Calling this place a cottage on the lake is really pushing it. I shouldn't complain, I really shouldn't but when I first started dating Zoe she had sold me on "her cottage" almost immediately. Finding out it was a double wide trailer, a half hour walk from the water AND we had to share it with her brother, sister and youngest cousin certainly took the shine off it.

But we'd been going there for three years and I was getting used to it. If we wanted to go on one of the nice weekends we inevitably ended up sharing it and had the smallest bedroom attached to a bathroom / shower thing. This Thanksgiving weekend was supposed to be different, everyone else in the family had their own plans - staying home or seeing other family so we had the cottage to ourselves.

And boy did I have something to be thankful for! I was going to cum AND as an extra special surprise, I was going to propose.

The last week had been our first time trying proper tease and denial, even though she had always been a massive tease. She excelled at whispering some of the dirtiest things at the most inopportune times. We'd be taking the subway to a concert and she whisper 'If you'll fuck me now, I'll let you do it raw for the first time ever' and various things she knew would turn me on but were never practical. It was going to be just short of two weeks since I'd last cum which in the grand scheme of the world is not that long, I'd gone longer when we were sick but never deliberately.

And, given that we were going to be away, we had decided to try chastity for the first time.

Whilst I could write paragraphs about some of the ways she teased me in the run up, her favourite was to have me lie down on the couch with my legs over her lap whilst we watched TV. She'd then spend the duration of the show casually groping and stroking my dick through my trousers. That was so hugely frustrating and made watching Monday Night Football almost impossible.

When it came to Wednesday I got the cage, we had bought months ago, from the secret drawer of mystery and for the first time I was going to wear it for more than a minute or two. Knowing full well I'd struggle to be small enough to fit into it if she was watching, I do most of the fitting on my own in the comfort of the toilet. When I appear in the living room I drop my sweats, she sits watching with a huge smile on her face as I turn the key. She gives a little joyful clap as I hand her the key. Without any sort of prompting or asking, she unclasped the necklace she was wearing and slid the key around it. We finished loading what we needed to and get in the car to drive the 90 minutes to the cottage.

"So what are you thankful for this Thanksgiving weekend?" she said with a snort. Every time I looked over at her during the drive I could see her playing with the key. Rubbing it, sliding it back and forth, stroking it. We'd be discussing the song that had just finished and I'd turn to see her dangling it from her mouth. Tomorrow is going to be the best thanksgiving ever. The two of us and one massive explosive orgasm from me and an engagement ring for her.

"This is going to be epic! Boy do I have a surprise for you!" Zoe says as we pull into the parking lot. I have a surprise too as I check my pocket to make sure that the ring box is still there.

And then we get to the cottage and find her sister is already there - with her kid!

So much for a dirty weekend.

The two of them are obviously shocked to see each other - both thought they had booked this weekend exclusively. I try and play peacemaker and broker an arrangement for us all to stay, knowing I'd be giving up my orgasm if I was successful. But I should know better than to get in between two passionate and loud siblings. They disappeared into one end of the trailer, sorry cottage, to continue their argument which was dredging up old grudges and stories I had never heard and left me chatting about football with the kid.

Sensible heads won through and all of us settled into the cottage for the weekend.

"I'm so sorry about this" Zoe said as we unload my car "apparently there's been a whole drama around booking this year that I was not aware of, it's been a massive cock up."

"About the only cock that will get up this weekend" I snark back, sort of under my breath

"Seriously? That's all you can think of." she says "If that's all that's important to you about this weekend maybe we will just leave that thing on. But we don't need her to see the key and start asking questions. I'm gonna take it off and put it in my bag."

So we spend Thanksgiving day doing a lot of normal stuff none of which you care about but here goes - we ate, we watched football and we took a sunset walk to the rock by the lake that their family always walks to. I stand there looking at Zoe as the sun disappears behind the trees. I am so unbelievably happy that she is in my life. As well as being an absolute demon inside the bedroom, she's one of the most wonderful caring people I know. She takes down her pony tail letting her curly blonde hair get blown in the wind before putting it back up in a bun. In my coat pocket I fumble around with the engagement ring box. I have waited to do this since I got the ring in the summer. I wanted it to be a private and romantic and just the two of us but with her sister here it seems inappropriate, especially as she's from a big family - last thing I want to do is start a fight because not everyone was present. I let go of the box and put it back in my pocket. I will do that another day.

"Hey come here," she says as she wraps her arms around me and whispers in my ear "Bet you'd like to bend me over right now and cum inside me and I'd let you but I forgot the key."

And all the time I was wearing a chastity cage. 24 hours approached and passed, which was way more than I'd expected. Using the bathroom was something I had to get used to but it wasn't until we settled in for a game of cards that night that I realised I had barely noticed I was caged all day, especially when I was sat still. However, all it took was a twist or a simple over stretch and I could feel the plastic.

On Friday morning I had mentioned the cage and that maybe we could consider taking it off and I'd promise to keep my hands to myself.

"I trust you, I do" she said "but really the safest place for the cage is where it is. Imagine you having to explain what it is to my sister if he saw it in our room"

Friday afternoon arrived, I had hit 40 hours in the cage, when her sister announced that the two of them were going out, expected back "in about an hour" and they'd bring pizza.

Zoe stood at the door in a hoodie and sweats and waved them off. The moment the door closed she took the sweater off. And there are her tits! And the chastity key!

"But wait there's more" she says as my jaw drops open. She drops her sweats and there she is stood there naked. Stepping out of her trousers and picking them up from the floor, she strides past me towards the bedroom as I mouth FUCK YEAH to myself.

By the time I reach the bed I'm also naked, throwing my underwear to the ground and bounding onto the bed.

"Right, time to make you thankful don't you think?" she said holding the key in her hand that's around her necklace as I nod. "As you'd expect, I'm still going to make you work for it, you're not getting it easy but we have, maybe an hour? And I'd like to tie you to the bed but probably best I don't in case they come back suddenly - so can you just pretend?"

I grab hold of the bed head, spread my legs and nod. And there I am, lying naked on the bed looking at the most beautiful woman in the world holding a key that will unlock my cage. I couldn't be happier. I can start to feel my cock twitch within the cage. She slides the key in and turns the lock. It slides out of it's encasement and she wiggles the plastic cover - freeing my cock. I'm harder than I thought as I see the blood rush to him. Her warm hands push one testicle then the next through the plastic ring and then next. She takes the cage into the little attached bathroom and returns to the bed.

"So tell me" she says crawling up to lie next to me "how did the chastity cage feel?"

"Honestly?" I say "After the first hour or so I barely noticed it."

"Really?" she says as she starts to stroke my cock. She has the most wonderful foreplay hand job technique. Never enough to make me cum but enough to keep me stimulated. This was different though. Her thumb runs up the underside of my cock. At the end of each stroke she circles it around the head of my cock a couple of times. The initial feeling is one of abrasion, pleasure and pain until the pre cum begins to lubricate the area and turns it to a soley pleasurable experience.

"Well yes" I reply letting out a little groan as her thumb rubs me again. "apart from having to be a bit careful when I pee I barely noticed I was wearing it."

"Interesting, so you could maybe wear it more?" she says changing from the soft padded part of her thumb to running her newly manicured bright red nail up and down my cock. I groan with pain and pressure "Filthy little pain slut. Tell me when you're close"

Her thumb nail is now exclusively scratching the sensitive skin on the underside of my cock. She flicks at it like she's trying pop the lid off a toothpaste. I groan.

"This hurts Zoe I don't think I'm going to cum" I say

"Really?" she says digging her finger nail into my cock head, squashing it. Her nail mashes into the tender flesh, rubbing and squeezing.

"Yes yes yes I'm going to cum. Don't stop." I say, which was the stupidest thing to say. Because that was exactly what she did.

"Right I'm going to watch some TV. Be back soon and don't forget you're tied to the bed" she said rolling off the bed, grabbing a robe and walking out.

Anywhere between 30 seconds and 30 minutes pass until she comes back in. I would be lying if I said I had stayed completely still, I'd scratched my balls and rubbed my elbows but I certainly didn't want to be sat there playing on my phone when she came back in.

"Aw look at him" she says pointing at my cock "he's so cute when he's tiny"

She climbs up on the bed and straddles me, sitting on my chest with her back to my face. She bends over moving her naked and by now quite wet cunt towards my face. She takes my whole flaccid cock into her mouth. It doesn't stay that way for long. A mixture of the warmth of her mouth and an occasional flick of her tongue cause the blood to start to rush to my cock and for it to grown larger. Eventually I can feel my dick rubbing against the roof of her mouth at which point she releases him and coughs and splutters.

"Tap me if you're close" she says before taking him back into her mouth. She hasn't sucked me from this angle before and it's nice. I'm going much deeper than I normally do. Her tongue rubbing against the head of my cock feels fantastic. Her lips. Her salavia. Everything is great. I don't count but she does this foe what feels like five minutes interspersed with her catching her breath and coughing from the gagging. I can feel the cum right there. Any minute now I will release it and explode. I drift into a state of bliss which is slightly interrupted by suddenly smelling her pussy and realising it's right there.

One long lick and another and another.

POP! She takes my cock out of her mouth.

"You know I can't multitask. If you're going to do that you're not going to cum" she says. I respond by burying my head in her snatch and flicking at her clit. She tries to occasionally kiss or suck my cock but, I'm just too damn good at using my tongue on her. I lap, I dart, I rub, I lick.

She cums. I am good at this. After she's stopped shaking and twitching, she stops straddling me and rolls next to me.

"Oh boy imagine if that was your only chance?" she said as she picks her phone up. She shows me a couple of memes and videos and we just lie there.

"My sister seems a lot happier" Zoe says after about ten minutes of chatting.

"Yeah ever since she got divorced she seems to be loving life" I say looking at the top of her head and remembering all the good times we'd had

"We always knew he was a deadbeat, she is so better without him" she says as she strokes my chest hair

"We'd make marriage work though wouldn't we" I say to her and she lies in silence. A minute passes.

"Did you just suggest we get married?" she says half jokingly

"Well....." I say "Actually no don't worry about it"

"No no no I'm really interested in what was going to follow that 'Well' please tell me" she said now sitting up and looking at me.

"Can I just get something" I say sitting up to be next to her.

"No you cannot" she says "Don't forget you're tied to the bed. I'll get it."

"Right hand pocket of my green jacket" I say as she bounds out of the room stark naked and heads towards the door. I hear an excited shriek followed by hearing her footsteps running towards the bedroom.

"YES YES YES YES" she screams as she jumps on the bed and starts kissing my face followed by a whole stream of consciousness from potential themes, venues and who's going to be invited. I barely get a word in but I couldn't be happier.

"So this was your surprise you mentioned? Shall I show you mine as this deserves something very special." she says reaching down to stroke my semi hard cock. It doesn't take long before it gets hard and she jumps on top of me.

My cock slides into her. She's wet but I feel the roughness of the skin inside her vagina. It's a new feeling.

"CONDOM!" I shout realising that I'm not wearing one and starting to panic at this being the very first time I've been inside her without one.

"Oh no" she says "We don't need that today. Now that I have this ring things have changed."

"mmmm yes" she says bouncing up and down on my cock "when you cum I'm going to sit on your face and you're going to clean up your fucking mess like a good little boy. That's my surprise for you"

"Yes" she says sliding herself up and down on my cock and pinning my arms to the bed "Yes yes yes yes"

As she cums the feeling is different, the skin on my cock is more stretched. It's more sensitive. She grips me tight. I'm close I could cum any second.

"YES" She yells as she throws her head back, digs her nails into my arms and tenses up as she has her second orgasm of the day.

"We're home. Where are you? What's going on?" her sister says from the other room.

"FUCK" she mouths to me sliding herself off me and leaving my cock lying their aching to cum. She leans in and whispers "At least I have a built in reason why I yelled yes. I'm gonna go out there and distract her with my ring. You clean up and don't forget to put the cage back on"

She throws on her hoodie and sweats and runs out of the room. I hear all this cheering and excitement as I go into the bathroom and look at the chastity device by the basin. I look at the toilet. I could just finish myself off now and no one would ever know. It'd only take two strokes. It'd be easy.

I turn the key in the lock and instantly regret making the correct decision.

I flush the toilet so I have an excuse. I get dressed and run out to see my fiancée dancing around the room. She looks so happy.

"Quick quick" her sister says making some room on the kitchen counter of the pizza "let's get a photo and then we'll call mom. Put your hands here."

We hold hands and put them on the counter. I look over at Zoe as she realises that I have the chastity key in my right hand. I swear I could see an evil twinkle in her eye.

"To the beginning of your new life together" her sister says taking the photo of the engagement ring and our hands secretly clasping the chastity key.

(First three chapters:

https://www.reddit.com/r/ChastityStories/comments/1f9qor4/the_orgasmdenial_spell_part_1/

https://www.reddit.com/r/ChastityStories/comments/1flikhy/the_orgasmdenial_spell_part_ii/

https://www.reddit.com/r/ChastityStories/comments/1g5h1on/the_orgasmdenial_spell_part_iii/)

Over the course of the following week, the blowjob from hell- or maybe it had been the blowjob from heaven, I was having a hard time deciding- continued to do a sweet mindfucking number on me. I couldn't stop thinking about Selena and what she'd done to me- both the blowjob and the spell itself, which had effectively rendered me chaste- except strangely, in a pattern I was beginning to recognize, during the time she and I talked during the week.

Let me explain.

First of all, it's not that we saw each other that week- we both had work, and other responsibilities- but it seemed even to me that it was a good thing for us not to see each other for a few days, anyway. It built anticipation for what was to come (or not come, as seemed to be my predicament), for one thing, but Selena also- future events would emphasize this to me- seemed to have a good sense of rhythm and pacing, just like a writer or a musician. She understood what she'd put me through, she understood the thoughts that were bouncing around in my mind, and I don't think she wanted to overload me. She also understood that the blowjob from heaven/hell had been something of a small masterpiece of torment, and she wanted to let its effects on me linger.

When I say, then, that our conversations were the only times during the week that my fevered brain settled down a bit, it's because our conversations were not the all-out tease-a-thons that you might expect- not that week, anyway- but fairly normal conversations about movies, music, books, work, what we'd studied in college- all of the cautious avenues through which we open ourselves and our worldviews to others. Through it all, I kept in mind that I was talking to someone who'd obviously been drawn to magic at some point in her life, drawn so intently that she'd become quite powerful, more powerful than just about anyone I could think of aside from Willow from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. And Willow wasn't real. Though she was cute. Almost as cute as Selena.

We talked about people we knew, like Emily, whose party we'd met at. The funny thing was that I almost hadn't gone that night. I used to be much closer friends with Emily, and had been a little surprised that she'd even texted me about the party that evening. Not that we'd fallen out or anything like that, just grown apart since we'd met about ten years earlier in college. We'd hooked up once or twice back then, but there were no hard feelings- or at least I didn't think there were. We'd stayed in touch over the years, but mostly through text. A tall, attractive girl with long brown hair and long legs, I had actually had a notion that maybe something could be rekindled between me and Emily...until I'd run into Selena, at any rate.

During my few moments of lucid thought that week, reflecting back on meeting Selena at that party, I realized that there was something nagging at me about the whole encounter. It was at the very edge of my consciousness, but I couldn't quite put it into words.

Still, as I suggested above, as much as talking with Selena naturally brought all my feelings of yearning and desire for her back to the surface, it also muted them somewhat, made them bearable...because I was with her (at least over the phone), she was interested in what I had to say, I was going to get to see her again. The only price I had to pay for all that was not being able to orgasm. And what did that really matter?

The night before I'd met her, I think I would've said that it mattered a great deal. But suddenly, curiously, it didn't seem to.

And besides, she would let me have an orgasm eventually.

Wouldn't she?

I made a point to bring that up with her. Yes- in a reasonable, businesslike manner, I would tell her that I loved the game we were playing, but that I hoped she did intend to let me orgasm at some point. That was only reasonable, wasn't it?

Yes- I'd bring it up just like that. That weekend, I promised myself.

The only real teasing I was subjected to before the weekend came towards the end of our call on Tuesday night, when I couldn't help it- she mentioned something that had happened to her at lunch that day, and I told her that earlier I'd taken an apple from the fridge to work, and that innocent piece of fruit had brought all the memories of the past weekend flooding back, which was true.

She laughed quietly at that. I wasn't sure where she was in her apartment, but something about her laughter (or maybe it was just my imagination) made me imagine that she was reclining on the same couch I'd been sitting on when she'd given me the blowjob from heaven/hell.

"You know, Matt", she said quietly, "'apple' actually is an important word for you. Just not quite in the way I said."

"What do you mean, Sel...uh, Miss Selena?"

I thought I could sense her smiling on the other end. Throughout our conversation that night, I'd actually simply been calling her Selena. But something had shifted in just a few moments, and now "Miss" seemed more appropriate.

"Well. It's your safeword."

"You mean...?"

"Mm-hmm. If there's something you're uncomfortable with, or even if you want to stop. Just say the word 'apple', and we can press pause. And discuss."

"That makes me feel a lot better, actually. I'll remember, Miss Selena. But I can't imagine wanting to stop right now."

That made her laugh. I told her that I had tried again a few times since I'd last seen her- tried to have an orgasm, that is- which was also true, and she laughed some more.

"I...I don't know if that's against the rules, or..."

"It's not", she replied, finally stifling her giggles. "It's okay, Matt. I don't mind you touching yourself. Why should I, now that we both know the outcome of that action is predetermined?"

"More frustration", I groaned, feeling myself press against the inside of my pants. I was beginning to associate that feeling- getting hard- with frustration and futility. Before I'd met Selena, it had often been a precursor to pleasure.

"Smart boy", she whispered. Her voice and her breathing seemed to have changed slightly, and now I imagined her lying back langorously on that couch, or maybe curled up like a sexy cat with violet-colored nails.

