”

Hey, this is a story I have wanted to write for a while, and finally, I'm getting started with it. I have a lot of ideas for it, so I will try to post at least one chapter every two days (if I don't, punish me hehe). The start is loosely based on my real life, but the ideas I have for the story have not happened to me (yet). If you have any suggestions or feedback, feel free to write it in the comments or DM me. Chastity is not in the first chapters but will be added later so please stuck around until those chapters come out! Let's begin the story!

My friend Jenny and I are sitting next to each other in algebra class early in the morning. We are three weeks into the semester, and I am already ahead with all my work. Jenny is not in the same boat as me. She struggles a lot with algebra and has fallen behind. It doesn’t help that she was out partying the day before with some friends. As our professor goes through the PowerPoint, I can see how Jenny is struggling to stay awake.

I nudge her slightly to keep her awake and say, "Hey, how's it going? Late night yesterday?"

"Yeah, I was out with Katie until 3 a.m., and my stupid Uber canceled on me, so I had to walk home!"

"You should have called me. I could have picked you up," I said, even though I don’t have a car unless I borrow one from my parents, who live 30 minutes away from me.

Her face lit up as I said that, and I could almost hear the wheels turning in her head.

"You would do that for me? Like, come pick me up late at night when I’ve been out and then drop me off at home?" she asked, her tone light and teasing, as if daring me to say no.

Without thinking, I said yes, as I knew deep down inside I would do anything for her. She is my best friend and the best person I know.

Her grin widened at my answer. "You’re the best," she said, leaning her head against my shoulder dramatically. "You’re like my knight in shining armor—or, well, shining parents' car."

I laughed softly and nudged her off me. "Yeah, yeah. Just don’t make a habit of it, or I might start charging a fee."

The professor’s voice droned on in the background, and I noticed her notebook was still blank. Jenny wasn’t even pretending to take notes at this point; she was doodling little stars and flowers in the margins.

As class wrapped up, I was gathering my things when she turned to me with her trademark puppy-dog eyes.

"Hey," she began sweetly, and I immediately knew she was up to something.

"What do you want now?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at her but smiling all the same.

"Can I have your coffee?" she asked, pointing at the travel mug in my hand. "I’m dying over here, and I seriously need it to survive my next class."

"Jenny, this is the only thing keeping me alive too!" I protested, clutching the mug protectively.

"But you’re ahead on everything, Mr. Overachiever," she said, pouting. "You can afford to lose a little caffeine. Pleeeeease?"

I sighed, already knowing I was going to give in. "Fine. But you owe me."

She snatched the mug out of my hand with a triumphant smile. "Deal!"

After class, we went our separate ways since we had different schedules before lunch. I tried to focus in my next class, but my mind kept drifting back to Jenny—her smile, the way she always managed to rope me into her antics, and how I’d somehow ended up promising to be her late-night rescue service.

On a whim, I pulled out my phone and sent her a quick text:
Me: Hey, you want to grab lunch together?

I set my phone on the desk and waited for a reply, but none came. Maybe she was still in class or too tired to check her phone. I shrugged and went back to half-listening to my professor.

By the time my next class ended, I checked my phone again. Still no response. That was a little unusual for Jenny—she was usually quick to reply, even if it was just a string of emojis or a sarcastic remark.

The afternoon passed by in a blur of assignments and lectures, and before I knew it, it was evening. I was sitting at my desk, scrolling mindlessly through my notes when my phone buzzed.

Jenny: Hey, sorry for not responding earlier! I crashed right after class—guess I needed the sleep, lol.
Jenny: Anyway, want to come over? I could really use some help with homework. And… bring some energy drinks. We’re gonna need them.

I smiled at her message, shaking my head. Of course she was awake now, ready to tackle algebra when most people were winding down for the day.

Me: Sure, give me 20 minutes. But if I bring the drinks, you’re buying dinner.

Her reply came almost instantly.

Jenny: Deal. You’re a lifesaver!

I grabbed my bag, my keys, and a hoodie—it was chilly out—and made my way to the convenience store to pick up a couple of energy drinks. I couldn’t help but laugh at myself. Jenny had a way of making me do things I wouldn’t normally bother with, but somehow, it never felt like a chore.

The door slowly creaked open, and even thou Lyam couldn't see Lucas, he could imagine his reaction all too vividly. His roommate face distorted by disgust, his cute little brow arched up as his hazel eyes darted across his body, taking in the full depravity of his situation. The second ticks by, but no loathing sound came in Lyam direction, just a long and heavy silence.

Less distraught that he should have been, the bound boy felt his arousal rise to new high, the idea of his exposed body being on full display strangely alluring in this instant. As his heat kept rising up, he knew he needed to act before he brought the awkwardness of the scene to another level.

Taking a deep breath, he forced his vocal cords to create a sound, to at least break the stillness "Mhcns...?". The word, barely audible, proof of the effectiveness of his soggy brief, produced less sound than he did of droll, which rolled down quite heavily down his chin. None the less, it seems to have achieved the desired outcome, as Lucas started to mumble away :

"I... you... sorry !"

Without further explanation, the door slammed shut as his roommate fled to the living room, leaving him once again alone and so, so horny... Once again, he strained against his cuffs, the little lock tingling along to remind him of his vulnerability. Laying on the ground, completely exposed to the whims of his roommate... With a newfound vigor, Lyam once yielded to his lusting, his breath quickening as he approches climax. Lewd moans escaped his lips as the stimulation pushed him above his limit, his orgasm stronger than any he ever had. His mind and body exhausted from the ordeal, he gently drifted away into bliss.

As light started to gently glaze his face, Lyam woke up. Still half asleep, he stretched, his arm above his head before a little giggle reminded him of his predicament. His hands were still tied together with the little lock, and his guest stealing his voice was starting to overstay his welcome. A sudden wave of shame overcame the little one as memory of the prior night flooded him : his roommate, the overzealous climax...

"Whmt hm mhnhth ... ?" How could he see his hands ? They should have been bound behind his back... Furthermore, where did his blindfold go ?!

Once again seized with panic, he rose up, frantically looking around his room in search of the keys, with no success. Timidly, he reached for the door handle, pulling the door slowly to peak in the living room. Lucas was nowhere to be found, his shoes gone. After a minute with his ears attentive, Lyam stepped awkwardly in the living room hoping to find his key chain. A few steps in, he noticed a small box on the table along with a handwritten note.

"Dear Lyam,

I'm a bit sorry about what happened earlier, or at least I was.

After a little bit of time, I went back to your room to check on you, only to find one you had quite a fun time...

I took the liberty to make some change to your bindings and if you wish for the keys, then wear the little gift that I left you... I'm sure a pervert like you will love it <3

Don't forget to send me a picture, otherwise I won't tell you where I hid them ~

Your friend anew,

Lucas"

Despite the hindrance, his exasperation was clearly understandable. Weighing his option for a second, the little one open the black box with a bit of anticipation. If his roommate didn't threw him out or exposed him yet, perhaps he would have been reasonable... ?

Shock, disbelief and excitement all hit Lyam at the same time as his eyes lays down on the surprise content. On a little black cushion laid a small chastity cage, the smooth metal reflecting the ray of the sun piercing through the blinds. Awestruck for a second, Lyam reached out for the small contraption with too many though on his mind.

He had long pondered either or not to partake in these devices, roaming the different forums and blogs with a mix of envy and fear. It made things so cute, yet looked so restrictive that it was a bit scary. His heart still racing, he took a deep breath before looking back at the box, noticing the other items : a weird looking cylinder and a pair of keys. Picking up the small rod with his free hand, he noticed a keyhole at his end. The lock, if he understood correctly, was made of two parts : a longer rigid part, made to house a key, and a small bouncing one, maintained dislocated from the main part by a spring mechanism. The key must be the one to unlock it once it was slid into the cage.

Wishing out of his gag, Lyam slowly locked himself up. Taking the base ring, he swiftly secured it behind his balls, tucking them forward to ensure the best fit. Without missing a step, he brought down the small round cage, connecting it to the base before securing it with the lock, a little *click* sealing his penis fate for the short term. Taking a minute to observe himself, Lyam was pleased with the result : the small smooth cage made his private look really cute, shining like a jewel. He was really happy to have maintained a 'smooth body policy', as it makes the picture look even better.

His lust building up once again, he seized his phone, snapping a quick picture of his newfound friend before opening his chatbox, his finger hovering on Lucas name. After a second of standstill, he sends the picture, followed by a short message :

"Here ! I hope you're happy with it... Now tell me where are my keys !!"

Without missing a bit, his phone gently vibrated as the response came in.

"Look above the fridge~ I must say you look cute in it, almost natural <3"

Tossing his phone in embarrassment, he rushed to the fridge, retrieving the long awaited keys with great vigor. With haste, he unlocked his hand, embracing the newfound freedom before moving on to the gag. Letting the panel gag fall to the ground, he wasted no time to retrieve the boxer which made a wet sound as he ended into the sink.

"That's... better ..."

Now free from his bindings, he came back to the table, picking up the key before sliding it into the cage lock. Or that was the plan at least. No matter how much he tried, the poor lad couldn't manage to make it work. Confused, he picked up his phone one again to enquire his roommate about it.

"Oh, I never said these keys were for your cage you silly ~ I kept them with me eheh"

Before Lyam could respond with all his anger and fury, another message appeared. This time it was a picture of a flat chastity cage, nicely tucked in behind a flowery mesh panty.

"I gave you the key to my cage, making us cage sibling I guess >-< Oh I wish we were tonight already ~~"

Lyam was left there confused, sitting down on a nearby chair as he fumbles with the keys thoughtlessly.

The air was thick with anticipation as the guests gathered in the dimly lit room, their eyes gleaming with excitement. It was a special occasion, a monthly ritual that Stephen had come to both dread and desire. Three years of chastity had left him desperate for any form of release, and tonight, Samantha had something extraordinary planned.

Stephen, a tall and once proud man, now reduced to a quivering mess of submission, was positioned in the center of the room, his naked body on full display. His skin glistened with a thin layer of sweat, a testament to the anxiety and arousal coursing through him. A custom-made bench, designed for this very purpose, held him in place, his wrists and ankles bound tightly with leather straps. The restraints were a stark contrast to his pale skin, emphasizing his vulnerability.

