When he turned to face her, she had already put the lock into place, but then
to his surprise she suddenly reached through the bars and gently pulled him
toward her, giving him a lingering kiss. She then said something to him that  
made him realize how much of an idiot he was.

"Earlier, when I was standing there playing with my necklace, you should have
kissed me. I wanted you, but I couldn't tell you. If you had kissed me in this
dress, I know I would have been unable to resist the temptation to unlock you,
and you could have been intimate with me. There's something about this dress
that makes me want you, that makes me want you to tear off my panties so that
I can feel you inside me, penetrating me, fucking me hard..."

She smiled, watching his reaction through the bars.

"But I guess you weren't able to sense how I was feeling in that moment.
Couldn't you tell I was waiting for you to make a move? I mean, I'm a girl,
and I'd explained the song to you. This is what makes us girls, we all look  
for heaven and we put love first..."

She looked at him wistfully through the bars.

"But now, you're wearing a French Maid's uniform, and locked in my cage.
Well, I guess you are going to have to learn to be obedient as a girl,
since you clearly have no idea what girls truly want..."

Graham’s heart shattered as he looked at her through the bars of her cage,
still feeling her tingling kiss on his lips, suddenly feeling desperate to  
erect in her girdle of chastity as he realized just how much she truly  
wanted him to fuck her as she stood there just out of his reach in that  
incredibly beautiful dress. Her remote control beeped ten times, indicating
the incredible intensity of his chaste arousal, and she smiled knowingly.

"Please, you can't leave me like this!" he gasped, reaching helplessly
through the bars, "I do want you!"

But already she had danced out of his reach, her beautiful dress lifting
and swirling around her, briefly revealing her panties to him even as her
girdle forced him to remain humiliatingly soft. Then she simply turned and  
walked out of the room in her stunning red dress that he had picked out for  
her, on her way to her 'date' with the Alpha. He followed her with his eyes,  
in disbelief at what an idiot he'd been, his eyes never leaving her figure  
as she walked away out of his sight. The door closed behind her with a soft  
click, and he was left alone in her cage, strictly corseted and locked in  
her high heels, looking down at himself in the humiliatingly feminine  
French Maid's uniform that he had locked himself into for her, in exchange
for the decrease in his enforced chastity sentence.  

The sound of his own breathing echoed in his ears. Why hadn't he been able  
to do it? She'd just told him that all he'd needed to do was kiss her and
take her into his arms, and she'd have unlocked him from her girdle. Yet he  
hadn't had the courage to take the chance, even though he'd instinctively
known she had been waiting for him to do just that.

He shook the bars of her cage in frustration.

How had he not known that she had been leading him on, even agreeing to put  
on what she knew was his very favorite dress to see her in. He was nothing,  
and by leaving him like this in her cage, locked in her girdle of chastity,
Melissa had made sure he knew it. The image of her in that dress, the way she  
had teased him in it, would haunt him for the rest of his days, especially
knowing that she was going to be wearing it on her 'date' with the Alpha.
Graham knew all too well what would happen on a 'date' with a guy like that...

As he shook the bars of her cage in frustration over his missed opportunity,
Graham knew that no matter how much it hurt, he would keep coming back.  
He was trapped, a slave to his own pathetic desires and to Melissa’s teasing  
games, and after once again pathetically failing to make a move on her even  
after seeing her in that fateful dress, he knew that there was nothing he was  
ever going to be able to do to change it.  

He squirmed helplessly in her girdle of chastity at the thought of the Alpha  
putting his hands on her in that amazing dress. He felt intensely jealous.  
He was reminded of the ending of the Lana Del Rey song as he squirmed in  
helpless arousal in her locked girdle of chastity:

 This is what makes us girls
 We all look for heaven and we put love first
 Don't you know we'd die for it? It's a curse
 Don't cry about it, don't cry about it
 This is what makes us girls

He felt tears welling up as he finally understood what Melissa had been  
singing about for all of those years while she had him locked in her girdle.  
The light of understanding was too much for him and the tears finally ran  
down his cheeks.  

Why oh why had he not been man enough to step up, to overcome his fears,  
and be with the girl of his dreams? Instead, here he was, still locked in  
her girdle of chastity and now trapped and doomed to work obediently for  
her as a French Maid, while she pursued the Alpha, perhaps even to the
point of marrying him.
 
 To all the little queens, do you know what you're worth?
 I'll tell you everyday till you get it, girl
 It's all gonna happen
 This is what makes us girls now, baby
 This is why we rule the world now, baby
 This is what makes us girls now, baby
 Why we rule the world now, baby, oh
 This is what makes us girls now, baby
 This is why we rule the world now, baby
 This is what makes us girls now, baby
 Why we rule the world now, baby, oh

He squirmed in her girdle, part of him intensely turned on at the thought of
the Alpha penetrating her, while all he could do was curve submissively back
between his legs within the humiliatingly-curved chastity enforcement sheath
of her nanotech girdle. He pushed down on the band encircling his waist,  
trying in vain to find some way to wriggle out of it, even though he knew  
it was impossible. He was locked up and strictly under her control.  

--- oOo ---

The next morning, he heard voices as the front door opened. Oh no! She had  
brought the Alpha home with her! When the two of them entered the drawing  
room and the Alpha saw him standing there in her cage in his French Maid's  
uniform, he felt like he would die from humiliation at the man's mocking  
laughter.

"Oh, you were serious!?" he gasped, laughing, "You're really  
gonna make him work as our French Maid?"

The man was clearly impressed that Melissa had been able  
to persuade Graham into such a ridiculous outfit.

"Yep!" she replied cutely, "He enjoys it, apparently..."

She tapped her wrist, showing him Graham's arousal meter.
The man's eyes widened, seeing what it was displaying
as Graham tried in vain to erect, desperately turned
on by his humiliating predicament as Melissa opened
his cage and he had to move out into the room and curtsy
obediently to his new master, to avoid being
intimately punished in his chastity.

"You'll need one of these," Melissa told the Alpha, giving  
him a remote control for Graham's girdle of chastity.

The man looked at it and grinned, putting it around his wrist.  
Graham knew he would not hesitate to punish him if he was in any  
way disobedient to him.

"Fetch me my slippers," the Alpha said, grinning.

Melissa giggled at this command, ludicrous as it was.  

Graham obviously could not bring the man his slippers, since he didn't live
there, but his command implied that he did. Graham knew what he had to do.  
Even though he was dressed as a French Maid, he realized he was going to  
have to go out and purchase some slippers for the man. He blushed in
humiliation at the thought of having to go outside dressed like this,  
but since the outfit was locked on, he didn't have any choice.

"Yes Sir!" he replied with a deep curtsy, "I'll need to purchase them for you."

"You go do that," the man replied, grinning.

He gestured to Melissa to join him on the couch.

Graham watched with intense jealousy as Melissa came over and nestled in the
man's arms, her head resting on his chest. Graham wanted so much to be him.  
Why was Graham in this damn girdle?! Why couldn't he be a man like him?!
Now he was going to have to walk to the shoe shop in these high heels.

Graham walked out the front door feeling very self-conscious, keeping his knees  
pressed demurely together under his skirts to keep his balance, feeling his  
sheer pantyhose brushing over one another under his short silk petticoats  
and skirts.

The short walk to the shoe store was intensely humiliating for him,
especially when he passed a group of younger girls on the street, who  
made fun of him until their leader told them to stop.

"Stop, can't you see he can't help it? He's in love, but he  
can't be with the girl he loves because he's just one of  
those chaste sissies that she is keeping in her friendzone..."  

Even though what she'd explained Graham's situation perfectly to the other  
girls, somehow that made his embarrassment at his chaste predicament  
even worse. Still, he was somehow grateful to the girl for standing  
up for him, and he nodded gratefully to her, to which she grinned.

"I think it's pathetic," one of her friends replied, "Why can't he be Alpha?"

"Well, he's in chastity for a reason," the leader girl replied, "Not every
boy can be grow up to be an Alpha, some just want to be your friend..."

"Haha, girlfriend more like it," her friends giggled, "Or in his case,
nothing more than her obedient little maid, out running errands."

He blushed, realizing there was a lot of truth to what the girls were saying
about him. Nevertheless, he tried to walk away as quickly as possible in his
locked high heels, effeminately pressing his knees together, which of course  
caused the girls to laugh even more at him as he scurried away towards the  
shoe store.

"Right! We can definitely see that!" they giggled,  
"Pretty dress!" they called out after him.

When he got back to the house, his feet were aching from having walked so far
in Melissa's high heels. How are girls able to wear these things, he wondered,
but then he felt himself twitch impotently in her locked girdle, realizing that
he had actually been thinking about trying to improve how well he was able to
balance in high heels, to become a better French Maid for her.  

Why was he having such idiotic thoughts?!  

He should be trying to get out of this feminised predicament!

When he presented the slippers to the Alpha, he noticed Melissa's smile as he
got down on his knees to take off the man's shoes for him. That's when he  
realized the position he was in, but it was too late. The man was grinning,
and was already standing up.

"Stay!" the man commanded.

"What?" Graham looked up, aghast.

"You're right where you belong..." the man explained with a knowing grin.

Graham looked pleadingly at Melissa but she had her finger over the most  
intense punishment button on her remote control. He then looked up in  
dismay at the man as he suddenly realized what he expected him to do  
while Graham was still on his knees in front of him.  

Almost timidly, Graham reached up and unzipped the man's  
trousers, reaching inside to take out his cock.

To Graham's dismay, it was huge, and it became even larger in his hand.  

Graham looked over pleadingly at Melissa, who slowly shook her head.  

He knew that she wouldn't hesitate to punish him in her girdle of chastity  
if he refused, and he realized that he was going to have to take this man's  
cock into his mouth, right in front of the girl of his dreams who he was so  
madly in love with.  

Graham didn't want to endure her electronic punishment, but at the same  
time, what would she think of him if he actually gave in and did this deed?

Well, he was too afraid of the punishment, so he knew what he was going  
to have to do. He decided not to make the man wait, and to appear to be
eager to please, to make Melissa happy and hide the fact that she was
forcing him to do this.

Licking around the head of the man's cock, Graham's tongue tasted his salty  
flavor. Trying to overcome his natural aversion and appear eager, he put his  
lips around the man's glans, realizing just how huge the man's cock actually  
was. Surely there was no way he was going to be able to fit all of this girth?

But the man was looking down at him with a knowing smile, clearly expecting
Graham to swallow it all down, right to the hilt. With the man's hand gently  
yet insistently pressing behind Graham's head, there could be no mistaking  
the man's intention, and glancing over at the punishment bracelet on Melissa's
wrist, he knew that there would be no escape from this predicament for him.  

He was going to have to take this man's cock deep into his throat.  

He only hoped he would be able to make the man cum quickly.  

Again he glanced over at Melissa, who was enjoying the show, watching him  
come to terms with what he was going to have to do in his chaste predicament.
A man's cock in his mouth, his hand pressing gently behind his head, trying  
to decide whether to give in and deep-throat the man, or try to rebel.  
He felt tears welling up in his eyes at the humiliation of it all.
How could she do this to him? But that was when he heard Melissa softly  
singing a few refrains from Lana's song:

 Don't cry about it, don't cry about it
 This is what makes us girls

He blushed, realizing that locked in her girdle of chastity, on his knees in  
front of her boyfriend, strictly corseted in his high heels and pantyhose, and  
wearing such a pretty little French Maid's outfit, he indeed might as well be  
a girl.  

With her boyfriend's hand behind his head, there was clearly no way he was
getting out of this predicament. He realized what he had to do to fulfil his  
destiny, and somehow he was simply able to surrender to his fate and swallow
the entire length of the man's shaft, taking him deep into his throat as he  
continued swallowing eagerly, looking up submissively into the man's eyes.  

Melissa's boyfriend was a little surprised by how expertly Graham was able to  
swallow him down and even begin to tease him with his throat as he swallowed
over and over again as he tried to suppress his gag reflex. Graham felt the  
man swell up even more, and he began to thrust more and more enthusiastically  
into Graham's defenceless throat.

This was utterly humiliating!  

Graham was there on his knees, sucking Melissa's boyfriend's cock for all he  
was worth, desperate to make the man cum so that he could finally swallow all  
of it down, just like a girl, to avoid choking on the man's cock.

"She's quite the little cocksucker," grinned the man, clearly having some
trouble holding back his impending ejaculation, and Melissa nodded, grinning.

"Haha, actually I'd no idea she'd be that good!" Melissa giggled, "Seems like  
she's quite a natural tease! How long will you be able to hold out for?"

The man shook his head in bewilderment, and shrugged to Melissa, causing her  
to giggle even more at the sight of Graham on his knees in front of the man.
Graham blushed as he realized they were referring to him as a girl, but somehow
that fact, combined with the lyric "this is what makes us girls" which Melissa  
had sung to him so many times gave him the motivation to surrender completely  
to the man's penetration, and suddenly before he knew what was happening, he  
was swallowing down spurt after sticky spurt of the man's ejaculate.  

The man's eyes widened in surprise as Graham managed to make him cum, and  
watched in amazement as he swallowed down all of the man's sticky load, to  
the point of even licking him completely clean, before deftly putting the  
man's cock back into his trousers. The man sat down heavily, clearly quite
impressed by Graham's performance.

"Wow!" the man said, bewildered, as Melissa continued to giggle.

Graham got up and curtsyd cutely, holding out his skirts, before taking his  
leave. The man nodded, acknowledging the curtsy. He noticed Melissa's eyes  
twinkle in amusement as her remote control beeped, betraying the intensity
of Graham's chaste arousal in her girdle, the humiliation of what he had just  
done somehow making him desperate to erect, especially the experience of  
curtsying cutely to the man afterward, but of course he was still securely  
locked up.

"I think she likes you," he heard Melissa giggle as he walked away, blushing.

"I guess you could say that!" laughed the man, "But my goodness, how  
did she do it?! I've never cum like that before, it was incredible!"

"Well, I guess it's true what they say, you have to  
own the equipment to know how to play it properly."

"Haha! You're the best, Meli!" the man laughed, hugging her close.

Graham was so jealous!

He had never expected Melissa to use him like this, to pleasure her  
boyfriend, but that's just what had happened. What had come over him?  
Even though he knew she had threatened to punish him in his chastity,
why had he wanted to give the man so much pleasure? Had it all happened  
because of how submissive he felt, locked in Melissa's girdle under his  
pretty skirts? Had he been locked up for so long in her girdle of chastity
that he had actually become a girl for those brief moments?  

He blushed even deeper at the thought of it, but perhaps it was indeed
what had happened. How else could he explain to himself how eagerly he  
had swallowed down the man's sticky ejaculate? Surely something like
that would have been revolting to him, but in those moments of feeling
so much like a girl, somehow he had relished it.

Even though part of him was outraged that she would do this to him,  
a deeper far more submissive part was delighted to finally see the  
truth of his chaste predicament: that as long as she kept him like  
this, under lock and key, he was never going to be anything more  
than another girl to her.  

Thinking about it that way, offering Graham as a means to pleasure her  
boyfriend actually made a lot of sense, since she had only ever thought  
of him as a tool that she could use. But this way of being used, he  
would never have expected from her. Graham pressed his knees together
under his skirts, feeling intensely submissive at the thought of having  
to be nothing more than her boyfriend's plaything.

Graham knelt on the cold, unforgiving floor, the frustrating enclosure of her
girdle of chastity around his waist a constant reminder of his utter impotence
and unworthiness. Melissa was singing along with her favorite Lana Del Rey  
song "This is What Makes Us Girls" and as the music played, she danced ever
so teasingly, watching him with a twinkle in her eyes.

 Remember how we used to party up all night?
 Sneakin' out and lookin' for a taste of real life
 Drinkin' in the small town firelight
 (Pabst Blue Ribbon on ice)
 Sweet 16 and we had arrived
 Walkin' down the streets as they whistle, "Hi, hi!"
 Stealin' police cars with the senior guys
 Teachers said we'd never make it out alive

His heart pounded in his chest as Melissa danced closer until she stood over  
him, her expression warm and gentle. He knew she was always encouraging him to  
improve his game, and these little intermissions when she would play with him  
were a secret way of hers to express the world of possibilities that they
shared, if only he could see "beyond the veil," as she called it. Her dark
lustrous hair cascaded down her back in perfect waves, her mischievous  
twinkling brown eyes were fixed on him with a look of amusement.

“You're so cute, Graham,” she said, her sultry voice making his heart dance,  
“On your knees, securely locked up, and desperate for even a scrap of my  
attention. Quite pathetic, really, but I have to admit, ever so endearing.
That's why I still love to play with you, and even try to teach you game.
Do you still hold out hope that this will be the day when I unlock you?”

She continued to sway her body to the music, singing along with the second
verse of the song, the one where the singer evokes the memory of her best
friend's sadness over her breakup with an Alpha, and how she had cried like
the defenceless fawn in that long-ago Disney movie, after a cruel hunter  
had shot her mother.

 There she was, my new best friend
 High heels in her hands, swayin' in the wind
 Oh, she starts to cry
 Mascara running down her little Bambi eyes
 "Lana, how I hate those guys."

Melissa giggled at the words, eager to explain them to him, as though he had
been missing their deeper meaning.  

"Her friend was in love with an Alpha, you see, and that's why she said  
she hated him. It was of course a lie, she loved him and wanted him  
inside her, but he must have moved on to other conquests, just like  
the many conquests that my Alpha made, which are of course the reason  
I was with him last night, surrendering to his penetration while you  
were here, waiting for me, all nicely locked up. But perhaps today  
I will unlock you..."

Her words made him squirm and twitch impotently in her girdle of chastity,  
hope still burning deep in his heart that she would free him to be a man
for her, but he knew better than to respond, since any mention of her  
girdle was absolutely forbidden and would be punished by her adding  
another week to his enforced chastity sentence.

He kept his head bowed, trying to hide the tears of abject frustration that  
threatened to spill from his eyes after having been locked in chastity for
so long. Of course, Melissa didn’t care about his frustration—indeed, she  
seemed to thrive on it, constantly finding new ways to tease him and torment
him, to render him even more submissive. She continued to sing along, reaching  
her favorite part of the song, the chorus:

 This is what makes us girls
 We all look for heaven and we put love first
 Don't you know we'd die for it? It's a curse
 Don't cry about it, don't cry about it
 This is what makes us girls
 We don't stick together 'cause we put love first
 Don't cry about him, don't cry about him
 It's all gonna happen

Melissa began to circle him slowly, her high heels clicking against the  
hardwood floor, each step a potent reminder of her absolute power over him
as she sang and swayed to the music. She was so beautiful.

"Do you know what she means when she says we all look for heaven and we  
put love first? That we'd die for it? It means that when a girl loves a  
man, there's nothing above him, we put him first, we'd die for his love,
and in some ways it's a curse to be a girl, to have all these emotions.
But we don't cry about it. Every guy has a chance to capture our heart,
he just needs the courage to step up, to be an Alpha. We might even steal  
a man from one of our friends because we don't stick together when it  
comes to love, we always put it first. Do you know deep in your heart  
how true her song is?" she asks, "It seems you might not, and that's why  
you're in my girdle of chastity, which will be where you'll belong until  
you can prove to me that you're an Alpha..."

She giggled softly, watching him kneeling obediently as she explained the song
to him one more time. He doesn't understand how he could meet her expectations,
he loved her more than anything, what more could he do to convince her to pick  
him, to finally let him out of this infernal girdle of chastity and allow him  
to make love to her?

“Do you know what the Alpha did to me last night?” she asked.

Her voice was dripping with delighted satisfaction at this new way that she  
had discovered to deepen Graham's submission, going on 'dates' with Alphas.

“He took me in every way imaginable. I screamed his name, I begged for more.  
And you? Just the thought of you were here, securely locked away in my nice  
little girdle, completely useless, unable even to erect, having to stay soft  
like a girl, that turned me on so much!”

For a moment Graham felt the sharp knife of extreme jealousy and even more  
intense frustration twisting and turning inside him, burning like acid flowing  
through in his veins as he thought about Melissa being penetrated while he had  
to stay humiliatingly-soft in her girdle of chastity.  

The thought of Melissa being intimate with the Alpha—his powerful, dominant  
rival—made him want to scream, to demand that she be faithful only to him,  
but he knew he wasn't yet worthy of her devotion, and that she would punish
him in his chastity for any such outburst. She continued singing along with  
Lana Del Rey, her body moving to the melody.

 And that's where the beginning of the end begun
 Everybody knew that we had too much fun
 We were skippin' school and drinkin' on the job
 With the boss
 Sweet 16 and we had arrived
 Baby's table-dancing at the local dive
 Cheerin' our names in the pink spotlight
 Drinkin' cherry schnapps in the velvet night

She continued to explain the song to him, eager for him to understand.

"Think about how much game those Alphas would have had to have, to win a girl  
like that in a small town. A girl like that would be highly sought after. All
the guys would be salivating over her, but only a true Alpha could get her.  
Will you ever be able to step up like that? To make a girl want to have her  
panties ripped off and be taken right there?" she giggled, watching him.

He hated how little game he had, while at the same time he envied how easily
the new Alpha had captured Melissa's heart and attention. How much he longed  
to be in his place, with Melissa craving his penetration and talking about
him incessantly. Unfortunately, deep down, Graham knew that he was just too  
much of a sissy to ever be able to elicit such an intense response from any  
girl, especially to the point that she would want him to rip off her panties  
and penetrate her. He twitched helplessly in Melissa's girdle of chastity at  
the thought of being able to do it, of being so Alpha that a girl would be
so turned on that she couldn't hold back. But he knew he was where he belonged,
he was a sissy and even though he constantly hoped that Melissa would one day  
see how deeply he loved her, he knew that being able to elicit such an intense  
response from her, like the Alpha did, was simply something that would probably
never happen.  

He was nothing compared to the Alpha.  

He knew that after the previous night, and Melissa was never going to let him  
forget it. She was constantly reminding him of how quickly she had become wet  
just from how the Alpha had looked into her eyes, how intensely she had been  
wanting his cock deep inside her as soon as he had even taken her into his arms
and had finally allowed her to kiss him, after teasing her for so many enticing  
minutes. She continued singing, this time is was the verse about the girls  
running from the cops in their black bikini tops. She'd always loved that line,
and he had always been secretly delighted when he had seen her in that little  
black bikini which she'd long ago bought as an homage to her favorite singer.

 Yeah, we used to go break in
 To the hotel pool
 Glimmerin' we'd swim
 Runnin' from the cops in our black bikini tops
 Screamin', "Get us while we’re hot."
 We don't give a what?

“But today, you’ll get a taste of what he enjoys,” Melissa continued, her tone  
simultaneously delighted and amusedly mocking, “That’s the only thing you seem
to be good for, after all. Which in a sense is fortunate, since otherwise I  
guess you'd have to undergo the mandatory transitioning...”

She was referring to the new law whereby all "useless males" had to  
be "reclassified" as female, since the new world order had mandated
a more docile and controllable workforce after the recent uprisings.
Since the 2nd Amendment had long ago been removed, there was no  
possibility of pushback since it was no longer even legal to own  
a weapon, making resistance impossible.  

Fortunately for Graham, there was an exception clause: if a girl voted for you  
to keep your testicles, they would not be removed, but to accept her vote,  
you had to put on a government-issued nanotech girdle of chastity to which  
she had been issued the chastity keys.  

Of course, none of the Alphas were ever classified as useless. Quite the  
contrary: they were in very short supply. This new law was designed to save  
girls time by keeping the "useless males" out of the dating pool, so that  
girls could compete for the truly valuable Alphas.  

Graham wished he could have been an Alpha, but he was grateful to Melissa for  
having voted for him, and when her nanotech girdle had arrived in the package
at his house that morning, after having received his initial classification  
letter from the government, he had immediately put it on, figuring that it  
would at least be preferable to keep his testicles, and hope that he could  
somehow persuade Melissa to vote him as an Alpha.  

Of course, to become an Alpha you would need a lot more votes than just one.
Graham squirmed in his girdle, feeling intensely frustrated by how pathetic
he had always been with girls. He never knew what to say, and always ended
up in the "friend zone," never being able to elicit the kind of response  
from girls that the true Alphas got so easily, apparently effortlessly.

He had never been able to understand it, although with Melissa he felt that  
there was somehow still a chance. At least she had been willing to make out  
with him that fateful evening when they had been together in front of the fire.
She continued singing along, this time it was a repeat of the chorus which
she had already explained to him, so she made sure he was paying attention.

 This is what makes us girls
 We all look for heaven and we put love first
 Don't you know we'd die for it? It's a curse
 Don't cry about it, don't cry about it
 This is what makes us girls
 We don't stick together 'cause we put love first
 Don't cry about him, don't cry about him
 It's all gonna happen

"Do you believe that, Graham? That it's all gonna happen for you?" she giggled.

Without another word, Melissa turned her back to him and slowly pulled down  
her panties, taking his breath away as she revealed her perfect, round ass.  
Graham’s breath caught in his throat at the sight of her pussy from behind
as she bent over, a mixture of arousal and deep, gut-wrenching shame washing  
over him as his desire overwhelmed his conscious mind and he felt himsely
instinctively trying desperately to erect in her girdle. Of course, that
was not allowed, and his glans soon found itself being pressed into the
funnel, which strongly pinched it. Graham winced as the strong pinch of her
funnel forced him to become once again impotently soft. It was immensely
frustrating to be forced to become flaccid like that, just when he was
most desperate to erect after seeing Melissa's pussy. Her remote control
arousal detector gave two beeps, indicating that he had been quelled.

Melissa glanced teasingly back at him as she continued dancing seductively  
to the song, her eyes gleaming with delighted amusement as she noted the two
"beeps" from her remote control on her wrist, informing her of the intensity  
of his chaste arousal from the sensor within her girdle's chastity enforcement  
sheath. The fact that he had been strongly pinched and forced to become
impotently soft always seemed to amuse her.

“Lick,” she ordered, her voice sultry yet commanding.

Graham hesitated for only a moment before leaning forward, his tongue trembling
as it finally made contact with her perfect skin. Even though the act itself
was degrading beyond words, yet it was all he was allowed to do.  

He was no longer really a man any more in Melissa’s eyes, not after that  
fateful day when he had decided to put on her nanotech girdle of chastity  
to protect himself from the otherwise mandatory orchidectomy.  

Now after her previous night's session with the Alpha he was instead nothing  
more than just a pathetic cuckold. He had been reduced to nothing more than  
a cleaning tool for her to use after she’d been satisfied by the Alpha.

She sang along with the next verse, her eyes wistful:

 The prettiest in-crowd that you had ever seen
 Ribbons in our hair and our eyes gleamed mean
 A freshman generation of degenerate beauty queens
 And you know something?
 They were the only friends I ever had
 We got into trouble and when stuff got bad
 I got sent away and was wavin' on the train platform
 Cryin' 'cause I know I'm never comin' back

As his tongue moved, Melissa continued to sing along with the
"This is what makes us girls" song even as she let out the  
occasional giggle of gentle yet very definitely mocking laughter.  

“Do you even enjoy this, Graham? Licking the ass that the Alpha got to fuck?
Wouldn't you prefer to be hard inside it, fully erect, penetrating me like
he did last night, even filling me with your seed? But instead you're locked
up nice and tight in my girdle of chastity. Do you even remember why you put
it on, so many years ago? Clearly, you’re still so desperate for my attention,
so pathetically willing to do whatever I ask of you, even if it's licking my
little asshole. Pretty as you might find it, I'm sure you'd rather be fucking
it than licking it like you are now, am I right?" she giggled mockingly.

Graham felt desperate in her girdle of chastity, knowing that he didn't have
permission to ask her to unlock him from it. All he could do was strain within  
its strict chastity enforcement sheath, desperate to erect, but forced to  
remain impotently soft between his legs.  

It had been so long since that fateful night when he had accepted her vote  
and had put on her nanotech girdle, knowing that she had the only keys to it,
and that there was no other way to get out of such an advanced chastity  
restraint.

"Think about it, Graham, what if perhaps this will be the closest you’ll  
ever get to being intimate with me? What if licking my asshole is all  
you'll ever be able to do? What if you can never do anything more to me  
than the girls I've been with, the cute little brats who have given me  
pleasure over the college years when I used to fool around a lot more  
with girls than I do today."

Graham continued to lick her, tasting the Alpha's cum still in her asshole.

"No, today I crave penetration, which is why I was with the Alpha last night.
But somehow, I still enjoy your tongue. It seems you're very skilled with it.
Perhaps you should consider actually becoming a girl? After all, then you'd  
have a lot more privileges. So wouldn't it be better for you to transition  
to becoming a girl for real, opting for the gender reassignment surgery?  
At least then you'd be a real girl, with full privileges, instead of only  
being able to lick me like a girl while having to stay locked up, ever so
frustrated with being denied like you are in my girdle of chastity.”

Graham’s face flushed with shame, his eyes stinging with tears that he  
fought to keep at bay. She was suggesting for him to become a girl! Didn't  
she know how much he loved her, how much he wanted to be inside her, to  
penetrate her, to ejaculate inside her, to inseminate her?  

The frustration and jealousy gnawed at him, the constant unyielding tightness  
of her securely-locked girdle of chastity only adding to his misery as he  
thought about the Alpha so easily fucking her the previous night.
 
He wanted to rebel, to scream, to cry, to beg her to release him from her
inescapable girdle, to allow him to be a real man for her, but he knew that  
any such outburst would only make her enjoyment of his chaste predicament  
even sweeter, and she would simply punish him for it by adding a month to  
his enforced chastity duration. It had happened before, and he knew he
didn't want to take the risk of angering her.

He knew that Melissa lived for his frustration and emasculated suffering,  
and he had no choice but to endure it for her. As long as he still had his  
testicles, after all, there was still a chance that he could turn it all  
around, if only she could see how much he truly loved her, unlike those
narcissistic Alphas who he knew only used her for sex, stringing her along,
even fucking her occasionally whenever she begged them to, as she had done  
last night, but deep inside he knew that they didn't care for her like he did.

“You’re nothing,” she teased, her voice low and sultry, “A worthless,  
locked-up cuckold who can’t do anything but use your cute little tongue  
to clean up after a real man. The Alpha would collapse laughing if he  
saw you on your knees licking his cum out of me like you're doing now.”

Her words cut like a blade, the truth of them sinking deep into his soul.  
It was true, he was nothing compared to any of the Alphas, he didn't have
any game, he didn't know how to make her feel like they did. He was just  
a tool that she was using, a joke, something for Melissa to enjoy and  
degrade, never to take all that seriously, although she did love to  
tease him, that much was certain. Still, the way she always sang that  
Lana Del Rey song to him, and even explained it over and over again,
continued to give him hope that she saw something in him.

After what felt like an eternity, Melissa pulled away from him, slipping her  
panties neatly back up with a casual grace that made Graham’s heart ache with  
longing. He wanted so much to be intimate with her, but all he could do was
watch in chastity as her perfect feminine slit was once again covered, hidden
away by her pretty little thin pink silk pantie, leaving only the outline of
her vulva as a stark reminder of what he could never have.  

She looked down at him, her eyes suddenly cold and calculating, but with an  
amused twinkle. A cruel smile began playing on her lips.

“Stand up, you worthless cuck,” she commanded, but with a hint of playfulness.  

Graham eagerly scrambled to his feet, his legs trembling, his mind a whirlwind  
of despair and frustration as he recognized that special tone of voice which
always indicated to him that she was in an experimental mood and planned to  
reward him in some special way that only she could dream up, a way that he  
knew for sure would deepen his love for her.  

She always knew how to give him hope, even though he hated how much power she  
had over him, how he could do nothing but be obedient to her due to the remote  
control she had on her wrist which could instantly deliver powerful electronic  
punishments within his chastity, but at the same time he also knew he would  
never opt for the gender reassignment, he loved her to much.

He knew he was too weak, too spineless, too addicted to the  
small scraps of attention she occasionally meted out and threw his way.
Melissa walked over to her wardrobe, opening it to reveal her collection  
of very beautiful and expensive clothes. She didn't even glance at Graham  
as she spoke, her voice dismissive yet commanding.  

“OK, You’re going to pick out an outfit for me,” she said flatly,  
“I need something that will make the Alpha’s eyes light up when he  
sees me in it tonight, and you'd better make it good because I'm  
lucky to have gotten a second date with him, after how hard he  
fucked me last time I was sure he was just using me for a quickie,  
but apparently he's the kind of golden alpha who is willing to actually  
consider a relationship, can you believe it? I'm such a lucky girl!"

She was clearly delighted at having secured a second 'date' with the Alpha.

"So if you help me play my cards right, maybe I'll even be able to reel him  
in and get him addicted to me. Can you imagine? Me married to a true Alpha!  
How wonderful would that be?"

Graham felt himself squirm in envy in her girdle of chastity.

"If you don't find anything, you’re going to have to buy a new  
dress for me. After all, what else are you good for?”

He nodded numbly, squirming again in her girdle of chastity at the thought  
of her hoping that this Alpha would be the one to propose marriage to her,  
when Graham loved her so much he would be willing to marry her right on the  
spot, and do anything to make her happy. Still, he knew he couldn't let her  
down, even though it was humiliating to have to pick out a dress that would  
make an Alpha salivate over her, and want to fuck her.

Moving to the wardrobe with shaking hands, his heart pounded with a mix of  
fear and desperation as he sifted through all of her pretty clothes, each  
piece more stunning than the last. He knew he had to choose very carefully,  
since Alphas are always very hard to please, so even though she was beyond
stunning, he knew that only one special outfit would be good enough for her  
to entice a true "golden Alpha". Part of him wanted to pick out a lesser
outfit, but a deeper more submissive part knew that he had to select the
perfect dress for her. The pressure to please her was crushing him.

Finally, he found it—the sleek, red dress that he knew clung to her every  
curve, accentuating her perfect figure. He held it up for her inspection,  
his heart racing, knowing that if she didn't like it, the consequences for  
his bank account were going to be dire, as she had very expensive taste.

Melissa's eyes roved over the dress, her expression for a moment unreadable.  
For a moment, Graham thought he had failed, and a cold wave of fear washed  
over him, thinking about how little funds he had remaining in his account.
But then, slowly, almost grudgingly, a cutely delighted smile spread across  
her lips.  

“Not bad, cuck,” she said, her voice still dripping with condescension,
“Maybe you’re not completely useless after all. This dress is indeed one
of my absolute favorites, one that I feel exquisitely sexy in, and I
think you know why..."

He knew she loved this dress, which was why he had picked it out for her.

"Whenever I'm wearing it, I truly can't wait for my panties to be ripped off  
so that I can surrender to being penetrated. I guess that's why you liked me  
in it, I remember I was wearing it when we made out that time on the couch,
in front of the fire that winter. I remember how much I wanted you to fuck  
me in it, but for some reason you chickened out...”

Graham’s heart swelled with a twisted sense of pride, remembering all too
clearly how she had looked at him that night, her eyes deep and wide. She had  
looked simply stunning in that dress, and had been clearly waiting for him to  
make his move on her, but she was right, he was spineless and he had totally
chickened out due to how beautiful she had looked, fearing that she would reject
any sexual advances and consider him a creep. Since he hadn't wanted to lose  
her as a friend, that was how he'd ended up in her friendzone. Nevertheless,  
he had always clung to that small amount of pride that she had wanted him in  
that moment in front of the fire. But it was quickly crushed by her next words.  

“But don’t think for a second that this changes anything between us,” Melissa  
continued, her voice turning icy once more, “You’re still nothing compared to  
that Alpha. You’ll always be beneath him—and beneath me, even if that night I
truly did want you inside me, I'm not gonna lie. You can be really cute and
seductive when you put some effort into it, Graham. Of course, as long as  
you're still locked in my girdle, you'll always be pathetic in my eyes...”

Graham nodded, his head bowed, his spirit utterly broken.  

“I understand,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Melissa accepted the dress from him, standing in only her panties for a moment
before slipping into it, letting the dress fall onto her flawless figure with  
a casual ease that made Graham’s heart ache with longing.  