"I like that you tried, actually", she whispered. "Tell me more about it, Matt. What were you thinking about? How hard did you try? Maybe you just didn't want it enough?"

I attempted to answer, but all I seemed capable of was a moan of frustration. I was pretty sure I knew what she was doing on the other end of the line.

She giggled, prompting more whimpers from me. Just like that, with a snap of her fingers, she'd taken me from 0 to 60.

"Please let me cum, Selena", I whispered. Suddenly I felt that I'd never wanted to so badly in my life.

"Try again for me, Matt", she whispered as she continued to touch herself on the other end.

I did.

Friday night. To my surprise- to both my relief and quiet disappointment- the prevailing dynamic of the previous week (excepting Tuesday night's torture session, during which Selena had brought herself to orgasm over the phone) had carried over. The evening hadn't featured any elaborate or diabolical games of teasing. Selena hadn't opened the door in full leather-clad dominatrix garb, but rather in a cozy-looking sweater and a knee-length black cotton skirt. We'd more or less just had dinner at her place, and now we were watching a movie on the couch, my head resting on her lap while she reached down to rub my head and run her fingers through my hair from time to time. I wouldn't say that resting my head so close to her bare legs was helping me to think NON-sexual thoughts, exactly- okay, not even close- but nor was it cruel teasing. By the same token, the way I was lying could have been construed as submissive, but she didn't say or do anything throughout the course of the movie to make that explicit. I was fully dressed, by the way, black jeans and a t-shirt.

Maybe, I considered, that's because she didn't feel the need to make it explicit. I felt it deeply, and I think she did, too. Even without any teasing (unless you considered the absence of teasing a tease in itself), I felt like a nervous, tongue-tied teenager around her- wondering if we would make out later, but not quite daring to make the first move. I replayed moments in my mind of reaching out and touching a shoulder or a cheek, making eye contact, slowly moving in for a kiss. Terrifying at 16, but it got easier the more you practiced.

But now it was terrifying again. Believe me, a beautiful woman having complete control of your orgasms will make you a bit hesitant in that regard.

And the lack of explicit teasing was about to change, in any case.

When the movie ended, Selena patted me on the head, and I sat up. She looked at me with a somewhat devious smile, patted both of her bare knees thoughtfully, and said, "I have an idea."

Just the way she said it made my heart beat faster. "I like it already."

She laughed. "Don't be too quick to say so. It will be a test your self-control."

That was all it took to make me excited. I found myself biting my knuckle before I even knew what I was doing, and I involuntarily crossed my legs. "How...how does it work?"

Selena just looked at me for a few seconds. Then she said, "Remember those handcuffs I showed you? The ones from my purse?"

(I forgot to mention- for a very brief moment earlier that night, after we'd met outside "our" cafe, in a moment that could arguably be considered an instance of teasing, she had intentionally (?) allowed me to see a pair of padded handcuffs inside her purse. The effect on me had been as I think she'd intended.)

I swallowed. "Yes."

"Yes who, Matt?"

"Yes, Miss Selena." The last few hours, which had seemed almost like a normal date, faded away instantly.

"Good boy." By this point she was up at her dresser, reaching for her purse. I heard the faint sound of metal. Then she approached me grinning, with her hands hidden behind her back. I swallowed again, and looked up at her with what I hoped were the most persuasive puppy-dog eyes I could muster. Quickly, in one fluid motion, she was sitting on top of me, straddling me on the couch. Her black skirt extended over only the uppermost parts of her legs now (not to mention my lap), its hem tickling me, and her sweatered upper body resting a few inches away from mine. It was quite a modest, purple, hanging-out-around-the-house sweater (the same color she'd painted her fingernails and toenails), but I could still vaguely make out the shape of her breasts beneath. Not that I stared. Or I tried not to, anyway. Attentive readers will recall that I had not yet seen her breasts, not once, and it seemed to me that there was at least an additional t-shirt and bra between me and them. Her hands were still hidden behind her back.

She smiled at me playfully, and when she spoke it was closer to a whisper. "Here's how this is going to work. I'm going to give you three chances to be handcuffed." She tapped me on the nose once, gently, and then continued, her lips a few inches from mine. "The catch is, Matt, I know you find the idea exciting. So you need to be a good boy and control yourself while I do it."

I moaned out loud. "You mean..."

She nodded. "I think you've guessed it, Matt." Her tone was suddenly a little sharper, a little more authoritative. Not angry by any stretch, but letting me know that this wasn't a debate. "No erections."

Pressing her hands against the couch behind me and disentangling our bodies, she added, happily, "And you've just lost round one!"

I groaned perhaps louder than I had since I'd met her. "But Se- I mean, Miss Selena, that's not FAIR..."

She giggled happily, practically skipping over to her chair, clearly delighted at having set the rules so clearly in her favor. "No, I guess it isn't", she chirped. "I'll give you five minutes", she added, picking up her book.

I took a deep breath and tried surfing the channels on her TV. I avoided the channels that I knew showed movies, because you never knew what kind of scene might be playing. Instead I found myself flipping through sports channels, and settled on a baseball game. The moribund Chicago White Sox, currently on a 9-game losing streak, were playing The Baltimore Orioles. Sweaty men with mustaches running around a diamond- quite possibly the least sexual thing I could ever hope to see, at least as far as I was concerned. Perfect. I took a deep breath and tried to focus on the game as much as possible. All the while, Selena hummed quietly and contentedly while reading, as if she held all the cards. Even in that moment I think I knew that she did. What's more, I liked it.

All too soon, Selena stood up. "That's five minutes. Ready to try again?"

I was as ready as I'd ever be. "Um...just out of curiosity, Miss Selena", I asked as she approached me with her hands behind her back again, "what will we do once I'm...you know...cuffed?"

She looked amused. "Do you really want me to answer that", she said, biting her lip, "when your mission...your goal...your assignment, my good boy...is to stay soft?"

I swallowed hard and willed myself to relax. "Good point. Thanks, Miss Selena." Simply calling her that excited me, which didn't seem entirely fair either, but I didn't raise the point.

"Of course", she said, quickly straddling me again. Her voice had returned to a whisper. "I want you to have a fighting chance."

After a week of wanting to cum more badly than I ever had before in my life, I was painfully aware of her skirt riding up her legs, her panties resting against the front of my jeans. My penis was aware of it, too. It felt like heaven- or at least like I was at the gates of heaven. This was the definition of unfair. I took a deep, shuddering breath and tried to stop my legs from trembling. Her hands were still behind her back.

She looked me in the eyes. Moved forward. Planted a soft kiss on my lips. Let it linger for a second. Two.

...And stood up laughing, smoothing her skirt over her legs. I stifled a sob, pressing my hand to my face and letting myself collapse on my side, groaning and shuddering.

Selena laughed gleefully, triumphantly, and practically hopped back to her chair and her book.

When she'd sat down once again, legs crossed, she smiled fondly at me. "Now, you had a question?"

I managed to compose myself, mentally calculating that I was probably already down to four minutes left, and I would need to turn back to the baseball game ASAP. "I was just wondering...Miss Selena...what we were going to do after you...you know, after you cuff me?"

Still smiling, she said, "Well, at the moment, I would say the answer to that is unlikely to be relevant. You're at two strikes after all, Matt. Since you're watching baseball. I'm tempted to say it's not the kind of thing that a submissive boy like you really needs to worry about, but...oh..."

She paused, twirling her hair around one finger and letting her top leg swing gently, hypnotically, from right to left. Her toenails were still painted violet and her legs were bare, but something about the combination of shadows and light almost made it look like she was wearing a pair of sheer stockings. Or maybe that just tells you something about the imagination of a subjugated male.

"Oh...let's just say..." She fixed her eyes on me. "Nothing you won't like. Possibly something super sexy, to be played out on my bed over there." She nodded in that direction, and my eyes momentarily followed her gaze. Her voice became quiet, distant, almost as if she were fantasizing herself. Her swinging leg continued to have an almost hypnotic effect on me. "You might even get to see what I'm wearing under this sweater. I actually really like the bra I wore today. Without wanting to flatter myself, I think it's quite becoming. Violet, lace. Victoria's Secret, are you familiar with that brand?" She asked this while turning back to her book and appearing to scrutinize a passage.

I'd looked back towards the television, which was unfortunately on a commercial. I tried to keep the anguish out of my voice, but it was impossible. My erection felt like it was about to burst through my jeans. "I've...I've heard tell", I managed in a trembling voice.

"It would almost be a shame if you didn't get to see it", she continued dreamily, almost to herself, still reading, one long leg swinging happily from side to side.

She looked up from the book. "Or maybe, if you're very good, I'll give you another blowjob. Maybe I'll let you choose between that and seeing under my sweater."

My voice trembled along with my body at the thought of another blowjob. "One where I...where I get to...orgasm?"

She held my gaze for a second before bursting into giggles that almost caused her to drop her book. Then she shook her head slowly, cupping her face and smiling at me. "Of course not, silly."

All I could do was squeeze my eyes shut and push my head back against the couch, my hips rising up and humping the air. In body, mind and spirit, I wanted another blowjob from heaven/hell. Needed it. "Please, Miss Selena", I whispered plangently.

"Oh well. You probably want to think about something other than my bra. Three minutes left, by the way."

They were somehow both incredibly slow and incredibly long. The game returned, and I couldn't follow anything that was happening. Nevertheless, the familiar rhythms of sport brought me back from the world of erotic longing ever so briefly...until I heard Selena say, "Time's up."

I heard the clink of the chain as she stood up, and she approached me one last time with her hands behind her back. I tried thinking about the Orioles and the White Sox, mountains and deserts. Walking through a dry desert, sex the last thing on my mind.

One last time, she straddled me. I felt the weight of her body against mine, her breasts against my chest, and she kissed me softly again. But this time I was ready for it, had already catalogued it as one of the challenges I'd have to face. My legs were shaking slightly, but I told my body that there was nothing to get overly excited about. The kiss was old news.

She pulled back from the kiss and I was aware of metal and leather resting against my left thigh- the cuffs- as she took each one of my hands in hers, interlocking our fingers and guiding my wrists behind my back, her breasts again pressing against mine as she did so. My mouth was on her shoulder in this position, and I kissed it through the sweater very gently and worshipfully, hoping that wasn't against the rules. I could smell her perfume. I was getting lost in her beauty, but the simple act of kissing also seemed like a way to divert some of my body's energy and excitement.

I felt her reach for the cuffs, and then a padded cuff began to wrap around one of my wrists. I was practically holding my breath. "I'm impressed, Matt", she whispered. "It looks like you're going to get to see what's underneath my sweater after all. What's underneath my skirt. Or at least have the choice to. Are you ready to be my prisoner?"

I took a deep, shuddering breath. My whole body was shaking. Just a few more seconds, I thought.

She giggled lightly in my ear. "But a blowjob where you get to finish at the end." Slight "tsk-tsk-tsk" as she shook her head. "The very idea. You know that's not for you. Not anymore."

I groaned with superhuman effort as she shifted on top of me and I noticed her skirt ride up one of her legs, the warmth of her thigh pressing close to my groin. Not anymore? I tried to shrug off the implications. Especially because there was some small non-rational part of me that was turned on by the implications. All that mattered in this moment was staying soft. All that mattered was that, in a matter of moments, I was going to really see Selena's beautiful, amazing body. The night was going to be an odyssey of teasing beyond my wildest imagination, an odyssey that would make this seem like foreplay.

She moved to my right side, taking the wrist that was still free in hand. In this position, she was leaning to my side. I felt the cuff beginning to encircle my right wrist, and as it did so, she whispered in my ear: "Click."

...

...And threw back her head, giggling, disengaging from me at the same time.

I fell over to my side again, groaning and trying not to sob, pounding the couch once- twice- in futility. I felt my erection pressing helplessly against the cushions from inside my jeans. "I was SO close..."

From her reading chair, she smiled fondly at me, shaking her head. "SO close..."

I closed my eyes, with my now full-fledged erection pressing maddeningly hard into her couch, and remembered that, even if I were at home by myself, there'd be nothing that I could do about it. I tried to imagine the purple lace Victoria's Secret bra that I wasn't going to get to see, but somehow I couldn't conjure up even an image in my mind's eye. It was almost as if my unconscious mind had decided to show obedience towards Selena, as well. I could almost imagine her in my head, reminding me that boys who can't control their erections don't get to fantasize.

Raising my left hand, still cuffed, I said, "Miss Selena, you uh...left this attached to my wrist."

She shrugged, opening up her book again. "I think we can keep it like that for a little while. It looks good on you, Matt. And it's not like it's so different from what we were going to do, anyway. The only real difference is you're not cuffed to my bed, and I'm not straddling you in my lingerie. Not removing my bra while you watch, letting you see me in stockings, that sort of thing. But maybe you'll show better self-control next time! And"- she clapped her hands together as if just struck by the idea- "tonight, we could still watch another movie, if you want. Maybe play chess, or monopoly?"

“I hope you’re looking forward to your punishment” Andre gloated as Lando’s papaya McLaren streaked round the streets of Melbourne. “Ugh, I can’t believe I made that stupid bet” Carly said, sweat beading at her temples as she desperately willed Verstappen on. “Haha no going back now” he teased, picturing his best friend without her Red Bull top on. “Haha, one whole hour, you’re all mi-“the words died in his throat as he stared, horrified at the TV.

“And Lando Norris is pulling over to the side of the track, blue smoke trailing out the back of his car and it’s heartbreak for the young driver”

Andre’s stomach dropped, his heart jumping into his throat as he glanced over at Carly. The grin of a Cheshire Cat was written across her face, she chuckled, “One whole hour, huh? We’re going to have so much fun.” Andre pushed his straggly blonde locks out of his eyes and gawped at the TV as Norris climbed out of his car and strutted off in disgust.

“Andre, be a dear and get on your knees for me” Carly giggled. Andre stood motionless, struggling to process his drastic change of fortune. “Come on now, we both know this is what you really wanted” Andre swallowed and sunk to his knees, crawling towards Carly’s outstretched hand. “That’s my good boy” Carly purred as she ran her fingers through his curly blonde hair and bent down to kiss him on the cheek. She whispered into his ear, “Be a good sport and cheer Max home.” “Ugh, B-but Carly” he stammered “Andre” she replied sternly, intense dissaproval in her emerald eyes. “Go Max Go” Andre growled, ashamed as he heard the words come out of his mouth. “Awh, you’re such a good cheerleader, we ought to get you some Pom poms” Carly teased.

Andre bowed his head in shame, his cheeks burning as the image of him in a skimpy Red Bull Cheerleading skirt flashed through his mind. Carly and Andre had been friends a few years now and she knew well about his penchant for showing off.

“And Max Verstappen comes home to win the first Grand Prix of the year, sending the Red bull fans into a furore.”

“Woohooo!!” Carly cheered, jumping off the sofa and dancing about the living room. “A Max win and a hot slave at my feet for the next hour” she gloated “simply lovely.”

Andre shook his head as he watched Christian Horner pumping his fists in the air. His anger at the result raged against the arousal coursing through his body.

“Ok Andre, you’re going to strip for me and kneel facing the door, eyes shut as you wait for me. Am I understood?” “Yes Ma’am” he said, sinking into submission.

Andre quickly shed his clothes and crawled to the door, his toned butt swaying from side to side. “Mmmm, looking good” Carly catcalled, making Andre blush bright red as he reached the door and knelt with his arms behind his back. He tried in vain to slow his breathing as he waited.

CLICK CLACK CLICK CLACK Andre’s heart skipped as Carly walked towards him. He felt a fingernail run along his muscled shoulders, “You’re going to be my little bondage toy today boy.” Carly whispered, “now stand up and face your Mistress.” Andre obeyed, his 6’3 frame towering over Carly’s 5’2. His eyes ran down her body as he saw she’d ditched the pyjama shorts completely and was now wearing her Red Bull tee, high heeled boots and a black lace thong. He was still staring as she tossed her long, red hair over her shoulder and grabbed the sides of his face, re-directing his gaze to those piercing green eyes. “Put your hands in those cuffs and try to keep your drool from hitting the floor Andre.” Andre obeyed as she released her grip, threading his wrists through the soft cuffs attached to the jambs at the top of the door. “Don’t you look a pretty picture” Carly said, taking in his thickly muscled arms and chiseled six pack, bands of muscle pointing directly down to his smooth, hard dick. “Thank you Ma’am” he blushed.

Carly stepped into Andre and kissed him, his mouth parting for her tongue as she pushed into him. He strained against the door, trying to lean in further, desperate for her embrace. He was so focused on her velvety red lips he didn’t hear the drawer opening to his right. She pulled back and he tried to follow, only to find a bright red ball gag being shoved into his mouth and buckled up tightly. Andre’s eyes shot open as he tried to protest but soon a soft, black blindfold was slipped over his eyes.

“I’m sorry Andre, but I don’t want you to see my masterpiece before it’s time, now be a good boy and hold still.” Andre was shocked to feel the tip of a sharpie gliding across his skin, writing on his chest. “Just making you look extra special” Carly said soothingly as she continued to work on his torso.

Andre’s protests were quickly muffled by the gag, so he gave in to the sensations of the leather against his wrists, the cool morning air on his chest and the dancing of the marker pen.

“Ouch” Andre yelped into the gag as a pair of silver clamps joined with a chain were tightened onto his nipples. “Come on Andre, surely you knew you’d be getting some jewelry” Carly said as she sank to her knees and rolled a red thong up his legs, giving his hard dick a tug as she worked his package into the snug lace.