A peculiar contraption adorned his mouth, a penis gag, its shape mimicking the real thing. The gag stretched his lips, making it impossible for him to speak, only allowing for muffled moans and whimpers. Above the gag, a black leather collar encircled his neck, a symbol of his ownership and submission. But the most intriguing device was hidden from his view. An anal hook, a cruel yet effective tool, was inserted deep into his ass, its curved ends spreading him open, exposing his most intimate parts. A thin rope connected the collar to the hook, ensuring he couldn't lower his gaze to witness his own degradation.

Samantha, a stunning woman with an air of dominance, stood before her bound husband, a satisfied smile on her lips. She wore a tight leather corset that accentuated her curves, her long legs covered in sheer stockings. In her hands, she held a remote control, the key to Stephen's impending pleasure and pain. Her five friends, a group of equally dominant women, surrounded her, their eyes hungry for the show about to unfold. And among them stood Jake, Samantha's bull, a muscular man with a smug grin, his presence a constant reminder of Stephen's cuckolded state.

As the guests chatted, Samantha approached the e-stim machine, a device designed to deliver electric stimulation to the body. She carefully attached wires to the metal chastity cage that encased Stephen's flaccid cock and balls, ensuring a secure connection. Another wire was connected to the anal hook, sending shivers down Stephen's spine as he anticipated the unknown sensations.

With a flick of her thumb, Samantha activated the machine. A low hum filled the room, and Stephen's body jerked as the first wave of electricity coursed through him. His cock, confined within the cage, twitched and pulsated, straining against its metal prison. The electric pulses sent waves of pleasure and pain directly to his prostate, and he couldn't help but moan around the gag, his eyes rolling back in his head.

Samantha adjusted the settings, increasing the intensity with each turn of the dial. Stephen's body trembled, his muscles clenching as the electricity stimulated his most sensitive areas. His cock began to leak pre-cum, slowly dripping into a glass jar placed beneath him, a visual representation of his helplessness. The guests roared with laughter, their amusement at his expense only adding to the humiliation.

For what felt like an eternity, Samantha played with her husband's body, controlling his pleasure with the push of a button. The relentless stimulation brought him closer and closer to the edge, but she denied him the release he so desperately craved. His cock throbbed, begging to be set free, but the cage kept it trapped, ensuring he couldn't touch himself.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, Samantha showed mercy. She turned off the machine, and the room fell silent as everyone watched, eager to see the results of her handiwork. Stephen's body convulsed, his cock twitching uncontrollably as the post-stimulation sensations coursed through him. A thick stream of cum shot from the tip of his cock, arcing through the air and landing in the jar with a wet, satisfying plop. The guests cheered and clapped, their eyes fixed on the creamy evidence of his orgasm.

But Samantha wasn't done yet. With a cruel smile, she cranked up the power on the e-stim machine, sending a jolt of electricity that made Stephen's body jerk violently. His cock, already spent, twitched painfully, and his balls tightened as if they might explode. The guests' laughter turned to gasps as they witnessed the extreme stimulation.

"Please, no more," Stephen's muffled plea was barely audible through the gag, but Samantha ignored his desperation. She kept her finger on the button, holding it there until she was satisfied that he had suffered enough.

The room fell silent once more, and Samantha finally released him from the electric torment. Stephen's body slumped, his muscles weak and trembling. The anal hook was removed, and he was allowed to lower his head, his eyes meeting the floor, unable to meet anyone's gaze.

"Now, my dear husband, it's time for your final task," Samantha said, her voice laced with authority. "You know the rules. Before I release you, you must please my bull."

Jake stepped forward, his cock already hard and straining against his pants. He wasted no time in freeing himself, his thick shaft springing to attention. Stephen, still bound and vulnerable, had no choice but to comply. He leaned forward, the penis gag sliding out of his mouth, and took Jake's cock between his lips.

The guests formed a circle around them, watching intently as Stephen sucked his rival's cock. Jake's hands gripped the back of Stephen's head, guiding him in a rough, passionate rhythm. Stephen's mouth worked diligently, his tongue swirling and sucking, his throat accepting Jake's length with practiced ease. The sound of wet, sloppy noises filled the room, a testament to Stephen's skill at this forced act.

Jake's breath grew ragged, his hips thrusting forward as he neared his climax. With a final, powerful thrust, he exploded in Stephen's mouth, his hot cum coating the inside of his throat. Stephen swallowed, his eyes watering from the sheer force of Jake's release. The guests cheered and whistled, their excitement palpable.

As Jake stepped back, satisfied, Samantha approached her husband with a leather belt in her hand. "And now, my friends, it's time for his punishment."

Each of the guests took turns, delivering ten hard strikes with the belt across Stephen's exposed ass. The sound of leather meeting flesh filled the room, accompanied by Stephen's pained grunts. His ass cheeks quickly turned a deep shade of red, each strike leaving a burning mark. The guests reveled in their power, enjoying the sight of his suffering.

Finally, the whipping came to an end, and Stephen was left panting, his body covered in sweat and marks of humiliation. Samantha released him from his bonds, and he collapsed to the floor, his body trembling from the intense experience.

"You've been a good boy, Stephen," Samantha said, her voice soft yet commanding. "Now, go clean yourself up. You've given us quite a show tonight."

The guests began to disperse, their hunger for humiliation and pleasure temporarily sated. Stephen, humiliated and drained, crawled away, his body aching and his mind reeling from the night's events. He knew that this was just the beginning, and the thought of what Samantha might have in store for him next both terrified and excited him.

As he retreated to the bathroom, the guests' laughter and whispers followed him, a constant reminder of his place in this world of cuckoldry and chastity. He knew that his submission was complete, and he couldn't wait to see what the next month would bring.

Nicole (25F) and I (27M) had been playing with chastity for over a year now. It all began in the last year of university when Nicole and I were in an on and off relationship. During one of our breaks I made the regrettable decision to get really drunk and go home with one of Nicole’s sorority sisters, Jen. Jen was the exact opposite of Nicole. Nicole is a runner with long tone legs and a perfect perky butt. She looks amazing in a sundress. On the other hand, Jen is on the heavier side, to put it nicely. Jen was really outgoing, direct, and pulled me aside at the bar. She had known Nicole and I were on a break and she said if I wanted a blowjob all I had to do was get in her Uber. Well I’ve never had it so easy and obliged.

Nicole knew that Jen and I were a one night thing. After a few months we were on again, and this time for good. Just with one rule: Id wear a chastity cage. If we ended up breaking up again Nicole would give me the key a month after so I didn’t do anything rash like last time.

Last New Years Eve Nicole and I spent alone at a swanky hotel. Nicole dressed in a black dress with a slit down the side exposing her perfect legs as she seemed to float in her red bottom heels. After dinner and a few drinks Nicole and I went back to our room around 11 o’clock. I unbuttoned my tux taking out the studs one at a time, and Nicole turned around and asked me to unzip her dress. The dress seemed to cling to each curve of her body as it fell to the floor eventually exposing a red set of lingerie. My mouth dropped to the floor as my cock pressed in its cage.

“Oh you like this?” Nicole asked playfully as she pressed her peachy bum into my caged predicament.

“Mmmhmm” I groaned as I went to lick her neck.

Nicole grabbed my chastity cage and began to unlock me. “Before I do I want you to know you have 1 hour until Dry January. Enjoy it because you won’t get anything else until Valentine’s Day. No cumming.” It was special we played until the fireworks went off, and then it was click

Fast forward to February of last year and it was the week before Valentines Day. Nicole had sent me a text.

“You’ve been such a good boy for Dry January staying locked and never asking for release. Give me a good Valentines Day and I will give you something you will never forget.” My cock pressed with all its might to be released, and I opened my laptop to begin planning.

Valentine’s Day was off to a great start. We went for a couples massage in the morning followed by a hot air balloon ride. Finally we capped the day off with a nice dinner with a beautiful rooftop view. It was a perfect day until Jen showed up with her date.

Nicole scoffed “Ughh your little girlfriend is her.” I quickly glanced back and turned around as quickly as possibly before making I contact. There was no fixing this and it totally ruined the mood. Nicole wouldn’t talk and pulled out her phone and began texting. Dinner felt like forever and waiting for the check felt like an eternity.

When we got back to the car I tried to explain to Nicole that I wanted today to be special for us and that Jen meant nothing to me. Surprisingly Nicole said “It’s fine, today was amazing.” On our drive home Nicole began to rub my thigh and talk about how pretty the view from the hot air balloon was. She said “You deserve something you’ll never forget. Tonight I’m going to give the most amazing blowjob there has ever been.” My cock jumped in its cage and Nicole noticed. Nicole grabbed its steel frame. “But first I need to return Mel’s earrings I borrowed last week. Can we stop there on the way home?”

Mel’s place wasn’t out of the way and it was a building I was familiar with. My fraternity brother Max held a poker game there a few weeks ago and Mel and Nicole would hang out at Mel’s place for a girls night. I pulled up and Nicole gave me a kiss on the cheek before reapplying her lipstick.

“I’ll be right back wait right here.” Nicole said as she got out and went into the building. A few minutes went by before I got a text from Nicole.

“Hey babe it’s going to be a little longer. Mel’s date stood her up tonight and she’s really upset. I’ll be down as soon as I can.”

“Well good thing Max lives here.” I thought as I pulled up his contact. I gave him a call and he didn’t answer. “That’s weird.” I questioned “Suey Max doesn’t have a valentines date. He’s always been a fuckboy.” I sent him a text but it went unread.

I started listening to a podcast and about an hour later the pod was wrapping up. I texted Nicole. “Everything okay?”

“Yes, coming down now!” She replied and a couple minutes later later she opened the door and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for being patient.” She said with a grin.

“You’re not going to give me a better kiss than that?” I said playfully. “I thought you’d never ask” she said with playful banter as she laid one on me. Swirling her tongue with mine I could taste wine and a hint of something else.

“Did you guys have a bottle of wine?” I asked while I whipped my lips. “Oh yeah Mel was going through it. We had some crackers and cheese she had prepared for her date that ditched her.” Nicole said before adding “What an asshole!”

Finally we were back at my place. Nicole directed me to get undressed and lay on the top of the bed sheets. “Thank you for a great day. Now It’s time for you to get what you deserve.”