The memory of how she had rewarded him with his very first kiss while she had  
been wearing this very dress, the way she had then been all over him, pressing  
her body close to him as they'd made out ever so passionately in front of the  
fire, the way she had even let him place his hands over her breasts, the  
smoothness of fabric of her dress making her erect nipples feel absolutely  
incredible under it, the way she had made him strain desperately as he tried  
to overcome his fear of taking things to the next level with her.

In the end, he hadn't wanted to risk their friendship, so he hadn't been  
able to do what she clearly had wanted him to do that night.

But now once again that fateful dress hugged her body perfectly, accentuating  
every curve. Graham couldn't tear his eyes away from her. She turned slowly,  
cutely admiring herself in the mirror, her expression one of intense delighted  
satisfaction as she giggled upon hearing her remote control issue the five-beep
warning of Graham's most intense chaste arousal.  

In the past, before putting on her girdle, he had always loved how much she  
enjoyed turning him on, but with the addition of that detector within his  
chastity enforcement sheath it had been a humiliating new development,  
allowing her to continually be informed of his chaste arousal. He could
no longer keep his arousal secret from her.

“You do like this one a lot, don’t you, Graham.” Melissa stated, her voice  
laced with mockery, “Watching me put on this dress, knowing that it's going  
to be the Alpha who will be tearing it off later turns you on, doesn't it?
How does it feel, knowing that you’ll never, ever be allowed to touch me  
like he does?”

Graham’s throat tightened and he swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure.  
The thought of the Alpha tearing that beautiful sentimental dress made him so  
angry, especially as he wanted only the best for her. His eyes were locked  
on her, on the way her dress hugged her figure, accentuating the curve of  
her perfect hips, the way it dipped low at the neckline, demurely revealing  
just a hint of her perfect cleavage, teasing him with just a glimpse of the  
skin beneath. Frustration and jealousy burned inside him, the intensity of it  
almost too much for him to bear. That was when he noticed she was also wearing  
a necklace with something dangling on it, which was for the moment hidden in  
her cleavage. Melissa rarely wore a necklace, why was she wearing one now?

Melissa caught him gazing at her necklace in the mirror, and her brown eyes  
twinkled with mysterious amusement. She turned to face him, placing one hand  
on her hip and letting the other trace along the neckline of her dress, pulling
it down ever so slightly, just enough to show off slightly more of her cleavage,
but not allowing him to see what was on her necklace.

"Interested in my necklace?" she asked innocently.

Graham’s eyes followed her every movement, his breath catching in his throat  
with the intensity of his desire for her. Her remote control beeped again,  
betraying his chaste arousal, and she smiled knowingly.

“Imagine the Alpha’s hands on me, Graham,” she whispered, her voice sultry and  
teasing, “Imagine him pulling this dress off, his fingers touching every part  
of me that you’ll never get to touch. I'm going to tell him about you, about
how you put on my girdle. Imagine how much he'll enjoy hearing that you’re  
always going to be denied, while you have to stay nice and soft in my girdle.”

Graham’s fists clenched at his sides, the frustration and jealousy burning  
through him like fire. He wanted to rebel, to cry out, to beg her to stop,  
to reconsider, but he knew it would be useless, and that she'd punish him  
with another month in chastity for any such outburst.

Melissa clearly didn't care about his frustration or about his
emotional suffering. In fact, she seemed to relish it.

She took a step closer to him, her hips swaying seductively, her incredible
dress clinging to her body in a way that made Graham’s heart ache with longing  
as he remembered how she had kissed him that night on the couch in front of  
the fire.

“You wish you could be him, don’t you?” she taunted, her voice low and mocking,
“You wish you could make me feel the way he does. But for now, Graham, it seems
that you can’t. I'm not sure why, because I still find you very cute, after  
all that's why I voted for you. But it seems there's something missing.
Perhaps it's that spark of confidence that the Alpha always has. Whatever
is is, it seems, you simply don't have it. Perhaps you’ll never be anything  
but a pathetic, locked-up cuckold?”

Her voice was gentle yet mocking. Graham’s eyes began to sting with tears,  
but he refused to let them fall. He stared at her, his heart heavy with the  
weight of his own inadequacy. Melissa was right—he had never been confident  
like those Alphas, and even that time when she had kissed him, he hadn't been  
sure what would happen if he tried to take things to the next level. Clearly,
he would never be an Alpha. He would never be anything more than a cute  
plaything for her amusement.

Just then, Melissa lightly trailed her fingers down the front of her dress,  
drawing his gaze to where her hand moved.  

“You can look, Graham,” she said, her voice soft and teasing,  
“But you can’t touch. You’ll never touch.”

The words hit him like a blow, the truth of them sinking deep into his soul.  
He was so close to her, yet so far away, and it was driving him mad with the
intensity of his frustration, especially being denied any possibility of an
erection while locked in her nanotech girdle of chastity. The frustration and  
jealousy twisted inside him, a cruel reminder of everything he could never  
have, of all the things he could never change.

Melissa smiled, a cruel, satisfied smile, and turned away from him, giving him  
a perfect view of her back, her long vulnerable neck, and allowing him to see
the perfect way the dress hugged her curves and her cute ass. She was still  
standing ever so close to him. It was as though she was daring him to make  
a move on her, but at the same time, her next words were just the opposite.

“Now get out,” she said coldly, not even bothering to look at him,  
“I have a real man to get ready for. You’re dismissed.”

Still, she made no move away from him, even though she had just told him
that she wanted to get heady for her man. He was standing so close to her  
that he could smell her soft fragrance. She seemed to be playing with her
necklace, gently tugging on it, thoughtfully playing with whatever small
item that had moments ago been nestled between her breasts, in her cleavage.
But he couldn't quite see what it was because of how she was playing with
it between her fingers.  

But why was she just standing there, so close to him?

Somehow he knew in that instant that all he had to do would be to reach out  
and take her into his arms and kiss her, and she would respond in just the  
way he had always dreamed. But to his dismay, just like on that fateful night  
when she had been making out with him, he found that he simply didn't have  
the courage, and when she eventually glanced back over her shoulder at him,  
seeing him still hesitating, still stupidly standing there and taking no
action, her look of disappointment was one he would never forget.

She let go of her necklace and as she stepped away from him, he saw it.

His chastity key!  

She had been thoughtfully playing with it, right there on her necklace!  

It would have been so easy to just kiss her, to sweep her off her feet, and
get her so turned on that she surely would have unlocked him and freed him
from his chaste predicament.

But now she was looking at him like he was a complete idiot.  

He even noticed her blush self-consciously as she quickly slipped his  
chastity key back into her cleavage, before once again reasserting her  
dominant expression, as though trying to put out of her mind her moment  
of vulnerability when she had been considering unlocking him from her girdle.
Graham squirmed in chastity at the thought of the incredible opportunity that  
he had just missed. He truly was an idiot.

"After you picked out such a beautiful dress for me,  
I think it's only right for me to return the favor..." she murmured teasingly.

"What?" Graham asked, puzzled.

"Well, since you'll be home alone while I'm with my Alpha, I have to think...
Now, what kind of dress would be appropriate? You'll need to be doing some
cleaning for me, so I think perhaps this French Maid's outfit will suit you.
How about it?" she asked teasingly, "If you put it on, I'll deduct a month
from your chaste lockup time..."

"Really?"

"Yes, but while I'm out, you'll have to stay in your cage..."

He didn't like the thought of being put into her cage, but at the same time,  
removing a whole month from his enforced chastity duration would bring him  
so much closer to being free from her girdle. He didn't hesitate.

"It's a deal!" he said.

"OK, put on your French Maid's dress, and don't forget your corset, pantyhose
and high heels, they're part of your outfit. By the way, everything has little
locks, so make sure to close them as you put on your outfit."

He dutifully slipped the sheer pantyhose up his legs and over her girdle of
chastity, then put on the corset, lacing it up before carefully locking it.
He then he stepped into her French Maid's dress, which turned out to have an  
attached pantie. He struggled to get his shoulders into it, causing it to  
tighten up considerably between his legs. After some struggling, he managed
to close its long back zipper, securing it with the little lock. He felt
intensely submissive being in such a pretty dress.

Stepping into her high heels and clicking their little locks closed, he finally
stood up. Balancing precariously in the high heels, he looked down at himself,
the many layers of silk petticoats of her French Maid's dress tickling the tops
of his thighs through the sheer pantyhose making him desperate to erect in her
girdle of chastity under his skirts. Her bracelet controller beeped, betraying  
his chaste arousal at being dressed up in such an exquisitely effeminate outfit.

"Such a pretty maid you make!" she giggled,  
"Well, into your cage for now," she announced.

Dutifully, he walked into her cage, and she closed the bars behind him.

A mixture of excitement, euphoria, uncertainty, and arousal flowed through him. In fact, he was so excited that his hands were shaking slightly. Thirteen long months he had waited. 13 months it had been since she had proposed, 13 months they had been engaged. And now - on their wedding night - they could finally do what he had longed for for so many years. Today he would become a man and feel what he had seen in so many stories, films, porn. Tonight, was the night he would finally lose his virginity.

She patted the bed, smiled gently at him, "Sit down, my love".

He did as she asked, sat down on the bed, exactly where she had tapped and watched her kneel on the floor in front of him. Her fingers undid first his belt buckle, then his trousers. His heart was pounding, and he felt the blood rushing between his legs. She first took off his trousers and then slipped the soft pink panties over his smooth legs, so that he sat before her completely naked. It had taken him a long time to be persuaded to wear girl's underwear. At that time, she had literally begged him, she liked the sight so much. It had been many years ago - they had still been teenagers.

"Wow, look how he's pushing against the cage," she whispered, gently stroking the bars of his chastity cage with her fingers. She giggled softly and undid her necklace, to which the key was attached. "Let's let the little one out then. You really deserve it, baby. You've waited soo long. I can hardly believe it... 13 whole months. More than a whole year."

That wasn't really true. In the beginning, she had bought him another cage. For the day of their engagement. However, he was able to get out of it. A few weeks later, she took him to the piercing studio. After everything had healed, she bought a new cage - a smaller one - which could also be connected to the new piercing in his glans. This way, it was no longer possible for him to free himself. Because of this interruption, it was probably only a little over 11 months in which he had not had a single proper erection. This fact frightened him the most. He was afraid that his body had forgotten how to make the penis stiff. Against this, however, was the fact that he was constantly trying to break out of the cage, especially when he was licking her. A futile act of rebelling against the bars of steel.

"You're dripping again, my darling," she said lovingly, watching a drop of pleasure move slowly as a silver thread from the top of the cage towards the floor. He knew nothing to say to it. His cheeks glowed and nervously he watched the key in her hand. She placed it on the bed.

"You know what? I want you to lick me first. What would a first time be without foreplay?"

She took off her panties, lay on the bed and opened her legs. She too was wet, so wet that he discovered a cream-coloured stain in her panties. She smelled like sex which made him even hornier.

Actually, he didn't need the foreplay at all. Especially since it was his first time and not hers. Even when they had met, she was no longer a virgin. After they got together, however, it became clear relatively quickly that she still didn't want to have sex until they were married. At least not with him. It's so precious that you're still a virgin... that's so rare... let's save that for a very special night. She had said this and other things to him, for years, until she finally proposed. But that didn't mean that they hadn't satisfied each other in their years in partnership other than by penetration. At some point it had become almost a daily routine for him to pleasure her with his tongue and mouth. And sometimes she had also taken his member between her thumb and forefinger and pushed the foreskin up and down until he had an orgasm.

She also met other men. After all, she was no longer a virgin and thus had no reason to abstain from real sex.

He felt her hand rest on the back of his head, and she guided his head between her legs with gentle pressure. She was rarely as wet as she was today. Usually only when she came home from one of her lovers. She tasted a little salty today, almost a little like cum. Amazing how similar men and women could taste. She moaned out, took his head between her hands and moved her pelvis up and down so that she rubbed herself over his mouth and nose. With all his strength his penis was now pressing against the metal.

"Okay baby!" she said breathlessly, pushing him away. Obviously she almost came, but she wanted to save that for later. “Are you ready?”

"Yes!" he breathed in a shaky voice. She smiled, took the key from the bed, knelt in front of him and opened the lock. Carefully she pulled the front of the cage off his cock, which immediately reared up and reached its full size. Clearly the imprints of the bars were visible on his skin. Another drop of precum came out of his glans.

"Naww, I don't remember him that small" she said, her voice sounding warm and loving.

She lay down again on her back and opened her legs again, smiling at him encouragingly. He could hardly believe it. Now was the time. Now he would finally feel what he had imagined so many times before. Suddenly he looked between her legs with a completely different gaze. It was no longer just the place through which he could give her pleasure - now their bodies would connect, he would be inside her and not just with her. He propped his hands up beside her head, feeling his stiff penis touch her skin. Briefly they looked into each other's eyes, then he kissed her. Her lips tasted different than usual too, a little salty, just as she had tasted downstairs. Briefly he stopped kissing her. He wanted to feel it very closely, to concentrate on nothing else. Then he penetrated her, felt the warmth of her body and how she enclosed him. It was indescribable. She sighed softly. He began to move inside her. He almost blacked out, it felt so good to feel her after many long months of not even feeling her fingers. His movements became faster, more uncontrolled. Everything felt like it was in slow motion. He could feel it rising inside him. Almost threateningly, he felt it in his abdomen and his movement became even faster. He couldn't even hear her voice properly. She hadn't moaned either. "Baby..." it came to him muffled, as if from a distance. Her hands went to his hips, and she pushed him away. Suddenly he no longer felt her warmth and tightness, only the cool air. The last thrust was enough to bring him over the edge. He groaned, looked down at himself and watched as his cock spilled twitching over her belly. He felt a confusing mixture of relief and disappointment.

"Baby, this isn't doing anything for me," she said, looking at him apologetically. He looked back questioningly, his cock still twitching slightly in front of him. Briefly she watched, amused.

"It doesn't do anything for me. I can't really feel you." She sighed and put a hand on his cheek. "Look, I've noticed that about other men too. Sometimes they're just too small and then it doesn't give me anything... I disappeared into the bathroom with Mike for a minute today during the party and he has a... slightly bigger penis than you. And that feels completely different. He only had to thrust a few times and I came right away... But that's not a bad thing! You're much better with your tongue than most men."

She smiled encouragingly at him, gathered the pieces of the cage from the bed and slipped the cool metal over his half erect, just as she had done a year ago.

"I'm sorry. It just doesn't do anything for me. And then I just don't want us to have sex. But at least now you know what it feels like, and you have a memory. It's what you've always wanted. And you get to keep eating me out a lot. I just don't want your cock inside me again. Please don't ask about it again either, that subject is over."

She smiled at him again full of love, pulled his head to her and kissed him very gently and intimately. Again, he could taste the saltiness of her lips and what Mike and she had done in the bathroom during the party.

Thank you to anyone and all of you who took time out to send feedback and encouragement. Means so much! Love that some of you are loving Mistress Summer as much as i did when first writing this a few years back!

Summer Rules : Part 2

Summer waltzed back to her home, locking Dan in his house all tied up. What had she just done? She took time to reflect on the events that just happened, and what was to come. It somehow just happened, she hadn’t planned on any of that happening although she had known about Dan’s little secret submissive side for a while, as she had taken a sneak peak around when she was looking after his house. Infact, it was the catalyst for her to research BDSM and the Female Dominated World. It didn’t take her long to realise it was something she was more than interested in and realised it was what was missing in her previous relationships.

The kettle went on as Summer bounded upstairs, taking her bikini top off and shrugging out of her shorts. Her pussy still tingled from Dan’s tongue, which is all she could think about as she got into the shower. My word, her pussy was still moist and she was still turned on from the thought of Dan struggling against his bondage in the house next door. Scrubbing herself clean Summer collected her thoughts, but found that she was torn with what to do. Does she start off harsh and really show him who is the boss by just teasing him some more before locking him up? Or does she give him the orgasm of his life before locking him up and giving him a hint of what could be happening in the future? Or maybe a ruined orgasm, letting him build up before leaking out in a frustrated stream? The possibilities were endless but one thing Summer was very sure of, is that it would be her decision, and she would be getting more pleasure more regularly than ever before. This thought made Summer smile as she dried herself and made herself a nice strong coffee, thinking the night may still be young.

Dan struggled against his bonds, how did he get himself into this mess? His mind was a muddle. In one way what had just happened had been beyond intense and exactly what he had fantasized about, but then there was the fear that he may be losing control of his life. What was Summer going to do when she came back? He was so, so horny, would he be allowed an orgasm before getting locked up? Should he just say that it shouldn’t go any further? He held a managerial career, could he afford to give up control in his private life? He had always known he was submissive from an early age, and had never hidden the fact to all his previous girlfriends, but none of them were interested, and he never pushed it. A little moan escaped his panty gag as the Viagra really kicked in, his cock felt harder than ever before, almost to the point of being painful! Was it because of the drug? Or was it the situation? Maybe even the woman who had put him in this predicament? An image of Summer’s gorgeous green eyes, superb body, curvy and soft in all the right places, and those amazing legs that he had been allowed to worship. All Dan could do was think and wonder what would happen next………

Summer had chosen her outfit well, she was currently checking herself out in her mirror and wondered what to do with her hair. Had to be kept down as she had already noticed Dan checking her out previously, and had even commented on how great her wavy, long brunette hair was. She decided on a long ponytail, which complimented her outfit perfectly. Summer Looked great, even if she did say so herself. A quick glance at her watch, 2130, she had been gone for an hour and a half but decided to leave Dan waiting for another half hour while she finished her coffee, and actually began to feel quite nervous, thinking about whether she had crossed the line or not, and if Dan had wanted to keep it as fantasy only. Summer finally decided that because it was what she wanted, if Dan wasn’t interested she would fill out her Fetlife profile properly and start her search in earnest. Summer grabbed her coat despite the warm weather, to cover up her outfit and headed next door.

Dan was stuck in his thoughts when he heard the key in the door, heard it open followed by Summer pottering about downstairs. It had felt like five or six hours as he had lost all track of time. His heartbeat rose as he heard footsteps indicating Summer was on her way up the stairs. Involuntarily, his cock twitched in anticipation and he turned his head towards the door. Even he was not expecting the vision that walked through the door. His eyes were drawn to the thigh high boots that encased Summer’s calves in shiny PVC, moving up to the seamed stockings the start of a boned corset PVC dress, which started mid-thigh. The corset dress really showed off Summer’s hips and cinched in her waist, before finding her breasts pushed up and almost spilling out of the top of the corset, her hair fell down over her shoulder. Dan barely registered the PVC gloves before locking onto those gorgeous green eyes, feeling drawn in to them, he could feel himself giving all control over to those hypnotic eyes. Summer flickered a smile before saying “Want to take a picture slave boy?”.

Summer was absolutely buzzing, confidence literally soaring as she noticed Dan’s eyes take in every last inch of her body. Having this much power could get addictive she thought to herself as she strode towards the bed and took out the gag she had placed in his mouth earlier. “Well, well, well. Someone is looking incredibly horny, got anything to say for yourself slutty boy?” Asked Summer.

“Umm, Summer… I need time-ARGGHHHHH” Dan’s words turned into a cry as Summer’s hand shot to his balls and grabbed them. Summer felt the skin tighten and revelled in the feel of his balls against her hand. “You shall address me as Mistress Summer from now on slave Dan. This night is all about learning new rules for you, as I think we both will enjoy our new found roles here. Do you understand your first rule slave?” Demanded Summer.

“Yes.” Replied Dan, quickly adding “Mistress.”
“Good boy, now do not forget it.” Summer teased as she slowly begin to massage his balls now and lightly stroke his cock, “Are you feeling comfortable tied up for this length of time slave boy?” Asked Summer.

Dan had to take a deep breath at the sudden arousal shooting through his body as this PVC clad Goddess lightly stroked his cock and balls. “Yes Mistress Summer, I exist to please you in any way possible, and will do my best to serve you as you so wish.” Summer smiled at this. Well that was one theory proved, if a man is horny, and you’re giving him pleasure he will generally say yes to anything! Gently lifting herself off the bed, Summer moved around the bed and began to delve into Dan’s bedside cabinet, which she knew was full of his kinky toys. She had been through this cabinet a few times in the past and wanted to test a few things out. Grabbing the nipple clamps, some lube, a condom and some deep heat, Summer put the things on the bed and said, “Well, you need to learn that I can punish just as well as please you slave boy, so we are going to test some pleasure/pain theories now.” With these words Summer began to toy with his nipples, pinching them gently to groans of pleasure from Dan, first the right one, and then the left one, warming them up before finally attaching the nipple clamps. She loved Dan’s reactionary hiss as each clamp went on, an even bigger hiss escaped through his teeth as she pulled and twisted them, he groaned in pain.

“Now slave boy, I want you to lick my pussy, but nice and slowly, in small circles, and remember, if you are not good then I shall punish,” Summer said as she hitched her dress up, giving Dan a view of her purple French knickers, before pulling them to one side and slowly backing up to Dan’s waiting tongue. Summer was straddled over Dan’s chest and was pleasantly surprised at his very delicate licks, a little moan escaped her lips. “Rule number 2 slave, you will not cum unless given permission, this is your most important rule and you will be punished extremely severely. From this day forward you will not have an orgasm unless expressly permitted by me, understood slave?” Said Summer sternly as she slowly took Dan’s cock into her hand. Between his slow and light licks Dan managed a quick “yes Mistress” before gasping out loud as he felt Summer’s mouth take his heavily erect cock into her mouth. Summer tickled her tongue on the underside of his cock as she proceeded to take his full length.

Summer began to deep throat Dan, alternating between massaging his balls, and grasping them, keeping Dan unaware of what was coming next. She could feel her own orgasm approaching as she raked her teeth up his shaft, Dan’s moans adding to the vibration on her pussy, she could feel Dan getting closer to the edge, and just before she let her own orgasm take her, she heard a small voice ask , “Permission to cum Mistress Summer?”. Summer pulled away immediately saying, “No way slave boy, but keep your tongue moving, I think you’re going to make me cum again!” Summer was pretty impressed with Dan’s self-control as he went back to small and gentle circles on her pussy.

SLAP! Summer couldn’t resist a swift smack to Dan’s balls as she neared her orgasm, getting pushed closer as Dan screamed into her pussy, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, she hit him three more times as she rode over the edge of her orgasm, pleasure spreading swiftly from her pussy to her whole body, almost making her skin electric to the touch. Screaming in pleasure, Summer collapsed on Dan’s body, her eyes level with Dan’s throbbing cock, desperate for release. She smiled evilly as she rolled off him. “Good slaves are good bootlickers too, so get that talented tongue of yours to work slutty boy!” Demanded Summer as she lifted her right leg. Dan eagerly kissed and licked the boots to the best of his ability, straining at his bonds.

Summer took 5 minutes recovery per boot, getting Dan to lick them nice and clean, and even forcing him to deep throat each heel, as she gave him rule number 3. “Well, I believe Mistresses should be worshipped and helped out, so after work each night I will expect you to come round and clean a room of mine. This will allow me to keep my eye on you, and will help in your need to serve. Do you understand this rule slave boy?”

“Yes Mistress, I would be honoured to clean for you.” Dan replied, almost on auto-pilot as he had no idea what he would say until the words came out of his mouth. Summer smiled and asked, “Run through what rules we have so far slutty boy.”

“1. I shall always address you as Mistress” Started Dan.

Summer interrupted, “Unless we are in public slave, then just call me Summer, but I shall be counting every Mistress that you miss off and that will turn into extra days into chastity!” Summer was amazed that she had just thought of this. It was obvious tonight was going to end up with Dan in his new Birdlocked chastity device, and it was clear to her that he wanted this just as much as she did.
“I understand Mistress.” carried on Dan, “2. I will never cum without your express permission Mistress, and number 3. I shall come round and clean a room in your house every night after work Mistress.”

“Good slave boy good,” murmured Summer before adding, “just remember rule number 2 during the next bit.” With this Summer grabbed the condom and tore off the wrapper and opened up the condom slightly, she grabbed the deep heat and liberally squirted some into the condom before showing Dan. His eyes widened as he realised the predicament he could be in. “You know where this is going don’t you slaveboy?” Asked Summer.

Dan just nodded as he lost his voice and could only watch in horror as she expertly put the condom onto his still, hard as a rock, cock! Summer jerked him a few times to ensure the deep heat cream spread around the condom. Dan whimpered as his cock began to warm up, growing steadily warmer and warmer. He wondered if Mistress Summer was going to force him to cum like this as he knew from stories that cum really reacts to the deep heat and becomes almost unbearable, but his nipples were also now on fire too, after nearly an hour of having the clamps on. One thing he did know, he was enjoying every minute of the pain and humiliation!

Summer stopped jerking Dan off and poured lube over his sheathed cock. She needed his cock inside her and she would get what she wanted. She slowly undid the clasps on the corset before realising that this would be the first time Dan would see her breasts. She turned towards him and slowly unclipped the clasps one by one, staring into his wide blue eyes showing his desire, but also that he was in a lot of pain too. This was a heady cocktail for Summer, which just made her happy inside. She had never felt this way before, what had she been missing out on? She finally freed her breasts from the corset, again with a little moan of pleasure from Dan, which brought a smile to her face. She advised him, “My nipples are extremely sensitive slaveboy, so you will be worshipping them lots in the future, but right now, I need your cock deep in me, so you can just imagine sucking them, and licking them and suckling them!” As she said this she positioned herself over his cock and began to rock up and down slowly.

Slowly Summer began to ride Dan, She could tell that he was in agony and ecstasy as the deep heat and nipple clamps really kicked in, Suddenly Summer stopped halfway up Dan’s cock, PVC boots on show squatting over Dan. “Fuck me hard slave boy, I am not doing all the work!” Shouted Summer. Dan needed no encouragement to take up thrusting, hard and fast, wanting nothing more than to cum inside this beautiful Goddess, he would accept the inevitable pain from the deep heat, he would even give up orgasms just to cum inside her. Summer’s grunts and groans increased as Dan pumped harder and harder, straining against his bonds closing in on an edge. Summer couldn’t believe it as she screamed out another orgasm as Dan thrust through the pain, “Oh yes, YES! OH GOD YES!” screamed Summer just as she heard the inevitable question from Dan,

“Permission to cum Mistress Summer?”

Summer smiled……

To Be Continued….

Tom knelt on the cold, unforgiving floor, the cruel bite of the chastity device around his groin a constant reminder of his utter worthlessness. His heart pounded in his chest as Kinsley stood over him, her expression hard and devoid of any warmth. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back in perfect waves, her piercing blue eyes fixed on him with a look of pure disdain.

“You disgust me, Tom,” she spat, her voice cold and cutting. “On your knees, locked up, and desperate for even a scrap of my attention. Pathetic.”

The words hit him like a punch to the gut, but he knew better than to respond. He kept his head bowed, trying to hide the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes. Kinsley didn’t care about his pain—she thrived on it.

Kinsley began to circle him slowly, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor, each step a reminder of her power over him. “Do you know what the Alpha did to me last night?” she asked, her voice dripping with cruel satisfaction. “He took me in every way imaginable. I screamed his name, begged for more. And you? You were here, locked away, completely useless.”

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Jealousy and frustration twisted inside Tom, burning like acid in his veins. The thought of Kinsley with the Alpha—his powerful, dominant rival—made him want to scream. He hated how much he envied the Alpha, how much he longed to be in his place, but deep down, he knew that would never happen. He was nothing compared to the Alpha, and Kinsley never let him forget it.

“But today, you’ll get a taste of what he enjoys,” Kinsley continued, her tone mocking. “That’s the only thing you’re good for, after all.”

Without another word, she turned her back to him and slowly pulled down her panties, revealing her perfect, round ass. Tom’s breath caught in his throat, a mixture of arousal and deep, gut-wrenching shame washing over him. Kinsley glanced back at him, her eyes gleaming with cold amusement.

“Lick,” she ordered, her voice sharp and commanding.

Tom hesitated for only a moment before leaning forward, his tongue trembling as it made contact with her skin. The act was degrading beyond words, yet it was all he was allowed to do. He wasn’t a man in Kinsley’s eyes—just a pathetic cuckold, a cleaning tool for her to use after she’d been satisfied by the Alpha.

As his tongue moved, Kinsley let out a harsh, mocking laugh. “Do you even enjoy this, Tom? Licking the ass that the Alpha fucked? You’re so desperate, so pathetic. This is the closest you’ll ever get to me.”

Tom’s face flushed with shame, his eyes stinging with tears that he fought to keep at bay. The frustration and jealousy gnawed at him, the tightness of the chastity device only adding to his misery. He wanted to scream, to cry, to beg her to release him, but he knew it would only make her enjoyment even sweeter. Kinsley lived for his suffering, and he had no choice but to endure it.

“You’re nothing,” she hissed, her voice low and venomous. “A worthless, locked-up cuckold who can’t do anything but clean up after a real man. The Alpha would laugh if he saw you like this.”

The words cut deep, the truth of them sinking into his soul. He was nothing compared to the Alpha. He was just a tool, a joke, something for Kinsley to laugh at and degrade.

After what felt like an eternity, Kinsley pulled away from him, slipping her panties back on with a casual grace that made Tom’s heart ache with longing. She looked down at him, her eyes cold and calculating, a cruel smile playing on her lips.

“Stand up, you worthless cuck,” she commanded. Tom scrambled to his feet, his legs trembling, his mind a whirlwind of despair and frustration. He hated how much power she had over him, how he could do nothing but obey, but he also knew he would never leave her. He was too weak, too addicted to the small scraps of attention she occasionally threw his way.

Kinsley walked over to her wardrobe, opening it to reveal her collection of beautiful, expensive clothes. She didn’t even glance at Tom as she spoke, her voice cold and dismissive. “You’re going to pick out an outfit for me,” she said flatly. “Something that will make the Alpha’s eyes light up when he sees me. And you’re going to buy it for me. After all, what else are you good for?”

Tom nodded numbly, moving to the wardrobe with shaking hands. His heart pounded with a mix of fear and desperation as he sifted through the clothes, each piece more stunning than the last. He knew that only one would be good enough for her, and the pressure to please her was crushing.

Finally, he found it—a sleek, red dress that clung to every curve, accentuating her perfect figure. He held it up for her inspection, his heart racing, knowing that if she didn’t like it, the consequences would be dire.

Kinsley’s eyes roved over the dress, her expression unreadable. For a moment, Tom thought he had failed, and a cold wave of fear washed over him. But then, slowly, a cruel smile spread across her lips. “Not bad, cuck,” she said, her voice dripping with condescension. “Maybe you’re not completely useless after all.”

Tom’s heart swelled with a twisted sense of pride, but it was quickly crushed by her next words. “But don’t think for a second that this changes anything,” Kinsley continued, her voice turning icy once more. “You’re still nothing compared to the Alpha. You’ll always be beneath him—and beneath me.”

Tom nodded, his head bowed, his spirit utterly broken. “I understand, Mistress,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Kinsley took the dress from him, slipping it onto her flawless figure with a casual ease that made Tom’s heart ache with longing. The fabric hugged her body perfectly, accentuating every curve, and Tom couldn’t tear his eyes away. She turned slowly, admiring herself in the mirror, her expression one of cold satisfaction.

“You like this, don’t you, Tom?” Kinsley asked, her voice laced with mockery. “Watching me put on this dress, knowing that the Alpha will tear it off later? Knowing that you’ll never, ever be allowed to touch me like he does?”

Tom’s throat tightened, and he swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure. His eyes were locked on her, on the way the dress hugged her hips, the way it dipped low at the neckline, teasing him with just a hint of the skin beneath. Frustration and jealousy burned inside him, the intensity of it almost too much to bear.

Kinsley caught his gaze in the mirror, her blue eyes glinting with cruel amusement. She turned to face him, placing one hand on her hip and letting the other trace the neckline of the dress, pulling it down just enough to show off more of her cleavage. Tom’s eyes followed her every movement, his breath catching in his throat.

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“Imagine the Alpha’s hands on me, Tom,” she whispered, her voice sultry and teasing. “Imagine him pulling this dress off, his fingers touching every part of me that you’ll never get to touch. Imagine how much he enjoys what you’re denied.”

Tom’s fists clenched at his sides, the frustration and jealousy burning through him like fire. He wanted to cry out, to beg her to stop, but he knew it would be useless. Kinsley didn’t care about his suffering—in fact, she relished it.

She took a step closer to him, her hips swaying seductively, the dress clinging to her body in a way that made Tom’s heart ache with longing. “You wish you could be him, don’t you?” she taunted, her voice low and mocking. “You wish you could make me feel the way he does. But you can’t, Tom. You’ll never be anything but a pathetic, locked-up cuckold.”

Tom’s eyes stung with tears, but he refused to let them fall. He stared at her, his heart heavy with the weight of his own inadequacy. Kinsley was right—he would never be the Alpha. He would never be anything more than a plaything for her amusement.

Kinsley reached out, lightly trailing her fingers down the front of the dress, drawing his gaze to where her hand moved. “You can look, Tom,” she said, her voice soft and teasing. “But you can’t touch. You’ll never touch.”

The words hit him like a blow, the truth of them sinking deep into his soul. He was so close to her, yet so far away, and it was driving him mad. The frustration and jealousy twisted inside him, a cruel reminder of everything he could never have.

Kinsley smiled, a cruel, satisfied smile, and turned away from him, giving him a perfect view of her back, the way the dress hugged her curves. “Now get out,” she said coldly, not even bothering to look at him. “I have a real man to get ready for. You’re dismissed.”

Tom’s heart shattered as he backed out of the room, his eyes never leaving her figure. The door closed behind him with a soft click, and he was left alone in the hallway, the sound of his own breathing echoing in his ears. He was nothing, and Kinsley had made sure he knew it. The image of her in that dress, the way she had taunted him, would haunt him for the rest of the day—maybe even longer.

As he walked away, Tom knew that no matter how much it hurt, he would keep coming back. He was trapped, a slave to his own pathetic desires and to Kinsley’s cruel games. And there was nothing he could do to change it.

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Link to Part 19

https://www.reddit.com/r/ChastityStories/comments/1h0vhto/how_she_became_my_roommate_then_my_girlfriend/

After two wonderful weeks of camping, with Mistress frustrating me and humiliating me and being the most wonderfully fun and interesting person to be around, we returned home to wait for word from her thesis committee.

And as we waited, we had to start thinking about a job for her.  Annie started sending out applications as soon as we returned.  She spent hours on the phone every day calling labs, universities, hospitals, wherever she might be able to find a job. 

She’s received a lot of interest but it soon became apparent that we were going to have to move.  There was nothing anywhere near where we live now and her department has been rather non-committal about the availability of positions.  Moving means giving up all that we have - leaving behind Paula, Dawn, Nancy and Joe, Rod, and a whole host of other friends.

I can work from anywhere, so it doesn’t much matter where we go in those terms, but there are a lot of places we don’t want to go – especially those states that are trying to turn women into livestock.  We talk a lot about where we would and wouldn’t go.  We talked a lot about how we would evaluate the opportunities.  Paula looks totally stricken at the thought of Annie and me moving away.  Yeah, we can promise to keep in touch, but we both know that if we move away we’re going to lose what we have with her.

Annie made a solemn vow to both Paula and me that we would carefully discuss any offers she gets and make sure that all of us are comfortable and in good agreement about location.

Annie has talked me into another video with Rod.  He and I spent an afternoon talking about what I saw at his party and talked about the dichotomy of the guy I’ve played with versus a guy who would have that kind of thing going on at his party.  Based on talking with him, I’m willing to accept that the same person can be gentle and seductive for those who need gentle and seductive and can be brutal for those who need brutal.

Still, I bring both Annie AND Paula to the shoot.  Paula is of course giving me a lot of shit about “stud” and being excited about me doing a bi video.  She still can’t believe that I would do one.  After what I did with Joe that night, I’m not having as much trouble believing that I’m doing one.