“You’re gonna love this” Carly said as she removed Andre’s blindfold. He blinked the bright lights out of his eyes and came face to face with a mirror, showing black writing covering his naked body. In big bold letters, RED BULL was branded across his chest, “Max’s no.1 fan” affixed to his stomach and “gives you wings” following the bend of the nipple clamp chain. “Mmmmfffpppgg mmmmfff” he wailed in vain, writhing against the restraints. His face going beet red as he desperately tried to escape. “Now the whole world is gonna know how much you love Red Bull” Carly announced, brandishing a camera phone. “Now be a good boy and smile for me” Andre fought and twisted to no avail as Carly took shots from every angle. “Everyone on insta is gonna love this” she giggled, “Noooo!” Andre yelled, finally successful in spitting out the gag. “You can’t upload those” “Don’t worry, I’m only joking silly.”

Relief flooded Andre’s body, the humiliation of being exposed as a Verstappen fan boy was more than he could take. “I’ve just sent them to Max and Christian” Carly said, an evil smile across her face. “But I’m sure they’ll never even see them.” As she finished her sentence, the phone pinged and Carly’s eyes lit up

The moment his hands gripped my thighs, I knew he was in for the ride of his life. My muscles tensed under his touch, and I could feel the tension in his fingers as he tried to steady himself. He was nervous, but that only made this more exciting. I leaned down, brushing my lips against his ear, and whispered, "You ready for this?"

He nodded, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation. I couldn't help but smile. This nerdy guy had no idea what he was getting into. I straightened up, positioning myself over his body, my thighs straddling his waist. The way his chest rose and fell with each breath was almost hypnotic. He was so tiny compared to me, so vulnerable. It turned me on more than I cared to admit.

"Hold on tight," I commanded, my voice dripping with authority. "I'm about to lift you."

His grip tightened on my legs, and I could see the hesitation in his eyes. But there was no backing out now. I shifted my weight, using my core strength to hoist him upward. His feet left the ground, and for a second, he looked like a deer caught in headlights. But then, he relaxed into it, trusting me completely.

I adjusted him so that his back was pressed against my chest, my arms wrapped around his torso. From this angle, I could see the disbelief and awe on his face. He was in my domain now, completely at my mercy. And I reveled in it.

"Alright," I murmured, guiding him towards the bed. "Time to try something new."

I set him down gently, positioning him on his back. He looked up at me, his eyes questioning. I smiled, my hand moving to stroke his cheek. "Don't worry," I reassured him. "Just let me take control."

I climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips once more. But this time, I flipped him over so that he was lying flat on his stomach. His body stiffened beneath me, but I didn't let that deter me. I wanted him to understand that this was my game, and he was merely a player in it.

Using my strength, I lifted him again, this time turning him so that he was facing upward. His eyes met mine, and for a moment, everything else faded away. There was just us, and the intense connection we shared.

"Look at you," I teased, my voice low and husky. "So small and helpless."

A blush spread across his cheeks, but I could tell he was excited. He liked being at my mercy, enjoyed the thrill of not knowing what I would do next. I shifted my position, bringing him closer to the edge of the bed. His legs dangled awkwardly, but I didn't care. All that mattered was the look of pure pleasure on his face.

I leaned down, kissing him deeply. His lips were soft against mine, and I could taste the sweet anticipation radiating off him. I pulled away, trailing kisses down his neck, my hands roaming over his body. His skin was smooth, and I could feel his heart pounding beneath my fingertips.

"Do you trust me?" I asked, looking into his eyes.

He nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. "Yes," he whispered.

I grinned, my confidence growing. "Good," I said, lifting him slightly. "Because I'm going to show you something you've never experienced before."

I positioned him so that his back was flush against the mattress, his legs spread wide. I hovered above him, my body casting a shadow over his small frame. His eyes trailed up to meet mine, and I could see the mixture of fear and excitement bubbling beneath the surface.

"Ready?" I asked, my voice a seductive purr.

He nodded, his hands trembling as they reached out to grasp my hips. I took that as my cue. With a controlled motion, I lowered myself onto him, feeling him fill me completely. His gasp echoed in the room, and I savored the sensation. This was how it was meant to be—me in control, him submitting to my every whim.

I began to move, slowly at first, letting him adjust to the feeling. His hands clutched at my hips, trying to steady himself, but I knew he wouldn't last long. I increased the pace, my hips slamming into his with force. His moans grew louder, and I could feel his body tensing in preparation for release.

"That's it," I murmured, leaning down to kiss him again. "Let go for me."

His orgasm hit hard, his body convulsing beneath mine. I continued to move, milking him for all he was worth. When he finally went limp, a satisfied grin spread across my face. I had done that. I had taken control, and he had loved every second of it.

I eased off him, watching as he struggled to catch his breath. His eyes fluttered open, and he looked up at me with a mix of admiration and exhaustion. I brushed a strand of hair from his face, my thumb stroking his cheek.

"You did good," I whispered, my voice softer than before. "Now, how about we try something different?"

He nodded, his eyes lighting up with curiosity. I helped him roll over, positioning him on his back once more. This time, I moved to sit between his legs, my hands resting on his thighs.

"Reverse missionary," I explained, seeing the blank look on his face. "You'll enjoy this, I promise."

With that, I positioned myself over him, my knees on either side of his head. I could see the confusion in his eyes, but I ignored it, focusing instead on the task at hand. I lowered myself onto him, feeling him penetrate me from a new angle. The sensation was intense, and I couldn't help but moan at the contact.

"Oh God," I breathed, moving my hips in slow, deliberate circles. "This feels amazing."

His hands found their way to my hips, gripping them tightly as he tried to match my rhythm. I leaned forward, bracing myself on his knees, and increased the pace. The angle allowed for deeper thrusts, and I could feel his length hitting places it hadn't before.

"Fuck," I groaned, my voice strained with effort. "You feel so good, baby."

His grip tightened even more, and I knew he was close. I reached down, wrapping my hand around his shaft, and began to stroke him in time with my movements. His breath hitched, and I could see the strain in his eyes.

"Come on," I urged, my voice a sultry whisper. "Let go for me."

His orgasm hit hard, his body arching off the bed as he spilled inside me. I rode out the waves of pleasure, my own release building with each passing second. When it finally hit, I collapsed onto his chest, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

We lay there in silence for a moment, the only sound our combined breathing. Then, I lifted my head, looking down at him with a sly smile.

"What's next?" I asked, my voice playful. "More fun, or should we take a break?"

As I positioned him on the bed, my muscles rippling with each movement, I could see the mix of fear and excitement in his eyes. His glasses had slipped down to the tip of his nose, and he pushed them back up with a trembling hand. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Absolutely," I replied, my tone confident and reassuring. "Trust me."

I straddled him in the reverse missionary position, my strong thighs flexing as I adjusted my weight. His smaller frame felt almost delicate beneath me, but I knew what I was doing. My hands gripped his hips firmly, and I began to lift him slightly off the bed, my core tightening with the effort. He gasped, his hands instinctively reaching for my shoulders for support.

"You're so light," I teased, grinning down at him. "This is going to be fun."

With one swift motion, I lifted him higher, bringing his face level with mine. His eyes widened in surprise, and I could see the mixture of awe and nervousness in his expression. I leaned in, capturing his lips in a deep kiss, my tongue exploring his mouth with a hunger that matched my body's need.

As our kiss broke, I shifted my grip, lifting him even higher. His legs wrapped around my waist, his small frame resting against my chest as I held him effortlessly. "Ready?" I whispered, my breath hot against his ear.

He nodded, his nerves momentarily forgotten as he surrendered to the thrill of being completely in my control. I began to move, lowering him onto my throbbing cock with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through both of us, my muscles straining with the effort of lifting and penetrating him simultaneously.

His moans filled the room, a symphony of passion and submission. I could feel his heartbeat against my chest, fast and frantic, matching the tempo of our coupling. "Fuck, you're incredible," he panted, his words spurring me on.

I increased the pace, lifting him higher and faster, my strength evident in every motion. The headboard banged against the wall with each thrust, the sound echoing our primal rhythm. I could feel his orgasm approaching, his body tensing in anticipation.

"Come on my face," I commanded, my voice firm and authoritative. "I want to feel it."

He hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching mine for reassurance. "Do it," I urged, my tone leaving no room for doubt.

With a final, powerful lift, I brought his face to mine, positioning him just right. His release came quickly, a torrent of cum splattering across my cheek and lips. I tasted him, savoring the salty essence, as he slumped against me, spent and satisfied.

"Your turn," he murmured, his voice weak with exhaustion.

Inspired by his surrender, I quickened my pace, my orgasm building rapidly. With one last, desperate thrust, I came, my climax shaking me to the core. As I lowered him gently back onto the bed, I collapsed beside him, our breaths mingling in the aftermath of our shared ecstasy.

Finale – The Doorbell

Reed pulled into the driveway, barely even focusing on driving. He was rock hard in his pants, anticipating the evening’s activities. Tonight was the night, the night he would finally get to cum, the night he was tasked with breeding Faith, the night he had been waiting for. He got out of the car quickly, nearly forgetting the bottle of red wine that he had been told to bring. He rushed through the cool air of the evening, it was past dark and got to the front door. On the front door was a note, similar to the one that Faith had received.

REED,

1.     Strip

2.     Ring doorbell

3.     Look but don’t touch

4.     Accept offering

“Wait, strip and then enter?” He glanced around nervously, thankful that there were no neighbors within eyeshot. He quickly lost his pants, shirt and boxers, leaving him exposed totally to the elements. With that, he rang the doorbell.

A few moments passed, each one an agony, both because of how badly he needed to cum, and how he was totally exposed outside, somehow that made it feel even naughtier.

“Come in!” Janes voice ringed from inside, and so Reed entered the house, dumbstruck by what he found. In front of him was Faith, their first time meeting in person in years. She was completely naked, kneeling in front of him. She had a ring gag in her mouth and was blindfolded. He stepped in, his cock a mere few inches from her mouth. The third command from the note was the hardest command that he had ever been given. He wanted nothing more than to plunge into her mouth and put his much pent-up load into her. He could tell she wanted it too, she had left a wet spot on the floor, and was eager, even if she couldn’t see who it was. It took everything in his willpower to take his eyes off her and see the plate that had been left for him, the final command.

On the plate were 4 objects. A metal cock ring, a small blue pill, and a small plug with some lube. With all of Jane’s commands that she had given him through the past few weeks, he knew how to use all of them. He lubed up the plug, and inserted it, with a grunt it went in. The cock ring was a different story. Being already hard, it was difficult to put it on, especially having Faith next to him, looking the way, she did. Eventually he got it on, and it pronounced his cock even more. His veins were a deep purple, and to say he was sensitive was an understatement. One or two good pumps and that would be it.

Just as he was taking the pill, Jane walked into the foyer where he and Faith were. She was wearing a pair of black garters and panties, and a top that simply covered the area around her breasts. Her heels clicked down the hall as she eyed up Reed and Faith. Cocking her eyebrow and saying nothing, she attached a leash to the cock ring. And lead him to the couch in the living room.

“Sit” She commanded, throwing him down onto the couch. He landed on his back, and she dropped the leash. He was breathless at how turned on he was, and she clicked down the hall again to get Faith. She brought her over and got her to kneel just overtop of Reeds face. She took a hold of the leash again, and uncovered Faiths eyes, and when she saw what was happening, her eyes went wide.

“If this is happening, it’s happening on my terms.” Jane commanded, tugging on Reed’s leash, making his cock bounce and throb. “Tonight, we are breeding Faith, Reed, the pill you took will keep you hard and going for a long time. The goal is to have you cum as much as possible into her. But first, we need to make you both as excited as possible.”

She smiled and tugged a few more times. Reed was more animal than man at this point, wanting nothing more than to cum, especially with Faith’s pussy hanging mere inches from his face. He could see how wet she was, and it only served to make him harder.

“Before we get to the main course, we must first appreciate an appetizer.” Jane took the bottle of wine that Reed had and uncorked it. She took a deep sniff, and sighed, making both Faith and Reed wait and wait before any action happened. Then, she poured a small stream down Faith’s collarbone, past her breasts, down her tummy, and down to her clit, dripping from there to Reed’s mouth.

“Open wide” she smirked, pushing Faith down onto Reed’s face, marking the beginning of a long, and awaited night.

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Jane was impressed by 2 things in that moment. The first was how quickly Reed made Faith cum by eating her out, though she had been denied for over a month. The second, was that Reed had not yet cum, due to all this stimulation, she was impressed, this would be a good evening. Every time she tugged on the leash he groaned, and with how purple and engorged his cock was, she could tell the first time or two wouldn’t take long.

She poured more wine down Faith and onto Reed, Faith was just about to cum for the second time and was getting quite loud. She rocked her hips over Reed’s face, making a huge mess, not that he cared.

“Time for the main course I think” Jane pulled Faith off of Reed, and didn’t allow her to touch his cock, even though she tried. She directed Faith as she pulled Reed by the leash up to the bedroom, where she had a swing set up. She put Faith into it, legs spread wide and inviting. She traced her finger over Faith clit, making her shudder, and set Reed up in front.

“Are you ready?” Jane smirked, getting behind Faith. Reed was ready to enter Faith, finally, but Jane stopped him. “You can only go as fast as I pull you” Jane pulled on his leash, and it pulled him forward, just to Faith’s willing hole. She gave him a few false starts, and then the one. She pulled him all the way into Faith. This was the moment they had all been waiting for, Faith threw back her head and moaned loud, Reed grunted and tried with all his might not to cum on the first stroke. Jane let go, and pulled him back, agonizingly slowly. His cock was glistening with both Faiths juices, and with his own precum. She kissed faith on the neck and ear, breathing hard herself.

“Are you ready little duck?” Faith nodded her head, looking at Reed and Jane lustfully, simply wanting more. Jane could tell that Reed was right on the edge, and sealed the deal, and the contract with one final pull.

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Faith had never felt more in love with Jane than she did as she felt Reed spill his seed into her. He had an iron grip on her hips and pulled himself as deep into her as he could. She could feel his spurts, as he filled her up with more cum then she had ever felt before. As he finished, he slipped out, and a geyser of cum followed, dripping all over the floor. At this time, Faith had cum a couple of times, but Reed only once, she decided to make it up to him.

Jane took her out of the swing, and set her on the bed, legs spread wide. Reed joined her, and even though he had just cum, whether it was from how much he had left, or the pill, he was already ready to go. Faith saw Jane watching as Reed entered her again, his plug making light dance onto the walls as he thrusted. Faith moaned as he continued, pushing his previous load out as he prepared to load her up again. Before long, she felt him spurt into her again, causing her to cum as well.

Jane flipped her onto all fours and motioned for Reed to continue. Faith watched her as she went in front of Faith and took off her panties.

“Reed can’t have all the fun” she motioned for her to begin eating, “come show me how much you love me.” Faith went deep and fast, it was hard to eat Jane out while she was being pounded by Reed, but eat she did, until all three of them were covered in cum, and sweat.

“Have fun sweetlings?” Jane asked, as the 3 cuddled in bed together – knowing they should get up and clean themselves off, but too utterly exhausted to make it happen.

All that came from Reed was a grunt, he had been a trooper, came more times than either could count, enough that he was firing blanks, even though he was still hard. Faith cuddled into both of them deeper as Jane asked the question. Jane looked into her quickly closing eyes;

“I love you Duck.”

“I Love you too Goose.”

End

The door behind and to Edith’s right slowly opened. Standing in the door way was the most beautiful woman either of them had ever seen. Mistress Marie was perfect in every way possible, the epitome of female elegance . The Yves Saint Laurent evening gown shimmered in the dim light and with the strong lights behind her created the perfect Goddess silhouette . Daisy recognised the iconic style and gracefulness in every line having worked in the fashion industry . The dress was frightening figure hugging and left neither of them in any doubt that this Woman ruled. Mistress Marie raised her left hand and rested her long beautiful arm against the door frame drinking in the vision before her. She smiled warmly and chuckled as she raised one perfect eyebrow.

“Well, what have we here ? Miss Edith you have clearly out done yourself my dear. Doesn’t Daisy look simply devine ? What once was our young debtor has now been transformed into my perfect slutty house maid. Edith you are without doubt a marvel. If Daisy serves as well as she looks she will do us all proud.”

Daisy was about to say something but Miss Edith predicted this need to try and speak and so effortlessly kicked Daisy gently in her swollen sack which rendered her speechless. Edith then whispered in Daisy’s ear that she must always wait to be invited to speak. Daisy’s mind was racing and her need to escape at its all time high. But she remain locked and restrained at the mercy of these two beautiful women.

Mistress Marie hid her smiles as Edith really was a strict disciplinarian.

“I’m sure young Daisy here will be eager to learn to serve us all beautifully in no time. And if she doesn’t perform her duties to perfection then Mistress you could always consider giving her away this Christmas as a present. “

“What a wonderful idea Edith as I’m sure that Daisy would strive even more so to please us if she knew that we might sell her to an even more cruel Master or Mistress if she fails to do so . Perhaps Edith I might gift Daisy to you this Christmas Eve as she would look lovely hanging in your stocking or tide to the foot of your bed?”

Both women laughed as they loved to tease on every level. Mistress Marie stepped from the door way and advanced towards Daisy. She walked like a model upon the catwalk as if she knew well the gaze of others. She understood the effect she had on both men and women. But the effect she had on Daisy was unique as Daisy was trying frantically to understand and evaluate her present circumstance. Mistress Marie could see a myriad of emotions flashing across Daisy’s face. She saw first confusion then apprehension . She saw anger and then fear take hold as Daisy understood that these women meant what they said. She saw frustration and desire in Daisy’s eyes and in Daisy’s cock as it fought the chain mail cock cage as she came close and closer. When Mistress Marie was close enough she met Daisy’s wide eyed gaze. Daisy naturally looked down both shy and intimidated.