Nicole stripped down in front of the bed revealing that same sexy set from New Years Eve. My cock ached and pressed in its steel cage as it oozed precum. “I know you won’t last very long after waiting all this time” Nicole taunted. “I want you to lick me until I come first.” As she mounted my face I could feel her juices glide across my chest. She was wetter than I have ever seen. I opened my watering mouth as she began to sit on my face and licked with intense passion. She was dripping and tasted more tart. Soon she began to come as she moaned on slid up to my nose.

Nicole dismounted and began to catch her breath. She reached down and grabbed my caged cock and began to unlock it. “Oh I almost forgot… I got you a gift as well!” Nicole said with a stern look as she pulled out her phone and stopped what she was doing with my cage. She scrolled over to her photo album and pointed the screen back at me. There was Max looking directly at me on the other side of the phone. The video began to play and Max said “Sup buddy happy Valentines Day” just before the camera flipped and there was Nicole in the same lingerie on her knees passionately, almost aggressively sucking his cock. I’ve never seen her suck my dick this way. It was sloppy, it was filled with licks and tricks, it was like a pornstar the way she took his balls into her mouth. I was furious! Before I could say anything Nicole was standing there fully dressed. She said “I told you I’d be giving the best blowjob there has ever been… just didn’t say your friend would get it.” I was speechless and angry but I was rock hard and leaking. “I bet Jen couldn’t do that!” Nicole mocked. “And you should really watch until the end Max put that 9 inch dick inside me and filled me up. Thanks for cleaning that mess up!” As she let out a laugh. Nicole grabbed her phone and before walking out said. “We agreed on a month before you get the key back, consider tomorrow day one… maybe you can win the key back at Max’s next poker game with the guys. He’ll keep it safe until then.”

Adam knelt down his cock throbbing in its metal prison and his mind racing. The thought of Dylan having sex with Becca and her enjoying it was making the Steelheart really bite into his balls.

Becca turned her attention to Dylan by stroking his cock, “I want this to be fun and exciting but I am not much into being fucked in a rough manner. You can work that monster in to me slowly or not at all.” 

“Of course, I want you to enjoy this…not be in pain. We will take this slow and easy but I promise you will have multiple orgasms before I have one!” With that he removed her bra, pushed her down on the bed, and slid her wet panties off.

“Open up” he said as he walked toward the corner of the room and Adam knew instinctually he was talking to him so he opened his mouth. “You can enjoy this while I enjoy your Princess.” Dylan stuffed Becca's soaked panties in Adam's mouth...gently tapping his chin to force it shut.

Becca had opened her legs and was swirling a finger around each nipple. Her mind was racing as Dylan walked back over to the bed.

Dylan first kissed Becca’s lips then let his mouth and tongue work their way down to her breast. He first nuzzled one nipple alternating between gentle bites and flicking it with his tongue the moved to the other. He had long since forgotten how wonderful a woman’s nipples were to suck on and he almost lost himself to his desire to admit he wanted to be Becca's submissive. After sucking on her nipples for a few minutes, he moved the head of his cock to the lips of Becca’s throbbing pussy.

“Please fuck me, Dylan. Becca said breathlessly.

“We are getting there.”

Adam’s heart was racing. He knew that within minutes Becca would have another man’s cock inside her. He was nervous, excited, and just about to have an orgasm inside his Steelheart. He took a few deep breaths to help stay focused. 

Dylan started by gently slipping his pre cum soaked head just inside Becca's pink puffy labia. He felt her tense up just a bit and simply whispered…relax. Slowly he went deeper. 

“Ohhhh…” Becca moaned and was surprised by the fact that she felt her body beginning to pulse deep in her groin and knew what that meant. Dylan continued sliding his cock inside her as she let waves of pleasure rage through her body with a massive orgasm. “Oh my god….that has never happened that quickly!”

Dylan could feel Becca’s vaginal muscles begin to contract and knew what that meant. All he did was continue letting his body weight push his cock deep inside her. As he got his cock inside her fully he felt her muscles grab his cock and start pulsing. “That is number one, Adam…did you like listening to that?” 

All Adam could do was smile through his gag and shake his head. 

Dylan started a slow, gentle, and rhythmic flow in and out of Becca's pussy. It was incredibly warm, wet, and very pleasingly tight. It had been a long time since he felt anything as tight around his cock. Within a few minutes, Becca was having yet another orgasm. “Damn…that is incredible!” She screamed. 

“Cum inside me now” she demanded surprised at how quickly her dominant side had come out. 

Dylan increased his pace and let out a long growling moan as massive amounts of cum deep inside Becca. His cock pulsed 5 or 6 times each one forcing more cum into her. As he pulled out of her, his cock still a rigid as a steel post: “Put your hand over it" Becca said with a giggling grin…"you don’t want to lose any and deprive Adam."

Dylan stood up and went to the corner. “Shall we let him see what he is getting?” 

“Absolutely…take off everything except his cage right now.” Becca said trying desperately to keep all of Dylan’s cum inside her.

With cum dripping down his leg, Dylan quickly removed the collar, the blindfold, and then the hood. Adam was shocked at what was staring him in the face. “You have some cleaning up to do” with that Dylan put a finger under Adam’s chin, pulled the panties out of his mouth, and guided him to Becca’s still pulsing cum filled cunt. “Start right here.”

Adam could smell Becca’s cum mingled in with Dylan’s He had learned to love the taste of his own cum but wasn’t sure about eating another man’s 

“What are you waiting on, my Love” Becca said. “I know this is something you have fantasized about for some time... so it is time to make fantasy....a reality!” 

Adam closed his eyes and placed his tongue on Becca’s full wet pussy. The scent and taste was overwhelmingly more powerful than he ever imagined. He slowly licked the entire length of Becca’s swollen labia swallowing often. “It seems like you are enjoying this, my Love.” 

Adam simply grunted yes as he continued letting his tongue dive deep inside Becca’s overflowing pussy. When she was satisfied she was clean, and after having two more orgasms from Adam’s intense cleaning, she looked up and saw Dylan patiently waiting beside the bed. His enormous dick still glistening with their combined juices. 

“Now, be a good husband and take care of our guest.” 

Adam turned on the bed and found himself staring at 8” of cock. He opened his mouth and slowly started licking cum off the head. 

“That’s it, Adam. Lick every bit of Becca’s juices and my cum off of my cock. Make sure it is clean…your cute little ass is next", Dylan said in a firm but relaxed voice.

As he was directing Adam’s head back toward Becca’s groin when he was satisfied he was clean, “Do you have any lube in here? I can’t resist this ass much longer…if you say it is okay.” Dylan asked. 

“In the drawer right there” Becca said pointing to the night stand. Adam was already licking her again and she was rapidly approaching another orgasm. “You can do whatever you want except take off his cage right now.” Adam whimpered but continued licking. 

Dylan found the lube he wanted, lathered his cock in it and took his slickened hand and started working one finger in Adam’s ass. One quickly became two. Two became four and then his entire fist slid into Adam. “Are you sure you want this, Adam? Don’t stop what you are doing. Your Princess should have 3 or 4 more orgasms before I am done here, understand?”

“Yes, please” Adam said while continuing to lick Becca’s wonderful womanhood...still oozing cum.

Dylan removed his hand and placed the head of his cock against Adam’s hole. Again, as with Becca, he started out slowly and gently. He had not seen any dildos yet and wasn’t sure if they played with anything as big as his cock. After a few strokes, Dylan looked at Becca and smiled. She was looking down at Adam then back up to Dylan with a broad smile on her face. “How hard can I go with him?” 

Aggravated that Dylan asked, “I have already told you, do whatever you want with him. Do you not listen either?” Dylan smiled. He knew he would be her sub before the night was over and then drove all 8” deep into Adam’s ass.

Steve arrived home, his mind swirling with thoughts of the previous night. Stripping off his clothes, he sat down at his desk, determined to focus on his online marketing job. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t concentrate. His thoughts kept drifting back to Allison, the latex suit, and the collar around his neck.

Time seemed to blur until he glanced at the clock—it was 4:58. Panic surged through him as he realized how close he was to being late. Without wasting a second, Steve jumped out of his chair and bolted out the door, still clad only in the latex suit and collar.

Arriving breathless at Allison’s doorstep, he knocked. The door opened, and she stood there, arms crossed and a sly smile on her lips. Her eyes traveled over his latex-covered form.

"You don’t have your clothes," she observed, clearly amused. "That’s great. Come with me to the basement."

Steve nodded, his cheeks flushing as he followed her down the familiar steps. Each step heightened his anticipation and anxiety, unsure of what Allison had planned for him next.

As soon as they reached the basement, Allison wasted no time. She grabbed a pair of handcuffs and secured Steve's arms tightly behind his back. His heart raced as he stood there, restrained and vulnerable, the latex suit clinging to his body.

"You handled the 5-inch so well last time," Allison said with a smirk, picking up a larger, 7-inch strap-on. "Let’s see how you handle this."

She positioned herself in front of him and began pushing the strap-on into his mouth. Steve gagged slightly but adjusted, trying his best to accommodate the larger size. Once she was satisfied with his efforts, Allison moved behind him, spreading his legs and entering him without hesitation.

The relentless rhythm of her movements left Steve breathless, her dominance overwhelming. She alternated between thrusting into him and slapping his ass, the sharp stings adding to the intensity of the experience. Steve’s muffled moans filled the room, and his arousal built uncontrollably despite the chastity cage.

"I’m going to cum, Mistress," Steve managed to gasp between thrusts, his body trembling.

Allison smirked, continuing her movements without pause. "Then cum," she commanded, her voice firm and unyielding.

Moments later, Steve reached his peak, his release spilling out and pooling on the latex-covered floor. He panted heavily, his body shaking from the intensity.

Allison stepped back, removing the strap-on and gesturing toward the mess he had made. "Now, lick up your cum," she ordered, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Steve hesitated for a brief moment before lowering himself to the floor. He was surprised by the size of the puddle, but obediently extended his tongue, licking up every drop as Allison watched.

When he finished, she smiled, a mixture of satisfaction and amusement in her expression. "Good boy," she said. "Now, let’s see if you’ve truly learned to follow my commands."