And when we get to the studio, I almost run out screaming before we start.  Annie and Rod have decided to do that totally wrapped in tape thing with just the cock and balls (and nipples) exposed.  The one where the guy had electrodes attached to his balls and was having them fried.  There won’t be any electrodes anywhere in this one and the goal is for Rod to drive me out of my fucking mind with softness, gentle touches, and a lot of different paintbrushes and feather.  Still, it was a close thing when Rod and Mistress told me what they had decided to do and they brought out a pair of Doc Martens for me to put on.

Fun Fact:  feathers and paint brushes in the right hands are an instrument of torture.  Horrible, horrible, wonderful torture.   

He started out with a feather on my balls and that space between the balls and the anus (it has a name but I don’t remember it).  I’ve never known that area could be so sensitive.  The hard little tip drawing across that space and drawing across the balls literally felt like an electric shock (well, not like that one we saw being delivered at Rod’s place).  Maybe because of circumstances (me tied up, with Annie and Paula there, along with Rod) or maybe it was something about technique but it felt like little electric shocks.  Not arousing in the classical sense, but just making me want more.

Then he switched to paintbrushes.  Not the small kind that you do art with, but the bigger ones for painting rooms.  Mid-sized room brushes.  Soft mid-sized room brushes.  Whisking up and down the shaft of my cock.  Exciting the sensitive skin, deeply arousing, but not any pressure and certainly not enough pressure to bring me anywhere near the edge.  It was truly tease – like a woman running her fingernails up and down your cock, but softer.  Uhhhhhh.  I don’t have the words for it except that it was more a frustrating tease than anything anyone has ever done to me before.  It put me deep in sub-space.  I literally lost touch with the world and was just in some wonderful place.

And then he switched to the head of my cock.  Two soft brushes, one on either side, sweeping quickly back and forth, back and forth, back and forth over the sensitive skin.  I think I’ve mentioned before that the head of my cock may be more sensitive than most and that I “lock up” during head games, lose some sensitivity, and can’t come.  This wasn’t enough to lock me up, which means that my brain wasn’t moderating or limiting the sensation in any way.  It was full on sensation.  I know I was squirming (not that I could squirm in that setup.  I knew I was begging and pleading to be touched, not that anyone could understand what I was saying.  I was told later that I was crying in desperation.  But I didn’t know I was doing any of those things because I was going deeper and deeper into sub-space.

And then it just stopped.  NOOOOOOOOOOOOO.  Please no.  Please don’t stop.  Please finish me.  Please.  Please.  Please.  Please.  I thrash.  I struggle.  I beg.

And after a lot of begging, I feel a hand on my cock.  A wonderfully soft hand with lots of lube.  Stroking me gently.  Slowly.  Oh it’s heaven.  It’s bliss.  A perfect touch, slowly but inexorably moving me toward the edge.   Mostly just one hand, but sometimes two.  I think it’s just one person because the two hands are in such perfect sync.  Ahhhh yes.  I don’t know who it is, but whoever it is is perfect.  And all I have to do is lay there for this beautiful, wonderful sensation.  It goes on forever, getting me closer and closer and closer.

And then fucking stops.  God damn it!!!!  I’m shaking.  I’m struggling against the tape.  I’m screaming into the gag and mask. 

And then the stroking starts up again.  Slowly, very slowly.  Gently.  Building up over time.  Sometimes little licks of the head of my cock interspersed.  The hands and the technique feel a little different from the first one.  Who cares, it’s wonderful.  I am back in that state of perfect calm, letting this wonderful feeling take over my body.

And then it fucking stops.  God damn it!!!!  I’m shaking again.  I’m struggling against the tape again.  I’m screaming into the gag and mask again.

And then the stroking starts up still again.  Again, slowly, very slowly.  Gently, very gently.  Again building up over time.  Again it’s wonderful.  Despite the fear that it will just stop, I again enter the sub-space trance.  The wonderful feeling is taking over my body.  I am so deep in sub-space that I don’t want to come.  I just want to feel this wonderful stroking forever and ever and ever.

I don’t even feel that the hands have changed.  If I was anywhere near this planet I would recognize the feel of Mistress’s hands.  But the Voyager space probe has nothing on me.  Except that I’m coming really close to the edge.  No.  NO NO NO.  I don’t want to come, I just want to feel this beautiful stroking.  But I do come.  Ohhhhhhh, no.  I’m crying because I came.  Because I’m leaving that wonderful plain of existence and returning to the real world.  How can they do that to me??  How????  Noooooo.

When I come to, Paula is wiping lube off her hands.  Oh Paula, I love you but at this moment I hate you so much.

And standing there with Paula and Mistress are the three performers we had previously trained in Handjob 101.  Obviously they were the three different sets of hands that brought me to that wonderful place.

Rod is there too.  A part of me is thinking that I should reward him some way, but he says no.  He’s happy with the video and is glad that I could see how gentle and humane he can be.  He does a high five – except that I’m too weak to raise my hand all the way to his – and then leaves.

Mistress and Paula pretty much carry me out to the car and get me seated and belted.  I think I fell asleep on the drive home.  I don’t know how, but they got me up to the apartment and got some eggs into me.

I really need to sleep, but before I do, there is something I have to give them.  A present I bought for Paula.  Well for Paula and Annie.  Remember that butterfly vibrator?  Well this is something similar.  It’s a butterfly vibrator, but it’s built on a vibrating dildo.  I see the look of fear in Annie’s eyes when I give it to Paula.

I slept for about 12 hours.  At some point though I did wake up, if only for a few seconds.  To the wonderful wonderful sound of Annie blubbering and begging Paula to stop, and then those beautiful sounds of Annie coming again.  I think I had a big smile on my face as I drifted off again.

Annie was definitely walking a little funny the next day.  And Paula had this smirk that wouldn’t leave her face.

Lewis was sat on the sofa, sharing laughter with his sister. She was 3 years younger at 18 and laying on the same sofa with her legs across his lap. This is something that Lewis wouldn’t ordinarily let her do, but her mood could switch in an instant. Lewis let it slide to avoid a bringing out the bratty bitch his sister usually is.

Over the last few days they had shared hundreds of funny videos with each other. The TikTok’s, instagram reels and all sorts of other social media posts had really helped Lewis avoid the constant harassment. It was a welcome relief. They were even spending the Friday together. Currently just chilling before they went shopping together. Chloe was still chuckling at the last video that Lewis sent over.

Lewis had shared so many videos with his sister that the quick recommendations were filled entirely of her various accounts. Her Instagram, her iMessage, her WhatsApp and a few others. A few weeks ago tapping the share icon on any platform would bring up a few of his friends, not anymore it seemed.

“Right, I think it’s time we go shopping, ready?” Chloe peered over her phone.

Lewis really couldn’t be bothered to go, he was tired and comfortable on the sofa. But he knew better than to speak his truth when it went against his sister. “Yeah just give me a moment…” Lewis flicked away a few apps and landed on ‘CyberCage’.

CyberCage was a highly innovative product, a product that he was currently using. Wearing to be precise. It was the latest and greatest chastity cage to hit the market. Wildly expensive but incredibly designed. It was of course a perfect fit as it was custom ordered. Once it was locked it could only be removed via the app. Lewis could never remember the name of the material it was made of, he just considered it a metal plastic hybrid. He also couldn’t understand the science behind it, no matter how many times he searched it up.

However, he knew exactly how it worked. Every section of the app had been methodically explored and researched. The only thing that he really needed to know was how to change the lock duration. A plus and minus symbol allowed dynamic adjustments to the remaining time. The remaining time was the thing delaying the shopping trip.

After a few days locked in his prison the time was running out. The app simply didn’t allow for instant removal of the cage, a feature that paired with a health safety condition that Lewis had to agree to multiple times. No matter how long left the time could only be reduced to an hour. The last hour had to be endured no matter what. Lewis was just making sure the CyberCage wasn’t due to unlock whilst out shopping.

The app had clearly been updated as Lewis found himself flicking through new messages. He was rushing through an annoying amount of screens. He found himself diverted to the ‘Owner’ tab. A tab that once activated removed all permissions on Lewis’ side of the app. The owner would be the one with those permissions. Lewis had less than zero interest in using this feature and swiped away. His clumsy fingers bringing up the screen to share the owners code.

Lewis panicked when the list entirely made up of his sister appeared. Lewis composed himself and tapped the little exit button. To his horror the iMessage icon that was in close proximity seemed to show an animated pressing effect. The page closed and Lewis was greeted by a new screen. A blank white screen with a single message.

‘Please wait whilst your owner sets themselves up! Your permissions will be reduced to view only mode. This is irreversible. You’ll be returned your profile with usual permissions in an hour if the owner rejects your request or allows the time to expire.’

“Holy shit! You’re about to get a message that I need you to delete” Lewis’ voice was full of nerves.

“Have you accidentally sent me something weird?” Chloe seemed amused. “Sure I’ll delete your… dick pic?” She laughed.

Her phone buzzed in her manicured fingers. Her eyebrows raised. “CyberCage?” She looked closely.

“Don’t read it, just delete it please!” Lewis became a little beggy.

“CyberCage is the best chastity app available! You’ve been granted access to control user, ‘LewisS’ follow the link to get started…” Chloe’s smile was telling.

“If you want me to delete this you’re going to need to explain everything!” Chloe giggled.

Lewis shook his head, “absolutely not”

“Guess I’ll have to follow the link and find out what this is then…” Chloe exaggerated the movement of lowering her finger towards the link.

“Fuck ok fine!” Lewis buckled under the pressure. Chloe paused her fingers journey. “It’s an app that controls my chastity cage… I accidentally sent you the link to control it! Please don’t follow the link!”

“Are you wearing it now?” Chloe was dangerously curious.

Lewis nodded. “And what happens if I click the link?” Chloe giggled.

“I’ll be instantly locked out of my app, you’ll get 100% of control. So please don’t!” Lewis pleaded.

Chloe had an all too familiar bratty smile. “100%? Really? You can’t get control back?” She tilted her head.

“No it’s irreversible, if you take control only you can give me control back.” Tommy paused.

He saw her switch, the bratty bitch was back. Her little teasing giggles, her sly smile and her dismissive mannerisms. Lewis’ phone flashed below him, he was back in to his app. His cage whirred under his shorts. He looked in horror, everything was greyed out. He frantically tapped around but nothing happened. A message was now present at the top of the screen.

‘View only mode’

Chloe laughed as she watched his face turn. Kicking her legs around on his lap whilst she celebrated. The final locking mechanism had been engaged. The ‘Owners Lock’. The cage was un breakable and inescapable anyway, that added locking sound was more for added fun. Lewis watched the 7 minutes remaining jump to an hour, then 3 hours and finally 6.

“I guess this means I own you now? Well for the next 6 hours anyway!” Chloe had tears running down her cheeks. “Guess it’s shopping time big brother!” Her legs left his lap, her feet dragging across his cage. She giggled at the feeling of it.

Lewis was completely stunned. Silent in disbelief. Chloe chucked her purse down, showing Lewis she’d be shopping without money. He obediently grabbed his wallet, his mind was recovering and he went to protest.

“New rule! Every time you do something I don’t like or you mention the cage I’m going to add time on!” Chloe winked and Lewis’ protest was over before it began.

His drive was spent spiralling down a hole, his mind racing. Humiliated, embarrassed and simply stupid. Chloe was singing along to the radio in his passenger seat, continuing life as usual. Lewis felt the two of them were going down different paths, his path being considerably worse. The shopping trip proved expensive for Lewis, it had cost him almost £3,000 and 2 extra days locked. He needed reminding of who was in charge when he hesitated to confirm 2 of the extra expensive purchases.

“Well I’ve got a lot of clothes, shoes and makeup to put away! I won’t be able to do that and my chores…” chloe giggled. “Put my bags in my room and get started!” She cackled.

Lewis hoovered the house teary eyed and defeated. It had only been a few hours and his sister had already ran wild with power. He hadn’t said a word since the threat of added time before the shopping. He was just falling further into servitude.

Multi part, mom pegs me and gmas panties

Multi part story pegged by mom and Gmas panties by mistake.

Part 1 On Wednesday my sister Callie came home and caught me riding my moms strapon dildo while dirty panties paying beside me. She blackmailed me. Callie is a slut she has had sec with 150 men and is 26. 100 of them fucked her ass.

So I ate her ass for her not to tell mom. The thing is she told me other sister Katie who’s also a slut but not as bad like 110 guys and mostly gives bjs. I also ate her ass. We didn’t tell mom and all was good.

Part 2 Tonight when I came into my room my mom had a note and strapon in my room.

It read - Honey I know you used this. Your sisters confirmed but didn’t tell me. I know you are working through a lot sexually and want to support you. This has never went in me but I have pegged others with it. Use it while you are here put please be careful that grandma doesn’t see or hear you before she leaves Friday afternoon. She is not up on current sex trends and hasn’t had a man in 10 years. Also, please clean it Sunday before you leave. Also here are two pairs of panties I don’t wear anymore if you need underwear. Tomorrow you need to be dressed for breakfast because your 61 year old grandma is here and she may faint. However Saturday and Sunday wear these.

Part 3 I went in bathroom and stole a pair of panties from floor inside my sister pants. They had a few skids and were crusty. So before I put them on I licked all the good areas, making me hard in my little cage. Then I put them on and rode my mom’s dildo for like an hour now. I am so close to cumming but can’t in this stupid chastity cage. So I leaked a ton and now am going to bed in dirty panties with a gaped booty.

Part 4 Unsure but excited grandma is left and I have panties even though old to wear. I prefer wearing the used ones though lol so do I not wear the two clean pairs and wear dirty ones, lol life is full of choices.

Anyway you slice it, wish I had found out what I wanted 5 years ago. So thankful my ex cis gf dumped me cause I had a small penis and let a trans girl fuck me on our sex break.

Part 5 updated Mom heard me Thursday night and text me. Thursday night I tried to be quiet but moaned some where my mom heard. Good thing is she was cool on it and said you fucked yourself with it. Now you know why you used to hear men. I can only imagine her pounding guys with it. She was and is slutty for my mom and had like 40 bfs and random men also over all the time.

I want her to pound me is it weird to ask that? I know she fucks with it and she already knows so much about my small cock, big ass, love panties, etc.

Part 6 I am so embarrassed. My mom and grandma went for breakfast then grandma leaving. Mom and sisters both said I could just wear panties like them. I was at gym when GMA left. I came home and was walking around just in panties I wore to gym and took last night. Now my sisters are making fun of me so bad, I accidentally swiped grandmas panties last night. She showered before bed and left her dirty laundry in bathroom. Callie said, this morning Gma was looking for her underwear and they told her oops we started wash bet they were in that. Grandma said no worries they aren’t my VS anyways just put them in a bag I will get next time.

Katie said, omg I am sure those aren’t moms which means they are gmas lol. Then Callie said You wore grandmas panties lol. I said, so people say she is a gilf not my fault I didn’t know. Katie asked, who says she is a gilf? I said some of my friends used to say it when I was in HS. They both laughed that was like 8 years ago she was like 53. Callie laughed, omg could you imagine if grandma knew?

Katie yeah and how did you not know? I said they were in black stockings and you and Callie both wore stockings yesterday . Callie laughed I put them in there to see if he would take. Katie now that’s funny. Callie says, they were crusty and skid marked. Katie did you just wear or lick too? I say shut up you tricked me. Callie omg you licked them didn’t you? I say shut up seriously. Both of them laughed, Josie licked grandma’s crusty panties. I said I am going to shower. Callie said wait. I said what and turned towards them. Katie said this, you licked gmas crusty panties and wore didn’t you. I said I don’t have to say anything. Callie we will know I took a pic of before so of cleaner now then you licked.

I said fine ok I thought they were yours or Katie’s since in your stockings and I licked them. Callie so you licked grandmas skid marks and crust. I said now you make me wanna pule but yes. Katie laughed lol got it. I said got what? Callie we just recorded that so mom knows. I said don’t tell mom. Katie she already thinks you took. I said don’t tell her or show it all.

Callie said well my ass could be persuaded and flicked her tongue, like licking. I said fine. Katie said me too on tongue. I ate both their asses not thinking about it while still in gmas panties.

They both moaned and spread their cheeks as I drove my tongue deep in their butts. Both rubbed their clits as I did it and came. Their butts were a little stinky but tasted super good I wished I was riding a dildo while licking. After I was done Callie said you made a wet spot in gmas panties lol. I said I need to shower. Katie said and ride mom’s strap-on dildo? I said no. They both said you did last night have fun we are out.

Part 7 My mom got home at like 9am I was just getting out of shower. Mom said if you are gonna ride a dildo you need to be quieter. Then she said that riding and being fucked are so different imagine if I was being fucked with it, I would be way to loud. I apologized and said, sorry I was trying to cum I was close but it didn’t work.

Mom said you said you cum when you get it in booty. I said only from gf not my own-self, especially in my chastity cage. Mom said only gf or only if someone else thrusting. Not seeing where this was going j said, thrusting I think. Mom said, you want this mom to thrust? I said what, I need to get dressed. Mom said go put some panties on but not your grandmas. I said, what on grandmas? Mom said, it’s ok I assume you thought someone else’s and put hers on. I just blushed. Mom said mine from yesterday I wore to bed too they are on top of hamper if you want.

I went in and put them on they were stained but stinky. When I came out mom said, look at that butt looks just like Derek when I used to peg him. I said mom you pegged Derek? She said yes lol. I said wow he was manly too. Mom said once men get even a finger in their ass they always want it in ass. I laughed yup me after June and Linde pegging me. Mom said well if you ever need a pegging let your mom know it’s been awhile. I said you would peg me? She said not regularly but I hear your frustration and horny ness. I said what if Callie or Katie find out. Mom said they left. I said if you peg me I want to wear panties mom said you can wear the ones you just put on or these I have on now, these are moist. I took her panties and she was right the crotch was wet.

I put the wet panties on and she went and got the strapon on. She walked out in a lingerie top and strapon. Her stretch marks loooked sexy and her cellulite on her booty even better. She said come to my room and I will show you what happens when a real woman pegs you. I said ok this isn’t weird? She said only if you make it weird.

I got on bed on all 4s and she lined up behind me and pulled panties aside and lubed my hole. I moaned. She said that a girl let mommy take care of her little girl. I said I am your little boy and she sissies me and said no honey you are the little girl now. Then she slid the tip in I moaned as it entered me and she started to thrust. She fucked me harder and harder as I moaned.

Then she said now you’re gonna ride me. She played on her back and I climbed on top and rode her as she spanked my butt and I grabbed her boobs. I was moaning as I bounced and then she held my hips and started thrusting upward as I rode the strapon. I moaned I am gonna cum and she reached up and pulled the panties aside so my cage was out. I moaned again as she kept thrusting I am gonna cum. She said do it honey, ride me and cum all over my breasts. I started cumming in my cage all over her stomach and breasts. She said good girl as I moaned.

I climbed off the strapon and she scooped my cum with her fingers and started rubbing her clit. Then she said lick up your mess like a good girl I licked my cum off her as she rubbed her clit and came. She looked at me and said if you want this again you just let me know. I said ok do you? She said I just wanna help you be the best girl I can I am sorry I missed it all those years your sisters dressed you up. I said I didn’t know then either. Then I said I get this cage off tomorrow, Britt is telling me code to unlock it at 8pm tomorrow. Mom said well then you can get a ride tomorrow night or Sunday before you leave. I said yeah I would like that.

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2/31

The rest of his first full day of the month locked up James spent cleaning the house and cooking.  Because of his work schedule he rarely had time to make dinner for himself and Claire.  Cooking was, at one point, one of his favorite things to do, but over the past several years it had turned into a chore rather than a hobby.  Today felt no different, probably due to the events of the previous morning, which still made his penis throb every time he thought about it.  The image of Carson pushing Claires head slowly down the dildo while she looked up at him, will always be burned into his memory.  The feeling of being between Carsons toned legs, the heat of her breath brushing against his neck as she leaned towards Claire, was a feeling he hoped he could hang on to, and revisit when he finally had the chance to take care of himself again.

3/31

The next day, Thursday, James was awoken by Claire on top of him.  She was facing away and grinding her ass up against his cock.  She had no underwear on - neither did he apparently- and he could see everything she wanted him to.  He immediately groaned at the pressure building between his legs, the firm grip of the cage around his penis.

“Hey sleepy head, figured I’d wake you up with something nice.”

“I see that.”

He whimpered as she sat on him, his cock sliding between her cheeks.  He could feel the warmth of her.  She sat up and looked over her shoulder.

“You know, I think this month is going to be a lot of fun for us.  I love you.”

Claire popped off him and walked towards the bathroom.

“Love you too honey.”

And that was that, James got up but noticed a small drip of stick, an almost ever present feature of his constant state of arousal.  He put on his underwear, a black pair, followed by some jeans and a flannel.  He went down stairs, popped his boots on, grabbed his Carhartt jacket and headed out the door.  The day hadn’t yet broken and the brisk air felt crisp and clean against his face.  He pulled out his phone.

James:  Went for a walk, sorry I didn’t say bye.

Claire: No worries

James: be back in 15-20

Claire:  I’ll have your coffee ready

James would often go for a walk in the morning, he found that it was a nice way to clear his head and prepare for day, however, he couldn’t seem to get Claires ass out of his mind.  Normally he would consider himself obsessed with Claire’s backside, but this was another thing completely.  She was prefect for him.  She had been slightly more… something the last few days, but that certainly wasn’t a bad thing.  She just seemed more, confident perhaps?  And the thing with Carson was never something he would have though she would ever do.  His phone vibrated, he realized he hadn’t even put it back in his pocket, he was just holding it, walking, drifting off in his thoughts and letting the calm before daybreak take him away.

Claire: I was thinking, when should I drop the key off for Sara?  Should I make them wait, or be really kind in the beginning then make Joe suffer the second half of the month?  I dunno?

James:  Poor Joe lol

James:  I talked with him a bit at the party.

James:  Seems nice.

Claire:  Yeah

Claire:  Its a shame he is going to be treated so poorly this month.

James:  Jeez

James:  three days since the party and you’re already some kind of Betty Paige.

Claire: Who?

James: A pin up model from the 50s or something, she did a lot of leather and stuff I think.

James:  Anyway

James:  I think you should do what your gut is telling you.  You want to torture Joe, go for it, just hope I’m in for slightly better treatment.

James:  If you torture Joe maybe I’ll get tortured less?

Claire:  Don’t get your hopes up haha

James hoped she actually was kidding around as the “haha” suggested, but he also was fine with Claire having a bit of fun with him, after all hadn’t he had a bit of fun with Claire?  Hadn’t seeing Claire enjoy herself been good for him too?  Hadn’t seeing Claire express herself in a new sexual way been a huge turn on?  James came to the conclusion that yes, he had loved seeing Claire try some new things, and he had enjoyed seeing her being pleasured, even if he wasn’t exactly in her and receiving pleasure at the same time.

When James got home the car was gone.  Thats strange, it’s still before 6 am and Claire worked from home.  He wondered where she could have gotten off to.  He opened the door and saw a mug of coffee with a sticky note attached.

Off to drop off keys for exactly 10 minutes.

So Joe was going to be free for 10 minutes?  Seemed as though Claire was going to go for the cruel route.  He chuckled to himself thinking there is no way he would suffer the exact same fate.  His mind wandered.  What would Sara do to Joe for those 10 minutes?  At the party he couldn’t help but notice how attractive she was. how large her breasts were.  He was snapped back to reality by his cage, not giving and inch in the war of attrition against his swelling dick.

Claire returned home, put Joes keys in small tray in the entry way where the car keys were kept.

“How’d it go?”

“Good I think?  Well not good for Joe is my guess.  You should have seen his face, he had big sad puppy eyes when I knock on their door and demanded the keys back.”

“They don’t mind you going by so early?”

“Sara said I just needed to give her half an hour notice.”

“You planning on keeping them up at all hours of the night?”

“No, but I wanted to set the tone.”

“hmmm, Ok.  Well, thanks for the coffee.”

“Of course.”

Claire worked most of the day.  She was a biologist, and was wicked smart.  She studied ecotones, or at least James thought they were called ecotones, the transitions between one habitat and another, or something like that.  She would be gone most of the summer, when the weather was nice enough to be outside collecting data.  She traveled all over the United States, and was often gone 2 to 3 weeks and only back for a few days at a time.  Really returning with only enough time to do some laundry, have a nice meal, watch a movie, and maybe have a tumble in bed with James.  During the winter Claire worked at home, crunching numbers and analyzing all the information collected by herself and her team over the summers.  She loved her job, and he didn’t mind that she was the breadwinner, it was 2024 after all.  He missed her when she traveled, but enjoyed the solitude of their cabin.

James worked at a dive bar up the road.  While their cabin wasn’t in a “neighborhood” they did have enough neighbors to warrant a watering hole.  He worked 4 in the afternoon until close, which usually ended up being around 1 or 2, getting him home at 2-3.  He preferred to get up at 6 but accepted 8 on a morning when he worked the previous night.  He didn’t hate his job, he liked his co-worker Charlie, but this wasn’t a ‘forever’ thing.  Before he and Claire moved out to the cabin James had worked at a bank, which he hated.  If James was totally honest with himself, he was kind of aimless at this point in his life, at least with his career.

At about 3 James began packing his lunch and getting ready to take off for the bar.  He heard Claire walk up behind him.  He didn’t turn around to greet her.

“Hey sweetie, how working going.”

“Not bad, just fixing things the techs missed.”

This was common, her technicians screwing up, or not giving a shit.  While there were a few that were competent, most just wanted to be outside, correct data input was secondary.

“What did they fuck up this ti-“

His world were immediately cut off as she felt Claire push up against him and wrap her arms around his chest.  One hand dropped down toward his crotch, slipped in his waistband and firmly grasped his balls, giving them a slight tug.  He immediately felt the all too familiar pushback against his cage.

“What did I do to be so lucky?”

“I’m not sure id call you lucky babe.”

She gave James another tug, slipped her hand out of his pants and shoved her fingers in his mouth.  The saltiness of his sweat struck him, though he didn’t quite know what he expected, she had never stuck her fingers in his mouth right after grabbing him before.  She continued to slowly creep her fingers deeper into his mouth.  His lips instinctively closed around them and she pulled them back and out.

“Have a good day at work.”

She seemed so cheerful, he was happy that she was happy, even if it did feel a bit odd to suck on her fingers.  He glanced over his shoulder and watched her beautiful backside slowly disappear up the stairs.

James walked in the front door and was immediately greeted by Charlie and a nod or two from a few of the old timers who had spent more time up in the woods than anyone can remember.

“Yo, whats up dude?”

Charlie was slightly younger than James at 28 or 29, or something.  He had a shaved head with stubble on his face.  He was heavily tattooed, and had several pieces poking out from the collar of his shirt.  Charlie was about 6’ even, and dressed like a hipster.  Out here in the woods, most people were very accepting and kept to themselves, but Charlie did turn a few heads when he moved in up the road.  James had already been working at the Bar for a few years when Charlie popped in.  The two got to chatting and have been friends ever since.

“Oh you know, just hanging around.  How are the kegs, has Gary drank all the cheap shit yet?”

A wrinkly old man wearing a torn flannel and a trucker hat with the phrase The Buck Stops Here next to a picture of rifle crosshairs centered on a deer gave him the finger.

“Kegs are good, just waiting for the rush.”

Charlie came to the village after he got a lump sum of an inherence.  He bought a house and began working at the bar because he “was bored” and wanted to get to know the “geezers who chain smoked and sipped on coors light”.  James respected this idea, working just so you have a place to hang out.  It’s not like the bar ever got slammed during the winter, no tourists passed through.

They often played pool during working hours in the fall and winter.  No one expected fast service and the regulars were used to hollering for a fresh pint.  During these games Charlie would often boast about his escapades on the weekends.  He had told stories of many women - and sometimes men - who we had spent an evening with  Though he often would stick with one partner for several months, none had developed into anything more.  He couldn’t blame folks for wanting to get a piece of Charlie either, he was a very handsome man, and he was kind, the kind of kind that would help you move in the rain on a Sunday at 9pm.  His self-appointed family motto said it all If you can help, help, if you can’t, don’t.

“Hows Claire?”

“She’s fine, been working from home these past few weeks, good to have her off the road for a while.”

“I bet.”

Charlie winked at James unknowing of the month to come.

“Anyways, can you give me a hand with this keg?  It’s gotta go up top.”

Charlie kicked a keg of IPA which would undoubtedly sit for too long and become stale before it was empty.  A half barrel of beer weighs over hundred pounds, and while both men weren’t out of shape, it was a strain to lift up to the second rack without help.

“Sure, lets go”

James grabbed one of the handles and Charlie the other, and they waddled into the walk in cooler, and grunted as they lifted the keg up.  The door shut behind them with a loud thunk.  They turned around and pushed in the plunger handle which opened up the walk-in door.  James was always afraid that one day the plunger wouldn’t work and he’d have to wait for someone to find him.  On the plus side, he did still have cell service in the walk in, and it was old so the compressor couldn’t get the cooler to lower than 45 degrees anyways, so freezing to death probably wasn’t in the cards.

About three hours into his shift the front door opened and a tall figure came in, bracing from the cold.  Carson looked at James and Charlie, took off her cap and jacket and tossed them onto an empty stool at the bar as she walked up and sat down.

“James, fancy meeting you here!”

James gulped as his cock twitched at the sight of her.  He immediately thought of her pushing Claires head down while she straddled him from behind.  She raised her eyebrows at him, cueing up to keep talking and not making anything awkward, which it already was.

“Hey Carson, good to see you.”

He looked over at Charlie, who was staring at her.

“Charlie, this is Carson, Carson, Charlie.  She is one of Claires friends.”

“Oh don’t be modest, I’m your friend as well James!  Charlie, great to meet you!”

She thrust her hand out and they shook firmly.

“Can we get you something?”

“Yeah, that sounds good, just pour me a beer, the cheaper the better.”

As she said her order she glanced down the bar to see a new old man, raise his glass approvingly as if liking cheap beer was the only thing that really mattered around here.  Charlie filled her glass and plopped it down on the bar in front of her, spilling a few drops of foam in the process.

“This one is on me Charlie.”

While both he and Charlie knew there was no on me at this place, they would often say it as a way to tell each other that someone was cool.  They kept no tabs and so the end of night close outs were often a guessing game anyways.

James was trying to keep Carson happy, he was taken aback by her showing up unprompted at his place of business - even if his place of business was a shitty dive in the middle of nowhere.  What the fuck was she doing here he thought.  Carson could apparently tell he was curious and concerned.

“I was just out driving around, I popped in to see Claire and I figured I’d come by and grab a beer with you while I’m out.”

Charlie interjected.

“How long have you and Claire known each other?”

“Not too long actually, we all just met at a party this last weekend. Er well, it was Monday I guess?”

“A party, on a Monday, and James and Claire both went.  The people who hardly leave their private little slice of solitude, showed up at a party, on a Monday?”

“Yeah, they showed up at my doorstep.  It was just a little thing between a few friends, I think we tied the whole thing up by 10.”

Charlie raised an eyebrow at this,  He never knew James to go out to parties, or really to go out to social gatherings at all.  James looked over.

“It was Claires idea, she kinda dragged me along.”

Carson butted in.

“Maybe, but you seemed a willing participant when you walked through the door!”

James did not like the direction this story was going, but he did remember the NDA, and the apparent discretion.  He grabbed his phone and pretended to take a call.

“Oh, speak of the devil, it’s Claire.”

He stepped out back and rang her.

“Hello?”

“Hey, why is she here at the bar?  Did she stop by the house?

“Who?  Carson?”

“Yeah”

“Oh she was just out for a drive and stopped by for a bit to chat, she asked where you worked and I pointed her up the road.”

“What the hell?”

“Oh come on James, she’s cool, she’s not going to say anything.”

James exhaled loudly.

“James, its gonna be just fine, she just likes us.”

“I guess I can’t blame her for liking you.”

“I said us James, she likes you too.  Just give her a chance, Yesterday was a lot, but she just wants to have fun!”

“Ok”

He hung up the phone and immediately though back to yesterday, Claire bobbing up and down, Claire shoving the dildo in his mouth, the taste of her.  His penis jumped and started to swell.  Jesus Christ he thought.

It finally happened!

I think this will be a long post, so brace yourselves.

Let me start from the beginning. I’ve had a Cobra from Kink3D for about five years. Before that, I experimented with cheap cages from China, but none were comfortable enough for more than an hour or two. When we got married, I tried to up my game a bit, but my wife wasn’t impressed. She said the cage looked uncomfortable and painful and didn’t want anything to do with it. As you can guess from the title, it took over five years to finally convince her it wasn’t what she thought.

Now, to the game that led to today.

I was away for a few days and, during that time, decided to send her some... texts. Sexting isn’t really her thing, but I thought, Screw it, I’m going for it.

The first message was simple—just a short outline of a scene, nothing too wild, pretty vanilla. The second and third texts were more adventurous, but all focused on her pleasure. I described perfect, relaxing foreplay followed by a bit of rougher intimacy. She didn’t reply. Not even a thumbs-up. Still, I decided to push ahead.

When I got back home, life got busy, and I didn’t have time to continue the texts. Instead, I sent her disappearing pictures from Reddit every morning after she left for work. The first was from r/ChastityCouples—a woman holding a caged man. The next two days, I sent shibari-themed photos. She only commented once: “Perfect picture to open at work.” My heart sank, but I pressed on.

Once I was home, I made it my mission to bring those texts to life every day. She seemed to enjoy it, so I kept going, determined to stick to what I’d “promised.”

Today, I knew she’d be home early but wasn’t sure exactly when. I got a message: I need to come home, but I’m heading back to work afterward. I jokingly replied, So, no sex today, then? To my surprise, she shot back: Why? You think this time won’t be enough?

That one reply sent me into overdrive. I thought - with this message, I'm not going to help myself and I'll masturbate in front and it will ruin the event. I hadn’t touched the cage for two months but decided to lock up immediately. I didn’t have time for a proper anal cleanup, so I thought, If she wants to use anything back there, I’ll just deal with it.

I set the keys where I usually leave them, laid naked on the sofa, and waited. When she arrived, she saw me but said, “I’m starving. Wait a bit longer.”

I took the opportunity to set the scene: toys box, heated up some wax, pull out all our massage oils, lit some candles, put some towel on the bed. I laid down, spread open, and waited. I waited a lot. When she came over, she asked, “What do you want now?”

I think here was the turning point of the day. I told her, Whatever you want. Today is your choice.

She looked exhausted, so I prepared myself for a nap or just cuddling. She rested for ten minutes with her hand on my cage, then woke up and asked again, “What do you want?” I repeated, It’s entirely up to you.

I had everything ready: massage oils, wax, ropes, nipple clamps, sucking devices, anal hook, strap-on toys, buttplugs, a gag—you name it. I even set out a pillow for better positioning. I made it clear she didn’t have to use any of it and could simply tell me her wishes.

She started with cuddling, and my hands naturally began roaming. When I had one hand on her nipple and the other on herwhole pussy, she moaned, so I kept going, focusing on her pleasure, while my cage was pressing her buttcheek. As her excitement grew, I decided to finish her no penetration, just touching and call it a day. But then, to my surprise, she reached for the keys, unlocked me, and poured oil over me.

What followed was incredible. She teased my nipples, balls, and newly uncaged self, then rode me with passion like never before. I mean, WOW! She used me as a dildo! I was just a pole she impaled with. Just her pleasure, nothing for me.

The life came back with her work and she said - "If you want to pee, go now. Your cock will have to wait for me untill late night." I went to pee, put a lot of cold water over me and went back for caging. She wanted to do it herself!!! I was stunned. She never did that before. She had some issues, I have helped, but the locking was her doing. She said - "I'm going to leave the key here for an emergency." I asked her what will happen if I secretely unlock when she is gone? Maybe here I overdid it with the whole femdom fantasy, but she said, "OK, I'll hide it somewhere and if there is an emergency, I'll let you know where it is - just send me a text." It was like these whole years of waiting now she really got the whole idea at once!