“Listen to Mistress carefully. You now belong to me and more importantly to anyone I gift you to. This ownership is total and beyond protestations. I will train you to please me in whatever whim I have. If you please me you will be reward and treated as a much beloved pet. “ With these words Mistress gently caressed Daisy’s cock teasing it with short firm strokes. “My my Daisy, your clitty is an eager beast my dear girl. If you are a very good slut I might permit you to be allowed to cum for my pleasure of course one day in the future” .

Mistress Marie then changed tack and gripped Daisy swollen balls and squeezed hard. She also pulled Daisy’s balls upwards causing her to moan in much discomfort .

“But Daisy be in no doubt if you displease Mistress in any way shape or form you will be disciplined severely. I have found that training a slut with both carrot and stick brings the greatest rewards both for Mistress and her subs. “

Mistress Marie then spoke even softer in Daisy’s ear. “ I shall also discipline you and cause you great pain not as a form of punishment but simply for my pleasure. As a Mistress whom likes to inflict pain for my amusement I will always inform you why you are being treated in such a way. I never want my submissive’s to be confused as to why. “

“Now back to the present Daisy. As I’m sure Edith has explained to you that your new name is Daisy. Your old life has finished and you will never return to it. I hope since this is a fact that you will before too long be happier with your new life than you ever were with the old one. Mistress will love owning you so completely and in way of payment you will love her without distraction. If you become my complete and utter slut I promise to always endeavour to make sure you are treated properly. That said Daisy you are now my property and will be treated accordingly. If I wish to mark your body permanently or semi permanently I shall simply do so. Be assured there is no escape . As for this evening- you may find things hard to swallow but I have faith in you Daisy and so want to be proud of you. Believe Mistress, if you simply let go and give yourself over to me W/we shall both be happy. Simply free yourself of what you think you know. Trust that Mistress knows best. Trust that I shall take you to places that you have always dreamed of but been too scared to go. Mistress is not scared and I shall take you there kicking and screaming or happily at my feet where you Daisy belong. “

Mistress Marie stepped back to look at Edith’s creation. “I see you’ve been waxed nicely. Get used to that! I can see that Edith has chosen my favourite lip gloss, you should be proud to be so presented to my friends tonight in such a way. They are going to just love you my dear” she said with a dry smile. “ Oh dear me” cried Mistress Marie in mock surprise “ Your lips look so dry. You must be thirsty my dear girl. Would you like a little drink?” Daisy nodded “Edith be a darling and fetch Daisy a protein drink as she will need to keep her strength up tonight. “

Edith smiled and slipped through the door that Mistress Marie had entered by. Whilst Edith was absent Mistress Marie refastened Daisy’s eye patches with a firm click of the poopers. “ Now Daisy as this is your first night in my service Mistress wants you to be docile and very biddable. Without your vision you will not be so nervous. Please don’t worry just have faith in your Mistress. I do this when boxing my horses and it never fails. It will calm your nerves and make you dependent upon your Mistress. “

Edith returned with a naked submissive who had clearly been chosen for the great size and length of his penis. His balls looked full and Edith was quite pleased with this sub as he was so eager to please her. He knelt at Edith’s feet and waited head down. Mistress Marie loosened the restraints upon Daisy’s legs and instructed her to kneel down. Once Daisy was in position she was hobbled upon her knees so that she could no longer stand.

Daisy rocked a little not sure what was going to happen next. Daisy could not see the naked young male at Edith’s side but Mistress Marie was most excited to teach Daisy an important lesson.

“ Now Daisy , in a moment Miss Edith will feed you. Try not to spill a drop- there’s a good girl. We are all hoping that you will learn to love this sissy cocktail as you will find it a great joy and constantly source of protein. ‘

“ Edith if you would do the honours”

Edith snapped her fingers and the young man crouched in front of Daisy hands behind his back. His huge cock had sprung to life and towered above Daisy open mouth. As Daisy’s mouth was wired open it was an open and shut case thought Mistress Marie. “Stick out your slutty tongue Daisy “ said Edith.

Edith began to stroke the massive thick cock now in her hand. The veins protruded beautifully along its entire length.As Edith begin to stretch the huge phallus gently back and forth it rewarded her efforts by grew in length and size. The great cock quivered with delight and the first drops of pre-cum dripped onto Daisy’s out stretched tongue. Daisy felt the hot drops as they fell upon her tongue and pulled them greedily back within her mouth tasting the salty goodness. Daisy guessed at once what was happening and could not believe that she was so excited.She put out her tongue eagerly waiting for the next drops to come. She did not have to wait long. Both Edith and Marie smiled knowingly at each other by Daisy’s natural eagerness . Daisy was born to be their submissive play thing. Edith now began to stroke the young boys cock more vigourously and to her delight it grew further the head dripping with even more precum. Daisy as if guessing Edith’s excitement stuck out her tongue even further and moaned as if to say, please give me some more Mistress .The young man desperately looked towards mistress Edith pleading with his eyes that he might be allowed to ejaculate. Edith guided the throbbing head of his penis deep into Daisy’s mouth and nodded her approval. With a deep groan a torrent of cum fill Daisy’s mouth as the young man’s penis exploded pumping load after load after load onto his waiting tongue filling his mouth completely. Daisy gagged and could not believe what was happening to her. Was this really happening or was it a dream? Daisy gagged as the cock hit the back of her throat, forcing its way further passed his tonsils and down and down causing Daisy to panic and choke even more. It seemed to be never ending but with several large spasms the cock was removed and Daisy was left gasping and most confused by the mixed emotions racing through her mind. Daisy thought she might pass out but caught her breath and waited in stunned silence.

“What does a good slut say Daisy when she’s been hand fed by Mistress?”

Thank you Mistress was what Daisy would have said but it sounded more like “ThannqueewMissstreef” Daisy put her head down and waited patiently.

“Good girl , good girl Daisy I thought you would show promise and you do. There will be lots more cock for you tonight I promise.”

Edith patted Daisy on the head and the door bell rang upstairs …..

To be continued. 🖋️🪶

Note: Hey guys! I just wanted to share my story about my first femdom experience which led to my fetishes I have today :) Everything is 100% true, I remember this night very vividly! This story happened during my freshman year of college. At the time, I’ve had very little experience with my bdsm desires. I didn’t really know specially what I was into, just the broad idea of being dominated by a woman. The most I had experienced at the time was being handcuffed. Boy was I in for a ride.

It was rush week, me and this girl have been getting along the whole time at this party. She is gorgeous, some sort of Mexican, Asian, and White mix. She is short, about 5’2, long brown hair, with the most perfect soccer legs. We’re in one of the brother’s rooms making out. Our hands feeling all up and down each other, as the door gets kicked down and we get yelled at and kicked out. We’re laughing as we’re walking on frat row. She asks if I wanted to go back to her dorm, as her roommates are all out partying. Of course I say yes with no hesitation.

As we’re walking, we’re talking about the usual things, where we’re from, our hobbies, etc. The whole time I’m thinking about her dominating me. The thought of being in her control practically made me hard right on that walk. We get back to her place and we resume what we started at the party. After about 5 minutes of making out, I decided to risk it. I thought to myself, “why not tell her? You’re at college you’ll probably never see her again.” So I shyly told her I’m into being dominated.

She looked at me for a second, then smiled and said “are you sure you could handle me in control of you?” My heart now racing with excitement.

“Of course I can!” I responded, smiling back at her.

She gets up and goes to her closet and takes out a huge roll of saran wrap. I’m a little confused, and ask “what’s that for?”

She giggles, “you don’t know what you’re in for. Are you sure you want to give up control to me?” A naughty smile fills her face.

“Yes I’m sure!” I respond, eager to fulfill my submissive dreams.

She comes up to me, grabs my balls, squeezing them, “say it then! Say, ‘goddess, I give you full control of me!’”

I say quickly, “Goddess, I give you full control of me!” My balls in pain within her grasp, my cock jumps with excitement.

She squeezes harder, looking at me dead in the eye, “Say ‘my cock and balls belong to you Goddess, and you can do whatever you please!’”

I twitch at her firm grasp, my balls aching with pain, but my cock standing straight up. “My cock and balls belong to you Goddess!” I shout.

She squeezes even harder, making me whimper, my legs trying to close in defense. “You forgot to say ‘and you can do whatever you please!’ Now say it again!” she commands, forcing my legs apart, not once breaking eye contact with me.

I yelp, “My cock and balls belong to you Goddess, and you can do whatever you please!”

She lets go of my balls, and tells me to take off all my clothes. As I am stripping, she pulls out a foldable exercise bench from her closet. She tells me to lay down on it, so I do. She begins to wrap me to the bench, starting from my chest, down to my ankles. My cock harder than ever, already leaking precum. I’ve never been restrained in such a way before, and never to this extent. I’m wrapped like a cocoon, unable to move, only able to slightly lift my head and wiggle my toes. She cuts holes out for my nipples and for my cock and balls. After she’s finished, she took a step back and admired what she did to me. She stands there smiling, giggling to her self. Her soft side comes out for the last time, “Before I get started, I’m going to explain one thing first. I won’t do anything to you that would cause permanent damage, so no matter how much you beg or cry to me, I’m going to do whatever I want, ok?”

Obviously I agree with her, I shake my head yes, my cock already harder than ever. I’m a little nervous, but mostly excited. I’m thinking, what could she possibly do that would make me actually want her to stop? Laughing to myself at that thought, I was just excited to cum while being restrained. She then switches back to her dominant personality, “Now my slave, let’s get these pathetic balls tied up, and this foreskin out of the way!” She takes a string, pulls my foreskin back as she ties my balls up. My foreskin tied back, my tip fully exposed, hard and dripping a full puddle of precum now. Slave? I’ve never been called that before, but it made me extremely turned on.

She begins to take off all her clothes, I’m hypnotized by her beauty. As she takes off her shirt, I see a stubble in her armpits. I’ve never thought of being attracted to armpits or body hair, but hers oddly looked great. She strips everything off except for her black thong. She walks over to me and stands over my face, facing my head. Her legs on each side of my head, I’m directly under her pussy as she looks at me under her. I admire her body above me, noticing a stubble around her pussy just like her armpits, but a little longer. For some reason that made me even more turned on.

“Oops, see those stains on my panties? That’s because I haven’t showered since yesterday morning,” she giggles, “my ass and my pussy must stink real bad, maybe I should wash up.” She steps beside me and crouches down to my level, “do you want me to wash up real quick?”

“Sure, that would be great!” I respond innocently, admiring her small perky boobs so close to my face. She then lifts her arm, and shoves her armpit onto my face. Her stubble pokes my face, her musky sweaty scent fills my nostrils. I try to turn my head away but her armpit is locked on my nose. My shoulders attempting to turn, my legs jerking, toes wiggling. I can’t move an inch.

“Awww look at you try to get away! You thought I was going to shower for you?!You’re going to inhale my sweaty pits and you’re going to love it!” She laughs, my cock throbs. The smell of her armpit is making my cock harder? I was a little confused, how could a sweaty, smelly armpit make me hard?

She finally lifts her arm as I gasp for fresh air. That doesn’t last long, as she switches armpits, smothering me once again. “Lick it clean slave!”

I didn’t really want to, I didn’t want sweat in my mouth. I shook my head and muffled “no thanks” under her armpit. Big mistake. She begins to repeatedly slap my balls, alternating the strength of her slaps and pattern. I jolt under the saran wrap.

“Lick them clean if you want me to stop!” She commands.

I start licking quick. My tongue passing over each tiny hair of her stubble, a salty taste invading my mouth. I’m whimpering as she continues to slap my balls, asking her desperately as I lick, “is this good enough goddess? Please stop it hurts!” She just laughs at me, my cock throbbing, more precum leaking out. Finally she stops, lifting her armpit off my face.

I take deep breaths of relief, as she then stands over my face once again, facing my cock this time. She slowly lowers her pussy towards my face. An intense, musky, funky scent coming off of her pussy. I try to turn my head away, but she grabs my face holding me still. She stops an inch from my nose, “you like that slave? Smell my stench! You don’t deserve a clean pussy!”

I try to breathe through my mouth, but she covers it with her hand and laughs. I am almost gagging, the smell was stronger than anything I’ve ever smelled before. But strangely, my cock did not go soft, it kept leaking even more. I was overwhelmed, the smell too much for me to handle, I beg her to stand up. She ignored me, and sat down on my face, her pubes poking through her panties. Now that I think back at it, she was a master at face sitting. She sat down with just enough pressure to allow me to breathe, but it was like using her filthy panties as a filter, I was strictly breathing the stench of her unwashed pussy through her panties. I had to take deep breaths just to get enough oxygen to stay conscious as her weight prevented me from breathing freely. Each breath I took filled my nose with more and more of her funky stench. I was trapped.

As I am suffering beneath her, she opens a bottle of what I assumed to be lube, all I could see was her magnificent ass hole above my eyes. She starts to furiously overstimulate the tip of my dick. She palms it, strokes it, pumps it, alternating between a bunch of techniques, but only sticking to the head of my cock, never going to my shaft. This makes me squirm around like crazy. I’ve never felt anything like this before. My tip was sensitive to begin with. During a normal handjob, a simple hand passing over my tip makes me jump. This is that feeling, but one thousand times more intense, I’m pathetically whimpering into her pussy. Each swirl around my tip making me take an even deeper breath of her pussy. I was choking on her stench, while writhing uncontrollably from her hands on my tip.

She continues this, ignoring my cries and whimpers, laughing at me shaking. She is unrelenting, attacking my tip while laughing at my cries. The feeling almost too intense to cum. I continue to thrash around, just wanting to cum and be done, I just cant. It is so intense all I could do was helpless beg and cry under her pussy.

After about 30 minutes, I can finally feel I am about to cum, but she can feel it too. Remember the holes she cut out of the saran wrap for my nipples? Well, right as I can feel the bliss of release, my cum creeping up my urethra, she lets go of my cock and rubs both my nipples with one finger each. My cock twitches in the air for a moment, then cum dribbles out, my hips buck against the wrap, but it doesn’t feel satisfying.

“Awwww look at your pathetic cock twitching around like that, miserably dribbling cum out.” She stands up and looks at me, still straddling my face. I am gasping for fresh air. “What’s wrong? That didn’t feel that good did it?”

I shake my head no in utter disbelief, “I don’t know! I came, but I still feel like I need to cum!” I say, desperately trying to inhale as much fresh air as possible, my cock is still jumping around.

“That’s because I just ruined your orgasm! And I’m going to keep ruining it until I’m satisfied!” I’m confused, I don’t know what that is. I only know that my cock came, but it didn’t feel like I came at all. In fact, I need to cum even more than before.

“Please stroke my cock normally! I can’t handle it anymore! I just want to cum! Please!” I beg, but it’s no use.

She laughs, sits back on my face and rubs my nipples. My nose filled with her funk again, my cock twitching around from this nipple sensation. I’ve also never felt this before, no one has ever touched my nipples. It made me the hardest I’ve ever felt in my life. She continued rubbing my nipples until my hips were bucking like crazy the little they could under the saran wrap. My moans growing louder and louder under her.

“Look at your little thrusts, your pathetic tip begging me to touch it. That’s what you want right?” she says.

I try to say no but it’s muffled under her. She then began to obliterate my cock head once again, making me squirm helplessly. This time it doesn’t take as long before I am on the edge again, but she lets go and slaps my balls as she ruins me again. I scream with frustration into her pussy, she laughs at me. She then proceeds to ignore my cock. Instead, she torments me in another unique way. She slaps my balls until I cry loud enough, then switches to rubbing my nipples until enough precum flows out, and repeats. My mind is basically mush at this point, entirely overwhelmed with pain, pleasure, and desperation. My cock dancing around, precum dribbling out like a fountain. Me, whimpering like a baby into her pussy.

She stops for a moment. Before I could catch my breath she grips my cock once more and continues to torture my tip. I squirm and squirm until I reach the edge. Can you guess? She lets go of my cock, this time lifting off my face looking at me and laughing at my face. My cock head the most sensitive it’s ever been, or so I think. She plops back down on my face, her stench still as strong as ever. She goes right back to torturing my cock head. As I reach the edge, I dread the thought of her ruining me again, I desperately needed to cum. But this time, I felt the sweet bliss of release. My whole body convulsed, as I howled into her pussy. The little cum I had left after all those ruins shooting out while she laughs. My entire body relaxes going limp, including my cock.

“Good boy” she says, as she stands up and wipes some of the cum off her hand. I am recovering my breath, and close my eyes, exhausted. I hear her moving, and see her taking off her panties, “awww, that was intense huh? You think I’m done with you don’t you?” She giggles.

My heart drops, she’s not done with me? How? I came? Cumming is the universal sign of being done, right? I beg and plead with her to let me go, but she ignores me, her panties now on the floor. Her stunning pussy now out, her beautiful pussy lips surrounded by some slight hair, but the hair almost made it even sexier. She states, “now, you are going to lick my ass and pussy clean. Once you’ve cleaned me fully, I will let you go.”

Without giving me time to protest, she sits back down, her pubes poking all over my face. She picks my soft cock back up and gets right back to palming my tip. My body convulses as I scream and cry and beg for mercy, but all she tells me is to clean her if I want to be let go. I desperately lick away, my tongue passes over her stinky pussy folds and her poking pubes. A salty, funky, foul task fills my mouth. My body shaking uncontrollably as her hands work on my tip. My licking is unstable, as I can’t help but scream from her merciless hands on my defeated cock. My mind broken, I’m desperately waiting for this to end.

She palms my soft cock for about 20 minutes before she angrily said, “hmmmm it seems like this isn’t working anymore, your cock is broken.” She rises from my face, I frantically swallow, trying to get the foul taste out of my mouth. She returns with a huge vibrator with a silicone sleeve attached on it, which I now know is a hitachi.

“I need more cum, and you will give it to me one more time no matter what it takes!” She shouts, plugging the vibrator in the wall.

“Please let me go! I’m done, I can’t cum anymore. I have no more! Please!” I desperately beg. As you could except she ignores me, lubing up the sleeve and slipping my limp cock in it.