After Steve finished cleaning the floor to Allison’s satisfaction, she stepped forward and unlocked the collar around his neck. The cool air against his skin where the leather had been felt strange, but her commanding presence kept him focused.

"Now, get out of the suit," she ordered, standing back with her arms crossed.

Steve obeyed, carefully peeling off the latex catsuit, the material clinging to his sweat-dampened skin as he removed it. Once he was completely naked, save for the chastity cage still securely in place, Allison motioned toward the bed.

"Lie down," she said, her voice firm.

Steve complied, lying on the latex-covered bed as instructed. Allison wasted no time securing his wrists and ankles to the bedposts with restraints. Once he was completely immobilized, she stood over him, a satisfied smirk on her face.

"Now you’re exactly where I want you," she said, her tone laced with amusement. "Let’s see how much more you can handle."

Steve woke up groggily, the events of the previous night still fresh in his mind. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he noticed a box on the table beside him, a note attached. It simply read:

"Take me to the bathroom."

Curious and a bit nervous, Steve picked up the box and headed to the bathroom. Once inside, he opened it to find shaving cream, a razor, and another note:

"Shave every hair on your body except for your hair and eyebrows."

Steve hesitated for a moment, but he knew better than to disobey Allison. He took his time, carefully shaving his chest, arms, legs, and everything else. When he was finished, his skin felt smooth and strange to the touch, a new level of vulnerability washing over him.

Leaving the bathroom, he found Allison waiting for him in her striking red catsuit, her arms crossed and a look of satisfaction on her face. She stepped closer, inspecting his freshly shaved body with a discerning eye.

"Well done," she said with a smirk. "You followed instructions perfectly. Now, it’s time for you to go home. It’s your last day before the weekend."

Steve blinked, confused. "But I don’t have any clothes," he said.

Allison’s smirk widened. "Don’t worry, I’ve picked something out for you."

She led him back to the dungeon, where an outfit was neatly laid out on the bed. It was unlike anything he had ever worn before: pink latex underwear, socks, and leggings; a black skirt; a white blouse with a black tie; pink combat boots; and, to top it all off, a long pink wig.

"Put everything on and go home," she instructed, her tone firm but amused. "And don’t forget—come back at 5 sharp."

Steve nodded, resigned to his fate. He carefully dressed in the outfit, the tight latex and soft fabrics feeling both humiliating and strangely exciting. Once fully dressed, he slipped on the wig and adjusted it in the mirror.

Allison gave him an approving nod. "You’ll be a sight to see," she said with a chuckle. "Now go."

Blushing furiously, Steve left the house, the unique outfit making every step feel like a new form of submission. As he walked home, he couldn’t help but anticipate what the evening might bring.

Steve had managed to get some work done during the day, wrapping up around 3 p.m. With time to spare before heading back to Allison’s, he tried to relax, though a mix of anticipation and nervousness gnawed at him. Deciding to take a nap to recharge, he drifted off, only to be jolted awake by the sensation of a hand covering his mouth and nose.

His eyes snapped open to see Allison leaning over him, her expression both stern and amused. "Oh, look who’s finally up," she said. "It’s 5:45. You’re 45 minutes late."

Steve’s heart sank as her words registered. Before he could respond, she continued, "What will I do with you? Let’s go home, and I’ll deal with you there."

Without another word, she took him by the wrist and led him back to her house. Once inside the dungeon, Allison instructed Steve to strip down to his leggings and underwear. She then guided him onto a padded bench, strapping him securely on his back.

Lowering the waistband of his leggings and underwear, Allison revealed the chastity cage still in place. "Since you’re late, we’re going to have some fun," she said, a sly smile playing on her lips.

She brought out two machines, one designed for his mouth and the other for his ass. She set them up with precision, sliding a condom over the chastity cage before turning the machines on. The relentless thrusting from both ends left Steve moaning uncontrollably, the mix of pleasure and submission overwhelming him.

Hours passed as the machines worked him over. His body trembled as he experienced multiple orgasms, the condom on the chastity cage gradually filling with his release. Despite the exhaustion and overstimulation, he couldn’t help but feel a twisted satisfaction from the experience.

Finally, Allison stopped the machines and removed them. She slid the condom off the chastity cage, holding it up in front of Steve’s face. "You’ve made quite the mess," she said. "Now, let’s clean it up."

She pulled his underwear and leggings back up before unstrapping him from the bench. "On your knees," she commanded.

Steve obeyed, kneeling before her. Allison handed him the condom, her gaze unwavering. "Empty it into your mouth," she said.

Steve hesitated for only a moment before doing as instructed, the salty taste and humiliation leaving him flushed. As he finished, Allison smirked. "Good boy," she said. "Now, maybe you’ll remember to be on time next time."

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The days were passing agonizingly slowly. My goddess had all but forbidden me from wearing clothes around the house, and she was tantalizingly naked herself most of the time. Her perfect body was torture for me, and she knew it all too well. She was behaving far more provocatively than usual, finding any excuse to show her assets.

I was a mess. Precum dripped from the tip of my cage constantly, and I would try to get my fingers and tongue on her at every opportunity. For the first few days she allowed me to worship her without limit, my hands squeezing and groping while I licked her to climax on an almost hourly basis. But this wasn't to last; her labia, blushing and swollen from my near-constant attention, were beginning to become chafed, so she decided that what I needed was some discipline and training while she recovered.

"How am I going to show you off to others if you can't even control yourself around me?" she teased, as I knelt in front of her as ordered. "You need to learn that my pleasure is your reward, and comes at your expense."

She ordered me to stand, and she pressed her body against mine. My cage pressed against her stomach. My glans, swollen and bulging between the bars, brushed against her smooth skin as she held me, leaving a wet streak of precum. She looked me up and down, and laughed.

"Wow, you really are an undisciplined wreck," she mocked, bringing a hand up to cup my balls. "Tell me, what will you do for me?"

"Anything, goddess" I panted. "I would do anything you ask."

"Even if you would receive no reward or release for it?" she taunted. Her tone was laced with playful mischief, and I had a lump in my throat about where this could be heading.

"Yes, goddess. My body and soul belongs to you and you alone. Do with me as you wish." Saying it out loud made my arousal all the more painfully intense.

"I'm going to hold you to that." Her words were foreboding. "You've grown too complacent about sating your sexual urges with my body while you're supposed to be languishing in captivity, and I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you for that." I stammered, trying to find words or an excuse.

"Until the party you will not be allowed to touch me sexually, or see my naked body. You've gotten too used to accessing me whenever you want, and it's made you greedy." I was aghast. This was the last thing I wanted!

She was true to her word; I didn't see her in anything less than her underwear for the next few days, and she forbade my wandering hands. My only vicarious pleasure through her was when she got herself off daily in front of me, but even that was via a vibrator and she used it on herself thru her clothes.

It didn't make my arousal any less intense; she was just as erotic in a baggy nightgown as she was in a skimpy outfit, and I watched, throbbing and frustrated, as she moaned my name and shuddered on the vibrator.

"God I miss your tongue" she would moan, taunting me. "Tell me what you'll do to me once you're unlocked again." I knelt there, describing in detail how I would take her, worship her, fill her, and leave us both spent, as she used my words to fuel her own climax.

If anything this was more tantalizing than getting to pleasure her myself; I didn't get to feel her soft, warm flesh, or taste her sweet pussy. All I could do was count down the days until the party, and occasionally spend some time looking at the lewd photos of her I have saved on my phone. A pale comparison to the real deal.

This didn't stop her from manhandling my own vulnerable body though. She kept my neck, chest, and upper back absolutely peppered in hickeys, and my nipples were toyed with frequently. During our marriage I had learned how many erogenous zones the human body actually had, and she had every one of mine burning for her.

The day of the party finally arrived. I parked my car at the party venue, and opened the passenger door for my goddess. We were both dressed immaculately. I was in a three-piece suit, and she was in a fairly slinky yet tastefully dated dress that looked straight out of the roaring 20's. She had not allowed me to watch her get dressed, so I had a feeling she was wearing something even more tantalizing underneath it.

She carried a bag with our change of clothes and supplies in it. I had no idea what toys she was bringing with her, nor did I know what I would be wearing during our adventure.

I tugged uncomfortably at my trousers, the slim tailored cut showing the bulge of my chastity cage. Each step dragged the fabric tantalizingly over the exposed flesh between the bars of my cage, and a small wet spot of precum had soaked through.

The party was at Ella's home, and she greeted us outside and checked with us briefly about what our boundaries and comfort level was, and she made sure we were all on the same page with regards to the upcoming festivities. Despite our strict monogamy, we were both completely okay with the idea of exhibitionism for the others, which is exactly what we had agreed on.

Ella led us into the main room, and announced us as "The guest of honor, and her property." Hearing someone refer to us by our roles like that was exciting and embarrassing, my face turned red and I couldn't bring myself to make eye contact with anyone.

There were at least 20 people there. The outfits ranged from formal like us, to fetish gear that we couldn't even name. Apparently everyone had been told about us, and our inexperience in the lifestyle, and the vibe was warm, respectful, and welcoming. We were greeted with cheers and applause, and we were immediately offered refreshments by a man who was very obviously in a similar predicament to myself.

After a while making polite introductions and familiarizing ourselves, the formality of the event began to fade. Some of the guests were "mingling" a bit more than they had been, and it appeared that some people were starting to find partners to pair off with.

My wife had a hushed discussion with Ella, and they seemed to agree on something. My wife then walked over to me. "Time to show you off." she announced, unzipped my fly, and pulled my caged cock and balls out into the open air.

There was a murmur of approval from the gathering as I stood there, flushed red and shaking, my aching, caged cock exposed and leaking for all to see. I instinctively reached to cover myself, but caught myself and instead just put my hands behind my back and tried to hold myself with as much dignity as I could, given the circumstances.

The indignity of standing in front of a crowd of horny people, emasculated in a cage, while wearing one of my finest suits was thrilling. But the best part was seeing how proud my goddess was to be showing me off.

Ella had apparently told her to introduce ourselves, and my wife had decided to list sexual facts about me like she was sharing performance numbers at a car show; she discussed my penis size, how long it had been since I had been allowed release, how long we had been playing around with chastity, and even told them about my moments of defiance during our play.