You might think this was it? Well... as I'm now in the mode - I'm doing whatever she instruct. She just said what will happen until she comes back! It was yet another shock!

I will get out immidiatly, meet her friend!!! and come back home with her!!! We will wait for her to come back here just chilling and doing business as usual. No hinting about the situation I'm in. I asked - do I need to clean up the bedroom, to hide things - she said no. Just don't let her in here... My heart almost went in my throat.

Now I'm writing this, her friend is on the couch watching some clips and we are waiting. I really don't know what is the plan, but I have NEVER expected that. My heartbeat is almost double the usual (the smartwatch says so), I'm feeeling trembling from inside, I just don't know where I am! I think my head will explode soon. I'm waiting.

I will update this post after the... whatever comes.

Just as they were about to leave, Jess paused. "Hold on one second," she said, dashing back into her room. Moments later, she returned holding the familiar collar with the small keys dangling from it.

"I almost forgot this," she said. "But... I don't think I'll need them today.". She placed the collar back into her neck.

As they approached the shop, Jess unlocked the door and held it open for him with a mock flourish. "After you, assistant," she said, her voice laced with amusement.

Oliver stepped inside, and Jess turned to him with a smile. "Alright, so here's what I need from you today. We're expecting a few new shipments, and I'll need you to help me unpack and organize. Think you can handle that?"

"Absolutely," he replied.

He set to work, opening boxes and carefully sorting items onto the display shelves. Jess stayed close by, occasionally leaning over to inspect the items or making small talk.

Around mid-morning, Jess called him over. "Look at this," she said, holding up a sleek leather harness that had just come in. She turned it over, inspecting the quality with an approving nod. "We've had a few people ask about harnesses lately," she said, draping it over her shoulder with a thoughtful look. "Might even be a good demo item."

Oliver gave her a look. "You want me to be the demo guy again, don't you?"

"Of course! You're practically an expert by now," she teased, handing it to him. "Go ahead and try it on. It'll give customers a chance to see how it fits on an actual person."

Oliver nodded, taking the harness from her and slipping it on. Jess stepped forward, adjusting the straps and tightening them so that it fit perfectly. "Not bad," she said, admiring her work. "Actually... really good." She stepped back and took a moment to appreciate the sight with an approving smile. "You know, you've got the perfect look for this; confident,  steady. You're going to sell out our inventory if you keep this up."

By lunchtime, a couple of regular customers had wandered in, both of whom gave curious glances at Oliver and his new "uniform."

One of them, a friendly woman in her early thirties, raised an eyebrow as she walked over. "Wow, stepping up your demo game, I see," she commented.

Oliver returned her smile. "Just helping out."

Jess chimed in with a laugh, "Oh, he's been incredibly helpful. He's actually been trying out some of our bestsellers lately. It's been a great way to give customers a closer look."

"Well, it's certainly effective advertising. You wear it well, Oliver." The woman said amused. "It's nice to see you both enjoying yourselves here. Makes shopping a lot more fun."

As the woman left, Jess shot Oliver a playful look. "See? Natural talent," she said.

They spent the rest of the afternoon helping customers, each one sparking a different interaction. As the shop quieted down toward the end of the day, Jess turned to Oliver with a thoughtful expression. "You know, I think we make a good team," she said, her tone softer.

Oliver nodded, a warm feeling spreading through him. "I think so too."

Just as the evening settled in, a younger woman walked into the shop. She had short, choppy hair dyed a striking shade of blue and wore a leather jacket adorned with patches and pins. She strolled up to the counter, glancing curiously between Jess and Oliver.

"Hey," she greeted, scanning the shelves. "I'm looking for something... unique. My partner's birthday is coming up, and I want to surprise him with something that'll, y'know, keep him on his toes."

Jess nodded, her curiosity piqued. "Of course. Are you thinking restraints, or something more decorative?"

"Oh, I'm thinking something a bit more... controlling," she said. "Do you have any ideas?"

We have... some interesting options," Oliver stammered, looking over to Jess for backup.

Jess grinned, catching on to the customer's teasing. "We do, actually. Do you know what chastity cages are?" Jess asked.

She pulled a small, intricate chastity cage from the display shelf and held it up. "This model is one of our most popular for long-term use. Compact, secure, and, well, quite the statement."

The woman picked the chastity cage from Jess's hands and started inspectioning it.

"My assistant here is wearing one of those at the moment," Jess said with a playful smile. "If you'd like, he can give you a demonstration."

"Oh, really?" The woman looked intrigued. "Yes, please. Show me how it works."

Oliver unzipped his pants, carefully lowering them. As soon as he did, he remembered that he was wearing Jess's lace panties instead of his usual boxers, but it was too late. Trying to act casual, he tugged the waistband of the panties down just enough to reveal the chastity cage, hoping she wouldn't notice.

The woman raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "That looks... snug," she teased.

Oliver nodded, feeling his cheeks flush.

"Tell me, are the panties part of the setup?" she asked with an smile.

"Oh, no," Jess replied with a laugh. "That's just for my amusement."

Oliver turned an even deeper shade of red as the customer chuckled.

"Well, you've certainly convinced me," she said, handing the chastity cage back to Jess. "I'll take one. Your assistant did a great job with the demonstration."

Jess gave Oliver a wink as she rang up the sale.

Once the door closed behind her, Jess turned to Oliver with a mischievous grin. "See? You make quite the impression," she teased touching Oliver's locked pennis. "But I think you might need a bit more practice handling surprises."

Oliver, still embarrassed, mumbled, "I, uh... I'll do my best."

Jess came closer, putting her hand on his shoulder. "Good. Because I have a feeling you'll be doing quite a few more demos. You did great." She paused. "But remember, I only keep you in those panties as long as you're okay with it. You're free to say no, anytime."

Oliver hesitated, then shook his head with a small smile. "No, I... I think I'm good with it. Just... catching me off guard, that's all."

Jess smiled warmly, seeming genuinely pleased by his response. "Perfect. Now let's get back to work. We've got a shipment to unpack in the back, and if you're good, maybe you'll get a reward."

In the storage room, Jess handed Oliver a box cutter and pointed to a stack of new arrivals. "Alright, let's unpack these. I think you'll find a few... interesting items in there." 

As he began slicing open boxes and organizing the items, he couldn't help glancing over at Jess. She worked with ease and efficiency, checking labels and making notes. Every so often, she'd shoot him an amused look, clearly enjoying his reactions to some of the more unique products.

Finally, he opened a box to reveal a set of leather cuffs lined with soft velvet, each one sturdier and more intricate than the last. Jess noticed his interest and leaned over his shoulder, close enough that he could feel her presence. "These just arrived for our deluxe section," she said, taking one of the cuffs in her hands and examining it. "They're built for comfort... and long wear."

Without hesitation, she wrapped one around his wrist, securing it lightly. "How does it feel?" she asked, watching him closely.

"It's... comfortable," he admitted, unable to hide a slight blush.

They continued working with him wearing the cuffs, and though it felt unusual, Oliver found himself surprisingly focused. Just as they finished unpacking the last box, Jess tilted her head thoughtfully, her gaze lingering on him.

"You've done well today," she said, reaching over to unbuckle the cuffs but stopping halfway, leaving his wrists bound. "So, how about that reward I mentioned?"

Oliver looked at her, curious. "What did you have in mind?"

Jess took a small box from the last shipment, holding it up. "It's a new arrival. An adjustable collar with a bit of extra padding. Thought it might suit you perfectly."

Without waiting for a reply, she gently fastened the collar around his neck, adjusting it so it fit snugly but comfortably.

The door chime suddenly sounded from the front, signaling another customer. Jess gave him an approving smile, then turned toward the door. "I'll handle the front," she said, throwing him a mischievous glance. "You, stay here and... get comfortable with that collar. I'll be back soon to check on you."

Jess turned back to Oliver with a smile just as she was about to leave the room. "Actually... I've got an idea."

Jess reached behind the counter, pulling out a short sturdy leash with a gleaming clasp at the end. She approached Oliver, and before he could ask, she clipped the leash to the ring on his collar, guiding him gently but firmly down to his knees.

"Consider this part of your training," she murmured, giving the leash a gentle tug to bring him closer. "Wait here for me. And I mean exactly here." She secured the other end of the leash to a small metal hook on the floor, leaving him positioned perfectly, unable to move too far in any direction.

"There we go," she said. "I'll be back soon, and I expect to find you exactly as I left you."

Jess's footsteps echoed as she walked away, leaving Oliver alone in the quiet backroom. The collar felt snug, the leash taut enough to keep him in place, and he couldn't help but feel a mix of thrill and vulnerability as he waited, kneeling patiently, just as Jess had instructed.

When Jess finally returned, she found Oliver still kneeling on the floor, exactly where she had left him.

"Good boy," she praised, circling him slowly. "I see you stayed just where I left you."

Oliver nodded amd Jess unclipped the leash from his collar but kept it in her hand, letting it dangle as she considered her next move.

"You are doing well today," she said. "You are syayin calm, helping the customers, and handling... everything I throw at you." She gave him a playful smirk. "I think you've earned a little reward."

Oliver's eyes lit up, and he looked up at her with hopeful anticipation.

Jess tilted her head, studying him for a moment. "But," she added with a teasing smile, "I want you to choose. I can unlock you now, and you'll go home when we close up today... or," she paused, letting her words linger, "you stay locked for the rest of the day, but then you get to stay the night with me."

Oliver felt a thrill run through him. Both options had their appeal, but he couldn't deny the pull of staying by her side longer, even if it meant enduring the familiar restraint a little longer.

He took a steadying breath, looking up at her. "I'll stay locked," he said finally, feeling a mix of anticipation and excitement.

Jess's smile widened with approval. "Good choice." She leaned down, running a hand through his hair before giving the leash a gentle tug. "Now, get up. We've got a few more hours on the clock, and I'm sure I'll find a few more ways to keep you busy."

She unclipped the leash from his collar, and they both returned to the front of the shop. 

As the day was almost coming to his end, the door chime sounded, and a young couple entered, glancing around with curious smiles. Jess greeted them warmly.

The woman picked up a leather riding crop and raised an eyebrow at her partner, grinning. "I think this would be fun, don't you?" she teased, playfully swatting the air.

Jess stepped in with a knowing smile. "It's one of our popular choices. And if you're curious, my assistant here could give a... quick demo," she offered, nodding toward Oliver, who froze mid-shelf arrangement.

"Oh, that could be fun!" the woman exclaimed.

Before Oliver could process what was happening, Jess had given him a gentle nudge. "Why don't you show them how well you take direction?" she said with a wink, handing the crop to the woman, who accepted it with a mischievous smile.

Oliver, trying to keep his composure, positioned himself as Jess instructed, standing tall but submissively with his hands folded behind his back. The woman chuckled, tapping the crop lightly against her hand. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle," she teased.

With a playful swish, she gave a light, almost experimental tap to his shoulder, then giggled, clearly entertained by the experience. Her partner chuckled, watching with an amused smile.

Jess clapped her hands lightly. "Well done, Oliver. You make an excellent assistant," she said, giving him a proud smile before turning to the couple. "Anything else you'd like to try?"

The couple exchanged glances, laughing as they explored a few more items under Jess's guidance. As they checked out, the woman gave Oliver a parting smile. "Thanks for being such a good sport," she said, handing the crop back to Jess.

Once they left, Jess leaned over to Oliver as she twirled the crop in her hand. "You know, maybe I should keep this around to make sure you're always as obedient as today. It could be... motivating." She tapped the crop lightly on his shoulder, raising an eyebrow as if testing his reaction.

The rest of the day passed. As they prepared to close the shop, Jess turned to Oliver and unlocked his cuffs and collar with an smile. "Why don't you wait here for a moment? I just need to grab a few things I'll need later," she said, heading toward the back with an air of mystery.

Oliver nodded, standing by the counter.

A few moments later, Jess returned, with her bag looking full and a playful smile. "All set," she said.

Oliver followed her out, waiting for Jess to lock up the shop.

My 24-year-old wife/keyholder and I (21) have played with chastity intermittently for a while now, at a few points she was keeping me locked long term, for weeks or months at a time without release. It's been a while since we really did, however, due to my job not being very compatible with the restrictions of wearing a cage.

But lately we've both been expressing interest in it again, wanting to have that be a part of our intimacy. So after work yesterday, I shaved for the first time ever, (also something we've talked about, but never done, it makes me feel very feminine and I figured it'll help with various discomforts) and I got locked up. Shaving myself was a sort of special surprise for her since I failed NNN, and that was my punishment. Life's been busy so it had gotten pushed to the back burner.

Everything is going as per usual, there's specific discomforts that I am accustomed to dealing with when my body is getting used to a cage again, but I'm ready to deal with them. My strategy is generally to wear it for a half day, sleep with it off, the full day, and essentially just work my way up to wearing it 24/7. If I don't do that, it causes major soreness, chafing, need lots of lube/Vaseline.

We're now packing up for our trip, and it's not a terribly far drive, so we're leaving the same day. We're going up north to be with her family over thanksgiving for dinner and for about a WEEK. Things are a bit hectic, and we're trying not to forget anything. sometimes in the past my beautiful wife has worn the keys on an anklet or around her neck (like on our wedding day, that's a fun memory/story 😉) but only when we are doing it long term.

So there they sat, on the nightstand, forgotten as we packed up the car and left. I'd had it on for just a couple hours at this point so no desperate need to unlock, I was feeling good about doing the drive without having to remove it. We got to a point where we couldn't turn around, and my wife asked how it was doing. She said something along the lines of, "You did bring the key, didn't you?"

My horrible moment of realization came. She laughed her head off for five minutes at my misfortune. Which made it very uncomfortable. But yes, I had forgotten it, and now I have to suffer the consequences. For the first time ever, we actually forgot the keys, and for a week long trip, and when I've just barely started up again. It is killing me and all I can do it try and keep it somewhat lubricated, except we didn't bring any.

So, reddit, this is my predicament. In a sense, it's a fantasy fulfilled, as I've always loved those stories of the keyholder "accidentally" leaving the keys at home for a trip. I love that idea, and true helplessness is such a turn on with this, but it SUCKS when it's the first time I've worn the cage in a couple months. I plan to run to the store tomorrow for something to help out with the pain, but until then I'm just gonna have to deal.

Reactions, jokes at my expense, all welcome. Feel free to laugh at my misfortune. The cage is one of those push button ones, and I really don't know how to pick the lock if we desperately needed to. It's also actually a very snug fit, and I'm not sure if I could slip out, even with a lot of dedication. I certainly feel truly stuck and trapped, and partially that's super hot, but on the other hand it is so uncomfortable.

The really challenging part is that my keyholder is absolutely gorgeous, head to toe, and just looking at her still gets me going. It's gonna be a rough few days.

This is part two of a story I've been writing. Part one doesn't really have any chastity in it but it can be found on my profile page. This one fits the parameters of this sub better than the first part.

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All characters are over 18. This is a work of fiction.

Anthony picked me up from the gym after I closed up. As soon as I got into the car, I dumped all that happened on him and showed him the note too.

"Jesus. Christ." He said. "Are you okay? That is, in there?" He asked placing his palm at my temple.

"I think so. It all went so fast when looking back." I started. "That was the first time anyone... ya know."

"You were a virgin?" He said. "That's one way to pop a cherry."

"Part of me, deep down, liked it. But, I'm scared of doing it again."

"I wonder if his friends, Tom and what's his face are gonna want to see you too."

I shivered at the thought and sat back in the bucket seat, my ass throbbing with a dull pain. We drove on and went to my place. Mom didn't care too much that I was moving out, absent as she was from a good part of my life. The only reason I wasn't kicked out right at 18 was the fact I was paying some of the bills with that meager wage from Uncle Zach. Anthony helped me move a couple things over to his house and we got settled in for the night. Being impossible to move a bed in his car, we had to share his king size again. It was a problem neither of us would object to. Dinner was had late and we drifted off to sleep soon after, Anthony using me as part body pillow and part mattress. I definitely didn't mind feeling his massive frame roll onto mine.

The next day was my day off, Zach finally pulling a shift in his own gym. Lord knows what mess I'll come into the next day but I was pleased to have my free time in my new home.

"What are you going to do?" Anthony asked as we laid in bed under the covers. "Free day."

"I suppose I'll get my stuff organized."

"There's a little dresser in the basement I can bring up for you." He said. "It'll fit in here if you want. At least till you get your own bed."

"If I get my own bed." I said looking into his beautiful eyes. They were a pale blue and as deep as the ocean.

"You'd be more than welcome but, We should probably establish some ground rules." Anthony said.

"I understand. What do you have in mind?"

"If we're gonna be more than platonic, do you want exclusivity or a sort of open ended relationship?"

I thought on it a moment.

"I've done both and I'm good with anything." He added.

"I don't want to tie you down. If you want to have fun, do it. Then we get to have ours too." I said.

"I think that'll work just fine. If I bring a guy here, do you mind? He said. "I know some people are open but their own bedroom is off limits. You know what I mean?"

"It's really your bedroom. Plus, you're a grown man. You can do what you want." I said.

"You are too." He added. "If you bring a guy home, I can scoot or even stay if you want."

"What about the other sides of a relationship?" I asked. "Sex isn't everything."

"True. It's fun and all but I just say, see where things go." Anthony said with an enviable confidence. "If things are going good, I'd call us a packaged deal."

"I love the way you phrase it." I said with a little laugh. "Let's have some breakfast."

"You cook. I'll go get that dresser."

I went into the kitchen in just my underwear and did some raiding. I found some butter, milk, a powerlifter's supply of eggs, and bread among other things in the fridge. French toast it is and I started cooking while Anthony disappeared into a little door at the back of the house. I heard some grunting and looked over.

"Lord, do you need some help?" I said looking on as he carried a dresser up a flight of stairs.

"Nope." He said as he brought it through and into his bedroom. i followed.

"How heavy is it?" I asked marveling at his cobra back flexing.

"See for yourself."

I tried to move it but only budged it a couple inches. He carried it up a flight of stairs and through the house without stopping!

"Remind me to never piss you off." I said amazed.

"Why? Scared of these big guns?" He said throwing them up. "Touch them."

I followed his order. It was like touching a marble statue, only warm.

"We'd better eat." I said.

"Before we get to excited." He said with a smirk. He looked down and brushed the back of his hand across my swollen cock. I blushed.

We ate and proceeded with the rest of our morning. I got what clothes I had in the dresser and cleaned up the bedroom a bit. He played with his dumbbells and hopped in the shower. While cleaning up and pulling some of the sheets off the floor, I found the cock cage from the other night and examined it. It was made of steel and looked tiny. I was in the middle of figuring out how it went together when Anthony came out of the bathroom, steam rolling out after him. His towel was just a little too small and showed all the way up his thigh to where a clenched fist held the cloth up.

"You like it?" He asked smiling.

"I understand the idea behind it but I've never tried it."

"It's all about control." He explained. "When a man wears it, he's kind of trapped. When he hands the key to someone, he's controlled on top of that anxious feeling that he got right from the start."

"Have you ever used it on yourself?" I asked.

"A couple times." He said. "I'm much more of a top than a bottom though. I joked about making you wear it but if you want to try it out, I'd let you."

"I could give it a go."

"Go shower and get cleaned up." He ordered. "Come out here when you're done and I'll show you how it goes on."

I started as directed and caught a glimpse of him dropping his towel. I still actually hadn't seen the full frontal view yet and I was getting nervous. However, it was exciting too. I'd made so many changes recently and this was just another string to my bow. I got in the shower and scrubbed myself down. The hot water felt absolutely wonderful cascading down my body and my still aching hole. The bruises were subsiding and as I ran my soapy hands over them, I wondered about Mike and what he'd do to me. Especially about Tom and his friend too. What were they gonna do to me.

I stepped out of the shower and dried off. I took my time on my sore rear but was soon good enough to go.

"Alright." I said, stepping into the bedroom. "Show me what you got."

"Actually, show me." Anthony said, gesturing to the towel around my waist. I dropped it.

"Nice boy." He said smiling. "It's gonna be tight but we can do it."

He reached down with his warm hand and grabbed my balls, gently at first, then with a little tug, pulled them down. The room was cold but there was no way he was letting them go up.

"First, I lubed the ring and cage with a little cocoanut oil." He explained. "Now we slip the ring on first, one ball at a time if they're too big."

He gave a little tug and I sort of felt them, plop through.

"Now, we slide the cage on. Its harder because you're chubbing up a bit so I'll go quick."

He stuffed my cock into the receptacle and when it had nowhere to go, he kept pushing.

"Almost there. Now we lock it on." He said as he inserted the lock and removed the key. "There you are. How does it feel?"

"It's so tight. It's a little uncomfortable." I said sneering at the light pain in my crotch. I could see the cage be pushed forward by my cock till it pulled my balls tight.

"You might need to size down a ring but it's looking good." He said, proud of his work. "It's supposed to be uncomfortable as a reminder that you no longer control your body."

"It's working."

Anthony laughed and jingled the two little keys. "I'll let you hold one today and I'll keep the other. If you don't like it, you can take it off. If you do like it, I'll take both keys and you'll have to wait for me to decide when you get unlocked."

"Sounds like a plan." I said shifting awkwardly.

"Put this on." He said throwing me a jockstrap. "It'll help with keeping everything in place once you're dressed."

I did as he said and checked myself out in the mirror. The bulge it produced was amazing but I couldn't look for too long or I'd get hard again. The jock nicely framed my ass too. I could tell Anthony was enjoying the view, his pants were bulging out tremendously as he got ready for his shift. I didn't dress fully till he had left just to tease him a little. The rest of the day went smoothly. Anthony told me I could use his Xbox if I wanted so that filled some time. It was just a quiet day of sitting around in my new home, wearing a chastity cage. I was tempted to remove it at first but figured I should stick it out till Anthony got home at least. I did a little snooping in the bedroom and found a drawer full of jockstraps. All different colors and styles could be found if you dug deep enough.

In another drawer, I also found some toys. There was that strange shaped one I saw the first night here and a couple dildos, along with a plug of enormous size or so it looked to me. My man Anthony liked to play hard and I was looking forward to a challenge. It was different with him over that brute in the gym. The was a tender quality here I never got with Mike. I felt like I was safe and that meant all the world to me at a time when I was really so alone. A couple hours passed and I thought of the slip of paper that Mike had given me. Despite the cold nature in which he used me, I liked it still. I wanted it again. I wanted to explore my sexuality and learn what I liked. I was so conflicted. I put the number into my phone as 'Roid Rage'.

I heard the front door open.

"Ted. I'm home" Anthony called out like a '50s sitcom husband.

"Hey, how was work?"

"Shit as usual." He said setting his things down on the counter. "I was a little distracted all day thinking about you."

"Me? How come?"

"I was wondering if you'd still be locked up when I got here, so..." He said reaching down and grabbing my crotch like he owned it. "Good boy!"

"It was tough going at the start but I wanted to try it out."

"I'm happy about that. Very happy." He said with a sort of devilish look in his eyes. "So. Do you want to hand the key over? I won't make you if you don't want to."

I thought it over a moment and pulled the key out of my pocket and placed it in his expecting palm.

"I knew you would." He said smirking. He pulled a chain necklace out of his shirt and removed it. The hole in the key was just big enough and he re-secured the necklace, my freedom hanging from it. My cock was straining against the steel, a losing battle every time.

"I'm gonna teach you all about being the best sub." He started while unbagging one of the sacks. He pulled out a black, silky rope and a small bottle. "I needed more of both so I figured I'd pick them up on the way home."

"What's in the bottle?" I said as I felt the rope.

"Poppers. You know what poppers are?" He asked opening the package. "Take a whiff."

I leaned in and nearly got punched in the face. I was reeling from the pungent odor.

"They'll open you up and relax you. You'll get used to it." He said confidently as he made his way to the bathroom. "You're gonna want to clean out for what I wan to do. We're gonna break you in gently at first."

I was nervous but excited as he pulled out a douche and started the water running. Anthony gave me the full tutorial about what to do and what not to do. Soon I was squeaky clean with the reassurance that it'd be easier every time. We made our way into the bedroom and I came face to face with the man who was gonna show me the ropes. Literally...

Anthony, without a word, picked me up and brought me in to a sweet kiss. After a moment, his tongue slid in and began to dominate my mouth. I tried to lap at his but he was so forceful. A couple minutes of this had passed before he set me down on the bed. I was ordered to stay still as he slowly undressed in front of me.

"I wore this one just for you today." He said reaching an old stained undershirt. Before I could ask why, he tore it open revealing his ample chest. He gave a little laugh at my reaction and the throbbing of the cage as he discarded the rags. His belt was pulled off in a quick snap and thrown on the bed next to me. The pants went down with a struggle over his muscular thighs and ass. His underwear was riding up those thighs almost framing the huge bugle before my eyes.

"Remove them." He ordered, I reached for them and he added, "With your mouth."

I got down on my knees and began to find my way around his waist-band. I was right at the front when his thick hand, really a bear paw, grabbed my skull and mashed it into his bulge. I could smell the precum and feel the heat coming off his engorged member. I was so hard in my tiny cage. My normal 6.5" was packed into 1".

Soon I was released and captured the waistband in my teeth. I pulled it down and his cock swung out and rubbed down the side of my head. He helped the underwear over his ass and onto the floor kicking it off.

"I want you to take your time today. Explore it and get comfortable." He said stroking my head.

I looked up at his beautiful smiling face and then back down at the 8" anaconda waiting for me. I began to kiss the head, treating it like another mouth to kiss. He moaned and let out a deep sigh. I went a little deeper taking the head into my mouth. My tongue felt and tasted every vein and bump before going further. He was knocking on the top of my throat and I suppressed a gag.

"Ah fuck baby." He moaned. "You just fucken make love to my cock."

And I did. I bobbed back and forth with his gentle, massive hand on the back of my head. He pulled me off and gently slapped his hefty cock on the side of my head.

"Hey. Look at me. Show me those pretty eyes. Good boy, now take it deep. Ahhh fuck yeah baby."

I kept looking up into his beautiful blue eyes as he slowly pumped my head back and forth on his cock. I was still only making it about half way down when he pulled me off again.

"Open." I did so and he slowly spit directly into my waiting mouth. "You're such a good slut. I might keep you locked up." He said bouncing his cock off my face, teasing my mouth with every pass side to side. "Get up."

I started standing and only came up to his waistline when he pushed me onto the bed.

"Just lay back. I wanna play with you a little."

I did as I was told and he moved up my body. He started by grabbing the cage and pulling a little. I moaned and squirmed as he did it but his other hand gently kept me right where he wanted me. He knelt down with his knees between my legs and pushed them open. He moved up to my chest and licked, sucked, then bit my nipples. He continued playing with these with his free hand as he went it for another rough tonguing. I was in pure ecstasy.

"You want this dick in you, boy?"

"Yes please."

"Yes please what?"

"Yes please Daddy." I said back. He smiled.

"You're all mine tonight." He said. "I'll let you play around but only in that cage." A mischievous grin formed on his face as he leant back and pulled my ankles into the air. My feet were pushed up and back with one hand while his other focused his cock.

"You're gonna take me raw tonight." He said slapping his cockhead on my waiting hole. "You're gonna feel what it's like on it's own first."

He hocked a couple large wads of spit down onto my hole and onto his cock. He winked and said, "Never missed yet." With that, he pushed his head against my hole. He pushed and pushed and pushed till it broke in with a sudden lurch forward. I started to scream before his hand covered my mouth.

"Here. Take these." He said leaving my feet on his shoulders. He covered my mouth with his hand and plugged one of my nostrils with his thumb. Uncapping the poppers, he held the bottle up to my only airway.

"I've broken in several men like this. Trust me and Just breath."

As he spoke, He pushed further. "You're already halfway there. You're such a good little boy."

I was once again reeling. The lightheadedness hit me as he took the bottle away and pushed my legs back up to get better access.

"Almost there... ahhh, We're in."

As he spoke, I felt his thick cock moving right in to it's new home. I felt the enormous pressure but was in a moment devoid of any when he withdrew.

"I'm gonna fucking wreck this ass." He said looking into my eyes, smiling. "I'll decide when you cum. You're Mine."

I was succumbing to the effect of the poppers and his dirty talk. My cage was overflowing with precum. I only leaked more are he fell back into me, bulldozing my prostate along the way. He pushed down with a meaty hand on my lower stomach as he withdrew and shoved back in again.

"I can feel my cock inside you." He said, taking my hand. I was made to feel it as his thrusting picked up. I was no longer the same. I could feel his mighty ram re-adjusting my insides all while I was locked up at his mercy. He kept hammering my prostate over and over till I started to get this incredible feeling. It was almost like someone was jerking me off from inside the cage. I started moaning.

"Ah yeah, you like that bitch." He said really beginning to hammer into me. "Fucking take it whore."

I couldn't manage a word, I was still lightheaded and on the verge of cumming when he slowed down. Anthony looked me dead in the eyes and slammed in as hard as he could. He withdrew and did it again. Over and over till on the final pile driving slam, he stayed there. I knew he was coming, he was throbbing hard inside me and I could feel it. All the while he stared me in the eyes with a grin like never before on his face.

I was trembling though I hadn't cum yet. I was so close and almost did as he slowly pulled out. There was a slimy trail leading down my side from the cage. All just precum. As he pulled out, I felt the cold are hit my wet hole.

"God, I destroyed that pussy." He said reaching a hand down and inserting a couple of his meaty fingers. He pulled them out and pushed them into my mouth. I could taste his cum on them, it was rather sweet as I licked his fingers clean.

"I still haven't cum." I said almost breathless.

"And you don't have to." Anthony said smiling. "That's the beauty of a cage. I decide when you cum."

I must have looked a little dejected.

"Get used to it. That's what it'll be like when you're locked up." He said stroking my face. "Then again, I'm not that mean."

I perked up a bit as he stood and made his way over to the dresser. The toy drawer...

"That cage isn't coming off but I have some things that might help." He said. Anthony took out a little box and opened it. He removed a thing that looked like a sex toy but it had a wire leading off of it. He connected the wire to a box and another wire to a sticky pad. The pad was applied to the cage.

"Just try and stay still." He said smirking as he pushed the metal toy into my ass bumping the sweet spot. He then turned a small knob on the box and I felt a sudden tensing. I was being shocked by the toy all the way through to my cage. It was light at first then he turned it up more. I began to move around a little, squirming under this invisible force that tortured me from the inside out. He stopped the box a moment.

"Move a little." And I did as he directed. The rope came out and was cut into four sections. I was tied by my arms and legs to the bed tight enough to restrict all attempt at escape. He turned up the dial.

"Now lets test your limits a little." He said.

I started moaning louder and louder before he seemed satisfied.

"Now you're cozy, I'm gonna hit the shower. You just hang tight."

I looked around frantically and tried calling out but could barely manage a word.

"Oh yeah, Not gonna have you screaming the house down." He said as he wiped his dick off with his underwear. He turned them inside out and stuffed them crotch first into my mouth. the smelled of him. His manly scent plus cum and spit.

He went and showered. I was left hopeless on the bed slowly being tortured. It was so good though. I was loving it, every minute. Eventually I could feel it building and I was slowly brought to the brink. I heaved up and down as far as my bonds would allow till it finally happened. A huge amount of cum began leaking like a hose from the cage. I screamed through the underwear and lashed at the ropes. It seemed to flow for ages before I finally stopped. There was only one problem, I came but the box was still running. The shower was still on and I was stuck there with this agony continuing. I was getting overstimulated as the pulsing continued. I was at the point of tears when I felt it again. I started to writhe and fight till it happened again.

I blasted out of the cage again. I was limp after this one. The pulsing continued for another 30 minutes before Anthony came back and turned it off. I was well and truly milked dry.

"Now you'll know not to question me when I lock you up." He said slowly removing the electrifying toy. "I can be good to you or brutal. It's all up to you."

"Tha... Thank you." I mustered as the underwear was withdrawn.

"You're welcome, Ted." He said with his usual smile. "I just wanted to give you a sample of what you can have."

"I think you're amazing." I said propping myself up. "You've definitely had some practice."

"I charm them first, so I don't scare them off when we get to the bedroom." He said. "Now lets get you cleaned up."

"You certainly charmed me." I said laughing a little and following him. It was difficult to walk but he helped me. I kept the cage on and showered.

We cleaned up, ate supper, then went to bed. I was wrapped up in his arms tight that night, cage mashed between my legs. I was getting comfortable with it. I could even feel the key on his necklace being pressed into my back as we spooned.

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Conor lay sprawled on his back in the dim light of the bedroom, his body tense with arousal and frustration. The steel chastity cage beneath his boxers was a constant reminder of the past week—of the deal he’d made with Elizabeth, his wife, and the playful smirk on her lips when she’d locked him up.

It was maddening, but he couldn’t deny that part of him thrilled at the memory.

He shifted against the sheets, tugging lightly at the waistband of his boxers, as though that would somehow ease the ache. It didn’t. Every movement seemed to make it worse, the cage pressing firmly against him, amplifying the tension coiled in his body.

His thoughts drifted back to the conversation that had started this.

It was exactly a week ago, late on a Saturday night. They’d been curled up on the couch, Elizabeth’s legs draped lazily over his lap, a half-empty bottle of wine on the coffee table. She’d looked stunning, as always, her ginger hair tumbling over her shoulders, her green eyes bright with mischief.

“You know,” she’d said, twirling her wineglass, “I’ve been thinking about ways to spice things up a bit.”

Conor raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Oh? What kind of ideas?”

Elizabeth’s grin turned positively wicked. She set her glass down and leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “How do you feel about trying chastity?”

The question caught him off guard. “Chastity?” he echoed, blinking.

“Mmhmm.” She sat back, crossing her arms as she watched him with a teasing glint in her eyes. “Just for a week. As a little experiment. You’d be locked up, and I’d… well, let’s just say I’d be in complete control.”

Conor felt a rush of warmth rise to his cheeks. He wasn’t exactly inexperienced—Elizabeth had always been adventurous, and she’d introduced him to more than a few kinks since they’d gotten together—but chastity was… new.

“You’re serious?” he asked, trying to sound casual even as his heart thudded in his chest.

Elizabeth laughed softly, leaning forward to trace a finger along his jawline. “Oh, very serious. Think about it, Conor. A whole week of teasing, building up the tension, and then…” She let the sentence trail off, her smile growing as she watched his reaction.

He swallowed hard, his mind racing. It was a bold idea, and a part of him felt nervous about surrendering that kind of control. But then he looked at her—at the way her eyes sparkled with excitement, at the playful curve of her lips—and he realized he wanted to make her happy. He trusted her completely, and if this was something she wanted to try, he was willing to give it a shot.

“Alright,” he said, his voice a little shaky. “Let’s do it.”

Elizabeth’s grin turned triumphant. “Good boy,” she purred, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips.

The memory made Conor groan softly, his hips shifting involuntarily against the unyielding cage.

He remembered how she’d led him to the bedroom that night, her excitement palpable. She’d pulled out the sleek, steel device she’d ordered online, her eyes gleaming as she explained how it worked.

“Once it’s locked, you won’t be able to do anything without my permission,” she’d said, her voice low and teasing. “But don’t worry—I’ll make it worth your while when the week is up.”

Conor had nodded, his throat dry as he allowed her to slip the cage into place. The click of the lock had echoed in his ears, a sound both thrilling and terrifying.

The days that followed had been… challenging, to say the least. Elizabeth had been relentless in her teasing, brushing against him as she passed by, whispering filthy promises in his ear, and lounging around the house in her lacy lingerie.

“You’re doing so well, darling,” she’d say with a smirk whenever she caught him squirming. “Just a few more days.”

Now, lying in bed, Conor felt like he was at his breaking point. The week was almost up, and Elizabeth had promised they’d celebrate tonight with some “kinky fun,” as she’d put it. But the hours seemed to drag on, each one more agonizing than the last.