“Keep cleaning my pussy slave! Or else I will milk you for even more cum!” She sits back down on my face, the stench never lessens, the foul tastes returns to my mouth. She turns the vibrator on, my soft cock not big enough to fill the sleeve yet, it’s just flopping around against the walls of the sleeve. Her pubes poke my face as I try to lick as fast as I can without gagging. I’ve never felt a vibrator on my cock before, let alone with a silicone sleeve. I can feel the vibrations making my cock slowly rise, filling the sleeve. As my cock fills the sleeve, the sleeve wraps around my shaft, gripping it tightly. My tip begins to shake from the vibrations making me writhe and whimper into her stinky pussy. The sleeve is open ended, so it is around my shaft leaving my tip exposed. My tip now fully hard, she starts to palm it again. This mixture of vibrations and her hand sends me into a frenzy. I scream, cry, yelp, holler, every word in the book. My body involuntarily convulsing, trying to break out, trying anything to get away from her unrelenting hand.

I suffered for a painstakingly long 45 tortuous minutes before I reached the edge again. My hips pressed against the wrap, arms tense, head thrusting forward into her pussy, she stops. She turns the vibrator off, lets go, and repeatedly slaps my balls. Before I could even process the pain, she turns it back on and palms again. I whimper and cry, still trying to lick her clean as I am afraid of what would happen if I stop.

Vibrator on. Palm swirling my tip. I squirm helplessly. I reach the edge. She stops. My balls are slapped. Repeat.

I am now fully crying beneath her, tears running down my cheeks. My body spasms out of control, my tip feels like it is going to be rubbed raw. After about 10-15 times of that process, I can’t remember, she finally allows me to cum. It hurts so good, I feel my cock pulsating, nothing but a drop of cum dribbles out of my cock. She is laughing hysterically. She grinds on my face for a second before getting up, making sure her stench covers my face. I am gasping for air, my body completely drained. My cock twitching around in utter despair. She leans down and kisses me, “your face stinks,” she says and continues to laugh hysterically.

From here I don’t really remember what happened, as I was in such a daze. I had so many mixed emotions, I was drained and just wanted to go to sleep. I never did see that girl again, at the time that experience kind of scared me. Months later I regretted never getting her info, I reminisced about it every day. Because of her, I now have a stinky armpit/ass/pussy fetish, a tip overstimulation fetish, a ruined orgasm fetish, and a ball slapping fetish. I think about this experience every time I’m horny now, wishing I could experience something like this again. Thanks for reading my story, I hope you liked the origin story of my kinks lol :)

It was dark and stuffy in the mask, drool had started leaking out from behind the gag as Ali knelt on the floor, whimpering and twitching, the wand working its magic on her cunt. She moaned loudly and tried to move, feeling the duct tape pull at her leg causing a small flash of pain to shoot up to her cunt, mingling with the intense pleasure of the vibe, it caused her to gasp as she froze. Her pussy juices were running down her legs as her breathing quickened, already she could feel an orgasm growing, racing quickly toward her, the wand showed no mercy and she was soon pushed over the edge squealing and rolling onto her side as her whole body spasmed, once more the tape added just the right amount of pain so that almost as soon as she began coming down from her first orgasm, a second one hit.

Ali's back arched in pleasure as she screamed again, her voice muffled by the gag and the hood. She felt, vaguely, the key to the cuffs slap against her hand as she went onto her side, but she didn't even consider taking it. The high she was feeling from the situation was too intense and she wasn't ready for it to end yet. Taking deep breaths she tried to calm herself, to pull away from that edge before she was dragged over once more before she was ready. Swallowing she could clearly feel the collar against her throat. Tight, restrictive, she loved it.

But there was still something missing, something just didn't feel completely whole and even as her body spasmed, a third orgasm building slowly in her Ali couldn't help but feel that it wasn't as satisfying as it could have been. Soon she began to struggle. This pulled on the tape, causing small flashes of pain but it also pulled the wand slightly away from her cunt, allowing her some reprieve and a bit of denial, it helped, in her mind she began to imagine that she was another woman's captive that she had been left there to be tortured by her predicament until she gave the other woman what she wanted.

It was unclear what that was, but that didn't matter so much. Closing her eyes in the confining darkness of the hood Ali could almost hear the clack of heels against a stone floor, could almost feel it as the toe of the woman's leather clad foot pressed against her cheek, lifting her head slightly. In her mind she heard the woman speak even as a hand grabbed her leg and forced the wand harder against her cunt causing her to squeal and buck. "Well slut, have you had enough, or must we keep going?"

Breathing rapidly through her nose Ali tried to speak, but a muffled. "Mph," was all that came from between her lips. "More? Is that what you said." She felt a hand trail across her leg to the vibe. She imagined the woman running her thumb along the knob that would turn it up to its higher setting, she tensed waiting almost in dread. Then the hand moved, running along her body, causing her to shiver. Ali began moving her legs, tring to take that pressure off her pussy when the voice snapped. "Keep your legs where they are cunt or you will be sorry." Ali froze and pressed the vibe back against her pussy lips, whining loudly before the imagined hand caressed her cheek. "Good girl," she heard through the hood. "So good in fact that I'm going to let you cum again."

Once more she imagined the hand pushing the vibe harder against her, she felt it against her clit and squealed as she came again, feeling her juices squirt out as her whole body stiffened and bucked. Sucking air in through the mask harshly Ali rolled over onto her back, pinning her arms under her. She felt the key press into her palm but still felt no desire to use it. This had been so long in coming that she couldn't stop now, even as her pussy was beginning to ache. There was something that was still missing, something not being filled. She groaned, at a loss for what it could be. "Thats a good little pet," The Mistress said as Ali felt the heel of the boot press into her soft nipple flesh. She squealed in protest but that just made the other woman grind into her breast harder.

Of course there was no one there, the pain wasn't real but the desire to feel it, to experience it combined with her lack of sight made it so easy to imagine. "A good slut doesnt only think about her pleasure though," A hand gripped her cheeks hard and her head lifted a little. "And you, you naughty little cunt have been doing little else."

"Ah orree," Ali tried to speak through the mask and gag, once more it came out garbled as she lowered her head to the floor.

"Yes, you are. You're a sorry, pathetic little slut who exists for one thing only." In her mind she imagined this powerful woman sitting on her face, grinding against her as she spoke. "You exist to serve me."

Ali groaned, feeling a fourth orgasm growing when she heard her phone go off. The young woman was snapped back to reality in a sudden, disappointing come down. "Fu!" she managed to curse through the coverings on her face. With effort she rolled onto her side and grappled with the key as "Hall of the Mountain King" continued to sound from her nightstand. Finally taking hold of the key and fumbling it into a lock she twisted it and got the cuff off one of her wrists, she let it dangle from her other hand before lifting them both and undoing the straps on the mask pulling it free.

Once the gag was out as well she turned off the vibe, noting the stain on her carpet from her juices and the stream running between her legs. The phone had stopped ringing by this point and as Ali walked gingerly and somewhat bowlegged over to it she looked down at the Caller ID. With a sigh she picked up the phone and hit call back as she sat on the bed, the vibe, now quiet pressing against her cunt still. After only two rings the person on the other line picked up. "Hi mom, sorry I didn't answer before, I was...tied up."

Later after her conversation with her mother had ended Ali sat curled up in her computer chair, her legs tucked under her chin as she logged onto the BDSM website she had begun to frequent. She was still naked and still had the collar locked around her neck, not wanting to take it off. She hooked one finger through the D-Ring and gave it a small tug before clicking on the message bar and pulling up her ongoing conversation with the domme she had met. "Good afternoon Mistress Kat," she typed in before sending it out.

Mistress Kats profile said she was online and it took her only a moment to respond back. "Good afternoon pet, how is your day going?"

Pausing for a long moment, biting her lower lip as she debated on telling this woman what had happened. It would be good maybe, after all she could maybe give Ali some insight on what the young woman had been feeling, the sense that, though she had enjoyed herself...something had been missing. "I finally did it, I did a self bondage session." She hit enter and waited.

"Thats great babe," the response came back. "Tell me did you like it?"

"It was wonderful. I- I can't believe how much I've needed it without even realizing it! But... it was still like there was something missing." Ali watched and waited as the bubbles told me Kat was writing a response.

"Of course there was something missing you silly girl. No one was holding your leash."

Frowning Ali thought about that for a moment before typing once more. "What do you mean?"

"Darling you are a submissive, you need someone to control you, to take the lead and make you follow."

Ali thought about that, she wasn't sure if she was quite ready for that and said as much over their conversation. After all the whole reason she had done the self bondage was because she wasn't all that social. Another message popped up. "Are you willing to try something with me?"

Once more the petite redhead hesitated for a moment before typing. "I guess...what do I need to do?"

"I assume you bought a collar?"

"Yes."

"Take a picture of it on your neck and post it to your profile. Just the collar and your neck, nothing more."

The young woman froze, her finger slipping through the ring again as her other arm wrapped tightly around her legs. Slowly she unwrapped it from around them and picked up her phone. Activating the camera feature she pointed it at her neck and removed her finger from the D-Ring. Snapping a quick picture she uploaded it to the site and placed it as her profile pic before she had the chance to think too much about it. With a sigh she messaged Mistress Kat. "Its uploaded Mistress."

"Purr ~ I do love it when you call me that." There was a pause before the next message. "Very nice pet, that will do, for now, tell me, how did it feel to obey that order?"

For now? Did Mistress Kat mean to have her do more? Ali wanted to ask, to type that. But her online Mistress beat her to it with her own question. One that made Ali pause. It was then she noticed that her free hand, the one that had not been typing had slipped between her legs and was rubbing softly against her soaked pussy lips. Letting out a moan she pulled her hand away. "I...I liked it Mistress...a lot."

"Did you touch yourself?" Ali stopped, her hand hovering over the keyboard, wondering what to say, should she tell the truth. As though she could read her thoughts another message popped up. "I do not tolerate lying pet."

Even through the screen Ali could hear the sharp tone in the older woman's voice and she typed quickly. "Yes Mistress, I did."

"Good girl, there is nothing wrong with that, you are aroused and want to feel good and you feel best when someone else is taking control, do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress I do."

The conversation went on for some time after that with Mistress Kat explaining more about submissive natures as well as dominant ones. It was a good conversation and was starting to help Ali understand where she fit in this new world she had discovered. Right before she signed off Mistress Kat sent her links to a few videos. "Your next challenge pet, go buy some treated nylon rope and then follow the instructions on these videos. Do the ties exactly as shown and then go out and spend a day with them under your clothes. You can report back to me how it felt."

Ali felt her heart race as she looked at the titles for the videos: How to tie a simple breast harness and How to tie a crotch rope. Looking up to the messages she saw a new one from Mistress Kat. "You have until the end of the week, am I understood?"

Swallowing Ali nodded before she remembered that Kat couldn't see her and she typed in. "Yes Mistress."

"Good girl, have a good night my pet."

"Good night Mistress." Then the older woman signed off, leaving Ali very much alone with her thoughts. Her heart was racing as she thought about what she had just been ordered to do and she began grinning broadly at the thought as she felt her pussy getting wet again, slowly she reached a hand between her legs and started rubbing along the hot, wet slit...

Michael sat comfortably upon an old leather chesterfield sofa savouring the taste of the hot black coffee that lingered upon his tongue. He had been sitting in his present position for nearly three hours attempting to read the notes in front of him. He was failing miserably as he could not concentrate. Michael loved nothing more than to sit and have coffee and watch the world pass him by. Having enjoyed, people watching he would throw himself into his work. But not today. He’d find a privately owned coffee shop as he disliked the larger chain shores. Like so many people Michael preferred to put his money in the hands of those working hard to build something for themselves. It gave him pleasure to give a little back as he’d made his money the hard way starting at the bottom and working his way up. The fashion industry 👗 had been good to him and he loved working in it. Michael smiled to himself , he hoped he’d been good to it. Working hard to please his clients was so important to his happiness and to his good name. But today his mind and his sense of calm had deserted him. Michael sipped his coffee which had long since gone cold. Could he drink a fourth cup? No he thought as his head was spinning a little and his heart racing. Michael was never nervous around people especially women but today he was just that. The lady that had made him his first coffee had been like most servers, polite professional and swift. What was different was her demeanour. It was so wonderfully confident and enthralling. Her smile was dazzling and when she stared into Michael’s blue eyes he was at a loss for words and barely found a thank you. Michael had no wish to leave this establishment he was totally bewitched by the server. Water was what he needed most so he stretched out his long legs and rose smoothly crossing the room to the counter and helped himself to a glass and filled it from the water jug. It tasted wonderful and was flavoured with slices of lemon. As Michael turned to return to his seat he heard -“Would Sir like another coffee?” To which he replied “Why yes that would be delightful”. Michael laughed , there was no way on earth he needed another coffee but how could he say no to this woman . He sat scratching his head and watched with fascination as yet another black coffee was created. What a goddess this woman was. The way she moved , the way she held her head had him sweating like a school boy. As if she felt his gaze upon the back of her neck she turned and smiled. Embraced he pretended to be raffling through his papers. He was fooling no one especially the young woman. She knew it too, this stylish gentleman had followed her form as she’d served coffee and tea etc. all afternoon. She smiled to herself as she had a little surprise for this particular customer. “Voilà” she said as she placed with perfectly poised cup and saucer upon the table. “Can I get you something else?” “No that’s perfect “ he intoned and thank you, thank you so much. May I say your coffee is sublime?” “Well I’m flattered that you like it so much. We grind all our own coffee here in the cellars below. Oh! and by the way, my name is Marie and this little place is all mine. I’m most proud of my little coffee house so I hope you will be most happy here?” She turned smoothly like a dancer to hide the smile upon her beautiful lips. In deed it did not matter whether he liked it or not as she planned to make him a permanent fixture. Like one of her many pets, she would own him mind body and soul. Marie looked down at Michael’s wallet now in her hand as she walked back to the counter. How was he going to pay for his drinks? She knew….? There was much to do as the afternoon came to a close as everything needed to be prepped for tomorrow. Marie had a retired friend pop in at 1700 to help clean away and speed things along. Edith really was a God send so when she arrived Marie smiled and left serving customers to her and got down to a deep clean of one of the two coffee machines. As she Marie started to dismantle one of the coffee pods she could hear Michael’s embarrassed tones at the counter. I had it when I came in - he was explaining to Edith- but now my wallet has vanished. Edith was very understanding and said she would help look around and see if the item could still be found. Marie watched them with amusement. After sometime Michael resigned himself to the fact that it was lost for now and he’d just have to cancel his cards. Easy with a phone call and so called his bank and informed them. Now how will I ever pay you? Could I write you an IOY? No - came the reply from the kitchen you can wash up until your debt is paid Marie suggested. Oh most assuredly said Michael I’ll do whatever’s required and gladly too he added. Anything? Yes you name it. Very well you can help Edith close up please Marie called. Marie had set her trap and now she was going to reap its rewards. Michael was handed an apron and a tray and so was soon ferrying dirty cups and saucers to the kitchen. Michael was quick and efficient thought Edith. Michael loved order and enjoyed helping out especially as it took his mind of how embarrassing it was to have lost his wallet. Soon the tables were all clean and tidy. The floor moped thanks to Edith and the front door locked.

Edith got to sorting the till and Michael went in to see his new boss. What next? he asked. Dishes please and Marie pointed. The dish washers broke so guess what- you’re it! She smile at him and finished what she was doing. When you’ve done here Marie said come join me in the cellar. I’ve some boxes that need staking and I’d rather watch you lift them than I. Edith passed him the last few plates and together they put things away. When all was done Edith led Michael done the steep stone steps to the cellar. Marie was sitting doing some accounting and looked up as they both stood at the bottom of the steps. Marie smiled - you can both come and join me if you like I’ve nearly finished this. Boxes Boss - you mentioned you had some boxes needing to be stacked? Yes Michael , those on the table there needed to go on the top shelf above. Yes Boss I prefer yes Miss if you don’t mind she laughed. Edith came to sit next to Marie and they both watched Michael busy at his work. Turning to each other they smiled. All done Miss - Michael said as he turned and smiled. Does that make us all even? He asked. No not quite as I think you’re in a little deeper than a coffee or two my dear. How do you fancy paying off your debts with a little more service this evening. I’ve a few friends coming over this tonight and I’m short on help? I can guarantee it will be fun and I love you to stay a little longer. How could I say no? I’ve nothing planned. Wonderful cooed Marie let’s drink to it shall we? Edith went into the adjoining room and returned with three glasses and a bottle champagne much to Michael’s surprise. Would you do the honours Marie asked as she passed the bottle to Michael. Yes certainly Miss What shall we drink to he asked- Why to my new house maid of course. They raised their glasses as if to clink them but they stopped short. They all drank together and enjoyed the taste and the bubbles upon their tongs. Michael smiled across at the two ladies - what had he gotten into? His head felt a little dizzy. Both Edith and Marie smiled across at Michael as they knew only too well what Michael had gotten into. Michael’s eyes closed

When Michael woke again he shook his head and opened his eyes. He screwed his eyes up and reopened them as he couldn’t see anything. He went to touch his face but he found to his horror that his arms were restrained by his sides. His eyes were covered by something and they rendered him blind. Michael tried to call out but his mouth had been firmly wired open and he realised that his jaw ached. All that came out of his mouth was a strange moan like sob. Michael attempted to move his legs but they too were restrained. What was going on. His mind raced. It was then that he remembered the Champagne and the two ladies. Michael tried to say their names Marrrrr & Eddddd but no sense was created despite how he tried. As if in answer thou Michael heard Edith’s voice. Thank goodness you’re awake Daisy - that’s your new name dear. I’ve been busy as you’ve slept she intoned . You’re almost ready said Edith just one more adjustment required. But first would you like to take a look at yourself? With that she removed Michael/ Daisy’s eye coverings . The covers were held in place by poppers so were quite tight. There were are she said triumphantly . Michael looked at himself in the full length mirror. Standing opposite him was not what he expected. Instead stood a tall house maid in black and white. Around his waist was a short frilly skirt with petticoat. To his embarrassment poking out underneath it was his somewhat excited penis . It bobbed from side to side and occasionally up and down. Yes that will not do will it said Edith. I’ll see to that presently . Michael’s eye moved upwards to where his chest should have been but now there were large fake beasts. They looked to his surprise quite real. Yes said Edith Mistress Marie likes her sluts to look convincing to her guests as they’re more likely to bend you over and peg you if you do. When Michael saw his face he cried out. Or he tried too. His mouth was wired open and around his lips there was now cherry red lipstick. It even smelt of cherries. His cheeks blushed not just from embarrassment but from the applied blusher. His eyes too were heavily made up and he now wore large fake eyelashes. A long red wig was upon his head and the hair had been plated into two pigtails. Don’t you look a picture dear? Michael wanted to say - what the f… is going on but all that came out was a mess of noises. Now don’t you fret dear. Mistress Marie will soon be here to explain your duties for this evening. In the meantime let’s see if we can squeeze your very excitable cock into this little cage shall we? Try as Edith might Daisy’s cock was not going to fit into this tiny tube. Edith went to get a slightly larger cage and a bowl of ice cubes and soon his member was suitably secured in its new home. There, when you’ve been denied for long enough we will shrink that little monster into the tinniest of cages. You just wait and see my dear. In no time at all you’ll be begging Miss Edith to milk you like the little slut you are. We are all going to have a lot of fun bringing you to such a happy place .. Edith smiled her work was almost done. ….. and yet only just starting..