She was behind me during this whole speech, so I didn't realize that she had been disrobing. I had kind of zoned out from my self-conscious arousal until I heard her say "... and he's been waiting days for this moment." I looked up from the floor.

My goddess stood before me, wearing what I suppose was technically considered lingerie, but it covered nothing. Her panties merely framed her pussy in frilly lace, and her bra merely cupped her breasts from below. I could tell she was as horny as I was; I could see the goosebumps on her skin, her face, upper chest, and labia were flushed and blushing, and her face wordlessly communicated her desire.

I couldn't contain myself at the sight. I moaned out to her, my cage visibly bobbing as I throbbed and leaked. My goddess, my every desire was right there, for the first time in days, and I needed her.

She wordlessly pointed to the floor, and I knelt down in front of her. She approached me and pulled me to her, burying my face against her bosom, entwining her fingers in my hair, and brushing her leg against my cage. My cries were muffled against her.

She undid my shirt down to the navel and pulled it, my jacket, and my vest all the way down until they were basically acting as a restraint around my arms and abdomen, revealing my vast array of deeply-bruised hickeys covering my neck, shoulders, and collarbone. She purposefully left my tie loosely around my neck, holding it like a leash as she circled me and showed me off.

"He might be impetuous and disobedient at times, but I'll show you one of the reasons he's mine." she announced, and talked back around in front of me. She grabbed my hair again, and even before she pulled me against her, I knew my duty.

I immediately plunged my tongue between her folds, circling in towards her most sensitive places. She was absolutely soaking wet as I teased her inner labia, not yet touching her clitoris directly. She keened and pulled me tighter, and I wrapped my mouth around her, beginning to draw her soft, sensitive flesh into my mouth slightly as I kept getting closer to her clit.

I hummed in contentment as I finally prodded her swollen bud, the vibrations and contact making her shudder above me. I couldn't bring my arms up to touch her as they were still loosely restrained by my clothes, but as I bought my tongue flat against her and dragged it across, I could feel her clenching from the stimulation. She was already close.

I closed my mouth down until I had my lips wrapped around just her clit, and sucked hard. She keened louder, and I felt her nectar soaking my beard and she approached her first climax of the evening. I ramped up the intensity of my tongue action on her now-captive clit, and she bucked as her orgasm washed over her.

She made an effort to stay standing, but her knees gave out from the intensity of her orgasm as I had expected, and, my being restrained, I couldn't hold her upright. She sank down to her knees against me, her face coming to rest against my chest as she shuddered. I brought my face down to hers, nuzzling against her, and she immediately looked up at me and pulled me into a clumsy, sloppy, and passionate kiss.

We could hear the throng of onlookers cheering us on as we continued our kiss, her spasms fading away as her orgasm reached its conclusion. She laid her cheek on my chest and looked up at me, beaming with contentment. "I love you" she said, quietly, just for us. "I love you too, goddess."

The party moved on from us, others taking the spotlight and engaging in all manner of delightful debauchery. It seemed like we might not be the only monogamous exhibitionists there, as we met another couple that had been coming for a while that had a similar arrangement to ours.

My wife had sat down in a comfortable chair and was sipping a drink, and I was sitting on the floor next to her, naked except for my cage now. My beard was still wet with her juices, and I was aching for my own release.

I didn't know if I was going to get relief at the party, or even afterwards, and the uncertainty made the minutes tick by. My wife could tell I was anxious, so she quietly checked in on me. I gave her a thumbs-up, and whispered "I'm fine, just needy." She laughed and put her hand under my chin. "I haven't decided if you should cum yet" she teased. "You did do a good job earlier, so maybe I'll consider time off for good behavior." I couldn't help but whimper slightly as she toyed with the key dangling between her breasts.

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Steve’s eyes fluttered open, his body feeling strangely constricted. The smooth, familiar sensation of latex pressed against his skin, and as he tried to move, he realized he was restrained. His arms and legs were bound to a latex-covered bed, and the gag in his mouth muffled his startled attempts to speak.

Standing over him was Allison, her arms crossed and an expression of calm dominance on her face. She slowly sat down on his chest, her gaze piercing as she reached down to remove the gag.

"Well, Steve," she said, her voice icy yet calm, "care to explain yourself?"

Steve’s mind raced, and instinct took over. "I’m sorry, Mistress," he said, his voice trembling. "I’ll accept whatever punishment you think I deserve."

Allison raised an eyebrow, intrigued but not surprised by his response. "Go on," she said, her tone firm.

Steve swallowed hard and began to explain. "I... I didn’t mean to invade your privacy. When the alarm went off, I went inside to check on your house. That’s when I noticed the basement window was open. I went down to make sure everything was okay, but I... I found your secret."

He paused, his cheeks burning with shame. "I didn’t know what came over me. The suit, the setup—it all fascinated me. I couldn’t resist trying it on, and I... I got carried away. I thought I could just borrow it and return it before you got back. I’m so sorry, Mistress. I never meant to disrespect you."

Allison listened silently, her expression unreadable. When he finished, she leaned in closer, her face mere inches from his. "So, you found my secret and decided to indulge yourself in it, without permission," she said slowly, her voice laced with authority.

Steve nodded, his voice barely a whisper. "Yes, Mistress. I was wrong, and I’ll accept whatever punishment you think I deserve."

Allison smirked slightly, her dominant presence filling the room. "Good," she said. "Because you’re going to learn the hard way what happens when someone crosses boundaries in my world."

Steve’s heart raced as he realized he had just stepped into a world far beyond anything he had imagined, and there was no turning back now.

Allison wordlessly placed the gag back into Steve's mouth, securing it tightly before slipping a blindfold over his eyes. The world went dark for Steve, his senses heightening as he lay restrained on the latex-covered bed. He could feel the slick material against his skin, the tension of the restraints keeping him in place.

Minutes felt like hours, and he had no sense of what was happening around him. Suddenly, a cold sensation jolted him. Something icy and firm was being inserted over his penis, making him squirm against the restraints. The cold gradually warmed against his skin, leaving him both confused and aroused.

After what felt like an eternity, the gag and blindfold were removed in one fluid motion. Blinking against the light, Steve’s vision cleared to reveal Allison standing beside him. She was dressed in a striking red catsuit that hugged every curve of her body, paired with sleek black high heels that added to her commanding presence.

His eyes traveled downward, and he noticed a black strap-on harnessed around her waist, the five-inch length gleaming under the light. She smirked at his reaction, her dominance radiating from her every movement.

Without a word, Allison climbed onto the bed, positioning herself over his restrained form. She grabbed the back of his head, guiding it toward her.

"You wanted to explore this world, Steve," she said, her voice a mix of amusement and authority. "Now, you’ll learn what it means to submit."

She began pushing the strap-on into his mouth, slowly at first, but her movements quickly became more assertive. Steve gagged slightly but did his best to comply, his heart racing with a mix of fear, excitement, and submission.

Allison maintained eye contact, her gaze unwavering as she controlled the pace, asserting her dominance fully. For Steve, this was no longer just an exploration—it was a lesson in surrender, one he would never forget.

Allison pulled the strap-on from Steve’s throat, smirking down at him. "Now, it’s time for your ass," she said with a teasing lilt in her voice. Without waiting for a response, she adjusted herself and positioned the strap-on.

The relentless session that followed left Steve breathless, his body overwhelmed by the mix of pleasure and pain as Allison took complete control. She maintained her dominance, her movements calculated and firm. After what felt like an eternity, she finally stopped, leaving him panting and vulnerable.

Allison removed her strap-on and tossed it aside before climbing onto the bed, positioning herself over his face. "Lick until I cum," she commanded, gripping his head and pulling him toward her.

Steve obeyed without hesitation, his tongue exploring her with eager desperation. Allison moaned softly, grinding against him as his efforts intensified. Finally, with a shuddering cry, she climaxed, leaving Steve drenched and gasping for air.

Satisfied, Allison stood up, her expression cold but amused. She leaned over him, unbuckling the restraints with practiced ease. "Get up," she ordered.

Steve, now free but unsure of what to do, looked up at her. Allison pointed to the small jail cell in the corner of the room. "Go in there Falloing him and locking the door behind him . Good night, slut," she said with a smirk, walking away without another glance.

Steve, now consumed by submission, did as he was told. He shuffled to the cell, stepped inside, and locked the door with trembling hands. As he sat on the cold floor, his mind raced.

Feeling his arousal building again, he instinctively reached down to relieve himself, only to be met with the unyielding metal of a chastity cage. Shocked and frustrated, he realized Allison had placed it on him during his time blindfolded.

Desperate and aching, Steve slumped against the bars of the cell, his need for release growing stronger by the second. The sound of Allison’s heels clicking on the floor faded as she disappeared upstairs, leaving him alone in the dimly lit basement.

For Steve, the night was far from over.

Steve slept fitfully on the cold floor of the cell, the weight of the chastity cage and the latex suit keeping him in a constant state of discomfort and arousal. The sound of heels clicking against the floor woke him abruptly. He looked up groggily to see Allison standing over him, her presence as commanding as ever.

"Time for you to go home," she said, unlocking the cell door. "Put your clothes on, and I expect you back here at 5 p.m. sharp."

Steve nodded obediently and reached up to unzip the hood of the catsuit, but before he could remove it, a sharp crack echoed through the room. Allison had struck his exposed ass with a whip, making him yelp in surprise.

"I didn’t tell you to remove your suit," she said sternly, her tone cold and unforgiving. "You’ll only do what I tell you, nothing more."

To reinforce her authority, Allison took a leather collar from her pocket and fastened it securely around Steve’s neck. She clicked a small lock into place, ensuring he couldn’t remove it. "This is to remind you of your place," she said, her lips curling into a smirk.

She handed him his clothes, watching as he carefully put them on over the latex suit. The tight material clung to his body underneath, a constant reminder of Allison’s control. Once he was dressed, she led him to the door.

"Don’t forget," she said as he stepped outside. "5 p.m. sharp. Don’t be late, or there will be consequences."

Steve nodded, his face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. He walked home, the collar around his neck hidden but its presence impossible to ignore. Each step was a reminder of the control Allison now had over him, and the thought made his anticipation for the evening grow even stronger.