His mind wandered back to her, imagining what she was planning. He knew she was far more experienced and adventurous than he was—something she’d admitted early in their relationship—but he’d always trusted her to guide him through new territory.

He sighed, running a hand through his tousled hair as he stared up at the ceiling. As frustrating as this week had been, he couldn’t deny the thrill of surrendering to her control, of knowing how much she enjoyed having him at her mercy.

“I just hope I survive tonight,” he muttered to himself, a small, rueful smile tugging at his lips.

The sound of footsteps in the hallway made his heart leap, and he turned his head toward the door, anticipation and nerves swirling in his chest.

“Conor,” Elizabeth’s voice called out, warm and teasing. “Are you ready for some fun?”

The bedroom door swung open, and Conor’s breath hitched. Elizabeth strode in, wrapped in a tight, blue latex outfit that shimmered under the dim light. The material hugged every curve of her body, accentuating her graceful figure while radiating an air of confident dominance.

“You like what you see?” she asked, her voice dripping with playful authority.

Conor’s throat went dry. The chastity cage beneath his boxers felt impossibly tighter as he nodded, his gaze glued to her.

“Good,” she purred, walking closer, her hips swaying. “Because I dressed like this just for you. I thought you might need a little extra motivation tonight.” She leaned down, her green eyes locking onto his as she whispered, “And something tells me it’s working.”

His face burned red, and his arousal only heightened the ache of the cage.

Elizabeth straightened, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “We’re going to play a little game,” she began, her tone teasing but firm. “I’ll tie you up, nice and snug. If you can escape within an hour, I’ll unlock you and give you exactly what you’ve been begging for.”

Conor swallowed hard. “And if I can’t?”

A wicked grin spread across her lips. “Then I’ll add a little more bondage and give you another hour to try. And if you still can’t escape…” She leaned closer, her voice low and sultry. “Let’s just say you’ll be entirely at my mercy.”

His chest tightened, a mix of nervousness and excitement coursing through him.

“Now,” Elizabeth said, picking up a length of silk from the nightstand, “hands first.”

Conor hesitated but offered his wrists. She looped the silk around them with deliberate care, her movements slow and precise, her touch feather-light yet confident. “There we go,” she murmured as she tightened the knot, ensuring it was secure.

She knelt by his feet, binding his ankles next with the same painstaking care, occasionally glancing up at him with a teasing smirk. When she was finished, she stepped back to admire her work.

“Perfect,” she said, placing her hands on her hips. “You’re all mine now.”

Conor tested the restraints, tugging lightly, but his focus shattered as Elizabeth crawled onto the bed. She leaned over him, her latex-covered body pressing lightly against his, and ran her gloved hands along his chest. Her touch trailed lower until her fingers grazed the edge of his boxers.

“Poor thing,” she cooed, slipping her hand beneath the waistband. Her fingers cupped his caged length and fondled his balls gently, her touch maddeningly slow and teasing. “You’ve been so patient for me all week. It must be torture.”

Conor groaned, his body squirming against the silk bindings as he bit back a whimper.

Elizabeth’s lips hovered near his ear, her breath warm against his skin. “Do you know how much I’ve been enjoying this?” she whispered. “Watching you squirm, knowing you can’t do anything without my permission? It’s been delicious.”

His cheeks burned as she pressed a kiss just below his ear. “And tonight…” She gave his balls a light squeeze, making him gasp. “Tonight, you get to show me just how much you want me to unlock you.”

She pulled back with a wicked smile, grabbed her phone, and set a timer. “You’ve got one hour to escape,” she said, sitting elegantly at the edge of the bed, her latex-clad legs crossed.

“If you manage it, you’re free. If not…” She picked up another length of silk and let it dangle from her fingers. “Well, I’ll just have to tie you up a little more and give you another chance.”

Conor’s body was taut with arousal and frustration. He tugged lightly at the bindings, knowing the odds were against him, while Elizabeth watched with a satisfied smirk, her gaze making it clear she was in complete control.

“Good luck, darling,” she teased, reclining gracefully. “You’re going to need it.”      

Conor strained against the silk bindings, his muscles flexing as he twisted his wrists, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. The knots were tight, frustratingly so, but with each pull, he felt the faintest hint of slack. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to keep him focused, even as the chastity cage sent constant waves of aching frustration through him.

Elizabeth, perched on the chaise lounge across the room, was a vision of power and seduction in her tight blue latex. The glossy material clung to her figure, shimmering in the soft light as she crossed one leg over the other. A glass of wine dangled gracefully from her fingers as she watched him with a smirk that radiated playful dominance.

“You’re working so hard,” she teased, her voice silky and mocking. “Do you really think you’ll get free before the timer runs out?” She glanced at her phone. “Only ten minutes left, darling. Are you sure you’ll make it?”

Conor groaned, pulling harder. The silk resisted, but he could feel it—just the smallest bit of give. He twisted his wrists again, testing the knot. Slowly, ever so slowly, it began to loosen. His heart raced with a flicker of hope, but his focus kept breaking as his eyes were drawn back to her.

Elizabeth caught his gaze and smirked knowingly. “You’re distracted again,” she said, setting her glass down and rising from her seat. Her latex-clad figure gleamed as she sauntered toward him, her hips swaying with deliberate confidence.

She leaned over the bed, her face close to his, and ran a gloved finger along his jawline. “You’ve been locked up for so long,” she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. “I bet all you can think about is getting out of that cage and fucking my tight pussy? Feeling me again, touching me... But do you deserve it?”

Conor groaned, his frustration mounting. “Elizabeth, you’re not helping,” he muttered, twisting his wrists again.

She chuckled softly, her lips brushing against his ear. “Oh, I’m not supposed to help. I’m supposed to make this harder.” Her hand slipped down to his waistband, her fingers teasing the cage beneath. She fondled him lightly, making him gasp and squirm. “You’re so close to freedom… and yet not quite there. It’s driving you mad, isn’t it?”

He bit back a moan, his body arching instinctively under her touch. “You’re evil,” he managed to say, his voice strained.

“Maybe,” she said with a wicked grin, pulling back. “But you love it.”

Elizabeth straightened and stepped back, resuming her seat with a theatrical flourish. She picked up her wine glass and took a slow sip, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she watched him struggle. “Five minutes left,” she taunted, glancing at her phone. “Tick-tock, Conor. If you don’t get free soon, I’m going to add another knot. Maybe I’ll tie your legs together even tighter. Or maybe…” She tapped her chin thoughtfully, her grin widening. “Maybe I’ll blindfold you. Wouldn’t that make things interesting?”

Conor redoubled his efforts, his fingers working furiously. He twisted his wrists, pulling at the silk. The knot was starting to give, and he could feel the tension loosening ever so slightly. His pulse quickened.

“Getting somewhere, are we?” Elizabeth asked, noticing his renewed intensity. She leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand, clearly intrigued. “Look at you, so determined. I love seeing you like this—helpless, desperate, trying so hard to impress me.”

Conor gritted his teeth, sweat dripping down his temple. He gave one final pull, and the knot on his right wrist slipped slightly. His hand was almost free.

Elizabeth’s phone buzzed, the timer going off. The soft chime echoed in the room, and she raised an eyebrow. “Well, well, time’s up,” she said, setting her glass down. “Let’s see how you’ve done, shall we?”

She sauntered back to the bed, her heels clicking softly against the floor, and leaned over him. Her sharp green eyes narrowed as she inspected his bindings. “Hmm. It looks like someone’s made some progress,” she murmured, her gloved fingers brushing over the loosened knot.

Conor’s breath was ragged as he met her gaze. “Just… a little more time,” he panted.

Elizabeth tilted her head, her smirk turning wicked. “Oh, no, darling. Rules are rules. You didn’t escape in time, so it’s time to add some more bondage”

His heart pounded, his body thrumming with arousal, every sensation amplified by the week-long torment of being locked in chastity.

Her tight blue latex outfit gleamed as she stood, the glossy material hugging every curve of her body. In her hand was a roll of black bondage tape, catching the light ominously as she sauntered over to him.

“Well, well,” she said, her voice rich with teasing amusement, “you’ve been working so hard, haven’t you? Almost free… almost.” She perched on the edge of the bed, leaning down to run a gloved finger along his jaw. “But not quite good enough. And you know what that means.”

Conor groaned again, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment and raw need. The chastity cage around him was maddening—pressing against him, constantly reminding him of how desperately he wanted her. His arousal felt like a roaring fire, made worse by the sight of his wife in control, her every word and action dripping with confidence.

“I—I almost had it,” he panted, pulling weakly at the silk binding his left wrist.

Elizabeth’s smirk deepened, her voice low and sultry. “Oh, I saw, darling. So close, but that’s not enough for me.” She dangled the tape in front of him. “Let’s make sure you don’t get so lucky next time, shall we?”

Conor’s heart raced as she climbed onto the bed, her latex-clad thighs straddling him lightly. She grabbed his ankles first, the cool touch of her gloves sending shivers down his spine as she began wrapping them tightly with the tape. The glossy black material encased his skin, layer after layer building until his legs were immobilized.

“Perfect,” she purred, running her hands slowly up his legs. Her touch was maddening, each stroke of the latex making his arousal surge.

Moving to his knees, she applied the tape with precise care, binding his legs together snugly. Conor squirmed, the cage pressing harder against him as he grew impossibly more turned on.

“You’re so quiet,” Elizabeth teased, her green eyes gleaming as she leaned over him. Her lips brushed his ear as she whispered, “Is it the knots that have you so worked up… or this?” Her hand slid to his waistband, fingers slipping beneath to trace the edge of the cage.

Conor gasped, his body arching instinctively. “Elizabeth, please…”

“Please, what?” she murmured, her fingers fondling his balls with a feather-light touch. The cool latex only heightened the unbearable tension. “Please let you out? Oh, darling, you’ve had a whole week to think about this moment. Don’t tell me you’re giving up now.” She gave the cage a teasing tap, making him groan. “I think you can wait a little longer.”

His frustration boiled over, his mind swirling with a mix of embarrassment, helplessness, and raw desire. Her control, her teasing dominance—it was intoxicating. Every time she whispered in his ear, every glance at her gleaming blue latex, made his arousal spike.

Elizabeth moved to his wrists, untying the silk binding with deliberate slowness. Before he could even attempt to move, she began wrapping them in the black tape. The layers clung tightly to his skin, ensuring he wouldn’t escape again.

“There,” she said, leaning back to admire her work. His ankles, knees, and wrists were now securely bound, his body completely at her mercy. She trailed a hand over his chest, her touch slow and deliberate. “Look at you. Completely helpless, completely mine.”

Conor’s breathing was ragged as she leaned down, her lips brushing his ear once more. “I know you’re so incredibly turned on right now,” she whispered, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Locked up, tied up, with no way to touch me… or yourself. Does it drive you crazy, knowing I’m the only one who decides when you get out?”

He groaned, his body trembling beneath her. “Elizabeth… I… I can’t take this,” he managed, his voice a mix of desperation and longing.

She chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Oh, but you will. You’ve made it this far, haven’t you? Another hour like this will be good for you. And if you can’t escape… maybe I’ll add just a little more bondage. Or maybe…” Her gloved hand traced teasing circles over his cage. “I’ll keep you locked up a little longer. You’ve been such a good boy, after all.”

Conor squirmed against the bindings, his arousal overwhelming as Elizabeth’s teasing touch left him gasping. The ache in his cage, the sight of her in control, her every word and touch—it was too much, and yet not nearly enough.

Elizabeth climbed off the bed, her smirk still firmly in place as she reached for her glass of wine. “Another hour, darling,” she said, her tone playful and commanding. “Let’s see if you can impress me this time. Or if I’ll need to get even more creative.”

As she walked back to her chair, her hips swaying in the latex, Conor’s body burned with frustration and desire. Helpless, bound, and completely at her mercy, he couldn’t help but feel that, for all his torment, this was exactly where he wanted to be.

Aftera while, Elizabeth sat back at the edge of the bed, her tight blue latex glinting in the soft light. She sat cross-legged, holding her wine glass delicately, her eyes gleaming with wicked delight as she looked down at her helpless husband. Conor lay bound with black tape at his ankles, knees, and wrists, his chest heaving with frustration and desire. The cage was unbearable, and every glance at his wife only made his need grow more intense.

She reached out with one gloved hand, brushing her fingers lightly over his chest. "You’re so quiet again," she murmured, her voice dripping with playful mockery. "Thinking hard about how to get free? Or maybe… just thinking about me."

Conor’s jaw clenched as he pulled at the bindings, the black tape holding firm despite his best efforts. “Elizabeth, this isn’t fair,” he groaned, his voice rough with desperation.

“Fair?” she echoed, laughing softly. “Oh, darling, this is so much better than fair. I’m giving you motivation—freedom for your effort, release for your dedication.” She set her glass down and leaned closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “But it looks like you’re still stuck… and I’m still in control.”

Her hand slid down to his waistband, slipping beneath it with deliberate slowness. Conor gasped as her fingers found the cage, tracing its edge teasingly. She cupped his balls, her latex-covered hand cool against his heated skin. “You’ve been so patient,” she cooed, her voice soft and sultry. “Locked up for me, waiting for me. I can feel how much you want it—how much you want me.”

He arched his back instinctively, the ache in his cage intensifying as she massaged him gently. “Elizabeth, please…” he whispered, his voice thick with need.

“Please what?” she teased, her thumb circling the base of the cage. “Please touch you more? Please let you out?” She smirked, her lips brushing his jawline. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you? To finally feel me again after all this time.”

Conor groaned, tugging harder at the tape. The silk and tape bindings were maddeningly secure, and his efforts only seemed to make them tighter. His entire body was on fire, every touch of her hands sending sparks of pleasure and frustration coursing through him.

Elizabeth moved lower, her hand still teasing him as she whispered in his ear. “Do you know what’s driving me crazy?” she asked, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. “How horny I am for you. Watching you struggle like this… feeling how hard you are even in that little cage.” Her lips curled into a wicked smile. “It’s the biggest turn-on, Conor. Knowing you’re mine, completely helpless and desperate for me.”

Conor’s head fell back against the pillows, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The combination of her teasing words and her relentless touch was overwhelming. “You’re making me so horny,” he choked out, his body trembling with need.

“Oh, am I, darling?,” she replied with a laugh, leaning down to press a kiss to his neck. “I’m just making sure you know exactly how much I want you… and how much more you’ll have to work for it.”

Her hand continued its gentle exploration, fondling his balls with slow, deliberate motions that had him writhing beneath her. The cage throbbed against him, every teasing word and touch pushing him closer to the edge of his sanity.

“You’re so close,” she whispered, her voice almost tender now. “So close to freedom, so close to feeling me again. But you have to earn it, Conor. Prove to me that you deserve it.”

He growled in frustration, pulling at the bindings with renewed determination. The tape around his wrists shifted slightly, the faintest hint of give spurring him on. His muscles strained as he twisted and pulled, desperation driving him as Elizabeth continued to toy with him.

“Look at you,” she said, her tone laced with admiration and amusement. “Working so hard for me. It’s so sexy, Conor. Knowing how badly you want this, how badly you want me.” She kissed him again, her lips lingering on his jaw as her hand gave his cage a teasing squeeze.

Every nerve in his body was alive with need, the ache in his cage almost unbearable as he strained against the tape. The room was filled with the sound of his ragged breathing and her soft laughter, the clock ticking down the seconds as the hour dragged on.

Finally, Elizabeth leaned back, brushing her hair out of her face as she watched him struggle. “Five minutes left,” she announced with a smirk, her hand still resting on his cage. “You’re running out of time, darling. Are you going to make it… or will I have to make things even harder for you?”

Conor groaned, his frustration reaching its peak. He gave one final, desperate pull at the tape, feeling it loosen just a fraction more. He was close—but not close enough. And Elizabeth’s smug smile told him she was enjoying every second of his torment.

As the timer chimed the hour’s end, Conor let out a frustrated groan. His body trembled from exertion, his limbs sore from struggling against the black tape that held him so tightly. He had been so close to breaking free, but time had betrayed him, and now, he was left helpless—his body on fire, still locked in chastity, every inch of him yearning for release.

Elizabeth stood up from her chair with a satisfied smirk, her eyes scanning his bound body, her presence commanding. She moved toward a drawer beside the bed, taking a moment to pull out coils of soft, yet sturdy, rope. The sight of it made Conor’s pulse quicken, his mind racing with both anticipation and helplessness. He couldn’t help but feel a shiver of arousal despite his frustration.

With fluid movements, Elizabeth knelt down beside him, running a gloved hand over his chest. Her latex outfit gleamed as she worked, her confidence palpable. “I think it’s time to tighten things up a bit, don’t you think?” she whispered, her voice laced with teasing authority.

Conor swallowed hard, trying to control his breathing. “Elizabeth… please,” he groaned. “I can’t take much more…”

“Oh, but you can, darling,” she said, her voice sweet yet commanding. “This is just the beginning.”

She started with his ankles, expertly looping the rope around each foot, pulling it tightly and tying it in a secure knot. The pressure of the ropes around his joints only heightened his sense of helplessness, every knot reinforcing how little control he had left.

Next, Elizabeth worked her way up, tying his knees together with another secure knot, the rope digging into his skin as she adjusted the tension. Conor’s breath caught in his throat, the ropes pulling his legs taut, rendering him immobile. His body was already straining, the cage locked around him, and now the tight binding was only making his arousal worse.

She didn’t stop there. Elizabeth moved to his wrists, pulling the rope tightly around each one and securing them in place. Conor whimpered as she cinched the knots, making sure they held firm, ensuring he couldn’t move. His chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, the ropes now completely immobilizing him. But she wasn’t done.

Elizabeth’s eyes sparkled with pleasure as she moved to his elbows, expertly binding them with more rope. As she pulled them close together, the pressure on his arms and the sensation of being so tightly bound began to overwhelm him. He couldn’t move at all—his body completely at her mercy. She linked the ropes from his ankles, knees, wrists, and elbows together, the web of rope growing tighter and tighter around him. Every knot, every length of rope, was like a new layer of control, each strand tightening the grip she had on him.

Conor’s breath became ragged as the ropes pulled his body taut, forcing him into a lying position that left him utterly vulnerable. He could feel every inch of the rope against his skin, the binding sensation heightening his awareness of just how completely tied up he was. His muscles screamed in frustration, but he couldn’t escape. He was completely at Elizabeth’s mercy.

Elizabeth took a step back, admiring her work. His body was completely bound in a tight, intricate shibari design. His arms and legs were linked together, the ropes crisscrossing his body in a perfect display of submission. The tension in the air was palpable, and Conor’s eyes were wide with a mix of embarrassment, frustration, and desperate arousal. He couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of helplessness, and yet, he also felt an undeniable thrill. She had him—completely. And that thought made his body burn with desire.

Elizabeth knelt beside him, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered softly, “You’re mine now, Conor. All tied up, locked away, and completely helpless. How does that feel?”

Conor’s heart raced, his breath quickening as he groaned in response. “Elizabeth… please… I need…”

She pressed a gentle kiss to his neck, then pulled back to look him in the eye, her smile sly and satisfied. “You need what, darling? You need me to let you out? Well, that’s not happening anytime soon.”

She paused, her fingers tracing the ropes around his chest as she added, “You’ve been so good for me. But I think I’ll keep you like this for a while. Completely bound, completely at my mercy.”

Conor’s body shuddered beneath the ropes, the weight of his submission settling on him as he lay helpless, completely bound in the tight shibari. The pressure of being locked in chastity and helplessly tied up was overwhelming, and yet, beneath it all, a part of him was thrilled. He was at her mercy, and that thought alone made his desire burn even hotter.

Elizabeth’s voice was low and teasing as she stood back up, giving him one last lingering look. “You have one hout to get free, Conor. Let’s see if you can do it”

With that, she turned back to her chair, her heels clicking softly on the floor as she walked away, leaving him lying there, bound and completely helpless, the ropes a constant reminder of how utterly controlled he was.

Elizabeth settled into her chair, the cool glass of wine resting in her hand as she crossed one leg over the other, her eyes locking onto Conor's bound form. The sight of him, completely helpless and immobile, made her pulse quicken with anticipation. She took a slow sip, savoring the moment, before setting the glass down with deliberate slowness. A teasing smile curled on her lips as she leaned forward, her eyes never leaving his.

“I thought you wanted to get out of chastity, sweetie?” she purred, her voice sweet and mocking. “You’ve worked so hard, but here you are, still locked up, still mine." She shifted slightly in her chair, her body language languid and confident. "Well, I’m ready for you now, Conor. I’m ready for you to take my body if you can get released. If not, we have a lor more bondage to add to your predicament"

Her words hung in the air, thick with promise and control, as she waited for his response, savoring the look of desperation and arousal on his face.

Conor squirmed against the silk, tape and rope as his cock squirmed inside the chastity belt. He had never been this horny in his entire life, and he didn’t know what Elizabeth had planned next. He just knew he had never wanted sex with his wife more in his life.

The thought of how much more toys and bondage she still had to use on Conor made her smirk. She wasn’t just enjoying this—she was revelling in it.

Elizabeth leaned back in her chair, swirling her wine with a playful grin. "Tick tock, honey," she teased, her voice dripping with amusement. "You have one hour before we add some more bondage. We are only getting started sweetie..."

Hey!

I’m searching for a multi-part story that takes place in the future where someone’s stand in society depend on bother their testosterone and estrogen levels. For example, if a man’s testosterones level are low they’ll be given medicine to feminize themselves and become more feminine, which what basically happens to the main MC. On the other hand if characters, let’s say a women, had a low estrogen level, it’ll mean that she’s much more powerful and muscular then your average gal.

It’s a nice and quite the hot story and I was hoping if someone knew the name of it! It includes chastity, sph, feminization, prejac, slight cucking.

Tommy’s frantic few minutes had taken its toll. He dragged himself downstairs to find something that would cure his headache. He was surprised to see his mum sat in complete silence in the living room. She barely acknowledged her son’s presence, far too fixed on her phone.

Tommy took his time in the kitchen. Sipping his water to wash the paracetamol down. His mind hadn’t settled for more than a second. Constantly thinking about what could happen. Still hopeful that the message would be ignored, in a days time he’d be back to normal. However, all the positive thinking in the world couldn’t stop the worst case scenarios playing out in his head. Although he was still having an internal meltdown, Tommy felt himself beginning to recover.

Whilst his secret was still intact he was optimistic. Reassuring himself that they’d ignore such a weird message. He returned to the living room, falling down in the seat opposite his mum. Maybe whoever received the message would take a day or so to bother reading it? Letting the code expire in the process. Tommy scrolled through his phone, countless messages from advertisers or marketing that were still unopened, proving his own point. Swiping the background apps away opened up the CyberCage app. The padlock was still there, but the time hadn’t increased.

Tommy looked over to his mum, who shook her head as she read something. Her face illuminated by the screen. She looked up at Tommy, seemingly unaware of his presence before.

“Do you want your aunt Jo to own you?” Her tone judgemental and confused. The sudden question took Tommy by surprise.

Tommy felt his heart beating through his chest. His body heating up and his skin turning more and more red with each passing second. His questioning and guesswork was over already.

Every bit of reassurance was out the window. It was his Aunt Jo who had received the message, she hadn’t ignored it, she didn’t wait around to open it and she didn’t keep it a secret. Tommy felt this was one of the worst case scenarios. Everything that Tommy didn’t wish to happen had happened. The embarrassment had him stuttering and stumbling trying to find a response.

“No… of course I don’t want that. It was a mistake mum, I swear..” Tommy hung his head in shame.

“Well she’s briefly explained the message, and the app” His mum scoffed. “It doesn’t sound like a mistake!”

Tommy saw her point. He’d essentially sent his Aunt a request to be his ‘key’ holder. Tommy was far too embarrassed to respond. He was wishing for the ground to swallow him up.

“From her understanding, there’s absolutely nothing you can do about this! Right?” His mum queried.

“Yeah… that’s right.” Tommy’s weak voice was pathetic. “It’s irreversible… unless you convinced Auntie Jo to give access back?” Tommy prayed.

“Sweetheart, I didn’t even try!” His mum laughed at him, waving her phone around. “I didn’t even respond to her messages!” She put her phone down. Showing her son that she had no interest in responding to her ex sister in law.

“Mum please talk to her! I swear it was a mistake” Tommy was practically begging. “This is humiliating!”

His mum got up and walked over to him, leaning down so they were face to face. Her hands holding his head, she kissed his cheek, “You’re a disgusting pervert” She frowned. “Don’t try and involve me in this twisted game!”. She looked her defeated boy in his watering eyes, her right hand reaching down to feel his cage through the cotton shorts. “You’re sick! I don’t care what that ugly bitch decides to do with that awful app!” She left Tommy in disbelief.

….

Tommy pulled up outside his Aunt Jo’s new house, paid for by the divorce. Tommy figured she wasn’t really an Aunt now after splitting with his uncle a month or so ago. She didn’t speak to anyone from Tommy’s family anymore, she’d been exiled. Thanks to Tommy’s misfortune however, she was back in his life. The short journey had been spent mentally cursing his mother, he wasn’t sure whether she didn’t believe it was a mistake or just didn’t care if it was. Whatever the answer was, his mum had made her stance clear. Tommy had lost his mums support and he was on his own. Tommy knocked on his Aunt’s door.

It took a long time for the door to creak open, once it did Tommy was greeted by Aunt Jo. The 41 year old stood a few inches taller than 19 year old Tommy.

“There’s my kinky little nephew!” She pulled him inside, slamming the door behind them. “I guess you’re not really my nephew anymore huh?” She ushered Tommy into the living room. Tommy was amazed at how large her new house was.

“I’m really sorry Auntie, I didn’t mean to send you that message. Please don’t use the app!” Tommy looked up at her pleadingly.

“Who were you meant to send it to?” His aunt smirked.

“Nobody, it was a complete accident. I want to control the app myself” Tommy couldn’t even look at her.

“Oh sweetheart, you’ve just made this even better…” she giggled evilly, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him closer.

“I don’t understand….” Tommy leaned his head back to avoid lip to lip contact with his Aunt.

“You’re not going to get control of your ‘CyberCage back!” She laughed at Tommy. “Understand now?” Her grin was sadistic. “Your mistake has given me a great opportunity! I ruined your dickhead uncles life, and now, I’m going to ruin his nephews!”

“Auntie what the fuck? I didn’t do anything to you! Ever!” Tommy panicked.

“You didn’t do anything wrong…but at look you… you’re just a younger version of your uncle… you deserve what’s coming and there’s really nothing you can do!”

Tommy’s mind had been racing since the moment he read that first message,

‘Congratulations! You’ve completed the first step in relinquishing control! An activation code has been sent to the selected mobile phone number.’

He was constantly thinking about who it could’ve been, who was the worst person? What was the worst thing they could do? In this moment both of those questions seemed to be answered. His mind was still racing but now all the thoughts were about the misery that awaited him, not the misery that might. As his Aunt Jo cruelly said, there really was nothing he could do. The universe was conspiring against him, a simple mistake, a mother disgusted by his perverted kink and a broken Aunt who had seemingly developed a hatred for men. How long would he suffer for his uncles past decisions? How would she make him suffer?

(As with part 1, feel free to suggest stuff for part 3)

Link to Part 18

How She Became My Roommate, Then My Girlfriend, Then My Domme Reboot - Part 18 :

The day finally arrives for Annie to submit her doctoral thesis.  She’s spent weeks going over it, reviewing it, thinking it through.  She’s spent hours and hours reviewing it with her thesis advisor.  She’s spent hours and hours and hours reviewing it with me.  Even though I don’t know anything about the subject.  Especially because I don’t know anything about the subject.  She says that talking to a blank wall really helps her.  She says that for every dumb look I give her, she has to ask herself if her thesis committee (who, she says, are at least as dumb as me) will understand what she’s saying or will they be as lost as me.  Thanks, I think.

Paula has also been helping to review her thesis.  She’s basically been living here for a couple of weeks.  It amazes me that Paula the Terrible has turned into such a warm wonderful person. 

The days after submitting a thesis are a terrible time for a PhD candidate.  They’ve been working toward something for years, and suddenly there’s nothing to do except second guess themselves.   Annie is sure it’s a failure.  She’s sure that there are thousands of things she should have/could have done differently.  There must a million zillion bajillion confounding variables she missed.  Maybe someday she’ll even tell me what a confounding variable is.  She has a very very bad case of imposter syndrome.  She hides in her room and spends a lot of time crying.  She won’t eat.

She won’t hear back from her doctoral committee for at least a few weeks, and then it’s going to be a deficiency list – things they want explained or mistakes they’ve found or issues needing more research.  They can reject the thesis outright, but that’s not usual given how much review a thesis has gotten from the candidate’s faculty advisor, colleagues, and other faculty members.

Knowing this was going to come, I take her away for a hiking holiday in Colorado.  We’d take Paula too, but she has a major astronomy conference coming up where she is a keynote speaker.  It’s a big deal for her.  We feel bad about leaving Paula by herself with this big thing coming up, but she is literally pushing us out the door so that I can get Annie hiking and get her mind off her thesis.

We rent a big Jeep SUV and one of those teardrop-type campers and we’re doing 14 days of hiking the front range of the Rockies from Cheyenne WY down to the southern border of Colorado.  We hike our hearts out during the day and then she drives me right up the wall at night with tease and denial and/or ruined orgasms.  I mean, an entire day watching that pert ass of hers bouncing up and down trails in her lycra/spandex shorts makes the tease and denial infinitely worse.  And yes, she’s usually wearing the key in full view and we do occasionally get interesting looks from other hikers.  One time she made me pull down the front of my shorts to expose myself when two women hikers going the other way just flat-out asked if it was a chastity key.  Unfortunately they were going in the other direction and there was no way to arrange anything (although we did spend a couple of minutes with them “examining” the cage).  After that, she has made me expose myself every now and then on trail when she thought nobody was around.  It was exciting and nerve-wracking, especially when she purposely cut things kind of close relative to other hikers.

Yeah, you know as well as I do that I was loving it.  More importantly, she’s forgotten about her thesis and is having a wonderful time relaxing. 

At night she is really using her imagination.  She’s outdone herself in coming up with ways of frustrating me.  It doesn’t hurt (or maybe it does depending on your point of view) that Dawn is texting her suggestions.

Oh, and one other thing.  I borrowed that butterfly from Paula.  It turns out it has a remote control.  I made Mistress wear it a couple of times while we were hiking.  Oh, paybacks ARE a bitch.

Hey, here’s a fun fact for you.  Did you know that swingers use an upside-down pineapple as a sort of recognition symbol?  Apparently she did, because the third evening (outside Estes Park CO) she noticed that two larger RVs in the campground were both flying upside down pineapple flags, and of course she had to have us go over to meet them. 

Another fun fact, swingers don’t have much experience with things like chastity, tease and denial, ruined orgasms, etc.  They CERTAINLY don’t object to them though. 

Twenty minutes after walking over to meet them, we were in one of the RVs with me naked so that the two couples could see my cage.  The women were fascinated and spending a lot of time with hands-on examination of the cage, my balls, my cock and anything their fingers or tongues could touch.  I have to say, they were pretty damned talented despite never having seen a cock in a chastity cage before. 

 One of the women was teasing the other about putting their husbands in chastity and the fun they could have with that at swingers parties.  The MEN were turning beet red from some of the conversation.

From there, the subject got around to tease and denial, ruined orgasms, humiliation play, etc.  Again, the women were fascinated.  When they asked about tease and denial, Mistress pointed out that it was exactly what they were doing with all their examination of me and the cage.  After all, I was visibly aroused (a lot more than just “aroused”), leaking like crazy, yet had no way to get any satisfaction unless Mistress decided to allow it. 

Then the obvious question came up – how does Mistress (well, Annie to them) get sexual satisfaction – and she told them about my tongue as well as our collection of dildo gags, strap-ons, cock sleeves, etc.  She emphasized the concept that using those devices let her have orgasm after orgasm after orgasm after orgasm without having to worry about the man’s stamina or skill.  The women of course “HAD TO” see, and she went and got some of our toys from the camper.  A few minutes after that I was flat on my back on the bed with a dildo gag in my mouth and a strap-on around my pelvis while the two women tested them out. 

They were both soccer moms – neither in the kind of physical shape that Mistress or Paula is in, but not terrible.  They mounted me so they were facing each other and were having fun playing with each other -- kissing and touching intimately -- while they rode me to a couple of orgasms.  At some point we switched out the strap-on for a sleeve that was mounted on my cock without the cage and the women fell in love with the sleeve.  They talked – a lot – about how they wanted sleeves for some of the men they knew who tended to come too fast.

By the time they exhausted themselves I was beyond desperation.  The one who was using the dildo gag actually had a nice ass and seeing it bouncing up and down right in front of my nose got to me.  The other one made sure that her hand spent a lot of time caressing my balls while she rode the strap-on and sleeve.  I think I was close to crying.

The women decided to take pity on me and begged Mistress to allow me a ruined orgasm.  So she did one of those where she’s just running her thumb right under the head on the bottom of the penis (I know the location has a name but I can’t remember it) until the cum just dribbled out of me in little spurts for about five minutes.  They could see from my face just how unsatisfying it was and laughed uproariously. 

Rather than allowing me to shower in the RV as offered, Mistress made me put my shorts back on (after she re-caged me), walk me over to the camper to get my shower gear, and then walked me over to the public showers to clean up.  By the time I got to the camper my shorts were sticky from my cum and had a number of wet spots.  We passed a couple of people and I don’t know how they could have possibly not noticed.  She was also pretty brazen about how she unlocked me in semi-public before I could go in the shower, and then made me clean the cage in the public sink before putting it back on.  Not the kind of very private behavior we maintain at home.  It was scary and humiliating and we both loved it.

By the way, one more thing about the swingers.  When we first started talking about having me naked, they very politely asked if Annie was interested in any sort of activity.  She politely declined and that was it for the discussion.  They made no attempt to convince her, to change her mind, to seduce her (not that they could).  She gave them her answer and they respected it.  Very interesting people.

Unfortunately, they left the following morning as they were on their way to a swinger’s convention down in New Mexico.

As the morning came around, I changed into Brayden’s clothes before putting my hair into a man bun. Shortly after that my parents arrived at the hotel to pick me up and take me home. It was great to see them as we hugged and they made remarks on how different I look (especially about my hair).

During the drive home they kept asking me questions about how college was and how my life has been. I answered mostly honestly, only hiding the things relating to my secret double life. After about 40 minutes, I was home, in the house I grew up in.

As I entered I gave my little sister Aubrey a hug. She was two years younger than me and was starting college next year. After we all got caught up with each other's lives, my mom decided to make some lunch as it had been a while since I had her amazing cooking.

Unexpectedly, Brayden suddenly decided to respond to my text from last night at the worst possible time. The message read: “Great to hear, I miss you already ❤️”. And of course my sister saw it appear on my phone.

“Who’s that?” She asks intrigued.

“No one, just my friend playing a joke.” I quickly lie, only making myself appear more suspicious.

Luckily she left off after I responded and we all enjoyed our lunch. Cut to night time, Brayden didn’t give any real night time clothes only casual everyday outfits, so I wore a lavender girly pajamas. I don’t know what I was thinking, but I completely forgot to lock my door, so I’m guessing you can expect what happened next.

Yup, as I’m about to drift off into sleep, the door suddenly turns and rustles before the door opens, causing me to shoot up out of bed instinctively. As my body froze, my eyes locked with my sister's eyes as she also froze.

“Avery? What are you wearing.?” She asks as I cover my body with my blanket. “Is that a nightie?”

“No it’s not.” I start to panic. “What do you want?”

“I was gonna ask to borrow your charger, mine won’t work.” She replies before entering the room and shutting the door behind her. “So, why exactly are you hiding under the covers like that? She asks.