To be continued if anyone should like me too ?

It turned out that saying she was going to do it and actually doing it were two different things. When Ali got home she pulled her purchases out of the closet and placed them on her bed alongside the wand and the hood. She stared down at them, wondering where to go from there. It didn't seem entirely safe to just jump in with both feet and no looking, it wasn't her style. Sitting on the bed next to the toys she ran her hands over the leather of the cuffs before picking up a pair. She wrapped them around her wrists and locked them in place with the small padlocks that they had come with.

A small shiver went down her spine and she let out a slow gasp. She felt her nipples grow hard, pressing against her bra as she closed her eyes and lay back on the bed. She could hear the rattle of chains coming from the cuffs as her hands moved down her abdomen, dragging the metal links along. Her hands slipped under her pants and she bit her lower lip as her fingers touched her moistening folds. A finger brushed against her clit and Ali gasped loudly her back arching in pleasure, but as she relaxed back onto the bed, still lightly fingering herself she realized that this wasn't enough.

Opening her eyes she turned her head and peered over at the other toys. The sexual heat and frustration was building up as her fingers continued their idle work, keeping her teased and aroused but doing no more than that. She wanted, no, needed more but how to do it while still being safe? Sitting up she reluctantly pulled her hands from her pants, though she didn't remove the cuffs, not yet anyway. Instead she picked up the collar and wrapped it snuggly around her neck, feeling her fingers, slick with her own juices against her neck as she did so.

Once it was buckled in place she locked it on as well before hooking a finger through the D-Ring in the front and giving a small tug on it, sending another shiver down her spine as a gasp escaped her lips. More, she needed more. She couldn't stand not moving forward. Quickly she unlocked the cuffs from her wrists and stood. Her mind was racing, trying to figure everything out.

Rushing out of her bedroom to her kitchen she opened what she had coined as her junk drawer and pulled out a rubber band and some duct tape before going back into her room. She didn't bother closing the bedroom door, after all she lived alone and the one or two friends she had actually managed to make and keep never came over without calling or texting first.

Almost feverishly Ali pulled her shirt off, hearing the D-Ring clink softly as the shirt passed across it. Throwing it to the floor she reached behind her back and fumbled with her bra, her fingers slipping against the hooks until finally she got it off as well, her modest breasts springing free of their confinement as the bra joined her shirt. Kicking off her shoes in a rush she pulled her pants and panties down in one go, leaving her naked and exposed only wearing her socks and the collar.

Looking back down at her toys she picked up the ball gag and pressed it between her lips, letting out a soft moan as she reached behind her head and buckled it on. Already she could feel drool gathering up behind it and knew it was only a matter of time before it began spilling out. Next she sat on the bed and locked one pair of cuffs around her ankles, once more caressing the leather before she took the wand and the duct tape. The wand could be plugged in or powered by batteries, she decided to let it run off its batteries before pressing the head against her cunt and wrapping the duct tape around it and her thigh, keeping it in place.

Ali found herself becoming even more wet at the prospect of how much it would hurt to remove the tape. Sliding to the floor and onto her knees Ali reached up and grabbed the first pair of cuffs. Locking them around one wrist she took the rubber band and slid it through the keys ring before wrapping the band around the cuff chain and slipping the key through it so that it hung down from the chain by the rubber band, that way she could grab it easily if she needed to get out.

It would have been clear to a casual observer that Ali was not thinking everything through, her mind racing at the possibility of finally trying this and not thinking much beyond that. She barely hesitated as she took each device in her hands. If she paused at all it was more to feel the material against her skin. Had Ali been thinking beyond her base desires she might have wondered at how quickly, at least to her, that she had fallen into this world. But that didn't matter to her, she needed it now. She wanted it more than anything and that drove her on.

Her mind whirled at each new sensation as it brought more moans and sighs from her body. The rush she felt was intoxicating, but...there was something missing...something she couldn't quite place her fingers on. The new toys felt good against her body and there was a pleasant warmth in her core as it dawned more and more on her with each passing second that she was actually doing this but still...something was missing and she couldn't think what it could be.

Finally Ali took the hood, this time pausing as she looked at it. Not out of fear of it, but contemplating, trying to figure out what more was needed. What more she could want from this, a dream that had been haunting her since she had first started down the road. She shook her head, trying to get out of her own mind, to quell those thoughts, right now it didn't matter, Ali had come too far to stop now, to pause and think out whatever it was. At long last, she slipped the hood over her head. It felt tight and a little claustrophobic as she felt it press against her face. And she loved it, the darkness, the solitude of it.

Her hands once more fumbled with the straps that would tighten it, but this one she didn't lock on, it would be too hard to find the key to the lock on her bed by herself. Once it was on and she was sure that it wouldn't come free until she went to remove it, she put her own cuffed hand behind her while her free hand moved to the wand. She turned it on. There were only two settings, the clerk had called them "Intense" and "Holy Fucking Hell". Ali went with the first setting and immediately curled in on herself as the vibrations hit her. Moaning loudly and twitching as her hooded face pressed against the floor Ali's feet kicked against the ground. Still she struggled to enact the last step of her plan as she brought her other hand behind her back as she trembled and twitched as she managed to desperately lock her free hand into its own cuff. She was trapped now, until she had enough and took the key.

Sometimes life pushes you in interesting directions. Things tend to happen that you weren’t even able to come up with in your wildest dreams. And then in the end, it might turn out as the best thing that has ever happened to you in your life.

I am a small town guy. I was living, working and except for visiting school spending practically my whole life in the small town I was born in. I just didn’t feel the need to leave, because I had mostly everything that I wanted.

Mostly everything, because I struggled to find a suiting girlfriend. I been dating around town, and in the neighboring towns, but nothing long lasting ever came out of it. And no, me working as car mechanic in my fathers workshop, that wasn’t the reason for it being that way. It just was that something always had been missing in my relationship. Something that I wasn’t quite able to pin point, until I would find exactly what I had been missing before.

It was then that tragedy hit our small town. The major all of a sudden died in a car accident. His hobby, his passion, fast cars, eventually killed him. He lost control of one of his sports cars – everything was fine with the car, my father had serviced it a few weeks prior – and drove down a cliff.

The major left his wife, his grown up children and a decent empire consisting of several small businesses, from the local saw mill to the local dairy. The whole town, everyone knew the major, and everyone knew each other in our tight nit community, showed up at the majors funeral.

The majors widow dressed and looked different from the day her husband had passed by on. In church on Sunday she wore black only, and she became a far less active member of the religious community – practically the only community in our small town. Because she had to take care of the businesses she had inherited from her husband.

It was roughly a year after the tragic accident that the majors widow showed up in my father’s car work shop. She wanted us to service her car. It was then that something happened between thirty three year old me and fifty eight year old her. We clearly checked each other out, and we clearly fell caught each others eyes.

When the widow came back to pick up the car she asked me to go on a test ride with her. To see if the car had been properly serviced. After getting the okay from my father, the widow and me went on the longest test ride I had ever been on.

The two of us ended up a few towns away, having a cup of coffee with each other, flirting, talking and falling for each other. We both might have struggled a little bit to accept what was going on between the two of us, because well, she was roughly twenty five years older than me and she was a very strict, very religious person that clearly wasn’t out for some casual fun.

We kept on meeting up with each other, always out of town, where no one knew us, because an older woman and a younger man in the conservative town we both were from, it for sure would give the people a lot to talk about. And the widow and me, we wanted to go that step when we were sure that we had something lasting going on between the two of us.

So we kept on meeting up relatively far far away from home for a few months. And no, we were not renting a cheap hotel room and fucking each others brains out. Because sex before marriage, it was a sin for the religious widow. I fully accepted her believes, and to be honest, it being that way was a turn on for me.

Because it somewhat kept me in celibacy, it gave me a bad conscience when jerking off and it made me feel humiliated while I was taking matters in my own hand. Because the widow and I, we clearly were dating, we fell for each other more and more, but I still had to jerk off to get rid off my filthy horny urges. Fuck, it all was nothing but a big turn on for me. And it made me fall even harder for the widow.

A few months into our relationship we decided to go public. We decided to stop hiding, and show our small town that we were a couple now. A couple that had spent plenty of time together, that did many couple things together, except one: We never had been sleeping together or had seen each other naked at that point in time. But we had done plenty of kissing and cuddling.

The widow and me showed up to Sunday mass together. We were holding hands when we walked inside the church. People war looking after us, staring at us and most likely immediately began to talk behind our backs.

They most likely were asking the following questions: What does he see in an old woman like her, who is as old as his own mother? What does she see in a young man like him, who is about the same age like her oldest daughter? Is he only with her because she has money? Shouldn’t she stay faithful to her dead husband?

We let them have their fun. We let them have their conversations, and we let them staring at us. Because no one directly opposed us, or told us to stop, or anything similar. Sure, my parents had their problems with me dating someone roughly their age, and the widows children had to cope with the fact that their mother was seeing someone their age, but that wore off quickly. Our families realized that things sometimes just are that they are and all you can do is accept them.

But the rest of our small town, different story. Me being with the old major’s widow, it was the most interesting, the biggest scandal the town had seen since practically forever. And it was the biggest event since the old major died in his sports car. So they kept on gossiping for a long time.

And again, the widow and me, we let them have their fun. Because no one was really attacking us, everyone stayed kind and polite. The age gap relationship we had up and running, it just spiced up their otherwise pretty repetitive small town lives a little bit.

It was on the Friday after the widow and I made our relationship public that she invited me over to her place for the first time ever. She told me to bring some appetite, some fresh clothes and my usual nightwear, because she wouldn’t let go off me before the following morning.

Needless to say, I immediately accepted the widows invitation. I was more than thrilled having dinner with her, I was curious about her cooking and I was even more excited about most likely spending the night in her bed next to her.

Where hopefully something sexually would happen between the two of us. Because back then, something inside me was still hoping that the widows no sex before marriage talk would only be talking, and to a certain degree it was. Yes, things should get interesting during that Friday evening.

I put on my best set of clothes, I put my sleeping clothes, a spare set of clothes and my bathroom utensils inside my backpack, then I walked over to the widow. Twenty minutes later I arrived in front of her house. I rang the doorbell and about a minute later she led me inside her house.

After a very warm welcome the widow gave me the grand tour. She showed me every room above earth, except her bedroom. That would be a later thing. We then ended up in her kitchen. She was finishing cooking, while being dressed to impress, in a very hot, but also conservative style and then we ate together.

We then dined in her dinning room. Her cooking, it was okay, edible, above average. When the widow asked me how I liked her food, I went down the bold way and told her the truth. At first her face froze, then a smile appeared on it: “You know what, you telling me the truth, it makes me like you even more.”

We hugged each other, we kissed each other and her body pressing against mine, it was enough to give me an instant boner. Yes, I really wanted her. I needed her, and she knew that. Especially because my boner was pressing against her in that moment. But she decided to ignore my hard one and served dessert.

While enjoying the sweet dish, the widow finally addressed my hard one, and how our relationship would continue on the sexual side. I was hoping for something like we can do it once a week, or maybe once a month, but no, she was strictly against any sexual activities before marriage.

And she mean no sexual activities at all. Even not taking matters in your own hands. The widow found it disgusting, wrong and week if a man gives in to his filthy urges, to the evil spirits, to the demon living in inside him. I had to swallow.

Because that jerking off thing, I did that a lot when the widow wasn’t around. And she knew, or at least assumed that I was taking matters in my hands a lot when I was on my own. So when she asked me if I was doing something sinful like relieving myself, it was a loaded question.

At first I thought about denying that I was taking matters in my own hands, but then I went with the truth. That I did jerk off a lot, but that I mostly was thinking about her while doing so. The widow blushed a little bit, it took her a moment or two to collect herself: “You know, that I, that we have to prevent you from such a sinful behavior in the future.”

I fully agreed with the widow. If it needed to be done, it needed to be done. And yes, I was more than curious about on how she was planning on achieving that goal. So I just asked. Her answer was a surprising, but also a very confusing one: “We have to drive the evil spirit, the demon that causes your sinful behavior out of your body. And trust me, I know how to fight those evil spirits that possess innocent people.”

Once more I shared the widows opinion. I told her that I would do whatever it would take to drive the demon out of my body. That I would do whatever she wanted me to do. My saying put a smile on her face: “Thank you for trusting me with this matter.”

Then we finished dessert, I carried the dishes into the kitchen, the widow told me that she would be back soon. And that I should wait for her in the kitchen. I complied, and to kill some time I put everything that was standing around, and that was suitable for a dishwasher inside her dishwasher.

When she came back, my unasked doing put a smile on her face. She thanked me for helping her with those pesky household things, then her voice, the expression on her face turned serious as she dumped a box onto the kitchen counter.

The widow then pulled one metal chastity cage after the other out of the box. She told me that the were thoroughly cleaned left overs from her husband. That he had his dick locked inside a cage for a long long time. And that it had turned him into a better, into a much happier man.

I immediately understood where she wanted to. I told her that I was okay with her locking my dick away and keeping the key. Because I might have been fantasizing about something like that in the past. Me going along with her plans, it put a tiny little smile on her stoic face: “Thank you for saying yes to locking your dick inside a secure cage. How about getting naked, so that we actually can lock your dick away for the better good, and to prevent sinful things from happening when you will share my bed later that night?”

As you can imagine, the thought of sleeping next to her, the thought of doing naughty things in bed with her, it made my dick rock hard. So when I dropped my pants, a boner popped out of it.

When the widow saw my hard one she briefly bite her lips, then she checked me out from tip to toe, until her eyes ended up on my hard one again. She then addressed the problem: “I fear to get your dick inside of one of those cages, we have to get rid of your boner problem. We will have to drive the demon that causes your boner problem out of your body.”

The widow sounded like she already had a plan, like she already knew how to get rid of my boner problem. To keep it all rolling I asked her if she knew a way to get rid of my boner problem. She told me that she knew one, and that she would be back with me in a few minutes.

While the widow was gone totally naked me took a closer look at the various chastity cages laying on the kitchen counter. Some actually were really tiny. Too tiny for my dick, at least I thought so back then.

Then the widow came back. She had an old looking book in one hand, and a riding crop in her other hand. It didn’t took much thinking from my side to figure out how she was planing to get rid of my boner. And damn it, thinking of her spanking me until my boner would be gone, it made my dick even harder.

The widow and I looked each other in the eyes for some time. Then it was time to start the ritual, as she later would call our fights against those demons sitting inside us. She opened the book, she told me to go down on my knees and to fold my hands. She then began to read from the book.

It were prayers that I never had heard before. Prayers that sounded very ancient, like they had been written in a time long long time ago. Prayers that were mostly about fighting demons with the help of god. The last one ended with the following words: “...and may those sinful demons never return in my body again. Amen.”

Then there was silence. While the widow looked down on me, she grabbed the riding crop. She tested the riding crop on her open hand. She hit herself harder and harder, the sound of the riding crop cutting though air and the sound of the riding crop hitting her hand got louder and louder.

A painful expression appeared on the widows face, than a slightly more painful one, then she stated the following: “Yes, I think that is hard enough for you. At least for the beginning.”

Then the widow gave me an order: “Stand up, bend over the kitchen table, stretch your butt out, please.”

I complied. Moments later I was in position, and the widow was standing behind me. I mentally prepared myself for the fist hit, then I heard something cutting through air, then the riding crop hit my butt.

Pain drove through my body, I jumped a little bit, then the awesome sensation of pain leaving my body was setting in. Then the second hit landed. A moan escaped my body while it happened. Fuck, then the pain left. It felt already good.

The widow kept on spanking my butt, she hit me harder and harder, it didn’t took long and my dick leaked pre cum. Plenty of it. Most of it ended up on the kitchen table. Then the next hit landed, and then the next one.

The widows aim was great, she knew about pacing, spanking my ass clearly was no first time for her. As she later told me, she often had helped her deceased husband with his demons.

My moaning meanwhile had gotten constant. Fuck, the pain, the sweet sensation of the pain leaving my body, it really cleared my mind. It made me get lost in the ritual, it made me forget about space and time.