After Steve had slipped into the latex catsuit, he couldn't resist admiring himself in the full-length mirror. The material clung to his body perfectly, glistening under the faint basement light. The forbidden thrill of wearing something so provocative, in such a secretive place, overtook him. His hands roamed over the smooth surface, and soon his arousal took control.

Unable to hold back, he began pleasuring himself, the excitement of the moment pushing him further. As he climaxed, he unintentionally sprayed the mirror, leaving it marked with his release. Reality quickly sank in, and Steve felt a mix of shame and panic as he looked at the mess he had made.

Determined to clean it up, he searched the basement for paper towels or anything he could use. But despite rummaging through cabinets and drawers, he came up empty-handed. Desperate to erase the evidence, Steve made a bold decision—he leaned in and licked the mirror clean, shuddering as he did so. The act left him breathless and flushed.

Once the mirror was spotless, he carefully removed the catsuit, making sure not to leave any traces of his escapade. He placed it back on the rack exactly as he had found it, smoothing out any creases. With trembling hands, he slipped back into his nightgown, reactivated the alarm system, and left the house.

Back in the safety of his own home, Steve crawled into bed, his heart still racing. As he lay there, staring at the ceiling, he couldn’t help but replay the events of the night in his mind. A mix of guilt and exhilaration washed over him before exhaustion finally pulled him into a restless sleep.

Steve couldn’t shake the memory of the catsuit. It clung to his thoughts like the latex had clung to his body. His attempts to focus on work were futile, the allure of the basement and its hidden treasures too powerful to ignore. Finally, he convinced himself it would be harmless to borrow the suit—he would return it before Allison came back.

That evening, Steve made his way back to her house. With the alarm code still fresh in his mind, he entered without hesitation. Descending into the basement, his heart raced as he approached the rack. He reached for the same catsuit but paused when he noticed a box beneath it. Curiosity got the better of him, and he opened it.

Inside, he found an array of additional items: toe socks, gloves, a hood, and an intricate body harness. Steve’s excitement soared. He grabbed the catsuit and the box, hurriedly gathering everything before heading back to his house.

Once home, he couldn’t wait any longer. He slipped into the catsuit again, this time completing the ensemble with the gloves, toe socks, and hood. Finally, he buckled the harness over it all, admiring the way it accentuated the sleek material. The forbidden thrill surged through him as he indulged in his fantasies, losing himself in the moment.

After climaxing, Steve felt a deep sense of relaxation wash over him. The tension that had clouded his mind was gone, and for the first time in days, he was able to focus. Sitting at his desk, he dove into his work with newfound clarity and energy.

By the time he finished, hours had passed, and his productivity amazed even him. So absorbed in his tasks, Steve didn’t even notice the suit he was still wearing beneath his clothes, a secret reminder of the night’s forbidden adventure.

After a productive day at work, Steve closed his laptop and lay on his bed. The lingering thrill of the previous night’s adventure filled his mind, and he couldn’t resist indulging himself once more. With the memory of the suit still fresh, he masturbated again, releasing his tension before drifting into a deep, satisfied sleep.

The next day followed a similar rhythm. Steve completed his work with an almost unnatural focus, the memory of the suit driving him forward. As the day ended, he decided it was time to return everything. Carefully, he washed the catsuit and all the accessories, ensuring they were as pristine as when he had found them.

Under the cover of evening, he returned to Allison’s house, slipping inside and quietly placing everything back where it belonged. He took a moment to make sure everything was just as he had found it, then reactivated the alarm and left.

Back home, Steve felt a strange mix of relief and nostalgia as he settled onto the couch. Turning on the TV, he let himself get lost in the comforting glow of the screen, the events of the past few days now a thrilling secret he would carry with him. Steve was startled by the unexpected knock at his door. When he answered, Allison stood there, smiling warmly.

"Hey, Steve," she said casually. "Thanks for watching my place while I was gone. Care to join me for a drink? I’d love to catch up."

Caught off guard but not wanting to seem rude, Steve agreed. "Sure, give me a second."

Moments later, the two were sitting in Allison’s living room. The cozy atmosphere made Steve relax a little as she handed him a glass of red wine. He took a sip, feeling the velvety taste on his tongue.

They chatted lightly at first, but after Steve finished his glass, Allison stood and picked up the remote. Without a word, she turned on the TV. To Steve’s horror, the screen displayed security footage—of him in her basement, wearing her catsuit, rummaging through her belongings, and pleasuring himself.

Steve’s face turned pale as he stammered, "Allison... I-I can explain—"

But before he could finish, his words began to slur, his vision blurred, and his body felt heavy. He tried to stand, but his legs gave out. The room spun as he slumped back into the couch, consciousness slipping away.

The last thing he saw was Allison standing over him, her expression unreadable as she said softly, "Don’t worry, Steve. We’ll talk when you wake up."

The neighbor with a secret part 1 (Chastity will be added in the later part's)

Steve had always been a bit of a night owl, and when his neighbor, Allison, asked him to watch her house while she went on vacation, he didn't hesitate. It was the kind of favor he enjoyed—quiet, uneventful, with nothing but the occasional check-in to make sure everything was fine. But that night, the usual calm was shattered.

Around 3 a.m., Steve was jolted awake by the loud blare of the alarm system blaring from next door. His heart raced as he scrambled out of bed, throwing on his nightgown. It wasn’t typical for alarms to go off, and he wasn’t about to let it slide. Quickly, he rushed over to Allison’s house.

Inside, he found the usual chaos that followed an alarm—lights flashing, a faint beep signaling the intrusion. He hurried to the control panel and shut it off, muttering to himself about the strange timing. But as he stood there, something felt off. The air in the house was thick, strangely sweet, and unnerving.

He walked through the dimly lit hall, and then—there it was. The basement window. Slightly ajar. Steve frowned, closing it tightly and securing the lock. He turned to leave, but something caught his eye. The basement light flickered on automatically, casting long shadows against the walls.

A strange curiosity tugged at him, and he made his way down the stairs. What he saw took him by surprise. The basement was filled with a bizarre assortment of items—outfits on a clothes rack, boxes stacked in haphazard piles, and a massage table in the center of it all. But it was the other things that caught his attention—a small jail cell, a cross on the wall, a cage, and, most shockingly, a bed with remnants of something far darker than any normal piece of furniture.

His eyes moved over the objects, his mind struggling to place them. Then it hit him—everything was eerily familiar. He had seen similar setups in his favorite films, the ones that explored the hidden, more taboo corners of human nature. Steve’s breath hitched as he realized what he was looking at. Allison, his neighbor, had a secret life. She was a dominatrix.

His mind raced. The strange smell in the air, the setup in the basement—it was all starting to make sense. But that wasn’t the only thing that happened. As his mind processed the discovery, his body reacted. He couldn’t stop himself from feeling a surge of desire. His curiosity—and something deeper—took over.

With a mixture of excitement and disbelief, Steve approached the clothes rack. His hands brushed over the fabric, feeling the smooth latex of a black catsuit. He couldn’t help himself. He whispered under his breath, "My neighbor is a dom now."

Overcome with a sudden, overwhelming horniness, Steve stripped off his nightgown, tossed it aside, and pulled on one of the catsuits. It fit him perfectly, hugging every curve of his body as he adjusted himself in front of the full-length mirror. For a moment, he admired himself—his reflection, the outfit—and then he remembered where he was.

The line between curiosity and something darker had been crossed. Now, all he could think about was the unknown life his neighbor led, and the desire that was building deep within him.

While Alina was rummaging through her suitcase, I undressed as instructed and lay on the bed, waiting. Then she pulled out her white vibrator. Seeing my surprised expression, she giggled and said, “Girls get lonely too, you know.”
“So, since you’ve been a good boy today, I think you deserve a reward. But with a condition, of course—otherwise, I might spoil you too much. Let’s play a game called ‘Who cums first?’ The loser fulfills a wish.”
“I’m in, but you cum so fast—I hardly stand a chance.”
“Well, I wouldn’t be so sure if I were you.”
“Why not?” I smiled.
“Well, look,” she said, taking off her dress and bra, leaving herself completely naked (she spent the rest of the evening without panties). “You’ve got a naked girl in front of you, you’ve been locked up for a month, and I’m not even sure if you’ve cum during that time, but let’s assume you haven’t. On the other hand, there’s me—I’ve lost count of how many orgasms I’ve had, and I’m a little drunk. So, the odds are in your favor. Shall we begin?”
“Let’s do it.”
Her pussy had never been so close to my cock before. When she touched the cage, I even shuddered, feeling the warmth. She turned on the vibrator and placed it between my cage and her pussy.
I’d seen many videos of people cumming from a vibrator in a chastity cage, but I’d never tried it myself. In almost every video, the stream of cum would shoot up almost to the ceiling, and thinking about that, I felt a faint vibration that brought pleasure. But the vibration was too weak to make me cum—at least for now.
I started watching Alina and reminiscing about the events of the past few hours. She probably noticed my blissful expression and began squeezing her breasts.
“Well, that was the warm-up. Now let’s play for real.” She switched to the second-highest setting, and a strong wave of pleasure washed over us. We moaned simultaneously. I had never cum without masturbating or holding my cock in my hand. And I had genuinely gone a month without orgasms—it was like a competition with myself.
On this setting, the orgasm approached fairly quickly, and I focused on the sensation building up, on the images and Alina’s body. It was like edging very slowly, constantly being on the brink but not crossing it. I couldn’t hold back anymore and moaned like a slut, precum dripping from my cock, which was pressed as hard as possible against the cage to get as much pleasure as possible. I was so close, right on the edge—my legs trembled, I moaned louder, but then Alina screamed and suddenly pulled the vibrator away. I couldn’t hold back my cry. I tried to recall the sensation, to prolong it in my mind, but it was hopeless. Although my cock was twitching, I didn’t manage to cum—it was so sudden that I didn’t even get a ruined orgasm. Alina tossed the vibrator aside, pushed me onto my back, sat on my stomach, and started kissing me.
“You lost, baby,” she declared her victory as we caught our breath.
“But I was so close, I almost came, just one more second and…” I protested sadly.
“But I was faster, and oh my God, it was so good. It was better than all my vibrator sessions, though still not as good as Andrey’s cock. But I’ll give you some points for the moans.”
“So, what’s your wish?”
“Well, I’ve been looking into your interests,” Alina began, “and I really liked something. I, let’s say, really want to take complete control of you.” I quietly waited to hear what was next. “I want to fuck you with a strap-on,” she said quickly and then fell silent, waiting for my reaction.
“I’ve thought about it,” I replied, confused. “But I wanted to suggest it after we’d been together for a while, so I wouldn’t scare you with my fantasies.”
“Well, that’s perfect, no need to wait. Besides, it turns out I really like dominating, but since I’m a weak girl, usually men dominate me, as you saw today.” She spoke and blushed a little. “But with you, it’s different. I’ve really fallen for you—you’re handsome, kind, fun, and the sex with you is just incredible. And for now, you’re the one I want to stay with and be close to…”
I didn’t know what to say, so I just kissed and hugged her. We lay like that for a few minutes, wrapped in each other’s arms and strong feelings of love.
“Well, shall we head to the bathroom now?” Alina finally broke the silence.
The next day, we went shopping for a strap-on.