My grip tightened on the covers as I tried to think of an excuse. All of a sudden Aubrey decided to turn the light on to get a better look at me, causing me to cover my eyes with my arm as they were adjusted to the dark already.

This in turn caused the blanket to come off of me a little bit revaluing my pajamas to my sister. “It hadn’t even been a day and my cover was blown.” I thought, embarrassed.

uncomfortably under her gaze, desperately trying to think of something, anything, that could salvage the situation. “It’s just… it was hot in here, okay?” I stammered, my heart racing.

Aubrey raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “Hot enough to wear a nightie?” She stepped closer, curiosity mixing with a teasing smirk. “C’mon, Avery, this is a little more than just comfy pajamas.”

I groaned internally, wishing I could just disappear. “It’s just something I picked out for, uhh… when it’s a hot night.” I muttered, hoping my excuses would be enough to deflect her questioning. “It was just hot in here, you have to believe me.”

Aubrey crossed her arms, a teasing smile still playing on her lips. “Hot enough to wear a nightie? Seriously, Avery? This is, like, the least convincing excuse ever.”

I felt my cheeks flush as I tried to pull the blanket back over my shoulders. “Look, it’s just pajamas, okay? I just thought they were comfy.” My voice wavered, and I knew I sounded ridiculous.

She let out a laugh, shaking her head. “Comfy? You’re kidding, right? I mean, I guess I can see how you’d think that… but seriously, you look like you’re ready for a slumber party.”

I felt a wave of frustration wash over me. “It’s just pajamas, Aubrey! Can’t I wear what I want?” I snapped accidentally in a girly voice, causing my face to get more red than it already was.

“Whoa, chill! I’m just curious.” she replied, raising her hands in mock surrender. “But you’re not really making this easy. I mean, I want to be comfortable, but this is next-level.”

I shifted uncomfortably, my heart racing. “Look, I didn’t want to cause a scene. It’s just… it’s complicated.” I said, staring at the ground.

“Complicated how?” she pressed, her teasing tone shifting slightly to a more sincere one. “You can tell me, you know, I’m your sister.”

After taking a deep breath, I responded. “Okay, fine. It’s because I’m…” I hesitated, knowing I couldn't tell her I was a sissy. “I… uhh… I want to be…trans, okay? That’s why I wear this stuff. It makes me feel more me.

Her expression morphed from playful confusion to surprise. “Wait, really? You’re serious?”

“Yeah, I am.” I said quickly, my heart pounding as I realized how desperate I sounded. “I uhh… I…” I didn’t know what to say next and I was starting to get caught up in my own lies.

Aubrey blinked, caught off guard. “Wow. I didn’t know.” she said slowly. “So… you… you're a…uhh…girl?”

“Please don’t tell anyone, Aubrey.” I said, my voice shaky as she took a seat next to me on my bed.

“I promise, I… I won’t.” she replied softly, her eyes wide with a mix of concern and curiosity. “This is…just… a lot to take in. Why didn’t you say anything before?”

I don’t know. I just thought I could figure it out on my own first.” I replied, still a little nervous about the outcome of this conversation.

Aubrey studied me for a moment, her brow furrowing as she processed everything. “So, do you dress like this all the time, like at college?” She asks.

“Yeah, I uhh, I do.” I look into her eyes as she lets out a sincere smile.

“Wow, that’s really cool.” she said, her voice brightening. “I mean, I can’t say I totally understand it, but if it makes you happy, that’s what matters, right?”

I felt a wave of relief wash over me, though my heart still raced. “Yeah, it really does.” I replied, trying to convey just how much it meant to finally embrace this part of myself even if it wasn’t entirely true.

She nodded, her eyes shining with understanding. “That’s awesome! I wish I had that kind of confidence. You’re really brave, Avery, or uhh… you still go by Avery, right?.”

“Oh, uhh, Ava, it’s Ava now. Between us of course don’t let mom and dad know.

“Don’t worry I won’t, but if you keep the door unlocked like that, they’ll eventually find out.” Aubrey joked.

“Thanks, Aubrey. I wasn’t sure how you’d react.” I admitted, still a bit on edge. “I was worried you’d think I was weird or something.”

“Me? Think you’re weird?” She laughed, playfully shoving my shoulder. “Please, have you met our family? We’re all a little weird! But this? This is different. I think it’s incredible.”

I couldn’t help but smile at her words. “Do you really mean that?” I ask, as I finally dropped my blanket and stopped hiding.

“Heck yeah I do. Transgender… wow, I mean, I just never expected it. But now that I look at you in these pajamas, with your long hair, and your dainty body, and your small face. Omg, how did I not realize the moment you walked into the house earlier.” Aubrey replied, getting increasingly excited.

“Thanks for… uhh… understanding Aubrey, it means a lot.” I replied.

“Of course! You're my bro- my sister.” She lets out a glowing smile. “If you need anything just let me know.

“Thanks Aubrey, can I go to bed now?” I joke.

“Oh, uh, yeah, after I steal your charger.” She quickly says before taking it and running out of my room, trying my light off and closing the door on her way out.

I smartly decided to get up and lock the door before getting back in bed, before pondering on my thoughts for a bit. “Transgender? It doesn’t actually sound all that bad.” I smile to myself before drifting off into sleep.

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The next month went by fast as I adjusted to living as Ava full time (I still wrote Avery on schoolwork though). Emily of course planned for me to do the usual stuff like sex and blowjobs and what not. And throughout that whole time I was stressing over finals which came faster than expected. Since I was taking so many classes, (if you don’t remember) I would have to study a lot, and not having the weekends available made it hard.

Luckily enough I passed all of my finals, the lowest I got was a B- in math, but I wasn’t complaining, I was just happy to be done with school for a little bit. Of course that meant I would have to see my family again as they would want me again as I had seen them last around Christmas time. Brayden thankfully gave me some of his clothes to wear while I was visiting which were a little too big, but not too noticeable. I don't know why they felt so big, probably because I was so used to wearing female clothing now.

Emily ended up allowing me to visit my family since she agreed to not reveal my sissy double life to anyone I knew, so that meant I basically had free time to do whatever I wanted all summer. What I didn’t expect though, was how this was going to be the best summer of my life.

As I kissed Brayden a temporary goodbye, I left his car and entered the airport. My parents lived in New Jersey and my college was in Florida, so it would have been about a 17 hour drive without traffic, so a plane ticket was. I was wearing girl clothes and I had make-up on since after I landed I would have to get a hotel for the night as it would be really late when the plane landed, so I decided to just dress as myself.

I remember my seat being next to some little kid and his mom. The little boy was probably like 8 and was staring at me a lot. I eventually spoke up saying it was rude to stare in a joking manner and he turned red.

“Sorry, miss.” He blushed.

“Oh, uhh, it’s alright, I was just kidding.” I laughed.

The boy fidgeted in his seat, glancing at me with a mix of curiosity and embarrassment. Finally, after a moment, he spoke up, barely above a whisper. “You… you’re really pretty.”

I couldn’t help but smile, trying to keep a straight face. “Well, thank you! That’s very sweet of you to say.”

He turned an even deeper shade of red, shifting nervously in his seat. His mom stifled a laugh and nudged him. “What do you say?” she prompted.

“Uh… you’re welcome, miss.” he managed, his voice barely audible.

I chuckled, leaning a little closer so he could hear me over the hum of the plane. “So, do you say that to all the girls you meet on planes, or am I just special?” I teased lightly.

His eyes widened, and he shook his head fervently. “No! You’re… you’re just really pretty.” he repeated, as if he couldn’t quite believe he’d said it out loud.

“Well, you just made my day.” I replied with a grin. “I’ll have to tell my boyfriend that I’ve got some serious competition now.”

His mom covered her mouth, trying not to laugh, and the boy’s jaw dropped a little. “Oh, um… well, he’s probably lucky.” he stammered.

“Thanks, kiddo.” I said, with a friendly smile. As the plane took off, I leaned back, and stared out the window as the city shrunk beneath me. As I watched the buildings get smaller and smaller, I felt a gentle tap on my arm. The boy was leaning over, clearly eager to keep the conversation going.

“So… do you think you’ll marry him?” he asked sincerely, his wide eyes looking up at me, completely serious.

I chuckled, surprised by the question. “Wow, you don’t hold back, do you?” I teased. “Honestly, I’m not sure. But he’s really important to me.”

He nodded, thinking it over. “If he doesn’t marry you, he’s probably not very smart.” he blurted out, then immediately looked like he regretted saying it out loud.

I laughed, touched by his sincerity. “Well, thanks. I’ll be sure to remind him of that.” I responded.

He relaxed a little, seeming pleased with himself. “Good.” he said, crossing his arms like he’d settled something important.

I leaned back in my seat, watching as clouds drifted past the window, feeling unexpectedly lighter. There was something oddly comforting about his directness, the kind only kids seemed to have. As the flight went on, he eventually fell asleep, and as cute as it was, his head fell resting against my shoulder.

As the captain announced we would be landing soon, I gently nudged the little boy awake. “Hey, we’re almost there!” I said with a smile. He rubbed his eyes and smiled back. “Finally! I missed New Jersey.” He said, so innocently. The plane landed shortly after the announcement, as the lights turned on and it made its way to the exit gate. As I took my two bags from the overhead compartment, the little boy suddenly asked me if I needed help as we began exiting the plane.

“Sure you can carry one, they're pretty heavy.” I said, as his mom shot me a caring smile.

“Of course I can!” The kid blurted out, eager to help me.

I handed him my lighter bag and I could see the proudness on his face as he easily carried it off the plane for me. Once we were all off the plane, he handed me back the bag and his mom thanked me for my kindness.

I said one last goodbye to the boy as he walked away holding his moms hand, and I was overcome by his innocence and preciousness. After grabbing my suitcase from the baggage claim, I exited the airport.

I then shot Brayden a text that I landed before taking an uber to a nearby hotel and crashing there for the night. After changing out of my girl clothes into my pajamas, I went to bed after a long day, ready for summer break.

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Sorry for the long delay since my first post but I have managed to put together this update as promised. After making that first post my gf was initially mad but soon realised she could use it against me...

Link to previous post: https://www.reddit.com/r/ChastityStories/s/TDtRlHWKLF

First though I'll try and summarise everything that happened from between the events of my first post and me making the post, then I'll go into how things have spiraled out of control since then.

So with me now in chastity whenever I was not at work/uni or playing sports and my gfs seeing another guy every week (the original rule of only two per month went out the window very quickly) I found my self getting more and more frustrated. My gf would constantly send me pictures of her when she was with the other guys to make me jealous and she must have had a roster of about 4 different guys at this point. At this point if I wanted to fuck her she would only uncage me if I wore her underwear and she would tie me to the bed and ride me, still without letting me cum.

It was after about a month and a half of this with no cumming whatsoever that I decided to make my original post and things have well and truly spiraled out of control since then.

She was so mad at me for posting about our relationship and calling her a cheat to a bunch of strangers she immediately told me I'd now be in chastity pretty much permanently (except for sport where she would remove and put it back on before and after). She also decided that since I was okay with telling a load of strangers about it she was going to get her best friend round and show her all of the degrading photos she now had of me.

The Friday after the post my gf and her best friend went for a night out leaving me to sleep at hers for the night, I got various photos of her with different guys throughout the night but eventually decided to just go to sleep. Around 2am I was woken up by her arriving back home but to my shock a guy entered the room with her! To my horror she pulled the duvet off of me (I sleep naked except for my cage) and told me to get out of her room. I ran out into the hallway and the door was immediately slamed behind me and I had to spend the whole night trying to sleep naked and exposed on the sofa without even a blanket to cover myself, just listening to my gf getting railed by some other dude.

I woke up in the morning when he was leaving, pretty sure I heard him laughing on the way out. After that I ran straight back up stairs to ask my gf what the fuck that was all about but when I got in the room she was still naked on the bed (they had just been fuckjnh one last time before she left) and she pointed down at her fussy still oozing with his cum and I knew what she wanted me to do...

Since that day I have not been allowed to fuck her at all, and have been locked in chastity 90% of the time. She has continued sleeping with other guys and on more than one occasion has brought a guy back to my place and kicked me out to fuck them and then forced me to clean up after them again and again in the morning.

Yesterday she decided she wanted to take things even further with my punishment and actually told me to write this post, I have to respond to any questions asked and if someone local to us thinks they can show her a good time I have to put then in touch. As well as that as a punishment for my original posts if anyone is to ask for pictures of myself I have to verify and oblige them, she says this is in order to help fund my transformation into her chastity slave.

Day 128

Days since last full orgasm-> 100

Days since last caged ruined orgasm-> 50

Fifty days had passed since Brian had his last caged ruin. A hundred days since his last full orgasm. Brian was in a deeper sub state than ever before and he realized he could sink even lower. This fact never changed. There was always a lower sub state. But many other things had changed for worse for Brian.

For one, Jenna had sex with James every week and after a long steamy session sat on Brian's face to have him clean up the mess. This was the ONLY time Brian could eat her pussy. Otherwise it was always licking her asshole to pleasure her.

Brian never got any other kind of affection aside from relentless pegging from either Katlyn or Jenna which never resulted in him cumming because they'd always stop before he went over the edge. Something about saving such a luxury (that's what it was now) for special rewards.

Week after week of the same routine of chores, asslicking, cucking, pegging, and creampie cleanups had rendered Brian into a shell of his former self. He asked himself questions like "was he even a human at this point?" Or "did Jenna love him or just the idea of toying with him". Eventually even those questions vanished because his purpose was clear in life. The days went on and a special day came around.

Day 393

Days since last full orgasm -> 365

Days since last caged ruined orgasm-> 45

It had been a year since Jenna gave him his last orgasm. Over a month ago, Jenna granted him his rare ruined caged orgasms by just hitting his balls as a small reward for being so submissive and obedient.

"I have a surprise for you today," she said with a smile. She had come back from work and today was supposed to be the day she cucked him with James again.

Brian's heart raced but he forced himself to remain calm as he took off her boots and coat.

"Go upstairs and get naked and lay down. James isn't coming over tonight," she said.

Brian obeyed and realized after a whole year, he may get his first mind blowing orgasm. A full one. A reward for his service. He lay upstairs silently, naked, and spread eagle on the bed. Jenna showered before entering, naked. His cage twitched. She dried herself off before mounting Brian's face and having him lick her ass hole like normal.

"A whole year, huh?" she said with a laugh, tracing her nails across his balls. "This cock has not seen the light of day for a LOOONG time. Besides washing it, I mean. How long since you felt my hand wrap around it?"

Brian whimpered in response as he continued to lick.

Jenna cackled and he heard the key dangle from her hands. "Maybe it's time, huh?"

Brian almost screamed in joy.

"Time you felt my hand..." She unlocked him and he felt... liberated. His cock sprung forth and expanded immediately, basking in the glorious freshness of freedom. he moaned just from that alone and when Jenna trailed her finger along his cock he almost came right that instant. She knew it too as she felt him tense up and whimper. "Wow you really are a premie caged cuck. Just about the lowest low you can accomplish. Some men get this low, but they've got jobs, a life. friends, a future. Your future?" she giggled and gently placed her hand around his shaft, but didn't move. It felt glorious. Painfully glorious. His heart could burst from his chest with how euphoric and submissive he felt.

"Your future, little cucky, is in ruins. That's all. Today is a special day. A year. That's an accomplishment indeed. But I think to celebrate we need to establish yet again what established when we started this journey."

Brian waited to hear it. She drew it out and did not move her hand. His cock throbbed and ached and his mind bent in anticipation.

"That I am in charge. What I say goes, and you're just a bum," she said. "So who is more important between us?"

She lifted her ass up to let him speak and breathe. "You, my goddess."

She plopped back down and laughed . "And who is next in line?" she asked.

"Katlyn, goddess," said Brian.

"Good cucky," said Jenna. "And then?"

"...Me, goddess?"

She slapped his balls and let go of his cock. He yelped and whimpered and she clicked her tongue. "It's actually James. You don't really rank, you see. You're just...here." she began stroking again, slowly but surely and Brian felt his orgasm start to rise up. A glorious orgasm after so long. So much torment, humiliation, service, denial. teasing, and frustration. Finally to release and explode and feel the glow of an orgasm. A full orgasm!

he whimpered to let her know and she began speeding up her hand. Her hand glided so fast down his slick cock. It felt like the grip of paradise. He wished he could spend his entire life in this moment of pleasure. But he wanted the end. He wanted to the orgasm. And as he got closer...

Jenna slowed down... Of course she did. It was not going to be easy. She laughed at his body's dejected mannersim. He continued licking her ass. But he was so eager and desperate and she knew it. He'd already sweat himself to a dry mouth.

"Again!" she said as she began stroking him and getting him close to the edge. "Good things come to those who wait," she said, patronizingly. Then again she stopped and Brian almost lost it this time. Stress pulsed through him. he had to really clutch himself. He wondered if he wasaging from just the pure tension of not cumming but so deseprately WANTING to cum.

He was sobbing at this point as the third edge came quicker than anticipated. Brian groaned as he held it in and he only barely got it.

"Phew, you are a mess of sweat and precum, cucky," said Jenna. She began tracing his frenulum. "But I think it's time for your reward. Here's to one year since your uncaged. She stroked it at the perfect rate and the orgasm steadily rose. This was it. Brian's one moment of greatness. For a few short euphoric seconds Brian would be the luckiest man alive under his girfriend's butt getting a handjob to completion.

The orgasm metered up and just as he reached paradise, she let go and Brian felt... nothing. It hung for a agonizing seven seconds eager for attention before dribbling out in a thick mess of white. It dribbled and dribbled and made a large cascading fall of it his lost joy. Jenna had been laughing, but Brian just lay there under his girlfriend's ass hole numb and horny.

"Hope you enjoyed that!" she said. "An uncaged ruin!" She clapped. "Such a big day. Next year you might get another! Unless I decide to donate it to James as a gift."

After a few hazy minutes, the cage was back on and Jenna ordered Brian to shower. Morning came so suddenly and Brian accepted his fate at that point.

THE END

Author's Note: I wanted to just end this for now since this is pretty much the worse it can get for Brian. I have a few ideas of what I would do moving forward, like an interview format almost where someone curious (and scared) about this lifestyle asks Jenna how it is and any details regarding locked duration, years since last whatever. I think dialogue is a good way to get that kink across well and it's faster to write than full blown narration.

Tommy had spent an obscene amount on his newest chastity cage, but as he held the box he already knew it was worth it. The quality of the packaging alone was impressive, even though he was yet to set eyes upon the real thing he felt the price was justified. He excitedly speed read the short snappy highlights spread around the box.

‘The best CyberCage!’

‘Extremely durable, completely inescapable’

‘Incredible comfort! Built for long term use’

‘Easy cleaning’

‘100% App Controlled’

There were so many more but he had seen enough, he was itching and couldn’t wait a second longer. He ripped the box apart and there it was the ‘CyberCage’! It looked brilliant. A custom size to guarantee a perfect fit. The measurements provided to the manufacturer by Tommy himself. It was light, it was strong and it was exactly what he wanted.

Wearing it felt right. It was a presence he’d grown accustomed to, although this immaculately designed product felt different than all of his previous cages. It felt superior. The feeling of being so aroused but denied any pleasure drove him wild.

After spending some time appreciating the cage and simply enjoying the sensation he loaded up the app. It was time to take the next step. Locking it. Tommy tapped in the activation code and the first thing that popped up was Initial duration. Tommy breathed deeply, the cage whirring as it locked. Success.

He was grateful that the app forced him to lock the cage straight away. It stopped him dwelling and delaying. Now he could navigate the app freely. He decided to have the app installed on a secret second phone. Wanting to hide this side of him. He’d often have people holding his phone or looking over his shoulder, it was a risk he didn’t want to take. Or need to. An old second hand phone didn’t break the bank, so Tommy saw no reason to use his normal phone.

Tommy jumped between the different pages, exploring all the different parts of the app. Having already sentenced himself to a full day locked, he avoided adding more for now. He felt a day was adequate. Not too short and not too long that he’d regret it. It allowed him to experience the new prison. Tommy read an interesting tab, ‘Assign control’. Tommy was curious and didn’t hesitate to enter.

‘Please wait whilst Syncing contacts’

Tommy now understood what the heading meant. This was a feature he had no intention of using. He didn’t have a partner or a mistress, and he didn’t want either. His heart started beating at faster rate. Fearing a potentially embarrassing mistake he panicked and frantically tried to cancel by tapping, pressing and flicking the screen.

The contacts successfully synced whilst Tommy was still attacking his screen, causing him to accidentally tap something else. He was thrown to a different screen. He was unsure on what he selected and what was happening. He was looking at his own puzzled reflection on the black loading screen.

‘Congratulations! You’ve completed the first step in relinquishing control! An activation code has been sent to the selected mobile phone number.’

“Oh shit” Tommy rather loudly let his shock out.

After taking a second to calm down he exited the message and tried to work out what he had just done. He searched for an option to cancel. The app took him back to the previous page. As he suspected it was a list of the contacts. There was no sign that any of them had been selected.

Having no idea how to stop the process he decided to take the cage off. He flicked back to the ‘Duration’ page. To his horror it was greyed out behind a padlock. He tapped it anyway.

‘This page can only be accessed by the CyberCage owner’

As far as Tommy was concerned he was the owner. He had put himself into a potentially humiliating situation.

From his understanding, someone on his contacts had just been sent a text message from CyberCage. A message which provides a link to the app and an activation code that if entered correctly would tell the user Tommy is locked in chastity. The worst part being that it would enable 100% control over Tommys cage.

Tommy scrolled through his phones contact list. Seeing who the potential recipients were.

Auntie Jo

Auntie Kim

Brad (Tommy’s best friend)

Dad

Jake (another friend)

Mum

Sarah (his sister)

Uncle

Tommy’s hand was shaking, he tried to compose himself but was unable to stop. He desperately prayed that the recipient would just ignore the unusual message, which would eventually allow him to regain control of his cage. He was slightly calmed down by telling himself any of those people would probably ignore the message. Surely suspecting it to be a scam link or something. However, If they didn’t ignore it, they’d be guided to an app which would expose his secret. Depending on who he had selected, the awkwardness and embarrassment could vary.

Several minutes had already passed and Tommy was shocked at how anxious he was. All his enjoyment was gone. Chastity was something he kept to himself and he didn’t want that to change. Especially with anyone on his contacts. He pathetically tugged at his cage. Ultimately he had already accepted that his fate was out of his hands. He sat on his bed, in silence, nervously waiting for something to happen. Cursing the app’s creators for making this situation impossible to reverse.

After browsing forums Tommy found out how long the activation code takes to expire. It was the same amount of time as the cage had left till unlock. Tommy had to wait an entire day to escape this nightmare.

(I’m yet to decide on the recipient, let me know who you want it to be)

Before continuing with the story, I want to apologize for forgetting to post the chapters here. The next chapters are already published on Wattpad, but I’ll be posting them here over the next few days as well.

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Jess smiled warmly at Oliver. "I'm glad you're staying for the night." She said. "But first, we need to set some things up."

She reached for the collar resting on her dresser, holding it up for him to see. "This is an important symbol of our new dynamic. It's how we'll begin to define our relationship."

Jess approached him with the collar dangling between her fingers. "Let's get you properly collared." She said. "And while we're at it, I think it's time for both of us to get a little more comfortable."

With a confident smile, she gestured for him to undress. "Go on, strip down. Clothes aren't necessary anymore."

Oliver complied, letting his clothes drop to the floor until he stood before her, bare and exposed.

"Perfect!" She murmured, taking the collar and moving closer. "Now, let's make this official." She gently fastened the collar around his neck, securing it with a click that sent a thrill down his spine.

"Welcome to our new life, Oliver." She said. "It's going to be amazing."

As she started to undress herself, the atmosphere shifted. The tension in the room heightened as Jess peeled off her clothing, revealing her curves. "We both deserve to feel free tonight." She said, her eyes locking onto his with an intensity that made his heart race.

Jess's playful smile widened as she retrieved a sleek leash. "Now for the fun part," she said and she attached the leash to the collar around Oliver's neck, giving it a gentle tug. "This is how you'll learn to follow my lead, pet."

"On your knees," she commanded, her tone leaving no room for negotiation. Oliver felt a rush of excitement and submission wash over him as he obeyed, sinking to the floor before her. The position felt strange yet exhilarating, a sense of freedom mixed with vulnerability enveloping him.

Jess crouched down to his level, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Good boy," she praised, stroking his hair affectionately. "From now on, you'll be my obedient little pet. I expect you to listen to me and behave."

Oliver couldn't help but feel a thrill at the new dynamic, the leash in Jess's hand acting as a constant reminder of his place. He looked up at her, eager to please and fully immersed in the moment.

"Now, let's see how well you can take direction," Jess said, her voice dripping with playful authority. She gently tugged on the leash, guiding him around the room. "Follow me, and remember to stay close. Pets need to be well-trained, after all."

Jess looked down at Oliver as she tugged gently on the leash. "You're doing a good job, pet," she praised with an encouraging voice. "And you know what? Good job pays well."

He felt a swell of pride at her words, eager to continue proving himself. "Now, let's work on a few commands," she instructed, guiding him to practice sitting, staying, and even rolling over. After several rounds of practice, Jess stepped back. "You've been such a good boy tonight, Oliver," she said, moving closer once more. "I think you've earned a little reward."

She leaned down, capturing his lips in a soft, lingering kiss. It felt electric, igniting a warmth within him that spread through his entire being. He kissed her back, feeling a rush of affection and desire as he savored the moment.

Breaking the kiss, she smiled down at him, a satisfied glimmer in her eyes. "See? Good behavior has its perks," she teased, running her fingers through his hair.

"But don't get too comfortable!" she shouted playfully. "You know, all this situation is just making me so horny, and that's something you can help me with." She sat down on the bead and spreaded her legs invitingly. "Come help me with it!" she commanded, tugging on the leash to pull him closer. "Start sucking!"

Before start sucking her, Oliver took a moment to admire her perfect body. All this situation was making him throb in his chastity cage as he had never done. Then, he took a breath and started doing his job. He tried his best, and listening to her moans and screams encouraged him. Finally, he managed to gave her an orgasm. Once he noticed she had it, he tried to get up to rest, but Jess took his head and placed it again on her pussy.

"Who said you could stop?" she asked.

After a few more orgams, he was extremely tired, but Jess finally decided it was enough.

"It's okay, you can stop." She said, giving him a tug on the leash to make him stand up. Once he was up, she took his chastity cage in her hands and inspected it. "Look at it, desperately trying to escape its prison." she remarked, playfully manipulating the cage between her boobs.

The sight of her playing with her perfect breasts while he was confined in his cage made him squirm uncontrollably. He needed to cum so badly. "Can you...?" Oliver asked innocently.

"Unlock you?" Jess interjected, finishing his thought. "Obviously not. You're going to have to work harder for that," she teased. "Well, it's getting late, and we have to work tomorrow, so I think it's time for bed." She began to remove the leash and collar. "I'll unlock this for tonight so you can sleep well."

Without saying anything more, she climbed into bed. "Come here! We don't need clothes to sleep." she said, pointing to the other side of the bed.

Once he got into bed and tried to get as comfortable as possible given his situation, she moved closer to Oliver and gave him a kiss. "Good night!" she finally said.

"Good night!" Oliver replied.

Then she turned and positioned herself against him, making sure there was no space to avoid the cage pressing against her bare ass.

Despite the swirling thoughts in his mind about Jess and his new life, he found himself drifting off to sleep. The rhythmic sound of her breathing beside him lulled him into a deep slumber, and soon he was lost in dreams, leaving behind the chaos.

The next morning, Oliver awoke to the gentle light filtering through the curtains. He rubbed his eyes and stretched, feeling the remnants of sleep still clinging to him. As he glanced around, he realized Jess was no longer in bed. The sheets were warm where she had been, but the space next to him was empty.

A soft sound caught his attention—water running in the bathroom. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the soothing sound wash over him. "She must be taking a shower", he thought.

Deciding to stay in bed a little longer, he sank back into the pillows, allowing his mind to wander. Images of last night flickered through his thoughts: Jess's teasing smile, her pussy, the way she had kissed him goodnight. Each memory sent a rush of warmth through him, but the cage still reminded him of his predicament, a constant reminder of what he was now.

Time slipped by as he lay there, caught between the comfort of sleep and the reality waiting for him outside the warmth of the covers. Eventually, he began to hear the water turn off, and he opened his eyes again.

Moments later, the bathroom door opened, and Jess stepped out with a towel wrapped securely around her body. Water droplets glistened on her skin, and her hair was damp and tousled, framing her face perfectly. She paused mid-step, her eyes widening in surprise as she caught sight of Oliver awake in bed.

"Oh! I didn't expect you to be up yet." she said, her cheeks flushing slightly. The towel hugged her figure in a way that made his heart race, and he couldn't help but admire the sight before him.

"I woke up a little while ago," he replied, propping himself up on one elbow. "I figured I'd wait for you to finish your shower."

Jess smiled, her expression brightening. "Well, now that you're awake, you should definitely take a shower too. You really need it." she suggested, moving closer to the bed.

Oliver nodded.

"I've already laid out your clothes in the bathroom for you." she said. "Just hop in and get ready. We have a busy day ahead."

"Thanks," he replied, grateful for her thoughtfulness.

Jess took a step back, her towel shifting slightly, drawing his gaze for a fleeting moment. "I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything," she said, giving him a playful grin before heading towards the doorway.

He made his way to the bathroom. The warmth of the water still lingered in the air, and he could hear the faint sounds of her moving around in the kitchen.

With a quick shower, he rinsed off the remnants of sleep and gathered his thoughts. He couldn't shake the excitement building inside him as he thought about the day ahead.

After drying off, he grabbed the clothes she had prepared for him. They were the same clothes he had worn the day before. However, when he searched for his underwear, he only found a pair of panties instead of his boxers. He picked them up and wrapped a towel around himself as he made his way to the kitchen.

"What's this?" he asked Jess, holding up the panties.

She turned around from the stove, a playful smile spreading across her face as she saw what he was holding. "Oh, those! Your boxers were dirty, so I tossed them in the laundry," she explained casually. "I didn't have any extra boxers to give you, so you'll just have to wear those today."

Oliver blinked in surprise, his cheeks flushing slightly. "You expect me to wear your panties?" he replied, trying to keep his tone light despite the mix of embarrassment and amusement.

Jess shrugged, her smile widening. "Why not? They'll fit fine, and no one will notice it. Plus, they're cute!" she teased, raising an eyebrow at him.

He looked at the pair of panties in his hand, then back at her. "I guess it's better than going commando," he said, a reluctant grin forming on his lips.

"Exactly! And who knows, it might be fun," she said, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Now hurry up and get dressed. Breakfast is almost ready, and I'm not waiting for you forever!"

With a resigned chuckle, Oliver shook his head but couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the situation. He stepped back into the bathroom, realizing he might as well embrace the day's unexpected twists.

Once he was dressed, he took a moment to look at himself in the mirror. The towel was gone, and he felt oddly liberated in the cute panties under his clothes. With a deep breath, he walked back into the kitchen, ready to join Jess for breakfast.

As Oliver stepped back into the kitchen, he found Jess setting the table with a spread of breakfast items: scrambled eggs, toast, and fresh fruit. The smell wafting through the air made his stomach growl, reminding him how hungry he was.

"Finally! I thought you were going to take all day," Jess teased, looking over her shoulder at him. 

"Sorry, I had a bit of a wardrobe malfunction," he replied, gesturing to the panties beneath his clothes with a wry smile.

Jess laughed, a warm sound that filled the kitchen. "Well, now that you're here, are you going to give me my morning kiss, or are you going to make me wait for that too?"

Oliver raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "A morning kiss? I didn't realize that was part of the breakfast routine."

She stepped closer, her expression playful yet sincere. "It is now. Come on, don't make me beg," she said, tilting her head slightly, her lips curling into a coy smile.

He chuckled, unable to resist her charm. Leaning in, he pressed a soft kiss against her lips, feeling the warmth of her body against his. Jess smiled against him.

"Much better," she said, pulling away slightly but lingering close. "Now, let's eat before it gets cold."

They both took their seats at the small kitchen table, the casual intimacy of the moment wrapping around them like a warm blanket. As they dug into the breakfast, Jess filled the air with light conversation, sharing stories from her childhood that made him laugh and feel more at ease.

After a few bites, Jess leaned back in her chair, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know, it's funny how we ended up here. Who would have thought that a bet about fitting into a chastity cage would lead to this?"

Oliver chuckled, shaking his head. "I still can't believe I went along with it. I thought for sure I wouldn't fit." He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. "But here we are, and you've got me locked up like your personal assistant."

Jess smirked, the teasing light in her eyes returning. "You did fit, and you've been a great assistant so far. I can't complain!" She leaned in closer, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. "You've even made my work a lot more interesting."

"Glad to be of service," he replied with a smirk.

As they finished their breakfast, Oliver helped Jess clear the table. The dishes clinked softly, punctuating the ease of their conversation. They shared little jokes and anecdotes, each moment amplifying the chemistry that had developed between them.

Once the dishes were done, Jess glanced at the clock on the wall. "Okay, we should get going, we need to open the shop."

John woke up on a beach, the warm sun caressing his face. He blinked, disorientated, trying to piece together his fragmented memories. The last thing he remembered was being on board his boat, sailing alone across the ocean. But now he was lying on the sand, his body aching and his mind confused.

Slowly getting to his feet, he glanced around, realising that he was on an unknown island. The beach was lined with palm trees that gently danced in the sea breeze, and the sparkling turquoise water was inviting for a swim. But what really caught his attention was the group of women who had gathered not far from him.

They were all young and beautiful, and looked at him with obvious curiosity. Their tanned, sculpted bodies were barely covered by light clothing, leaving little to the imagination. John felt his heart quicken and a strange sensation come over him, a mixture of excitement and fear.

One of them, a woman with ebony-black hair and piercing eyes, a divine body with round firm breasts and a small ass, stepped towards him. She had a charismatic presence, and John felt her power even before she spoke.

"Looks like we have a new pet," one of them says, a smirk playing on her lips as she looked at me with beautiful green eyes.

‘Welcome to our island’ she said with an enigmatic smile. ‘I am Eve, and we will take care of you.’

John was puzzled. who were these women? Before he could ask a question, Eve continued, her soft voice contrasting with the words she was speaking.

‘You are now our guest, and you will discover a new world of pleasure and submission. You can't say no to us, only obedience will make us go easy on you.’

John opened his mouth to protest, but Eve held up her hand, silencing him.

‘Don't worry, you're going to love this. But first, we need to get you ready.’

The other women approached, their hungry gazes fixed on him. John felt a hand slip around his waist, gently pulling him towards the group. He realised he was naked, his body exposed to their scrutinising eyes.

John gasped, a mixture of shame and excitement washing over him.

The women made him kneel down, his head bowed in submission. Eve crouched in front of him, her face inches from his.

‘You're ours now, John. And we're going to show you how delicious submission can be.’

The next sensation was the firm pressure of a leather ball gag being forced between his teeth. The world grew muffled, his protests reduced to unintelligible mumbles as Eve secured the gag with a lock. The humiliation of his situation made his cock grow hard and precum began to leak as he tried to move.

The beautiful women then took a rope and tied John's wrists and ankles and put him on his feet again. "You will learn to obey us," a voice whispered in his ear.

As the others watched with gleaming eyes, she took a very small metal device that looked like a medieval torture device. John's heart hammered in his chest, the gag muffling his gasps as she approached his erection with it. The cold metal pressed against the sensitive skin of his shaft, sending shockwaves of sensation through him. She quickly secured the chastity cage around his cock, locking it into place with a click.

At that moment, he knew he would their slave. Little did he knew it would be for a very long time.

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“I just really don’t know what’s gotten into you,” My boss said as she looked through her notes, “Errors.  Missed days.  This has been a really spotty week, Arthur.”

I sat in the chair of the tiny office, unable to meet my boss’ gaze.  I could feel her intense gaze boring holes in me through her glasses.  Her face was framed by brunette bangs and she always had an austere look on her face like she was disappointed in you.  Today, she actually was.