Then my red and blue butt began to turn numb. There was huge puddle of pre cum on the table. And my dick had gotten limp. Very tiny, and very limp. It was then that the widow stopped spanking my butt.

But the ritual was far from over. The widow told me about the next step: “Quick, lick the demon of the kitchen table. He had been flushed out of your body, but the only way to really defeat him is devouring him inside your belly.”

Without hesitation I licked my pre cum off the widows kitchen table. She was so kind to point me towards every single last drop that I had missed. When the tabletop was clean I showed her my empty mouth. A pleased smile appeared on the widows face, then she took the old book and we spoke another prayer, that ended with about the following words: “…and may god prevent the demon from returning inside my body. Amen.”

The ritual now was officially over. And I must admit, I didn’t felt horny anymore. The demon truly had left my body. What followed next was putting my dick inside a fitting chastity device. It took a few attempts until we found the right one, then the widow turned the key and pulled him out of the lock. The key ended up on the chain around her neck, next to her golden cross.

The widow then allowed me to get dressed again, and we ended up in her living room. Cuddling, kissing in front of her fireplace and mostly enjoying just being with each other. It was a great evening.

An evening that ended up with us spending our first night together. Falling asleep while with me holding her in my arms. And with my dick safely locked away in a chastity cage, to prevent sinful, forbidden things from happening.

Ali was a shy girl, she always had been. She preferred to stay in front of a computer screen, interacting with the world that way, less chance of getting hurt, less chance of making a fool of herself. So instead of making friends she stayed locked in her room. Her biggest solo activity was trying to write. Being a novelist was something she could do at home with no one really bothering her. Several books were started, none finished. It got to the point where she wouldn't even tell her family about them because she got tired of seeing the exasperated looks on their faces when she started a new one.

Of course she had to work and so she left the house for that, but had found a job that required little interaction with others. And she stayed fit and active, largely through a healthy diet, swimming and some martial arts. It was the one activity that she didn't mind being around other people to do. She was even pretty good at it, though at five feet, three inches high and only weighing in at 90 lbs there wasn't much chance of overpowering many people.

As for dating, forget about it. She had found an attraction to other girls while she was in high school but had never dared approach anyone, she had found she got too tongue tied and flustered easily which left her feeling humiliated on the rare occasion she had tried. A few had tried asking her out but the petite redhead was just too shy and they could barely get a word out of her. And so high school passed and Ali left her small hometown and took off for college, but she found it wasnt to her liking and after only a semester she dropped out.

Still she had no desire to go home and live in her parent's basement. So she found a new job, one that wasn't quite as people free as the last one but the pay was good. She also joined an online writers forum and found when there was a computer screen between them and her she wasn't so nervous talking to people. It was probably inevitable. In fact it was almost shocking that she hadn't stumbled on it before. But in one of her forays onto the internet for research for her newest book she stumbled across a website that would change her life forever.

The site was...well not to put too fine a point on it, a porno, but it was stuff Ali had never seen before, had never even known existed. She had of course had "The Talk" with her parents when she was growing up but never, ever, ever had anything like what she was seeing even been in the peripheral of what was possible to do and as Ali scrolled down the screen she licked her lips hungrily, not realizing she was drawing closer to the screen as her hand trailed down between her legs.

She began rubbing herself lightly through her sweatpants, letting out soft moans as she stopped by what appeared to be a clip, the image on the clip showed a woman wearing a black leather hood with what looked like metal clothes pins attached to her nipples, she was bent over a wooden beam and her hands were tied behind her but pulled up, keeping her in the bent position.

With almost no hesitation Ali clicked on the play button and was treated to a short trailer as another woman came up behind the hooded girl, a scary looking whip in her hands and...and a rubber cock strapped to her hips. She watched mesmerized as the leather clad woman whipped the hooded woman, but instead of screams of pain, the girl was moaning sensually, moving her backside as though seeking the whip. The trailer was only a few minutes long and it abruptly cut to the leather clad woman fucking the other girl with the fake cock. Ali gasped when she saw the cock was sliding it in and out of the hooded woman's ass. It cut to black as the hooded girl let out a scream of pure bliss.

Ali's breath caught in her throat and her whole body went ridged as a wave of pleasure washed over her and she felt warm sticky liquid coat her fingers. After her body relaxed and she took a minute for her breathing to slow down she glanced down only to see that during the trailer she had slid her hand into her pants and past her panties and she had rubbed herself to a small but satisfying orgasm.

Looking back up at the screen she continued to peruse through the site, finding all the free clips she could, continuing to rub herself as she did. Once she finished that site she began looking for another and then another. She needed to find out more, had to know about this insane new world she had just found.

Over the next few weeks Ali studied, she found everything she could, reading up on this strange, wonderful new world she had stumbled into, she watched videos and clips that she found for free and a few times even dared to venture into chat rooms and posed tentative questions but she always vanished from them almost as fast as she had entered and she tried to never visit the same one twice. She may have been caught up in the warm pleasurable feeling she received but she was still herself and she was still cautious.

After three weeks she finally found the nerve to sign up for a fetish themed website though she posted almost nothing to it, not wanting to give too much away. Mainly she used it to read forums and glean different opinions from various people. She even found a woman who she got along with, who called herself a...Domme. She was supremely helpful in answering Ali's questions though Ali could tell the woman wanted more Ali did make it clear she was only looking into the lifestyle and was not ready to make any sort of commitment, especially not to someone who lived across the country. Luckily the Domme seemed to take that in stride and continued to be helpful, her mood even shifted to encouraging Ali to find someone closer to her, someone she could talk to in real life.

It wasn't as though she didn't want that, but it just wasn't in her nature to be that bold in her questing, there was more she had to find out...at least that was what she told herself, the truth was she was just afraid to take that step. She knew it was a big one and she was afraid of rushing into something, of regretting going on this journey. She knew that if she was ever going to get somewhere with it she was going to need to work at her own pace, she needed to be cautious.

A full two months after her first accidental trip onto that website Ali stepped into an adult toy store...and almost immediately stepped back out and drove away. She returned the next day, a half hour before it closed, hoping that would mean fewer people in there. She bought a cheap collar, a cheap ball gag and two pairs of mid quality leather cuffs. She blushed as the shop clerk winked at her and handed her a black plastic bag with her purchases. Ali blushed as she scampered from the store and drove back home having to remember to not speed as she did so.

Once she got home she shoved her purchases into the closet and though she never really forgot about them her life did get busy as her job picked up pace for that week and she worked some serious overtime hours, each night coming home too tired to do anything but eat a quick, unsatisfying meal and collapsing into her bed. Midway through the next week the deluge stopped and work returned to its normal pace. That night Ali went to the adult store and bought two more items with her overtime money. A leather hood like she had seen in the first movie and a hitachi wand. One the clerk said worked very well.

Driving home again Ali thought on her new purchases and the ones she had already at home. She had these things but she had not once used them yet. Was she really planning on it, or was this just something else that she would never follow through on. That though made her sick to her stomach and just a little angry with herself. It wouldn't be the first time if it happened that way. That was when she made up her mind, it was a Friday night, she had the whole weekend to herself. When she got home, she was going to make use of her new toys and finally experience this in real life.

Part 2 – The Ache

The Next Day - 29 days Until the Event

R: I’m just waking up now, had a hard time getting to sleep due to well… You know. I’m sending along my verification and then heading to work.

F: Good, I’m doing the same. It’s only been less than 24 hours, and I already can’t wait, I just wish Jane would tell me when this was all happening. Seeing these videos though, it’s a shame we never messed around when we were dating 😉

R: I wanted too, memory serves you were the scared one, if only folk saw you now.

F: Well…. Ok you’re right, it’ll be good to see you soon though, even in a non “randy” state.

R: You too. Shit, I gotta get up, I’m gonna be late. Grab coffee sometime soon?

F: Yah, I’m down

J: Guess I’ll be playing chaperone, see you at work Reed, make sure you’re on time with your verification at noon.

Reed put his phone down, realizing that he needed to rush to get out the door. He had completely forgot that he would need to “show signs of arousal” during work hours too, how would that work? Drive home for lunch? Go to the bathroom? Oh well, he would figure it out.

He drove a little too fast to get coffee, and by then he was starting to calm down. By the time he got to work, he had almost zoned out, until he pulled into the garage and saw her. There was Jane, getting out of her car, in sneakers, a skirt, and a shirt that left more boob out then in. Immediately he got excited again, until she locked eyes with him. Then, a cold shiver went down his spine.

She walked over to his car and knocked on the window with her knuckles. Reed rolled it down, hardly knowing what to say. She leaned over into his car, bust in full view.

“Remember that video from last night?”

“y-yes” He said, remembering just how many times he had watched it. It was a video of Faith riding Janes strap-on hard. Panties pulled to the side and riding like her life depended on it. He felt a jolt just remembering it.

“Good, I can tell.” She said, eyeing his crotch, which was growing even though he was wearing jeans. “I brought a memento from it, keep it on you today, and use it for your verification at lunch.”

She handed him the panties that Faith had been wearing in the video. Reed was in shock.

“That’ll be all, remember the rules.” She stood back up and sauntered to the front desk to start the day. Reed sat in the car for a while, not sure what to do. The panties were laying like a brick in his lap, so close, yet so far from Faith. The idea of even having them was taboo, and exciting, all at the same time. He took them in his hand, and put them into his pocket for now, feeling just how hard he was even through the pocket.

The rest of his morning was a bit of a blur. He got to work, and that distracted him for a bit, but every time his phone went off, or he reached into his pocket and felt the panties, he was jolted out of it. His boss was a real ass about having your phone out on the clock, so he knew he’d have a lot of messages to catch up on.

Before he knew it, it was 11:45, lunch break. Quickly washing off his hands from work, he went into the lunch room. He sat in the corner so no one could see his phone, and he pulled it out.

J: So, duck, what would you like tonight, I was thinking maybe steaks, or tacos. Oh, and then for dessert, would you like the 9-inch vibrating one, or the 8-inch thick one, or maybe I can just sit on your face for a while?

F: Why not tacos I like tacos…. And uh, why not the 8 inch and then I can eat your taco 😉

Reed had somehow stumbled into the wet dream of every boy ever, and somehow had been invited to be a part of it.

F: Oh, and here is my verification… I had to sneak into the handicapped washroom to get privacy. [Watch Video]

Reed hit play on the video, only to realize his volume was on full blast. Given the moaning in the video, some of his co-workers sent him a mix of dirty, and intrigued looks. Reed retreated to the bathroom, found a free stall, and opened it again.

Faith was wearing a long sundress, that was modest. Until she turned around and bent over, hiking it up over her bouncing ass. As she lifted it up, she pulled her skimpy thing down and revealed that she was plugged. As she was bent over, she began playing with herself, and audibly counted each time she edged. For a minute long video, she edged 5 times. She pulled her thong back up, and he could see how even before this, it was soaked from how horny she was. He commiserated with it.

He had only a few minutes to send something himself, when he remembered Janes gift, and her telling him to use it in his verification. He didn’t think she meant wear them, but he did know what he wanted to do. He pulled down his pants, revealing his already hard cock. He took Faith panties, and wrapped them around it, starting to jerk. He leaned back, and started to record, even just a few tugs in, he realized that he wasn’t going to last long.

He jerked off for about a minute, nearly matching Faith’s 5 edges himself, and the panties were soaked with not only his juices now, but Faith’s as well. He wanted to cum so bad, but he couldn’t. Not if he wanted what those panties covered last night.

R: Supper sounds good, care to share? Here is my verification by the way. Recognize these, Faith? [Watch Video]

F: Holy fuck… Did Jane give those to you? They were soaked from last night.

R: I could tell, they are pretty soaked again now…

J: Here’s a treat [Watch Video]

As Reed clicked on what Jane sent, he heard the sound of heels clack away. He clicked and realized that Jane had recorded him jerking off, as he was recording himself jerk off. Was he really being that loud? Getting embarrassed, and realized he still had a half of a shift to finish, he tried to get up and get back to work.

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2 Weeks Later, 15 Days to Event

Jane muttered curses under her breath about the traffic, she had errands to run, and 2 horny adults to keep track of. Both had been honest about the contract, and the verifications. It was fun to watch Reed squirm, but Jane took no pleasure from it, she was a lesbian after all. What she did take pleasure in, was seeing how wet that it makes Faith. The event with the panties had created a need to change the bed sheet with how wet she had gotten that night. Reed appreciated seeing that too. She had let him keep them.

She though of Reed as more of a toy then anything. A plaything that kept her partner eager, and willing. She had never really seen Faith get as horny as she has been. Jane was diabolical with Faith at home and mean to Reed at work. A few days ago, she was telling the other receptionist just how big he was and how good he was in bed, seeing him squirm as she tried flirting with was golden. Ok, maybe she did take some sadistic pleasure in torturing poor Reed, but it was all in the name of fertility, and seeing just how committed he was.

There was only one thing that bothered her, and that was the end of all this. What if Faith and Reed caught feelings? The end game was pregnancy after all, that is a big deal. Or what if Reed caught feelings, and this all blew up? And most importantly, were Faith and Jane really ready to parent? Sometimes it just felt like too much, but it was exciting all at the same time. Like jumping into a lake, and you can’t see what’s under you, it’s exciting and scary, all at the same time. 

While traffic was backed up, she checked her phone, it was check in time anyway, and since it was the weekend, both would be verifying from home, which was when Jane got more creative. This time, she had gotten Faith to send it while spit roasting herself on 2 dildoes, and Reed was to bend over, and jerk his cock like an udder, while he was plugged. Both had fulfilled their duties.

Reed had impressed her, he had come out of his shell a lot since this had all began, had even started talking to her at work. Jane and Faith were quickly discovering how much of a freak he really was. Faith on the other hand, was just as much a freak as she has always been, she was in her element with this contract game.

Finally, traffic started to move. Just like her feelings regarding all of this, things were unclogging but slowly. She drove off, thinking of more torturous ideas to put them through, touching herself gently as she did.

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2 Weeks, and a Day Later – The Eve of the Event

Faith was driving home. All she could think about was sex, which just caused her to think about sex more. It didn’t help that today Jane kept going on about “after supper activities” for tonight and had requested little else in the meantime.

To attempt to keep her mind off of things, she kept trying to come up with ideas for what to do with the unused room in the upstairs of home. Maybe an office? She had drawn layouts and dreamed about big wooden desks to be bent over on. Or maybe a cozy book reading room with blankets and couches, to relax in after a good dicking. Or maybe at this point, just put a bloody sex room in, with an Andrews cross, and stocks, and a paddling bench. It didn’t matter what it was for, so long as Jane was there too.

Reed was fun, but mostly in a sexual way. They had not had physical contact through this whole event, which just made it even more palpable. She imagined him as this hulking, sweaty mechanic man about to rip off her leggings and pound her with his thick, mouthwatering cock. But the real icing on the cake was Jane’s influence on the whole event. Seeing how wet she was, even if she tried to hide it a little bit.

Faith pulled into home, exhausted from work, but also from how taxing edging all day can be. She got out, letting the cool air hit her face, and walked up with her bag to the door. Just before opening it however, she noticed a note tapped to the door.

Faith:

1.     Strip.

2.     Enter

3.     Put on things in dish.

4.     Kneel facing the door.

5.     Wait

The feeling of arousal that she had been trying to suppress reared its head violently. She had to strip, before going inside? What about her clothes? What if someone saw, what if?... She bit her lip; how horny it made her was more then how careful she had to be. So, she stripped right then and there, outside the door, feeling the cold on her nipples. She did a little spin, giving a show to anyone who was watching, and threw all her clothes on the ground.

Following the note, she then entered, and no one was there. But there was a dish set up in the middle of the entryway, in it, was a plug, lube, a blindfold, and a ring gag. Faith was nearly cumming just from the excitement of it all, was this the night of the event? Was she going to cum? Quickly, she put in the plug, feeling how all the training she had had through this month had really trained her asshole as it ate it right up. She put on the gag, which forced her mouth open and drooling for any cock or fingers that wishes to explore it. And finally, she put on the blindfold, bending down and kneeling facing the door. She was a good girl, and she was expecting Jane to come and open the door and use her.

She was dripping in anticipation, both her pussy and her mouth were making a mess. She touched herself a little, and edged a few times, awaiting what was coming. She felt like a total whore, and she loved it. But then, instead of the door just opening as it would for Jane, the doorbell rang…

End of Part 2

Part 1 – The Contract

It was another damned night. A horrible date, stiff conversation, the only thing that made it more bearable was the stiffer drinks. Reed had asked out a girl he met online, only to find she looked nothing like her photos, and only seemed to want free booze from him. A shame, it took a lot out of Reed to go on a date in the first place. Defeated, he took a seat in his computer chair and booted it up.

A few more glasses of whiskey mixed with self-pity later, Reed flipped through his internet dating one or 2 more times. It had been a bit of a dry spell, not been laid in a year or more at this point. A few messages here and there but nothing interesting, so with a sigh, he began to doom scroll through Instagram.

A few folks from high school got married, whatever. A former flame is now married and pregnant, more whiskey. He kept scrolling, sinking deeper and deeper into his chair, and deeper and deeper into his drink.

He scrolled further, and came across a picture of Jane, his co-worker at “Randy’s Auto”. Jane and Reed were co-workers, though Reed worked on the cars, and Jane at the front desk. The ongoing joke between the mechanics was that Jane was there to make all the customers “Randy” and more susceptible to mark-ups. She did this job well, too well at times. Jane was tall, busty, and had flowing blond hair. Nearly everyone had thought about her in a sultry way at one point or another, only one problem, she was a strict lesbian. It had become a hazing ritual to get new shop workers to ask her out, only to get chewed out.