A week later, Alina moved into a new apartment, saying she wasn’t ready to move in together yet, and we decided to celebrate her housewarming with her mom. When Tanya left, I showed her the box I had picked up from the post office on the way. I had read up on how to prepare and was completely ready downstairs. I already had an anal plug for experimentation, so I decided to wear it to surprise my girl.
Alina went to the bathroom and ordered me to strip completely and wait for her on my knees. Soon, she came out in white lingerie that perfectly accentuated her figure. But the panties were slightly covered by the strap-on, medium-sized—I had specifically chosen one that wasn’t too small to get more sensation than from the plug, but not too big to avoid pain. Since I was on my knees, the strap-on was right at my chin. So, all Alina had to do was step closer and command:
“Now suck it, you little bitch,” she said unexpectedly sternly, like Tanya sometimes did when scolding her subordinates.
I immediately got to work, cautiously taking the rubber tip into my mouth. Once I got the hang of it, I started taking it deeper, as far as my mouth would allow. Alina liked how hard I was trying—she even put her hands on the back of my head and guided me a little, until she pressed harder, and the strap-on reached my throat. I immediately coughed. Alina just laughed and said that this happens the first few times, adding that she now understood why men like getting blowjobs. “You’re completely under my control, down there covered in saliva and precum, while I’m clean and graceful, able to just lie back and do nothing but enjoy myself. Yes, this is really arousing,” she marveled.
“Now lie on your stomach and stick your ass out. I’ll show you how to properly fuck a girl, since you clearly don’t know and probably never will.”
I did as she said, resting my cheek on the bed and relaxing my anus, preparing to be taken by my own girlfriend.
Alina immediately praised my idea with the plug and, after spanking my ass, slowly pulled it out of me. Then she suddenly asked, “You’re going to obey me completely now, right?” Her tone wasn’t commanding, but it wasn’t casual either—more like a hint that it was better to agree with her.
In the position I was in, it was hard to say “no.” So, I agreed and added at the end, “My Mistress.”
“Ah, what a wonderful way to address me. From now on, that’s how you’ll refer to me in bed, understood?” Her commanding tone returned.
“Yes, my Mistress.”
“Now open your mouth.” I obeyed. She inserted my own plug into my mouth. It wasn’t disgusting—my ass was completely clean, and the lube could be used orally too. But conflicting thoughts about cleanliness played in my mind, telling me how low I had fallen, how worthless I was to take the plug that had just been inside me. I felt more and more insignificant in front of this clean, beautiful, sexy girl, and my willingness to submit only grew.
Finally, she began to penetrate me. I felt every curve of the rubber dildo. For added interest (and humiliation), we had chosen one shaped like a real cock. When the tip entered, she started pulling it out, then pushing it back in, repeating the motion and speeding up. It was more of a mental pleasure, feeling my anus stretch wider, ready to take the cock.
Suddenly, she pushed it deeper than usual, and I moaned. It didn’t hurt—instead, she hit my prostate. She didn’t stop and continued pounding my prostate, sending me to seventh heaven. But this was only half the length, so she went even deeper. I moaned even louder. My moans were high-pitched, mimicking a girl’s voice—it wasn’t intentional, but without thinking, I imagined myself as a fragile girl being roughly fucked in every hole.
Alina slowed down a bit.
“Oh, someone’s leaking like a little slut,” she said, collecting my precum with her finger. “Mmm, tasty. Here, try it.” She pulled out the plug and roughly inserted two fingers, fucking my mouth shallowly.
Then she managed to bend over and slowly insert the strap-on at the same time. This way, she was fucking both of my holes.
Soon, her fingers were replaced by the plug again, and I rolled onto my back. The rubber cock was now fucking my ass very quickly. I had a vague but still present sensation of an orgasm building. Then I heard a buzzing sound—it was the vibrator.
She pressed it against my cage. And then the orgasm didn’t take long to arrive.
I moaned loudly, causing the plug to fall out of my mouth, though I didn’t even notice. I moaned even louder. Cum started flowing from my cock—so much cum, right onto my stomach. Alina stopped, took off the strap-on, and started masturbating while watching me. I kept cumming and cumming—it was the longest orgasm of my life. Before I could even recover, I heard moans and saw Alina shaking in her own orgasm. Then, suddenly, she moved closer to me and said, “Since you pulled out the plug, let’s punish you.” She gathered a fairly large amount of cum with her fingers and inserted them into my mouth. “Lick it up, you worthless thing!”
I did as she commanded, licking it all up and swallowing it like a good boy—her submissive boy.

Yes, that’s how our first days of dating went, when Alina was still an unexpected guest. After our (my) first anal sex, she became a regular guest, and four years later, my wife. I almost always stayed in the chastity cage from our first meeting (unless circumstances required its removal). There were times when she jerked me off, but only when we were very drunk, and I couldn’t cum then. After she started university, she had many different boyfriends—this was helped not only by her beauty but also by the revealing outfits we chose together. I wasn’t always present during their sex. Sometimes I would pick her up, fucked out and tired. I always considered her the owner of my cock. And I loved her very much.
Only once did she allow me to insert my cock into her—it was three years after our wedding. By then, my cock hardly ever got hard, and I had started wearing a flat cage, cumming exclusively from anal. On March 15, Alina and I agreed to conceive a child. It was strange but very pleasant—essentially, it was my first real time with a woman. Her vagina was warm and pleasant, but I wouldn’t have been able to satisfy her with my small, limp cock. But that was the only time Alina submitted to me in bed.
P.S. We, or rather Alina, even had a threesome once. She asked me to stay in another room since they had agreed to keep it private. How she moaned with pleasure then. I ended up cumming all over the floor under the door (they gave me a vibrator as an apology). But she didn’t particularly like it, and we didn’t try it again.
Dedicated to Alina, my lovely sexwife.

The End

Note: This is a fictional story that came to me when I self-locked myself for 3 days. I would love to hear thoughts and feedback. All characters are above the age of 18.

I rolled over in my bed, groping for Kevin’s chest before realising I am on the edge of the bed and he’s out of my reach. The disturbance must have woken him up and he sleepily asked me, “Where’s my coffee?”

The question startled me even though his tone was very casual. He was hard to hear. If I had not known the context of his question, I would have thought he’s murmuring to himself or even talking to someone in his dream.

“It’s Christmas babe,” I reminded him, still groping for him with my eyes closed. It must have been 8 AM.

“Does it matter?” he asked while yawning. My heart sank and my nub made a small involuntary twitch. I opened my eyes to find him on the other end of the bed, sleeping facing me, eyes closed. We had both slept late the night before, after 3 rounds of fucking.

“I guess it doesn’t, Sir,” I said and got up out of the bed and headed out of the room in the panties I had been sleeping in.

“Wait,” he murmured drowsily, eyes still closed. “Lose the panties and clamp your tits. Remove that buttplug and get the 2 inch one in, and turn its vibration to 5.” He didn’t even move. He probably went back to sleep. My nub started straining in my 2-inch nub chastity cage.

I had no time to process this punishment, I needed to get Sir his coffee as soon as possible. I got out of my panties. I went to the drawer, clamped my very sensitive nipples with chained tit-clamps, not making any sound with great restraint. Replaced my 1-inch buttplug with the 2-inch one that had vibration and shock features and turned it on to the highest vibration mode. It came to life and a light sigh escaped my mouth. I hoped it didn’t wake him back up. I tiptoed out of the room.

I started making coffee: Sir takes freshly made espresso with milk in the mornings. It was hard to balance myself with the pain from my nipples and the buzzing plug. But I continued, teary-eyed. It’s been a month since I had submitted myself to Sir as his ‘house bitch’ and the house has been looking much better ever since, almost like the listing pictures on property websites. It didn’t come to this pass that easily though. It took sir a lot of time and effort to motivate me to be perfect in my dometic duties.

“Training a bitch is hard work.” That’s his catchphrase. I hear it everytime I’m spread across his strong knees, with my panties around my ankles, and he’s giving me a thorough spanking with his belt-paddle. These spankings happened almost every day over the smallest of mistakes I made in keeping his house or cooking his food. They all end with my ass cherry-red and me ugly-crying from the pain on the floor.

I would feel his already-hard cock twitching every time he said his catchphrase. It is one of those many subtle things that made me feel degraded while also being humiliated. Humiliated because he’s asserting that the only way I can learn to be better at my duties is by being punished like a dumb animal; it reduces all my intellect to that of a Pavlovian beast.

Degraded because the implication of the catchphrase is that the effort Sir is putting in disciplining me is greater inconvenience than the beastly pain I am being subjected to; I am so inferior to Sir that even when Sir is amusing himself while spanking me, his disutility is many order of magnitude greater than any brutality I am subjected to as Sir’s subhuman property. Sir thinks punishing me is akin to a consumer customizing a product they purchased, like a phone or a lamp or an IKEA furniture item. You make it work by trying out different things on the item that you now on; Sir does the same with me.

The pain in my tits has become unbearable. My prostate is swollen from the buzzing and I have left a trail of precum all over the house now. I head back to the bedroom and place the coffee cup and newspaper on Sir’s side table and get under the sheets. I pull down his boxer briefs, find his cock with my lips, seal my lips around it and wait for him to release the stream. I expertly gulp it. Sir has been very patient with training me to gulp his piss at the exact same rate at which he naturally releases.