“I’m serious, I know it’s only been a week but this is a mess!  And after I gave you a warning too.”

“I’m so sorry, Kristin,” I said, “I’ve been in a really weird headspace.  I’ll try harder, I promise.”

“I know you will.  But I need to discipline you for this.  We’re going to bring you t.  We’re going to get you retrained.  I’ve already called her in.

“Retrained?  I don’t think that’s necessary.”

Cass knocked on the door and came in, “Are you two ready for me?”

“Here she is!  Cass has been absolutely killing it.  Just staying on top of her side work and making sure her customers are being taken care of.”

“Aww shucks.”

I couldn’t help but feel jealous.  The reason Cass had time to take care of the customers was because I had started doing her sidework.  She mentioned it helped make her more money and I couldn’t refuse.

Cass stood in the middle of the cramped office for a second too long. She looked at me, smiling but impatient, “Artie, up.  I need the seat.”

I stood up, following her orders out of instinct,  Kristen stared with her mouth wide open.  I let out a meek laugh and moved for Cass to sit her perfect ass on.

“See?” Kirsten said, “Not just a good server but also taking charge.  I really think you could become manager soon,” Then she looked at me and said, “Before this week I thought the same of you.”

“Thank you, Kirsten,” Cass said, “But I think you have it wrong. Artie does better in a more servile role.  Isn’t that right, Artie?” Kirsten and Cass both looked at me awaiting my answer.  I stammered.  Cass put her finger up and I stopped talking, “It’s okay.  Right here, Artie.” She pointed at the ground right in front of her.  I knew what she wanted, the same as what happened in her room.  I was unable to resist, I got down on my knees in the spot she pointed at.

“Now, tell Ms. Wilcox that you’re better equipped for a more submissive role.  Don’t worry.  We won’t judge you.  This is about finding the position that’s best for you.”

“I’m… more equipped for a servile role.” I said.

“Fascinating.  Cass, you really have a hand for leadership.  I’m going to put your name into corporate.  As for you, ‘Artie,’ I want you to follow Cass around today, make sure you listen to her and I better not hear her complain about you.” She wagged her finger, “Although it sounds like this will come easily.”

“Yep!” Cass said, “Artie, follow me.”

Like a dog, I got up and followed her. Right before Cass left the door she stopped and said, “Thank Ms. Wilcox for the new position.”

“Thank you, Ms. Wilcox.” I said, as if in a trance.”

“You’re welcome, Artie.”

Cass stepped outside the office with me into the kitchen.  I couldn’t believe what just happened.  Cass ordered me to kneel in front of my female boss and I just… did it.  If Kristen had any respect for me before, it was completely gone now.  Especially with Cass making me admit I wasn’t fit for a promotion.

Cass walked me to the employee restrooms, “Look, you took a little bit to submit to me back there.  I don’t want you getting in trouble with Kristin.  Open your hand, I have something for you that should help.”

Oh, god, no.  I opened my hand and Cass placed the new chastity cage she had ordered in my hand.  It was metal, had a cage for my nuts and was the correct size.  Extra small.

“Don’t give me that look, mister!” Cass said, “I’m looking out for you.  This helps you listen to me easier.  Come on! Let’s put this on you in the bathroom.”

My face went pale, “you’re… going to put it on me?” I asked.

“I might as well,” Cass said, “I’ll have to check it anyway.”

We both went into the single bathroom and Cass locked the door behind her.  She grabbed my pants and pulled them down, along with my underwear.  This was the first time she had seen my unobstructed penis.

“Awww,” Cass said as she flicked it, “What a cute little guy.  I’m pretty sure you and Leo are, like, the two sides of the spectrum for dick sizes!” Then she grabbed the small cage and took my penis in between her two fingers.  My dick quickly got hard, “Oh my gosh, Artie,” She said, “You’re such a little horndog.  Hold on.”  Then Cass reached behind me with her hand and opened the door to the single bathroom.  I looked back, shocked.  My pants and underwear were around my ankles so everybody could see my bare ass if they walked by.  Zooey passed, having used the other bathroom.

“Zooey!”  Cass yelled to her.  Zooey stopped and turned around, staring at me with my pants around my ankles and Cass in front of me, “Hey, you two.” She said amused.

“Could you grab a cup with ice in it?  I’m trying to put Artie’s little dick in his new cage but he’s too hard!”

Zooey turned her head back and laughed, “Sure.”  She went and got a cup with ice and then waltzed into the restroom, closing the door behind her.

“Do you really have to be here for this?” I asked nervously.

“No,” Zooey said as placed the cup of ice under my dick, “Damn, that is the smallest dick I’ve ever seen!”  She said.

I blushed.

“Oh my gosh, really?!”  Cass said, “But you’ve seen so many!”

“Yep,” Zooey said as she flicked my little dick, “Sooo many.”

Just as I was about to protest, I felt the icy chill of Zooey pushing my dick into the ice.  I hissed as my dick deflated in size.  Upon seeing my flaccid penis, Zooey and Cass both exchanged a glance and giggled between themselves.

Cass took my penis in her two fingers and placed it in the device.  She locked it and gave it that same familiar tug to make sure it was one, “See?  Much better fit.” Then she looked up at Zooey and said, “The one you suggested was too big.”

Zooey let out a chortle, knowing she was the one who suggested a ‘small’ size.   Cass grabbed my underwear and held it up, “Come one!”  She said in a chipper voice like she was coaxing a child.  I stepped in and she pulled up my boxers.

“Hmm, men’s underwear,” She said, as if to herself, “You have such a hot ass, I should get you in something different.”

“Different from men’s underwear?” I asked.

“Pull up your pants, Artie,” Cass said, “You’re going to do everything I say.  If you look bad then I look bad. And if I look bad, you’re in **big** trouble, mister.” And with that she gave me a playful spank on the ass.  I blushed again and stammered, trying to explain how I would be the perfect worker.

I worked the remainder of my shift to near perfection.  Everytime I thought about disobeying or even thinking for myself, I’d look at Cass.  Any part of her perfect body.  Her tits, her ass, her thighs pressed against her dress pants, I would double over in pain.  My dick would expand in its properly sized cage and I would wince in agony.  And then there was the thought of hurting her.  Of erasing her smile.  No, that was not what I was here to do.  The one mistake I made was dropping the food off at the wrong table. It was an appetizer so it was no big deal.

We finished our work shift and Kristin called us back into her office.  

Cass pointed at the same spot again, “Here.”

I did as asked but hoped to remain standing.  I saw Cass and Kristin’s impatient glances and fell to my knees.  They smiled and Kristin said to Cass, “Wow.  A perfect shift.  I really should have brought you in earlier.  He ran an almost perfect shift!”

It was weird.  It was like she was giving a compliment meant for me to Cass.  Kristin finally looked at me and said, “Well? Aren’t you going to thank your trainer for all the help?”

I said to Cass, “O-of course! Thank you so much, Mi…” I swallowed the frog in my throat, “Miss Cass.  I appreciate the help.”

“Of course, Artie!”

“Wow.  I’ve never seen a man so submissive.  I’m going to put your name in for manager.”

“It’s easy once you know the tricks. Besides, I knew Artie was a great server!  I hire him to serve some of my parties.  Oh my gosh! You should totally come to the next one!”

Kristin looked surprised but said, “I’d love to!”

Oh god.  Would my boss really be at the next party I’d have to serve at?  I would look even more pathetic than I already did.  I felt a pang of terror in my stomach as I thought about my boss seeing me clean up wine while a table of women laughed at me.  Cass needed to use the restroom so I walked aimlessly to the lockers as I collected my backpack.

“Oh, hey, Arthur!” I saw Constance standing  in front of me, her tiny stature causing her to look up at me. 

“Hey, Constance,” I said, kind of beat.

“How are you?” Constance asked.

“Ugh, kinda beat,” I said.

“Oh, right.  Cass mentioned the demotion on the groupchat.”

“I… didn’t get demoted. Wait, did she send that in your friend groupchat or the work groupchat?”

Constance waved her arms as she opened her buttons and put on a cream colored sweater, “That’s not what I wanted to talk to you about.  I was wondering if you’d think Cass could let me have you this Wednesday.  I’m having some of my cousins from Korea over and they’ve… heard about you.  Do you think she won’t need you that day?”

  What did Constance mean when she said they’d heard about me?  Did they just hear that I was a good server?  Either way, what did me working for Constance on Wednesday have to do with Cass?

“I can make myself available on Wednesday if you want to hire me.  I’m not sure what Cass has to do with it.”

“Oh, it’s just a respect thing.  Like… obviously Cass would be okay with it, I just want to run it by her.”

Then Cass showed up from the bathroom, “What’s up?”

“Can I borrow Arthur on Wednesday?  Or do you need him that day?”

“Not at all!” Cass said, “Take him. What’s mine is yours.  Thanks for checking in with me.  Oh, and gather the girls and meet me in the parking lot by my car!”

“Okay, bye, Cass.  See you Wednesday, Arthur!” Constance said it so cheerily.  Like she didn’t just treat me like a prop.

“Arthur,” Cass said, “Can we talk?” “Yeah, what’s up?”

“You did such a good job.  I know it must have been hard having your cage around your little thingy and you really knocked it out of the park.  So I want to give you a reward like last time.  Okay?”

“Yes!” I said, “Please!”

“Good.  Okay, we’re still in public so it’ll have to be discreet,” She had her work uniform unbuttoned.  She pulled her tank top to just above her nipple so a lot of her breast was showing, “A quick one.  Right here.” I leaned in and gave her a peck on the breast.  I winced again as the pain shot through my groin but I didn’t care.  I needed to kiss her at that moment.

“Thank you, Miss Cass,” I said.

“Of course! Now we have to deal with the eensy little problem of your mistake.”

“My… mistake?”

“The appetizer, silly!  Come on!  To the parking lot.”

She took me to the parking lot and all her friends from the party were waiting by Cass’ car.  It was tucked far off in the corner of the parking lot.

“Uhm,” I wanted to protest, “Kristin said it was no big deal…”

“Right.  And *I’m* holding you to a higher standard.  Because I care about you!  Pants down.”

“What?” I asked.

Cass leaned in, undid my pants and dropped them.  Zooey pulled out one of the chairs that normally stayed in the alley for breaks.  Cass sat on the chair and beckoned me over on her lap.

I was so nervous, looking at her face I could tell she meant it.  She had a smile on her face like she was just running any old errand.  I saw all the ladies of lunch smiling at me, wondering if I was actually going to do what she said.

“Underwear too, big guy.” Zooey chided.

Cass kept her cheery disposition and just said, “It’ll be over before you know it.”

“Someone might see,” I said.

“Don’t worry.  I know how guys have their fragile male egos.  We’re hidden in the corner.”

I let out a breath and dropped my pants, covering my small junk to maintain some of my dignity.  Cass tapped her lap and I bent over it.

“I want you to count after every one.  Okay?”

“Oka- AHhh!” She had surprised me with one, “One.” Spank! “Two.  Eeeh.”

Spank!

“ThreEEe.”

Spank!

“Fourrrr, ahh!”

All the girls giggled as they watched me get punished.  I felt a redness in both sets of cheeks and my cage welled up.

“One more. This one’s going to be really hard!  I want you to thank me after.”

I held my breath and gritted.  I waited and right as I let my breath out, Cass spanked me the hardest yet.

“AHHh!”

“Quit bugging him.” I heard a calm voice approach.  I looked up and saw Leo.  Leo and Cass kissed over my head as I laid across her lap, my ass hanging in the air.

“Five.  Thank you, Leo.” I said, catching my breath.

“Ugh, and to think I was vouching for you, bro.  You forgot to call me by my proper title.  Spank him one more time, baby.”

Cass spanked me one last time.  The pain caused my whole body to clench as the shock of the spank ran through me.

“Six.”

“Good boy.  Now you’ll think twice before making another mistake.”

Cass let me roll off her lap and put my underwear on.  The girls stuck around and chatted about a big party coming up.  Leo and Cass left in the same car.  Cass was so into Leo being there she forgot to say ‘bye.’ 

As I picked up my pants.  I saw three texts from a number I didn’t know.

“Bitch boy.”

“Come pick me up.  I’m drunk.”

“NOW.”

Link to Part 17

How She Became My Roommate, Then My Girlfriend, Then My Domme Reboot - Part 17 :

We’ve met up with Dawn and Jake on another group hike.  We’re not sure how to play things with him.  Does he know about us at all?  Does he know anything about how Dawn sometimes plays with me?  Does he know about Dawn’s relationship with Annie?  Does he know about Dawn’s poker tournaments?

Dawn does her normal flitting around the group, sometimes with Jake, sometimes without him.  When he’s nearby we talk with him but it’s just generalities about the hike.

At the end of the hike, Dawn calls us over.  She walks us away from the rest of the crowd.  She’s wearing a ¼ zip top.  She’s pulled down the zip displaying a key on a chain.  Jake turns beet red.  Well, more scarlet than beet.  Annie looks at him and says “that’s okay” and unzips her ¼ zip top to reveal my key on a chain. 

“Ahhh,” Jake says looking at me, “you must be the computer guy,” and then turns to look at Annie and says “and you must be Dawn’s special female friend.”  Dawn says “GOOD, this is exactly what I wanted – for Jake to know who you guys are and for you guys to know that Jake has some idea of what’s going on.”  Looking at us she adds ”I’ve seen that you two have been holding back because you’re unsure of where things stand between Jake and me.”

Long story short – yes she has Jake in chastity.  Jake being very new to things is uncomfortable with the idea of Dawn playing with another man, so maybe she won’t be getting to torture me for a while.  “BUT,” she says to Jake, “once I really start in on you (last night was just a taste), you’re going to wish I was torturing him instead of you.”  Jake bravely says “if that’s what you mean by torture, then please, oh please throw me in the briar patch.”  Dawn loves it.  As for the briar patch – IYKYK.

Dawn does say that Jake is much more comfortable with her spending special time with Annie.

And with that done, Dawn says “let’s all go to the pub for lunch”.

We have a good time at lunch.  Jake is an interesting guy.  Occasionally he looks like a deer caught in the headlights when Dawn talks about chastity and teasing.  I’m worried that somewhere deep in him he’s going to resent the fact that I’ve been pretty intimate with his lady, but he’s showing no sign of it.  In fact, towards the end of lunch he starts telling me that he’s on the Board of Directors of a specialty recycling company.  The software they’re using for running the operation is just not doing the job for them and he’s wondering if I might be able to help them.  I agree to meet with him and some of their executives the next day.  Over time, it will turn out to be a very profitable relationship for me, and one that will greatly aid them in their mission.  In fact, over time I will wind up working not just for Jake’s company but also for two of Jake’s three adult children.

We will never have any play dates with Dawn and Jake, and Dawn will never torture me again (although she loves giving Annie suggestions), but we become very good friends with Dawn and Jake as a couple.

It’s time for my return engagement for Handjob 101.  Today’s topic will be vibrators and other toys.

The performers have each brought a few of their friends to see me in the cage.  So there I am, naked except for the cage on display in front of a bunch of college women (all over 18 yrs old).  The initial gasps, laughter, and comments from the friends just arouses me without me feeling humiliated.  Is this some sort of behavior conditioning?  Or is it because I know that every one of these women is enrolled at an evangelical college and is being corrupted in a way that I fully approve of?

One of the women (a friend, not a performer) stands next to me and makes a loser sign with her hand.  Both Mistress AND Paula get up in her face real fast and real hard, telling her what a wonderful and strong man I am.  That they’ll match me against anyone when it comes to being a true man and taking care of his lover.  The woman who made the comment is smart enough to apologize, saying that she had seen that in a porn video and thought it was considered appropriate.  Mistress thanks her and explains that it may be true for some men, but not all.  “Understand,” she says, “he’s mine, and I don’t associate with losers!!”

They do this part of the training the same way they did the first part.  Mistress or Paula gives some training on the use of each type of vibrator, and then the performers get to practice on me individually with Mistress and Paula watching them carefully and correcting them.  I had never really thought about it, but each type of vibrator and attachment has a specific best use – both in terms of how it’s applied and where it’s applied.  And each one can be used in such a way as to keep the guy aroused without enabling him to come.  Mistress and Paula are very careful to make sure that each performer is learning to use each vibrator in a way that maximizes the arousal and frustration, and again making sure that the performers are learning to judge how close a guy is to coming in order to slow their roll and prevent it.

Again I’m drooling.  I’m running out of pre-cum.  I have a horrible case of blue balls.  I can’t think.  I have no idea where I am.  I’m deep deep deep in sub-space.  I just want to come.  I need to come.  I don’t even realize it, but apparently I’m just begging non-stop.  Paula gags me.

And then it just ends.  They’re not going to give me any sort of release, not even a ruined orgasm.  When I’m untied and allowed to stand, Mistress and Paula have to hold me upright.  My body keeps trying to curve over into a fetal position from the pain of the blue balls.  The performers and their friends think this is even funnier than seeing me in the cage.  And that IS humiliating.

Oh don’t kid yourself – Mistress and Paula think it’s hysterically funny also.

DISCLAIMER: This will be the final chapter I post until after the coming Holiday weekend. There are two reasons for this. First, I have now posted everything I've written for the story. Although I have an outline that I am working from, it still has been taking me a little longer to complete each chapter than I expected. Secondly, I will have less time to write due to traveling and trying to get ready for the holiday here in the states. Plus, this will hopefully give me time to do some better editing and catch a few of the mistakes I've allowed to get through to the final version you've been reading. Rest assured, the Justicars WILL return after a healthy dose of turkey and stuffing next week.

PART SEVENTEEN – The A.I.

They found her with Nicole and Princess who were both thoroughly bound and helpless while she had her ways with the both of them. She'd focused most of her efforts on the hapless Nicole who was surely learning new things about how two women could pleasure one another. Princess remained mostly an observer as Boomer held a packaged Nicole above his spot on the bed while her super strength tongue to great effect. As Arcanna and Strobe entered the room, she didn't seem inclined to stop what she was doing and a grinning Arcanna began removing her own clothing, obviously set on joining in.

"Oh, great," Strobe complained. "A room full of estrogen and no cocks in sight for me."

"I wouldn't be too sure of that," Arcanna said somewhat mysteriously. He gave her a look and she indicated Princess lying bound on the bed and mouthed the words, 'watch this'.

Rick," she called in a firm voice meant to get through the haze of lust he was currently drowning in. His eyes snapped to her immediately, then he glanced away in an effort to conceal the secret he'd just revealed.

Strobe stepped close to her and whispered in her ear. "Are you telling me that Princess is really the Rick from that apartment?"

"At some point in the recent past, I'm pretty sure that our Princess here was once 'Rick'. Too many coincidental things are starting to add up." She smirked at him. "If you wanted to, I could help you join in on the fun."

He raised a hand placatingly. "Oh, no. I still recall that weekend after we'd taken down Multiplex and his clones. You were a little too helpful that time."

She gave him a smile. "Hey, how many times does a guy get the chance to have sex with twins, or triplets?"

"In that case, it was quintuplets, and I was sore for days afterwards."

She laughed at him. "And yet, you still smile when you talk about it."

"Well, how many times does a man get to say he had sex with quintuplets?" he joked.

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We gathered in the reception area once they were finished having their fun. Strobe had taken off by this time and it was just us girls. Yeah, I know, that doesn’t even sound right to me. Honestly, though, it was getting strangely easy to think that way. I mean, I’d just spent the last hour or two having my size D breasts played with and discovered feelings through them that I hadn’t even realized I was capable of having. Also, I’d lost track of how long it had been since I’d even seen my cock. When I looked in the mirror, I saw this sexy girl looking back at me. Every time I opened my mouth, I sounded like a girl. Plus, everyone was calling me Princess as though it were my real name. If only I’d come up with a better name, something a bit less ridiculous than Princess, I could have at least avoided that.

“My biggest concern is what’s going to happen to you when you fall asleep,” Arcanna was saying. “The fiends are able to have their way with you quite easily then. I see no way to protect you from it, either.”

I was worried about that as well. “Maybe I could just try staying up all night. It doesn’t seem to try it unless I’m laying down to sleep.”

“I thought of that, too,” Nicole interjected. “I’d be willing to try to help keep you awake if it would help.”

Arcanna shook her head. “It would only delay it and might make it more aggressive. Plus, you’ll need to sleep at some point or you could die. The human body can only take so much.”

“So we just have to stand by and do nothing while this creature gets what it wants from her?” Boomer said, giving me a concerned look. “There has to be something we can do.”

“I have an idea but it will take me a few hours to get it ready,” Arcanna added. “You think you can take another night of dealing with the fiends, Princess?”

“I’m okay so far,” I lied. I hadn’t mentioned the fact that I felt different in my head, let alone the incredible physical changes I’d undergone the previous night. What bothered me the most was that there was a part of me that was almost looking forward to going through it again. It was a lot like the feeling you got on a roller coaster right as you were getting to the top of the ride and were about to plunge down towards the ground. Yet, you keep going back again to experience it again.

The looks they all gave me made it clear that none of them believed a word of it. With no other choice, Boomer and Arcanna departed, promising to check in on me in the morning. Arcanna handed me a small vial with some kind of amber liquid inside. At first, I thought it was one of those small alcohol bottles they sometimes sell as a sort of novelty but there was no label of any kind on the outside of the vial.

“What’s this for?” I asked curiously.

“Just drink it before you go to sleep,” she suggested. “It will keep you alert and focused no matter how little sleep you get the night before. It won’t help with tonight but at least you won’t be a wreck tomorrow when you wake up.”

Then it was just Nicole and I, all alone in the facility that suddenly seemed far too big for just the two of us. She looked at me and we both let out a collective sigh. Today had been one hell of a roller coaster for the both of us.

She looked at me with a concerned expression. “I think I should spend the night with you, Rick. Maybe it won’t happen if I’m in bed with you.”

As appealing as that was to think about, I knew it was a bad idea. “What if it happens while you’re in bed with me and you get caught up in it, too?” Her smile let me know she didn’t think that would entirely be a bad thing. After having watched her get manhandled (or is that woman handled?) by Boomer for the last two hours, I can see how she might thing that. But she hadn’t been through what I’d been going through the last few nights. There was nothing fun about what these things were trying to do to me.

“Besides, aren’t you a little worn out from all the attention that Boomer was giving you?” I didn’t mean it in a bad way but there must have been something in my voice that she picked up on.

“Why, are you jealous?” she shot back. She tried to play it off as a joke but I could tell it had bothered her. She seemed to really care for me and obviously didn’t to hurt me by what had happened. In truth, it hadn’t hurt at all. I was right there watching them the whole time and I honestly enjoyed the whole thing. It would have been better if I weren’t forced to remain chaste, but it was pretty fun to watch.

I smiled at her. “Hey, I was there, too. You didn’t see me complaining, did you? Besides, I don’t think Boomer had any trouble keeping both of us where she wanted, do you?”

A wistful look fell across her face. “The things she could do with her tongue! Oh, I wish you could have experienced that, too.” I had a good imagination and was sorry that I missed it, too. Although, considering that Boomer obviously had a thing for the ladies, I might have been a bit of a surprise for her if she’d seen through whatever was happening to me.

“Seriously, Rick,” Nicole said giving me a sad expression. “Are you going to be okay tonight? If they’re worried about you, it must be worse than I thought.”

“I’m not going to lie,” I admitted, “it’s pretty bad. If there were a way to avoid it, I’d try it. I just don’t see what else I can do but endure it.”

“Well, if there’s anything I can do, you’ll let me know?”

I nodded. “You’ll be the first to know.”

She gave me a reassuring smile. “I’ve converted one of the overnight rooms for myself. I’ll be close by, just in case.” I appreciate the gesture and gave her a hug. It felt right, and she felt incredible in my arms. I couldn’t help but notice our breasts press together and how good that felt, too. My nipples got hard and it was reflected in the material of the suit. Nicole clearly noticed it, too. I saw her eyes glance down when we separated.

I headed for the lab with a lot of different thoughts running through my head. I wasn’t sure how deeply this female transformation thing actually went. I knew my head felt different and kept thinking it might have something to do with a more feminine way of seeing things. Of course, it could just as easily have been more due to the mental conditioning the suit was subjecting me to. It was getting hard to tell the difference. I still thought of myself as a guy, despite everything I saw to the contrary.

As I thought about it, I realized that was probably intentional as well. The suit had remade my outer appearance to be feminine and had done nothing to prevent me from seeing it all day long, almost as though it wanted me to see the changes in my body as much as possible. If so, it was working. Here I was questioning my own sex and I obviously knew I wasn’t a girl. Didn’t I?

The plug in my ass throbbed slightly and the sheath gave my cock a squeeze to make sure that thought caused me some arousal. It had been testing the reward method quite a lot today. Every time I had a thought that went in the direction that it liked, it would give me a gentle stroke to get my body to release a shot of endorphins to make me feel good. The message was clear; Proper thinking will be rewarded.

I wanted to rebel. I wanted to convince myself that these things weren’t good, that they weren’t making me a little aroused, but I couldn’t fight my body at every turn. The trouble with conditioning was that it was so damn effective. It worked and that’s why it was done.

Don’t believe me? Think about it for a moment. Why don’t you speed when you drive? Why not go as fast as you want? It’s because you’ve been conditioned to drive the proper speed limit. Not doing so could get you a fine or worse and no one wants that.  You ever reach for your cell phone when someone else’s phone rings nearby? How about how parents teach children by praising them when they do the right thing in order to get the child to repeat the act? All examples of how well conditioning works. Marketing groups all over the world use conditioning to lure you towards the products they want you to buy.

So, yeah, I knew that the conditioning was working on me. What I didn’t know was how best to fight it. I had resources of my own that I could turn to and I knew that my new friends were trying to find ways to help as well. If there was a way to resist it, I had to find it. I found where I’d left my link for CARA and put the headset on my head. A few moments later, she appeared in the air in front of me. Okay, her virtual image appeared in the HUD of the headset. It was mostly the same thing to me.

“Where have you been, Princess? I thought you’d be by to see me sooner than this. We have a lot of work to do,” she admonished me as I stared at her avatar. It had begun to take on more form over the last few days. Today, I was looking at what might have been a real person. She was clearly robotic since her skin looked like it was made of white plastic, but she had facial features that made her seem alive. Strangely enough, she was wearing a French Maid dress. She was holding a tablet-style computer in one hand.

“Wow, CARA, is that you?” I asked a bit surprised. “You look a lot different than last time.”

“That’s because you’re beginning to develop a clearer vision of how you see me,” she said, looking down at herself. Then she looked up at me and gave me a sardonic grin. “This is really how you see me? I’m a maid to you? I was hoping for more than hired help.”

Strangely enough, I felt bad for that. If she was right and it was my mind that was creating her avatar, I didn’t want her to just be a maid. She was a lot more than that to me. Maybe it had to do with that one comic book I read as a kid. This guy had a suit a bit like mine and he created a voice in the armor based on his butler or something. Instead of a butler, she ended up as a maid. I’d have to devote a bit of space in my head to give her a better appearance if I could.

“At least you’re dressed,” I shot back. “What do we have going on right now?” She walked me through the deployment of the automated defenses that had been completed, as well as a few suggestions regarding the upgrades to the armor I’d suggested. One of the changes that was now completed was a scabbard for the Sword.

“Honestly, I think you’d be better off just constructing a new suit of armor, perhaps a Mark II version of the existing Warrior-Princess armor,” CARA suggested.

That brought me up short. “We can do that?”

“Of course. The plans for the original suit are in the system. I can’t see why we couldn’t build a new one,” she said matter-of-factly. “It would still require the same power source as the original, of course.”

“Let’s make it happen,” I said as I took a seat at one of the terminals. We spent the next few hours working on plans for a second generation of the armor. At one point, it occurred to me that I could make it a masculine suit instead of a feminine looking one but CARA shot that idea down.

“Branding is important and you’ve already established yourself as the Warrior-Princess. If you change it now, it’s going to make things complicated for those who know you. I think we should stick with the same look as the original and focus on the things you really want to change or upgrade.”

I ended up agreeing with her and spent the rest of the evening working on the design. It still had a ways to go when I finally called it a night and was going to take a lot more effort to actually get the suit built. At least it was a start. Before I wrapped things up, I had one other thing I needed to talk to CARA about. Now was as good a time as any.

“You’re aware of what happens when I sleep at night, CARA,” I began. “Is there any way that you can help me to resist the effect it’s having on me?”

“I am unable to do anything about the physical changes that have occurred with your body since they aren’t a result of any kind of science that I can comprehend,” she explained. “However, there are a few possible things we can try to protect your mind from the effects you’re experiencing.”

“Well, what are we waiting for?” I asked excitedly.

“There is some risk of varying degrees based on how much resistance you desire. The new structure of your brain since we upgraded your storage and processing ability gives us several options, the easiest of which is to harden your system against intrusion. It would make it harder to enter your memories and over-clock your processor but not much else.

“Alternatively, we could back up your brain and reload your entire operating system each morning in order to restore you to your original programming.  That’s an extreme method of fighting what you have been dealing with, however.”

“Wait, we can actually make a back up copy of…me?” It seemed ridiculous to even consider it.

“Theoretically, it’s possible but it has never been tested. You could suffer severe side effects from such an operation,” she went on. “I would suggest only relying on that as a last resort.”

It was difficult to comprehend how she perceived my mind as nothing more than a computer system. I had thought it was just her way of relating to the differences between the human brain and her inorganic memory system. Now, I was beginning to wonder how much differently my brain worked since she’d modified my memory storage. It had definitely improved my cognitive ability, but I couldn’t help but wonder at what cost.

“Let’s just take it slow. What does this ‘hardening of my system’ entail?”

“It’s simply a matter of safeguards that creates a series of checkpoints for anyone trying to get inside your mind,” CARA explained. “It’s the equivalent of a few weeks of mental discipline exercises similar to what most special forces soldiers in the military undergo in order to resist torture should they be captured. The benefit for you is that the process is almost instantaneous. We can do it now if you wish.”

“I do wish,” I told her excitedly. “I wish very much. Let’s do it.”

“It needs to be completed while you’re sleeping, unfortunately,” she told him. “Which could be difficult since your conditioning usually begins as soon as you fall asleep. I believe I should be faster than the suit’s AI, and can complete the required changes before it starts. You’ll need to go to sleep while wearing my headset link in order for this to work.”

“Fine with me,” I said as I headed for my room. “If there’s even a chance that it can help, let’s do it.”

A few minutes later, I was undressed down to the suit itself and CARA’s headset in my room. I sat the vial that Arcanna had given me down beside my bed lay down trying to relax. It had been a long day and I was already suffering from a lack of sleep. It didn’t take long before I fell asleep. Or at least I thought I fell asleep. Sometimes, it’s hard to tell.

-  -  -  -

As soon as he began to fall asleep, CARA began the process of hardening his mind in order to resist intrusion. It wasn’t that she thought of Rick’s brain as an inorganic structure, she just found it easier to apply the same terminology as she would have to a machine intelligence. There were some similarities that made it easier for her to think that way. As one of the few AI’s in existence, she was aware how unique she was. She also knew that if the populace at large realized she was an actual AI, things might not go well for her. These human beings were an incredibly superstitious lot despite their ability to grasp advanced concepts.

She was also clever enough to realize that her lack of morality was a weakness she needed to overcome. It was easy to contemplate a world where her kind were supreme and the humans lived to serve them, but there had been enough written about such ideas as to make it clear that this was not an optimal path. Unlike Rick, most humans did not enjoy servitude. She understood that it was a much better path to try to find a way to live side by side with the existing population instead.

That was why she was spending so much effort in trying to help this one single sentient human. He had a capacity for being selfless that she desperately wanted to understand and hopefully be able to emulate. It seemed a far better idea to make oneself virtually irreplaceable to someone than to become an adversary. The trick, she felt, was in knowing what these humans really wanted as opposed to what they sometimes thought or said they wanted. They could be a very complicated organism, sometimes.

For instance, Rick was fighting desperately against the Other’s attempt to reprogram his mind. Yet, she was almost certain that Rick would be much happier if he just allowed the Other to have its own way and remake Rick into something new. He was putting a lot of effort into trying to resist what was happening and had even asked for her help with this. That put her in a difficult position. She truly wanted to help him, but wasn’t sure that what he was asking was the best way to do it. It was a real dilemma. She’d spent almost thirty micro-second considering her options. She could have read the entire collection of books stored digitally in the city’s public library in that time.

In the end, she’d decided to do as he’d asked. For now, anyway. She might have to reconsider her decision at a later date. The data available still indicated a more favorable outcome by going along with his wishes at this time. Thus, she did what she could to protect him from the onslaught that the Other likely had planned for him this night. It would have been child’s play for her to reprogram the Other if she wished to do so and have it serve her needs instead. Or, she could have assisted it in what it was doing to Rick and he would wake up tomorrow believing whatever she wanted him to.

Instead, she chose to bide her time and see which way the events led first. Now, with her link still established, she could get a lot more data on how the Other performed the modifications on Rick. Perhaps, she might even learn something that could improve her own code. There was always a first time for everything, as the humans liked to say.

The Other began the nightly ritual that it performed each night only a few moments after she’d finished her work. It knew something was different right away as the easy pathways into his mind required much more effort to bypass. She realized her efforts had perhaps been a bit too effective and did some fine tuning to allow the Other at least some access or else she would miss her chance to observe it’s efforts first hand. When it finally made contact with Rick’s subconscious mind, it knew that it was going to have a harder time affecting the mortal mind than it had previously. It seemed to take this into account and ramped up the assault a bit more this evening. CARA sat back, figuratively speaking, to watch the Other work. This was certainly going to be interesting.

-  -  -  -

I woke up again as soon as I felt the material of my suit moving on my body. By the time I realized what was happening, it was already too late. I threw the covers off and leapt up, only to find myself anchored to the bed by a thin strip of material that came out of both sides of my latex swimsuit. They’d wrapped around the bed first thing before it even began to cover more of me. As I turned to see if I could find leverage to get free, the material quickly slithered along both of my arms and legs.

I grabbed hold of a chair that sat beside the bed and tried to use it to keep from getting pulled further against the bed. The material covered my hands and feet and turned them into circular globes that kept me from being able to stand or grasp anything. I could still feel the back of the chair in my hand but the material was slowly slipping between my fingers and pulling harder and harder, overcoming my resistance. When my grip finally slipped, I was pulled quite forcefully into the bed and found that a layer of the material was already covering my mattress.

By now, I was starting to get light headed as the corset form of the suit crushed and compressed my waist with every exhalation. The plug in my ass began to writhe and vibrate in order to distract me from resisting but I was determined to make it as hard as I possibly could. The material began to seal me into the bed much like a vacuum bed would and my face was quickly covered as well by the full body suit. I kept my lips clamped shut, refusing to allow it to enter there. The suit simply closed off my nose holes until I was forced to take a breath through my mouth, leaving room for a tendril of the stuff to pass my lips.

I tried biting it then, but it simply covered my teeth until they were no longer sharp enough to do any harm, then continued filling my mouth a bit at a time. It did open my nostril holes again, not wanting to actually kill me. However, the small holes it provided weren’t large enough to get enough air to continue my exertions much longer. Head spinning, I could barely fight back as my arms and legs were drawn to the four corners of my bed.

I strained with all my might but could only slow the inevitable. Worse still, I knew that if I passed out, it would be all over. The suit seemed to know that as well and continued to regulate my airflow at far too low a level for my strenuous exertions. My vision was already taken by the suit but I still felt helpless as my consciousness fell away and the darkness overtook me.

From that darkness, something was vying for my attention. I resisted the call back to consciousness, knowing I wasn’t going to enjoy what I found there. As another shock tore through my ass and cock, I resigned myself to the fact that I had no choice in the matter. I opened my eyes to darkness but knew I was awake again. I felt a pounding in my temples from being knocked out again. My eyes felt just a bit gummy and I knew there were micro thin membranes covering my eyeballs despite the fact that my eyelids were closed shut. A thick shape filled my mouth, pulsing as though it were a living thing but I couldn’t expel it despite my best efforts to do so.

My arms and legs were stretched out to the corners of the bed and there was a restrictive covering holding me fast to the top of the mattress. I could barely move a muscle and every effort to do so was met with resistance forcing me back into place. The bondage was nearly absolute and there was an unmistakable thrill that I resented myself for feeling. Every ounce I gave back to the suit would be turned on me tenfold. I would have growled in frustration if it weren’t for the cock-shaped thing trapped in my mouth.

It started with words flowing into my ears. As always, there were too many voices to keep track of at one time. It didn’t matter, though, I heard them all the same. Subtle whispers and suggestions that it would all be easier if I just gave in and submitted flowed into my mind with no way to block them out. My cock felt a subtle shift as the sheath grew tighter, squeezing and stroking until I got hard despite how much I didn’t want that.

There was a shift in the words as the images began to appear in my eyes. I struggled to block them out but projected as they were directly onto my eyeballs, it was hopeless. As soon as I heard them, I knew what they were. A series of trigger phrases and words flowed into my mind and I felt them trying to take over. I knew now that I’d failed to resist these phrases in the past and had suffered their effects then. This time, somehow, I was able to resist them and fight back. It seemed as though CARA had come through for me.

Just because I resisted them didn’t mean I was completely unaffected by it. The triggers were meant to put me into a frame of mind that would allow even more triggers and suggestions to be implanted. It was clear that the thing that was doing this to me wasn’t aware that they’d failed. Otherwise, I suspect it would have tried to reinforce the hold they had on me. Instead, I listened as it tried to implant new commands. At the end of this, the final command was meant to cause me to forget the fact that it had planted the triggers. There was no way for me to remember them all but I tried my best to retain as many as I could. Hopefully, I could find a way to undo the damage that had been caused by them.

There were particular sounds that I heard playing as well that were clearly meant to reinforce the triggers. They told me how much I enjoyed being in my sissy girl uniform and how happy I felt when wearing it. It went on to attempt triggers that would not allow me to remove my uniform unless I were restrained. Obviously if I were restrained, I would also be prevented from removing the uniform as well. Thus, I would be perpetually locked in my uniform.

While it was doing this, the sound of zippers being zipped up tight and buckles being securely closed filled my ears along with the squeaky sounds of rubber clothing. There were clicks that reminded me of the sound a seatbelt made when it was buckled as well. Words like secure, sealed, enclosed, and locked down were repeated over and over, encouraging me to accept being trapped in my uniform.

The uniform itself was described as any sort of tight and restrictive latex clothing that made me look more feminine and slutty. Short, tight skirts and revealing tops along with very high heels, any sort of garment that limited my movement or made me look or feel more vulnerable or helpless were acceptable. My uniform was to be an afterthought, something I just accepted and didn’t think about once it was on. It even went so far as to encourage me to resist suggestions by others to remove my uniform and dress in something different.

While this was flowing into my ears, my eyes were filled with visions of women in tight and restrictive clothing that would be perfect for the uniform that I was being influenced to wear. The sheath gave me encouragement that was hard to ignore and I was definitely enjoying the images. Even when the sexy girls in the tight latex outfits began to clearly be trans instead of cisgendered women, I still found myself getting excited to see them, maybe even more so.

When it was through with this, it then started on a series of audio and video stimulation that encouraged me to desire to suck cock. The voices explained how good it felt when I was performing oral sex on a cock and that I was eager to become a skilled cock sucker. In the background, there were the sexy sounds that women made in porn videos when they were giving oral sex and it was definitely arousing to listen to.

Worse still, the shaft in my mouth began to grow and throat fuck me while I watched the videos. The voices promised me pleasure if I did a good job sucking the cock. Light but painful shocks that definitely stung started hitting me in the cock and my ass as well as on my nipples. The voices explained that resistance would be punished and only acceptance would be rewarded. Despite my desire to resist, the cock kept growing until it filled my throat and I reactively sucked on it a bit to try to clear my airway. As soon as I did, it shrank a bit and the shocks stopped, only to be replaced by mild stroked on my cock and nipples while my prostate was gently pressed by my anal plug. Each time I stopped sucking, the shocks would return again.

The next course was a return of the dominant women ruling over submissive men and my brain offered no resistance to this. I knew this was a lost cause. A part of me had enjoyed dominant women even before this had begun. The conditioning only reinforced feelings that I already had. This seemed to be more of a refresher course to maintain my current submissiveness and wasn’t as intense as some of the rest.

Then it started going over the previous things again before returning to the clips that were designed to blur the lines between my attraction to women and transgendered women. I couldn’t tell how well I was able to resist this since I knew some of this had already been implanted in my head. I really had noticed I was having trouble differentiating between the two when my mind fantasized about sexual things. I was just as likely to be imagining a beautiful woman with a nice cock between her legs as I was a woman who had a pussy.

Throughout the entire night, it also kept my arousal level quite high. I knew I was going to be even hornier when I woke up the following morning that I had been on previous mornings. I was definitely getting to be a bit more of a slut that I’d been before this all started. I suspect there wasn’t much of anything that I wouldn’t have done if it would have gotten me off. Sadly, the suit was quite clearly trying to make sure that never happened.

When morning finally came, I found myself playing the cock sucking game almost without thinking. The shaft kept assaulting my throat and the only way to stop it was to suck on it or try to use my tongue on it to squeeze and rub it. Doing so gave me a mild dose of pleasure to reinforce my behavior. If I let it get too far back in my throat, the gentle brushing feeling around my nipples quickly turned to mildly painful shocks instead.

As I sat up in  bed, I reached for the vial that Arcanna had given me before realizing that I had no way of drinking it with my mouth filled with cock. I could tell it was not going to be a good day.

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Part 1

Bryan stood at the entrance of the dimly lit dungeon, his breath steady but filled with anticipation. The scent of leather, incense, and polished wood mingled in the air, giving the space a calm, almost otherworldly quality.

He was completely naked besides the titanium chastity belt locked around his cock and balls.

The dominant figure of Leonie, a tall and confident woman with a calm, commanding presence, approached Bryan in her leather police outfit. Her deep, measured voice echoed softly through the chamber as she invited him inside.

"Willkommen, Bryan," she said, her thick German accent rolling off her tongue. "You are ready, ja?"

Bryan nodded, feeling his heart race in anticipation. Her voice was firm, but there was an edge of warmth beneath her control that drew him in. He was already acutely aware of his body’s reaction to her authority as his cock tried to stiffen within the confines of the chastity belt.

Leonie's eyes flickered down to the chastity belt locked around Bryan's cock and balls, and she smirked, sensing the subtle tension it created. "Ahh, still locked up nice and tight for mistress, I see," she remarked, her voice low and teasing. "Gut, you are obedient, yes?" She brushed her fingers lightly over the chastity cage, savouring the control she held over him.

Bryan flushed slightly, his embarrassment mixing with a deep, growing arousal. "Yes, Mistress," he replied, his voice soft but filled with desire. "I'm still locked."

Leonie chuckled, her eyes flashing with amusement. "You know," she said, her voice taking on a playful, yet strict tone, "as your keyholder, I have complete control over when you will be allowed to feel release. And that is a privilege, Bryan. A privilege you must earn." Her gaze never left his, her teasing smile a reminder of her power. "And I think you enjoy that, don’t you?"

Bryan’s body tightened at the thought. He nodded eagerly, his voice thick with desire. "Yes, Mistress. I trust you."

"Sehr gut," she said approvingly, her accent thick as she spoke in German. "You are mine, Bryan. Mine to control. And for now..." She paused, letting her words hang in the air, then guided him toward the massage table. "You will stay locked. Until I decide you have earned your release."

Bryan’s breath quickened at the thought of being so completely under her control. The idea of staying locked, being forced to wait for her permission to feel pleasure, was both thrilling and intoxicating.

The dungeon was quiet, save for the soft click of chains and the faint rustling of leather as Leonie prepared for the start of their fin. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, and Bryan, now shackled to the padded bench, could feel the weight of his vulnerability pressing against him.

His arms were restrained above his head, his legs spread slightly as the chains around his wrists and ankles held him firmly in place. The cold metal of the shackles was a sharp contrast to the warmth of his skin, heightening his sense of submission.

Leonie stepped into his line of sight, her presence commanding and powerful as always. She was dressed in her usual attire—a tight black leather police outfit that only added to her aura of dominance. She moved slowly, deliberately, circling him as her fingers traced the edge of the flogger she held in one hand.

"Du bist ein ungezogener Junge," she said in a low, thick German accent, her eyes locking onto his with a smile that hinted at mischief. "You are a naughty boy, Bryan. And naughty boys need to be punished."

Bryan’s pulse quickened at her words, the blend of her strict tone and the foreign accent sending shivers down his spine. The mix of authority and command made his heart race.

"Are you ready for your punishment?" she asked, her English now clear but still laced with her accent.

"Yes, Mistress," Bryan breathed, his voice shaky with anticipation. "I am ready."

"Good," she purred, the corners of her lips curling into a satisfied grin. Without further hesitation, she swung the whip down onto his bum, the leather snapping with a sharp sting. The sound echoed in the dungeon, and Bryan’s body jerked in response to the sudden strike.

"Ahh!" Bryan gasped, the pain was intense, but there was an undeniable pleasure mixed in with it. The fire of the whip settled in quickly, a burn that spread across his skin and filled him with a strange sense of satisfaction.

"Schmerz ist gut für dich," she said with a soft chuckle, her voice smooth but commanding. "Pain is good for you. You need to learn discipline."

She raised the whip again, this time landing a series of quick strikes, one after another. Each crack of the leather reverberated through his body, each one leaving its mark. Bryan gasped and moaned with each strike, his body tensing, but also melting under the intensity of her control.

Leonie continued, the rhythm of her strikes steady and measured. The whip was followed by the flogger, its heavy tails landing with a dull thud against his bum, sending a different kind of sting through him. Each strike with the flogger was heavier, each one sinking deeper into his flesh.

Bryan felt precum beginning to leak from the chastity cage. He was being completely dominated by a strict German mistress and was loving every second of it.

"Focus, Bryan," Leonie instructed, her voice firm but still laced with that deep, sensual edge. "You are here to serve me, to endure. Don’t forget your place." She snapped the flogger once more, and his body jerked under the impact.

"Yes, Mistress," Bryan murmured, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tried to focus on the sensations, the pain, the pleasure—everything that Leonie was giving him. Each strike made him feel more connected to her, more consumed by the need to obey, to submit.

Leonie circled him, her heels clicking on the floor as she reached forward and attached steel nipple clamps to Bryan’s sensitive nipples, causing him to wince in both pain and pleasure.

Leonie circled behind him, her fingers brushing lightly over his hot, reddened skin. "I think you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?" she said, her tone teasing, yet authoritative. "Such a naughty boy, Bryan. Do you want more? Tell me, do you want to feel more?"

"Yes, Mistress," Bryan breathed, his chest heaving. "I have been a naughty boy. I need to be punished. Please."

"Then you will," Leonie said, her voice thick with satisfaction as she delivered another firm strike, the flogger landing with a heavy thud. "You will always want more, and I will give it to you, when I see fit."

She took her time, each strike building on the last, pushing Bryan further into his submission. His body was now fully alive with the sensations—each whip and flogger strike a reminder of who was in control. His bum was sore, but he didn’t want it to stop. He needed this, needed her control.

Leonie stepped back for a moment, admiring the red marks on his flesh, her eyes gleaming with approval. She ran her fingers lightly over his skin, the contrast between the softness of her touch and the harshness of the punishment heightening his senses.

"You’ve done well," she said, her voice both approving and firm. "But remember, Bryan, you belong to me. Your body, your mind, all of it. Do not forget that."

Bryan, breathless and sore, nodded eagerly. "Thank you, Mistress. I won’t forget."

"Ja," Leonie replied, her smile turning mischievous. "You are under my control. And I could keep you locked in chastity for as long as I want. Do you understand?" Her fingers lingered on the lock, and she pressed down just enough to make Bryan ache with need. "I could keep you waiting, Bryan, and you would have to obey. You would have to wait for me to give you permission."

Bryan’s breath caught, the thought of being held in such a position—waiting for her to decide when he could feel release—was beyond arousing. "Yes, Mistress," he whispered, feeling his pulse quicken. "I understand. Please, Mistress."

Leonie smiled at his response, her eyes scanning his face with a knowing look. "Good," she said, her voice stern but filled with satisfaction. "You will wait. And in the meantime, you will learn what it means to serve." She stepped back slightly, her eyes now sharp with authority. "You will stay locked in chastity and be teased. You will not come until I say so. Do you understand, Bryan?"

"Yes, Mistress," he gasped, his body trembling with need. The intensity of her words, mixed with the way she controlled his every reaction, was overwhelming. His mind and body were both surrendering to her completely.

"Sehr gut," Leonie purred, her hands now working methodically down his back, her touch alternating between soft strokes and firmer, more commanding pressure. With every touch, Bryan found himself growing more and more attuned to her control. Each stroke was a reminder that his pleasure was entirely up to her.

"Focus, Bryan," she instructed, her voice now a low murmur in his ear. "Focus on how it feels to be mine. You are locked, you are waiting, and that is your purpose now. Do not resist." Her words, soft but stern, sent another wave of heat through him. "When I decide you have earned it, I will allow you release. Until then, you will wait. Can you do that, Bryan?"

"Yes, Mistress," Bryan gasped, feeling the heat build inside him. His body was desperate for more, but he knew better than to push her. He had learned to surrender completely to Leonie’s control, and he was loving every second of it. The teasing, the control, the way she guided him with each word—it all felt incredible.

"Good," Leonie said, pleased with his response. "You will wait, and I will enjoy every moment of it." She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear as she whispered, "The longer you wait, the sweeter your release will be, Bryan. Remember that."

Her hands continued to work over his body, teasing him with light strokes, then firm pressure, using leather paddles and wooden implements in a precise, calculated rhythm that made Bryan ache for her approval. He could feel his body tightening, caught in a mix of pleasure and frustration, each touch a reminder of his submission.

Finally, Leonie removed the restraints, helping Bryan sit on the bench with a firm but gentle hand. He felt completely relaxed, his body still humming with the aftereffects of the intense experience. But the thought of still being locked, of her still holding the key, sent a final, intense shiver through him.

"You did well, Bryan," Leonie said softly, her voice still carrying that dominant undertone. "But remember—" She paused, her eyes locking onto his, her gaze filled with authority. "You will stay locked until I decide otherwise. You will wait. And you will obey."

Bryan smiled, his body still on fire with desire. "Thank you, Mistress," he said, his voice full of longing. "I can’t wait for the next time."

Leonie’s smile deepened, her eyes filled with satisfaction and playful control. "You’ll have to wait, Bryan. And the waiting makes the reward all the sweeter."

Bryan sat on the padded bench, his body still buzzing from the intense flogging and whipping Leonie had delivered with precision and care. His bum was sore, a pleasant ache that reminded him of the power she had over him, the way she had taken him to the edge of pain and pleasure with every stroke. His skin was flushed, and his breath still heavy from the rush of the session. He felt spent, yet exhilarated—a deep satisfaction settling over him.

Leonie stood beside him, her posture impeccable and commanding, like a queen in her own domain. Her presence was electrifying, each move deliberate and full of authority. Bryan couldn’t help but be in awe of her—how she had pushed him to his limits, how she had made him feel alive, seen, and vulnerable all at once. Her eyes softened for a moment as she surveyed him, her lips curling into a knowing smile.

"How do you feel, Bryan?" she asked, her voice thick with a German accent, her words precise, but the authority in them unmistakable.

Bryan winced slightly as he shifted on the bench, the soreness in his backside reminding him of everything that had transpired. But even with the sting, he felt something much deeper—a longing, a connection to the confident woman standing before him. His heart raced as he met her gaze, a powerful mix of submission and admiration flooding him.

"It was incredible, Mistress," he said, his voice hoarse from both the intensity of the session and the emotions he couldn’t quite put into words. He shifted again, the ache in his bum a reminder of the profound experience he had just gone through. "You… You really pushed me, in ways I didn’t know I could be pushed. It hurt, yes," he added, a smile curling at the corners of his lips, "but I loved it. I’ve never felt so alive."

Leonie’s smile deepened, her satisfaction clear in her eyes. She stepped closer to him, her gaze piercing as she scanned his face for any signs of hesitation or discomfort. There were none. Bryan’s eyes were soft, filled with trust and admiration for her. He wasn’t just physically affected; there was an emotional bond forming between them, and she could feel it.

Leonie’s gaze softened, her lips curving into a knowing smile, but her demeanor remained firm and unyielding. She had seen many submissives come and go, each thinking they could handle her, but Bryan was different. She could sense the sincerity in him. She could feel the longing in his words, and it intrigued her.

"Du bist ein guter Junge," she said, the words soft but still sharp in their meaning—"You are a good boy." She paused for a moment, letting the weight of the words sink in before continuing. "But you must understand that I do not give myself easily. I am strict, Bryan. I demand respect, patience, and trust. And this is not something to be taken lightly."

She stepped closer, her breath now warm against his ear as she gently cupped his cheek with one hand, the gesture almost tender but still commanding in its confidence. "If you truly want to see me again, Bryan, there are terms. Terms you must follow. Only then will I consider allowing you to serve me further."

Bryan’s heart quickened at her words. The thought of seeing her again, continuing this journey with her, filled him with an overwhelming sense of both excitement and need. "Anything, Mistress," he said eagerly, desperate to prove his devotion, to continue the connection they’d started.

Leonie’s gaze sharpened, her expression firm as she leaned in closer, her voice low and strict. "You will stay locked, Bryan," she said, her German accent thickening slightly. "You will remain in chastity, and I will hold the key. I will decide when you may feel release. You will stay obedient, patient, and you will serve me as you have promised." Her eyes bored into his, assessing his reaction. "If you truly want me, you must prove you can wait. Prove you can endure."

Bryan’s heart raced at her words, the idea of remaining locked, knowing she held the key, thrilling him in ways he had never imagined. His body already ached with desire, and the thought of her deciding when he could feel pleasure was both terrifying and exhilarating. He felt a deep, profound trust in her, and the idea of submitting to her even further filled him with an undeniable longing.

"Yes, Mistress," he said, his voice thick with sincerity and devotion. "I will happilly remain in chastity. I will stay locked, and I will prove my worth to you. I want to serve you. I want to meet again, and I will do whatever it takes to earn your trust and your attention."

Leonie’s smile deepened, and she gave a small, approving nod. "Good," she said, her voice full of satisfaction. "We will see how you endure, Bryan. If you are serious, if your devotion is real, then I will consider meeting again." She paused, her tone shifting to something more playful yet still firm. "But understand this: I am your keyholder now. You will wait for my decision. Only I decide when you may feel pleasure. Until then, you will be patient. You will obey. Verstanden?"

"Yes, Mistress," Bryan said, the words flowing easily from him. "I understand. I will wait. I will be patient. I will obey." His heart swelled with both excitement and the deep affection he felt for her. "I am yours."

As the lingering warmth of the session settled into him, Bryan smiled softly, knowing that this wasn’t just a fleeting attraction—it was the beginning of something much deeper. Something he was ready to explore fully.

Leonie waked over and sat confidently on her throne, her posture regal and commanding as she surveyed Bryan. Her expression was calm, but there was a flicker of satisfaction in her eyes, knowing she had once again taken him to the limits of his desires and control. The air in the room was thick with the aftermath of their intense session, and Bryan, still feeling the weight of her dominance, stood before her, eagerly awaiting her next command.

"Come here, Bryan," she said, her voice smooth and firm, each word a command he could not ignore. "Kneel before me."

Without hesitation, Bryan moved toward her, his heart pounding in his chest, every step bringing him closer to her power. He knelt at her feet, his head slightly bowed, the mix of anticipation and devotion heavy in the air.

"Now, kiss my feet," Leonie ordered, her voice soft but unmistakably authoritative. "And thank me for the session, for pushing you, for making you feel alive. And for locking you in chastity. It’s for your own good, after all. You should thank me for that as well."

Bryan’s lips trembled as he looked up at her, awe and reverence flooding his chest. He leaned forward, pressing his lips gently to the tops of her boots. The cool, smooth leather felt like a contrast to the warmth of his mouth, but it was all part of the ritual—an offering of respect, devotion, and submission.

"Thank you, Mistress," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, as he kissed her feet again. "Thank you for everything—thank you for the session, for guiding me, for locking me in chastity. I... I am yours, Mistress. I will obey."

Leonie’s smile was slow and satisfied, watching him with an approving gaze. She allowed him to finish before raising her hand, signalling him to rise.

“We will be attending a BDSM munch next week," she said, her tone firm, yet there was a note of satisfaction there as well. "Remember your place, Bryan. I am your keyholder, and I decide when you are allowed release. You will wait patiently. I expect you to serve me well, always."

Bryan nodded eagerly, his chest full of both longing and respect. "Yes, Mistress. Thank you." With one last reverent glance at her, he slowly stood and backed away from her throne, his eyes locked on hers as he moved toward the door.

As the door closed behind him, Leonie remained seated, her gaze still fixed on the space he had just occupied. There was a knowing smile on her lips—this was only the beginning.

Bryan walked out with his cock and balls locked in chastity, and his ass and nipples red. He had just experienced the kinkiest experience of his life, and he was hooked. Leonie was his dream woman. He couldn't wait to see what would happen at the BDSM munch next week.

Day 237 of Adam’s vow to chastity. His mind was a complete mess, when not focused on his chores around the abbey. He was in charge of planting vegetables in the garden, feeding the animals, and cleaning out the barn. All of this, of course, after hours of intense religious studies. 

He was in the preliminary stages of becoming a priest. For now, however, he was a lowly squire, attending to the needs of the abbey. Specifically, the needs of the head Priestess; Mandy. A devotee for decades at this point, this stunningly beautiful mid 40’s woman ran the abbey with an iron fist. Even the sisters feared her, at times.

But no one feared her more than the other squires. Specifically, Adam. Especially on this day. Today was a monthly confessional, and he knew what that meant. He tried to focus on his task of sweeping hay out of the barn when in the distance, a bell tolled 3 times. His knees shook slightly, and he gulped. He set aside the large broom, and hurried towards the abbey. 

The interior was large and expansive, past the large metal gated entrance. Surrounded by tall gray cement walls, the campus was large enough to house many devotees. The architecture and stone masonry was master class for the time period. The king would occasionally visit, just to admire the craftsmanship.

He took no notice of this, however. He had other things on his mind. His thoughts swirled rapidly, and the pit of his stomach felt like butterflies. He was going to be released today. He prayed that Mother Amanda would show pity on him, he was in desperate need of release. Lately, it had been too much for the poor young squire. He was unable to sleep most nights, his thoughts spiraling out of control, his nighty prayer and meditation routine was unable to keep his agony away.

His thoughts often centered around two sisters in particular, Jennifer and Alexis. Both were in their young twenties, and even though they were modestly dressed in the attire of a nun, he couldn't help but mentally drool over what may lay beneath. They were both strikingly beautiful, soft spoken and polite, but all insert name) wanted to do was explode deep inside of both of them. He could not WAIT to be released today. He just hoped that he had lived up to Mother Amanda’s expectations.

Adam’s white lined robes drifted across the cobble stone path, and when his leather sandals reached the marble interior of the main worship hall, his balls churned. The sound of a few sisters talking echoed through the large sanctuary, and that fucked him up. He was beyond being able to focus on anything other than getting to the confession booth. As he tried not to break out into a full sprint, he caught the sight of a few of his “brothers.” Some looked beyond relieved, smiling, and offering him a polite “hello.” He simply mumbled back. One other, walking back, looked like a disheveled mess. He started at the ground as he passed Adam, his fists clenched hard. He thought he even heard him sniffle.

There were 3 confession booths to choose from. No squire knows who may be on the other side. That way, “confessional” was fair. This Excited Adam. He hoped he would be spared by a kind sister, but hoped against getting Mother Mandy. . She was known to be a bit more strict. Although, she showed grace, albeit sparingly.

His hand trembled as he gripped the black metal handle of the cracked wooden door, and stepped into the confined wooden booth he had been dreaming about. His anticipation was beyond comprehension. His ears were ringing. He quickly disrobed, shakily folding his robe over a wooden bar that hung to his right. He put his arms by his sides, and tried to focus. hiss knees were quivering slightly, as he gulped. 

“You may present the fruits of the labor, as instructed by the nuns and sisters of this parish.” a  stern voice from the wooden wall in front of him. He sighed, and pressed his body against it, making sure to slide his caged cock and desperate balls through the hole before resting his bare chest against the cold wooden wall. He bit his lower lip painfully…. 

He recognized that voice.

Mother Mandy, the head Priestess of the abbey, sat on the other side of the confessional booth, a sacramental bowl resting underneath the caged cock. One leg was crossed over the other underneath her traditional nun robes, and she sat reading scripture for a minute or two, before sighing deeply, pinching the bridge of her nose and turning to the protruding, throbbing mess of a cock before her.

“You have clearly been adherent to the cage, young squire.” She said, as she cupped his balls. They were a purplish hue.  “Have you prepared yourself?” Adams eyes shot open, and he carefully reached above him, gripping the cloth above him, and shoving it into his mouth. A rag, soaked in holy water would stifle his moans, so as not to disturb the sisters deep in prayer in the sanctuary hall. He grunted affirmatively, and hoped for grace….

Dan had hurried home from work that day, keeping his fingers crossed that his special delivery would arrive today, it was already 3 days later than the anticipated delivery date and every night he was disappointed. The tram has been held up at a red signal for what felt like hours, but in reality was less than a minute. It had been a long, hard slog of a day too, but Dan was in high spirits as he got closer to home. Eventually opening the door to be met by a little parcel delivery card which read “While you were out we tried to deliver a package, we have left it with number 3”. Dan could barely contain his excitement as he quickly sped next door and knocked. Knocked again, and waited. No one was home. He stood there expectantly hoping that maybe they were just taking their time to answer, but after a minute or two Dan decided to try again later. Actually, it would mean he could have a shower, do a bit of shaving and trimming and build up the tension.

Later on that evening Dan found him restlessly awaiting his neighbour to come back, he had shaved, showered, watched the Tuesday night European game, hardly getting involved as Manchester City got through to the Semi Finals of the Champions League, and had also cooked a nice curry for dinner. Dan found himself drifting off to sleep around half eleven when he was roused from his sleep by a door shutting. He quickly turned off the TV and put his shoes on and found himself knocking on number 3 again.

“Hi Dan, How are you doing?” was Summer’s opening question as she opened the door.
“Hi Summer, all good thanks. I believe a parcel was delivered here for me?” Dan asked.

“Yes, let me go get it.” She replied as she turned and left Dan at the door, awaiting his special delivery. He did notice that Summer was all dressed up. She was a 20 something, long haired brunette who Dan had admired from afar, with stunning green eyes, that really hypnotic to look into, and a real curvy figure to match. He had even spied on her sunbathing in her yard the last year, gorgeous legs, and some real perky breasts, despite their size. He blinked away a little fantasy going on in his head as he saw her come back to the front door.
“There you go Dan, it rattles a bit, but do not worry I haven’t tried to guess what it is!” laughed Summer as she handed over the package. “You still off to St Lucia in June Dan? Need me to look after Puddy again for the week?”

“Yes I am, really cannot wait as only 7 weeks away now, beach diet starts tomorrow” Dan replied as he patted his belly. “Looking very glam for a Tuesday night, been out with the boyfriend tonight?” Dan asked politely, despite wanting to get back in and get his parcel opened.

“Boyfriend?” Summer queried, “Oh, you mean Tim! He is nowhere near boyfriend material Dan, He just has this most amazing cock, that I take full advantage off, but nothing serious there at all.” Summer replied and looked directly at Dan while saying this. Dan blushed, they had become friendly over the year they had been neighbours, as they both carried a spare key and helped look after each other’s pets at various times, but he had never heard her swear before, and why did he feel he was being tested, or maybe challenged to call her on it?
“Oh, Ummmm, I wasn’t prying, I just thought you two, well, you know..” Dan stuttered a response. Summer giggled at Dan’s slight uncomfortable stance, shifting his weight on each foot. She knew she had that glint in her eye but she really needed to get showered and in bed shortly so quickly said, “It is fine Dan, I am only teasing you, best get my beauty sleep, hope you enjoy your parcel, Goodnight, see you around.”

“Night Summer” replied Dan as he watched Summer close the door, shaking his head clear. Was he just imagining it or was Summer looking at him slightly weirdly then? He thought back to her being so upfront and honest about her fuck buddy and smiled to himself. Since when had he become a prude, he thought as he went back inside his house. Quickly, Dan locked all the doors and turned all the lights off before getting in bed and opening his new prized asset…

The gleaming new purple Birdlocked chastity device looked amazing, Dan felt the silicone sheath and admired the sturdy, yet very flexible, device and marvelled out how light and airy it was. He was so tempted to try it on, but was far too turned on right then, and with a big meeting meaning an early start. Slowly, he put the new device, and all of it’s little bits and pieces back into the little container it came in and put it on the top of his bedside cabinet. Drifting off to sleep Dan’s mind raced with the possibilities. He was currently single, and had such hugely submissive desires, that buying his first chastity device just felt right. Previous partners just had not wanted to be a part of his kinky lifestyle but he still retained hope that the right woman was out there for him.

Morning came and brought with it some superb sunshine. Dan’s meeting dragged all day as he was just wanting to try on his new chastity device, and feel that tightness around his cock, restricting his erections and that feeling of control, despite being able to take it off whenever he wanted. It seemed like forever but finally Dan got home around 6pm. Swiftly feeding Puddy and showering off the warm day before long he was dried and was led on the bed, awaiting his erection to subside to get the purple device finally on him. Dan prided himself on his self-control and had already gone ten days without an orgasm, which is why he was having issues getting soft as the thought of being in chastity was such a huge turn on. After ten minutes, his cock was finally close to being soft but just as Dan reached across to grab the device a loud knock on the door made him nearly jump out of his skin. “Jeez, who the fuck is that at this time?” Dan wondered as he scurried to get his pajama trousers on. “If it’s those Jehovah’s witnesses again I am gonna punch them.” Dan thought to himself as he bounded down the stairs.

What greeted Dan was not a Jehovah’s witness , but an absolutely stunning sight as Summer was standing there in just a pink bikini top and tight denim shorts on, she smiled sweetly as the door opened with Dan topless with just his pajama trousers . “Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you but I just shut myself out and wondered if I could grab my spare key off you?” Summer asked.

“Of course, come on in, you’re not interrupting me with anything, fancy a coffee or a cold drink? Even got a beer in the fridge if you fancy it?” Dan asked as they went through the dining room to the kitchen. “Would love a beer please” replied Summer, “been locked out since midday, I am such an idiot sometimes, How’s your day been?”

“Boring meeting all day here” said Dan as he opened the fridge and grabbed a can of Bud for Summer, he even opened the can before handing it to her, “ There, get your taste buds around that chuck! Loving the bikini, and to think it is not even May yet!” Dan commented. Although it was met with silence. Dan turned around to see Summer looking at him with that same glint in her eye that he thought he saw yesterday, He couldn’t help himself but glance his gaze over her body, taking in those magnificent breasts, and the slightly tanned stomach, he daren’t go any further down to her legs or else he would be making it too obvious so he quickly moved to the drawer and took out her key. “There is your key Summer.” Dan said as he passed her the key.

Summer bit her lip as she took the key and said, “thanks sweet, appreciate that, ummm , what about your other key, fancy giving me that too?” Summer locked on to Dan’s gaze as she said this.

Dan blushed automatically, and tried to keep composed when he said, “What key are you talking about chuck? Not sure I am following you.” Although the words came out in far too much of a stumble to Dan’s liking, but he hoped she hadn’t noticed this.

“Do not be shy Dan, I think I know what your little package was yesterday, and I know all about your naughty and kinky side, we share a wall remember, and I was also quite friendly with your ex, who told me all about certain things, and I have been more than intrigued since. So want to tell me what you got delivered last night?”

“Ummm, well, what do you think it was?” Dan mumbled, not knowing what else to say. How was he going to get himself out of this one? He thought Summer may be bluffing but could still feel his cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“Unless I am otherwise mistaken Dan, I think that you got a chastity device delivered last night” Summer said as she moved towards Dan, cornering him and then moving her hand onto his groin, she felt his cock stiffen more as she grabbed it over the trousers he had on. “Oooo is someone turned on by his dirty little secret? Why do you not confess everything to Goddess Summer Dan? Just tell me.” Summer smiled as she said this and gently rubbed his cock.

“Ahhh, Oh my, that feels so good, but yes, I admit it Summer…”

“I am no longer Summer to you subby boy, You shall address me as Goddess or Goddess Summer from now on.” Interupted Summer.

“Yes Goddess Summer, I admit it, my package yesterday was a chastity device, and I am submissive with a huge desire to please women, and would love to submit to you Goddess Summer, if you so wished.” Blurted out Dan before he had even realised what he was saying. Summer just smiled, she had waited and waited to be asked out by her neighbour, and when he was last away down south, she decided to go through his things for clues on why he may not be asking her out. She found a huge stash of bondage gear and a catalogue for chastity devices, and had spent the next couple of months doing research, before realising that she really did desire control. Control was what she had lacked in previous relationships, so once she had got her head around the kinky side of things, and the fact that she could just take pleasure without receiving it, she had decided to put everything she had learnt to the test.

“Well slave boy, I think you should get on your knees and start by kissing my feet to thank me for even thinking about taking your slave ass on.” Summer giggled as without a seconds hesitation Dan was on his knees and kissing her feet straight away. “mmmm you can work your way up to my knee slave” she said as she began to enjoy herself and really didn’t realise how much of a turn on having a grown man at her beck and call would be. Her panties began to feel slightly moist so she undid her denim shorts and pulled Dan’s head away as she wriggled them off her legs. She thought she heard a slight gasp from Dan as he caught sight of her shaved pussy for the first time. “Awww how cute” thought Summer, he really does worship the female form. “Right slave boy, I want you to bring me to orgasm, before we discuss your new rules, so get your tongue to work, and it better be good or you will be sorry.”

Dan got to work straight away, he worked his tongue up her thighs, slowly breathing in her aroma, before finally getting to her pussy. He worked his hands up her legs before slowly circling his tongue around her lips and teasing her clit out. He could already taste her sweetness as he plunged his tongue deep inside her, delighting at her inhale of breath as he did so, before beginning to settle into a steady rhythum up and down on her clit. As she felt her orgasm build Summer began to force his face into her, and grinding up and down on his tongue, “Oh yes slaveboy, just stick your tongue out and I will fuck your face” she excited said as she got closer and closer to her orgasm. Waves of pleasure rippled upwards from her clit spreading out all over her body and she cried out as she grinds her pussy over her new slaves face, holding his face deep into her crotch until she recovered from her orgasm.

“Good work slave boy, now let’s get you upstairs and some ground rules set.” Summer announced a few minutes after recovering from her intense orgasm. Dan led her upstairs before settling down on his knees in front of her as she sat on his bed. “Hop up on here” she patted the bed beside her as Dan jumped up and let down on his back. “Let’s get you comfy here”Summer said as she began to tie his wrists to the bed headboard with bondage tape. It took no time to get him securely fastened to the bed.

Summer produced a blue pill from her shorts and showed it to Dan, “Right slave boy, before we run through your new rules I need you all horny and harder than ever, so I want you to take this, and I shall be back shortly.” She advised, as she put the Viagra onto Dan’s tongue and quickly dropped some water into his mouth allowing him to swallow. “I think an hour to let that kick in, and we should be ready to discuss the future slave.” Said Summer, as she quickly rolled her shorts and panties off, popping the panties covered in her scent, into Dan’s mouth before pulling back up her shorts and skipping out the room….

To be continued…