I have now mastered it not a drop spills (and I don’t want to imagine what he’d do if it does). I am Sir’s portable urinal. He never pisses outside of me while he’s at home. Sometimes, while out too, he takes me to the restroom with him to relieve himself in me. “”A bitch’s mouth is convenient. Little piss droplets don’t spill here and there with its mouth sealed around the cock,” he’d tell himself amusingly while he’s using me. For Sir, this is purely a question of convenience. He doesn’t understand why this must be degrading to me, a faggot bitch. This is what I am made for, right?

Once done pissing, he sits on bed and picks the coffee and the paper. “Get to breakfast,” he quietly quips. In the one month Sir has been my Master, not once has he raised his voice. His tone has always been nonchalant. It scares and excites me sometimes how casual he thinks our routine is: he as my complete owner and I as his property. I could end all this at any point by using my safeword and/or just walking out.

But every time I feel like I am nearing that point, my straining nub betrays me. It craves more domination, more humiliation, more degradation, and more pain. I am unable to use my safeword. Sir knows my buttons; he spent years knowing them well. He uses them to exploit me to the fullest, for his gratification and (in his legitimate opinion) my gratification too as a fag slave.

I get on my hands and knees and crawl back to the kitchen with my tongue licking up the precum that’s been leaking from my fagclit all morning. In this house, precious washcloths and paper towels are not to be used to clean up something as lowly as a fag’s clit juices.

Chapter 2 in progress…

This is my first foray into fiction and erotica. I would love to hear feedback about the structure, pacing, language, grammar, content. Would also like to hear ideas (although I have a fair idea of how the story is going to evolve over the 5 Chapters I plan to fit it in). DMs open too!

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After my last lock-up, my wife had continued to wear my key on a necklace quite regularly, even when I wasn't actively chaste. It was low-key (pun intended) and unlikely to draw too much attention, but one of my wife's close friends, we'll call her Ella, had seen the key and knew exactly what it meant. She was impishly excited, my wife's reserved and dignified demeanor giving no hints as to the raunchiness she engaged in.

Ella plied my wife with questions, who shot me a text asking if I was okay with her divulging details. I'll admit that the idea of someone other than my wife knowing about our activities was embarrassing but exciting, and I found myself relishing the idea of being open about my submission to my beloved goddess. I consented, and she proceeded to divulge our secret.

Now, my wife and I are strictly monogamous; our bodies meant for each other exclusively, and we had even been each other's firsts all the way back when we first started dating. My clumsy attempts at love-making left much to be desired back then, but we had moulded to each other, body and soul, learning from each other's pleasure. We had grown together into a perfect match.

She shared a shortened version of our chastity exploits with Ella, and Ella revealed a secret of her own; she was part of a swingers group that held monthly parties, and she asked my wife if she had ever considered it. My wife said that we were strictly monogamous, to which Ella introduced her to the idea of soft swinging.

My wife and I talked it over for quite some time, and while we were closed to the idea of engaging in full-on sex with others, the idea of putting on a show for them excited us both. We discussed details and boundaries and decided to go for it. The next party was in 10 days, so we had some time to prepare.

The first order of business was to get me caged up. I asked that I get my "last meal" so to speak before being locked away for at least 10 days, and as usual, she decided to make it fairly special.

She lightly restrained me and began working me over, leaving hickeys and dragging her nails tantalizingly all over my body. She teased me like this until I had leaked enough precum to lubricate her hand, and she began to stroke me, slowly and deliberately, bring me close to the edge only to let go and watch me twitch.

"You think I'm just gonna make you cum and lock you away, don't you?" she asked cryptically. I started to get worried, thinking back to how cruel I had been when it was her turn. My only hope was that she was merciful.

"Wh-what are you gonna do?" I inquired, my voice shakier than I thought it would be. She leaned in close, wrapped her arms around my head, and whispered in my ear.

"I'm gonna drain you until you're begging me to stop." She let go and walked away, coming back a few minutes later. She placed an adjustable cock ring around me behind my balls, the pressure of which left me harder and more sensitive than my natural maximum. I was gasping at the increased pressure I felt, the skin tighter than I'd ever seen it before.

Each stroke she gave me had a renewed intensity. She focused on my swollen glans, swirling her palm around my most sensitive place and laughing as I moaned through gritted teeth and thrust myself into the air.

"You know what? I just can't resist giving this a try." She announced, lifting herself astride me. She tantalizingly pressed her pussy against the underside of my turgid cock and began grinding herself against me.

"Do you think you'll fit?" She teased. And she had a point; I am not significantly above average in endowment, but compared to her tiny frame, I was a titan. My full girth matched the diameter of her wrist, and she loved reminding me of that fact as a teasing compliment. My size filled her to the absolute brim, but was thankfully not so large as to prevent me from burying myself in her fully. Under normal circumstances.

But now here I was, engorged to ridiculous proportions, with her perfect pussy RIGHT THERE teasing me. My desperation knew no bounds, and I was willing to do almost anything to feel her around me. "Let's find out" she said as she began lowering herself onto me.

Holy fuck.

It was like I was a virgin entering her for the first time again; every movement she made as she enveloped me was magnified, and I felt like the simple act of entering her was going to make me erupt. My eyes unfocused as she slid down my length, and I let out an undignified cross between a whimper and a grunt, the sensation driving all words from my mind.

She was taking it very slowly, my artificially enhanced girth proving to be a bit more than she was used to, and as she was getting close to bottoming out, she winced. I had reached her maximum, and she had to withdraw slightly.

"Fuck, I was hoping to take all of you" she lamented between hitched breaths. She stayed still for a moment to get used to the sensation, then she looked amused and said " Oh, I can feel your pulse inside me!"

She reached over and grabbed a pillow, placing it between her butt and my legs to keep me from entering her deeply enough to hurt, and then began slowly riding me. I was in ecstasy, each stroke of her tight pussy eliciting another helpless whimper from me.

She grabbed the sides of my face and focussed my attention. "Cum for your goddess." That was all it took to finish me, and I began pulsing. The slight restriction from the ring seemed to slow down the rate at which I was erupting, and I tried to say something to her, but all I could get out is a mumble.

She wasn't letting up; she continued riding me as I came, not letting up for a moment. My already-heightened sensitivity reached new, agonizing peaks, and I grew louder as she continued.

"Shhhh, just keep going. Let it all out." I could tell she was getting close to her climax as well, and her pace quickened. The cock ring refused to allow me to soften, keeping me rock hard even as my orgasm drew to a close, but still she kept riding.

"I told you I'd drain you" she said, her pace quickening further. I was in agony, my moans quickly becoming strangled cries. I was flailing against my restraints involuntarily, unable to escape the sensation. I felt another orgasm begin, my pelvic muscles aching from the strain.

I felt her clench around me as she reached her own orgasm, and that mercifully forced her to slow her pace. As we rode out her orgasm (and my second and third) she laid her head against my chest.

As she pulled herself off my still-erect cock, I thought it was over, but then she grabbed me and began stroking once again. I let out a cry of surprise.

"One more, baby." she crooned as I felt her fingers dragging against my frenulum. My fourth orgasm began almost immediately, not that there was much left to give.

As I began to pulse in her hands, she released the cock ring, and immediately the semen that had been partially constrained inside me was released. The overwhelming relief I felt as I emptied myself almost made me pass out. I again grunted helplessly as I finished my fourth and final orgasm.

"Good boy" she said, playfully patting my now-softening dick. I was barely even aware of her latching the chastity cage around me, nor was I inclined to move for a while after she removed my restraints. I was completely and utterly spent, and after finishing her tasks, my goddess laid down next to me and wrapped me in her arms until I slept.

I awoke the next morning, pleasantly sore, locked up, and slightly sticky. She was waiting for me, nude, with breakfast and coffee in bed, and she bid me good morning with a passionate, loving kiss.

"Why the royal treatment?" I asked, as she prepared a shower for us after breakfast. Our usual, informal arrangement I had chosen to adopt had been that I took care of breakfast and providing for our mornings together.

She put an arm over my shoulder, entwining her fingers in my hair, and answered "I like to take care of my property." Her hand closed, grabbing a fist-full of my hair, and she yanked my head back suddenly. "And you are my property, right my love?"

Her unquestionably authoritative tone made me melt. "Yes goddess." I stammered out. I was continually amazed at how intimidated she could make me feel when she wanted to despite her diminutive size relative to myself, and the natural softness of her voice.

"Good. Finish your breakfast so you can start thanking me properly for last night." She wiggled her hips at me, clearly indicating what she meant. Despite my fatigue, I felt myself twitch in the cage.

"Oh boy, dessert then?" I said, smiling as she nodded and scampered off to get the shower going. I quickly finished up and hurried to join her in the shower.

Eating her out with her standing up is not quite as easy as you'd think; after all, even with me sitting flat on the ground, my head is at about stomach height. So I have to get very low to be able to get my mouth on her easily.

She leaned me back against the wall of the shower and pressed herself to my mouth. "Show me your gratitude" she demanded. I acquiesced, always glad to taste her. I parted her folds with my tongue, pressing the tip against her clitoris. I felt her sigh.

The water was running down her body and splashing over my face, preventing me from opening my eyes, but I could feel her pleasure. I placed a hand on her stomach so I could feel her twitch, allowing me to gauge my performance and adjust to her needs.

I felt her hands run thru my wet hair, and she took hold and pulled my head deeper against her. I opened my mouth wider, wrapping my lips around her clit and surrounding labia, and began sucking, drawing her sensitive tissues into my mouth slightly.

I felt her shudder. I reached an arm around under her butt to help support her weight and pressed my tongue flat against her clit, dragging it across her over and over. I could feel her pleasure, and hear her keening voice echoing in the shower. I wrapped my other arm around her thighs and held her tightly as I kept the pace, prodding and stroking her now swollen clit with my tongue.

The tell-tale pulses of her orgasm spurred me on as I continued working her over. I continued my service undaunted until she pulled me away from her by my hair.

"Good boy." I throbbed in the cage, already hard from getting to serve my goddess. But I knew I still had at least nine days of confinement to serve before I could even hope to feel relief. That is, if I would even be granted relief for the entertainment of others at the upcoming party.