Reed had another problem, however. Jane was dating and living with an old flame of Reed’s from school, Faith. Faith was Reed’s first kiss, first love, though things just didn’t work out when he moved to get trade certified. Every time he saw Jane at work, he was reminded of Faith and died a little inside.

Scrolling Jane’s profile now, he came across a picture of both of them, at a waterfall, in bikinis. Faith was wearing a more modest 2 piece, mostly due to her job as a teacher, and Jane was… Well, wearing a small, red bikini, and left little to the imagination. Where Jane was tall and domineering, Faith was the opposite, small and petite. Jane could break her just by sitting on her. Jane was tall and blond, and all leg, whereas Faith was small, red haired and, well… endowed.

Now, Reed was just a man, not a particularly good one, but not a bad one either. Like any other man, seeing a picture like that, and knowing what might have happened after…. Well, he took a final swallow of his whiskey and tugged off his sweatpants. Tonight, old trusty would have to do, as he flopped out his cock. Reed wasn’t a bad looking guy, and was also “endowed”, maybe 6 foot, dark haired and clean shaven. Sitting in his chair, he looked like a far smaller man. After trying and failing with some porn, Reed simply jerked off to the thought of Jane and Faith, at that waterfall, asking him to take part.

After the loneliest, and saddest orgasm of his life, Reed simply went to bed in a drunken stupor, hoping to sleep off this feeling.

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Faith pulled into the well-lit driveway. As she turned off the car, she simply sat in the car for a minute. Work was rough today; test season was upon them and the amount of marking she had to do… well she just hoped she wouldn’t spill wine on the papers this time.

Pulling herself out of the car, and opening the door, she was invited in by the smell of spaghetti, and her favorite, garlic bread. Jane was treating her well tonight. Kicking off her shoes and jacket, she wandered into the kitchen, slid her arms up Janes short dress and hugged her from behind. She only really came up to Jane’s chest (not that she was complaining).

“Do you want to eat before, or after dinner?” Jane quipped, pushing her dress back down and returning the hug.

Faith blushed for a moment, “why not both?” she said, moving her arms up her dress again.

“Silly little duck, go set the table, dinner is nearly ready.” Said Jane, returning to the stove.

“Sure, thing Goose, I missed you today” Faith said half disappointed, grabbing the plates from the cupboard.

“I missed you too, how was work?”

“Oh, you know, kids were dumb again today. One of them didn’t like that I failed them on their weekly test and drew penises all over the chalkboard. I really don’t know how he thinks that will make anything better.” Faith complained, finishing up with the table, and pouring a little wine.

“Mmhmm, well we can’t all be as educated and high class as you duck.” Jane brought the pot over to the table, it smelled like Italian heaven, even though she was part-Irish. The only thing that looked and smelled more delicious was Jane. Faith had no idea how someone who worked in an auto shop could keep themselves from looking like a gremlin by the end of the day, but somehow, Jane did.

“Perhaps, doesn’t mean they can’t try though. Anyway, I was wondering, any thought as to what to use that room upstairs for? I was thinking about turning it into an office, or maybe a work room.” Faith said, wait a stuffed face of spaghetti. She looked up at Jane, who somehow even made the act of eating pasta sexy, God, she was so lucky to have her.

“I see even the civilized go back to being cavemen at times” She mocked; Faith’s face covered in sauce. “I was thinking I’ll just knock you up and it’ll be a baby room.” She joked.

Faith was equal part turned on by this notion and saddened as well. She had wanted kids for a long time, and the only downside to Jane, was well, the lack of a cock to make that happen.

“Come on Goose, you know I don’t like you joking about that.” Faith said, even though the prospect of getting pregnant got her really going.

“Who said I was joking? Maybe we’ll just get you a surrogate, or just get a man here for a few days, you’d like that anyway.” Faith would in fact like that anyway, being bisexual, most of her fantasies involved being used by both Jane and a man at the same time.

“Surely you can’t be serious…right?”

“Why not? We’ve talked about bringing in other people before, I might not like guys, but seeing you get wet always gets me going, plus we could actually get a baby out of this.” Faith was redder than the tomato sauce at this point, especially with how nonchalant Jane was being about this. She never did beat around the bush.

“Well… Maybe if you take the lead on it, I’ll trust you. You’ll have to pick a guy of good stock, and maybe more than a knuckle dragger. We’d probably have to make a contract of sorts and get a lawyer to...”

“Already done dear, and I’ve put my own… twist on it as well, have to make sure you and him are as fertile as possible after all.” Jane cut her off, having finished eating, she stood up to clear the table. “I already knew that you would want this, so I took the liberty of doing some pre-planning”.

Faith was shocked. Jane did pull stunts, but this was a little further than the others. On the other hand, Faith was so wet at the prospect of it all, and she was leaving a mark on the chair.

“I’ll start looking for someone soon, I might have an idea already.” She returned from the kitchen, and pushed Faith’s chair back, sitting herself on the table in front of her. “In the meantime, it’s time for dessert, so eat up little duck.” She spread her legs, and wrapped them around Faith, revealing that she hadn’t been wearing any panties. Faith eagerly dove in and began sucking her clit and getting her wetness all over her face. Faith always strove to be a good girl for Jane, and knew that if she did a good job, she would be rewarded.

Jane arched back, and took Faith head in her hand, guiding her on how to eat her roughly. She shoved her head back and saw how much of a mess they had already made, how eager Faith was, nearly cumming just by eating her out. She put her head back, and grinded against it hard, Faith eagerly kept up, and before she knew it, she was cumming hard on the kitchen table. She turned over, expecting Faith to clean up the mess she had made. Faith eagerly lapped up Jane’s juice, only in the process to really be making more. Jane again reached behind her, and shoved her head into her ass, making sure that she didn’t miss a spot.

Faith was breathing hard, and touching herself as Jane showed her where to lick. She cursed the fact that she was wearing pants, because she couldn’t get up yet to take them off, and really get to it. Finally satisfied, Jane stood up, turned around and told Faith one simple word.

“Strip.”

It was the word she had been waiting for.

Faith quickly started with he pants, unbuckling her belt, and dropping her pants and panties in one motion. She lifted her shirt, and quickly undid her bra, letter her large breasts free. Jane walked a circle around her, inspecting her prey. As she came around behind her, she hugged her from behind and leaned down to her ears and whispered; “I love you.” And plunged 2 fingers into Faith.

Faith audibly groaned at the sensation she had been aching for since she got home. She arched he back, as Jane continued to finger her, occasionally bringing her fingers up for Faith to suck clean. Jane got her right to the edge, and then stopped. Faith breathlessly looked at her, practically begging with her eyes for more.

“Before we get to the main chorus, I want you to read one thing for me.” She said, bending over just a little more than necessary to pull out some papers. It was the contract that she had mentioned earlier. “Skip to the last page.” So, Faith did, and as she read, the more excited, and more scared that she got. Jane was certainly creative, and this proved it.

“Sign.”

Faith looked it over, longing desperately for a touch. “Will I get to cum if I sign it now?”

“Not until your part of the contract is filled, so no. Either cum now, or play the game.” Jane handed her a pen, and Faith hesitated. She knew what she was going to do, but she wanted to cum so bad. She signed quickly and handed Jane the papers.

“Good duck, I’ll get everything else set up, for now though…”

Jane stood up and pushed Faith to the bedroom. Pushing her onto the bed, she said to Faith, “I’ve got a present for you tonight.” After a minute in the ensuite bathroom, Jane came back out with a new strap on, and a bottle of lube. Faith eyed it eagerly, knowing full well how talented Jane was with one of those. “Tonight, we are going to try to knock you up”

“Oh god yes…” The vibrating tip slid in, and the rest of the night was a frustrating blur…

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“Another day, another dollar.” Reed muttered to himself, walking into the shop. Last night’s bender had left him less the human today, thankfully it was a slow day. He nursed his hangover with copious amounts of coffee, and tried not to think about the date, or what happened after.

Partway into lunch, he realized he forgot to punch in at the front. Muttering some curses under his breath he went up to the front desk, where Jane was a familiar sight.

“I forgot to punch in, can you do it for me?” he asked Jane, and she looked up from her phone. She looked at him longer than normal this time, uncomfortably long and all over him.

“Is everything ok?”

“Yes… I’ll punch in for you, if you do me a favor.”

“Sure?” Reed was too tired for this.

“Would you impregnate Faith for me? You two did go out in high school briefly.” She asked, just as you would ask someone for a cup of coffee.

Reed honestly didn’t know if this was a side effect of the hangover, or maybe too much porn lately, or if he was so lonely that his mind was playing tricks.

“W-what?” Was all he managed to get out.

“Would you impregnate Faith for me? If yes then I have a contract I need you to sign, and follow to the t.” She passed him a small folder. “One copy for you, and one for me, sign both if you would.”

Reed looked up, reset his jaw, and opened the paper. “Is this like artificial insemination, or a sperm donation?” He flipped through, seeing mostly legal jargon that was not to focus of his brain at the moment.

“At least he knows some big words, not a knuckle dragger” she said under her breath, “No, we are talking about you fucking Faith, and me helping both of you be as fertile as possible.” She said, just a little too loud for the reception area.

Reed honestly can’t remember what he said. His head was spinning more than with the drink from last night. All he remembered was signing the papers, taking his copy, and going back to work.

He had 4 hours left in his shift, and they passed like 5 seconds. He didn’t see Jane for the rest of the day, and somehow, he made it home, although he barely registered that he was even driving. Getting home and settling on the couch, he flipped through the contract that he had signed.

Most of it was legal stuff, not getting custody of the kid, not having to make support payments, etc. But it was the final few pages titled: “fertility agreement” that really caught his eye;

Fertility Agreement Between Jane Greene, Faith Smith, and Signee

1.     The signee will keep themselves as fertile as possible. This includes;

a.      Maintaining physical health and cleanliness.

i.      No excess of alcohol or drugs

ii.      Keep away from stressors.

2.     The signee will not under any circumstances achieve orgasm between the time of signing, until the event occurs.

3.     The signee can and will be constantly “teased” at any time, in order to achieve maximum amounts of sperm.

a.      This “teasing” can be physical, mental or digital.

4.     The signee must check in once every 3 hours, excluding sleeping hours, with proof of sexual arousal.

a.      This will be conducted in a text group chat between the three parties. This is at xxx-xxx-xxxx

b.     The first “check in” will be conducted at 9pm on the day of the signing.

5.     The signee must follow any instruction, within reason, that Jane Green gives.

6.     If the signee achieves orgasm over this period, fails to check in, or fails to follow a directive from Mr. Greene, then the contract is void, and the event will not take place. All communication will cease, and a new party will be chosen to take the signee’s place.

7.     The event will occur on Nov 21^(st)

a.      The event in question will be breeding Ms. Smith.

b.     This has not and will not be disclosed to Faith Smith in order to encourage a feeling of surprise and fertile attitude.

“What the fuck have I gotten into?” Reed muttered. “I can’t jerk off? November 21^(st), that’s… a month from now.” As much as he hated to admit it, the thought of all this turned him on tremendously. Not just the thought of Faith, but the sense of command that Jane sent off.

He re-read the document and checked his watch. It was 8:43pm. 17 minutes until he had to check in. Thankfully, with the prospect of all of this, he was more then ready to check in. He took out his cock, jerked off, and set his camera to record. He got a little too into it for a check in he supposed, but stopped right at the edge, his cock starting to drip pre.

Now for the hard part, texting them. What do I say? Is it even real, or am I getting punked, or blackmailed? He took out his phone:

R: Hey, this is kinda strange, but I wanted to text before the first check in. Wanted to make sure this is real, because it seems too good to be true honestly. It’s good to contact you again too Faith, it’s been too long, though these are strange circumstances.

J: Its real, I’ll prove it, Faith is busy, so this can serve as our first check in with you too.

Jane sent a video, timestamped for just a few seconds ago. Faith was shirtless, and with panties moved to the side, riding hard on Janes strap on, moaning loudly as her thighs slapped Janes legs. Reed was having trouble not cumming already. He had never seen either of them naked before, let alone doing stuff like this. It was better than he imagined the night before. He watched the video several times jerking off before realizing it was exactly 9pm. It was his turn.

With great trepidation, he clicked send.

R: I can’t think straight after that, this is my reaction. [View Video]

J: Hmm…

J: You’ll do fine

J: Good Boy – No cumming, though I will.

Reed had a very long night ahead of him. He didn’t need to imagine anymore.

End of Part 1

Mister Toppy Pants got in trouble.

Coming home from a night away where she had me tied up in rope and all sorts of other lovely bits of play (more to say on that soon), I mentioned that I've been increasingly curious about being completely immobilized and have long wondered what it would be like to bound in plastic wrap. So she stopped at Wal-Mart to pick up some heavy duty pallet wrap and some kitchen saran wrap for small areas and touchups (some puppy pads, which we haven't yet used — that will be a new adventure for me when we get there).

My first mistake was in walking away from her in the store without permission. But my second mistake was much worse, and soon to come.

Back at home, after a snack and a shower, she had me undress and stand by the bed. She started to tie me up... but with rope. Rope? But this was cling wrap day! She told me she wanted to tie my hands at my waist so that they'd be better immobilized if she left a gap in the wrap, because she wanted access so she could sound my cock and fuck my ass.

"I don't think you need to do that, Miss. I think it will work fine with only the cling wrap around my arms," I said. She stared at me. "Umm... I'm topping from the bottom, aren't I?"

"So you don't want to be tied, is that it?" She asked. "Okay! I won't tie you again until you beg for it, Mister Toppy Pants. That's who you are now, right? So that's a good name for you! Mister Toppy Pants!"

So she wrapped me. And wrapped me. And wrapped me some more, ankles to shoulders, with the pallet wrap. And then all around my feet with the kitchen cling wrap. And she smacked me in the balls through the plastic.

"This is what you wanted, right? All wrapped like this? No rope, no handle for me to turn you around or flip you over. You only want to play exactly how you like it, when you like it, isn't that right Mister Toppy Pants?"

"I'm sorry, Miss! I didn't mean to be toppy!" I said.

"...who's sorry?"

"I'm sorry!"

"That's not your na-a-ame..." she said, almost sing-song.

I took a deep breath. "Mister Toppy Pants is sorry, Miss."

"Mmmmm, that was cute, let's get it on video," she said. She took her phone and brought it right to my face. Immobilized in plastic, I couldn't get away no matter how shy I felt, or how much the anxiety of being unable to move started pressing on my mind.

Now on camera, in an unflattering close up: "What are you sorry for?"

"I'm sorry for topping from the bottom, Miss."

"Mmmm mmmm," she corrected, "try again. Who's sorry for topping from the bottom?"

"...Mister Toppy Pants is sorry for topping from the bottom, Miss."

"And who are you?"

"...I'm Mister Toppy Pants."

She put the phone away, and pulled out safety shears to cut a phone-sized square out of the plastic right around my cock.

"That was a cute video. Are you going to post it on Fet or am I?"

"Oh no, please, Miss! Don't post the video! It's too embarrassing!"

"Oh, I think you like that idea. Look how slippery the plastic wrap is from how much your cock is leaking."

"No, please don't post it!"

She only looked mildly moved by my pleading. She took one of the sounds and started threading it into my urethra. "Do you feel very toppy right now, Mister Toppy Pants?" She asked.

"No, Miss, I don't feel very toppy right now." Wrong again. "...Mister Toppy Pants doesn't feel very toppy right now."

"You know, that should be your new scene name. [REDACTED] isn't a very good name. I bet 'Mister Toppy Pants' would start lots of conversations at play parties. If you don't want to post the video, I'll just have you change your name on Fet to MisterToppyPants."

"No please, I don't want to..." My energy to protest was waning. I did have a sound 8" inside me after all.

"WHO doesn't want to?!"

"...Mister Toppy Pants doesn't want to!"

Eventually she cut me free so I could calm down (being enclosed was scary!), relax my body, take a breath, go potty. But a few minutes later I was on my back, a Hitachi magic wand vibe on my cock, and her strapon deep inside me.

"May I come please, Miss?"

"May WHO come?"

"May Mister Toppy Pants please come, Miss, please!"

"When you come, I want you to say 'I'm Mister Toppy Pants'. Come for me."

She's made me say other things as I've come before, other way sexier things. Even just the night before I'd needed help getting back into subspace and she had me say, "I'm your submissive little slut."

Her cock pressed against my prostate. "I'm Mister Toppy Pants." The vibrator rumbled through my cock and down through my perineum. "I'm Mister Toppy Pants!" She thrust harder, holding my hips to press into me. "Oh, oh, oh god, I'm Mister Toppy Pants, oh god, oh god..." I said.

"Mmmmmmm, there it is."

I was shouting, half incomprehensible, as I came on my belly. "I'M MISTER TOPPY PANTS! I'M MISTER TOPPY PANTS!"

Cuddling afterward, she held me close against her. "You know, if you really don't want to post the video, and you really don't want to change your name on Fet... I suppose there could be a third option."

"Yes, Miss?"

"You could post this all on Reddit."

"It just knows what scares you and turns you on" the woman says as I approach the chair. The restraints look very heavy duty - chest straps, two or three leg straps, wrist and arm cuffs - once I'm in the chair and the headset goes on, I am not going anywhere.

"I mean I trust you but this is a lot of money, it better be worth it." I say to her.

"Oh it definitely is. When I did it, it scared the shit out of me." she replied "the AI just has a way of using your brain waves and your social media to show you exactly what you are most scared of, in a sexy kinda way."

"So what did it show you?" I say taking my sweats and hoodie off and chancing my arm at getting some cheap titilaton.

"Well I went in expecting it to show me some sort of sexual assault - cos, let's face it, that is terrifying. But it didn't. Somehow it knew me better." she says sitting my naked body down on the chair "what it showed me has haunted me ever since. Unsatisfying vanilla sex with someone who was fucking beautiful and amazing in every other aspect. We'd have this amazing house, he was absolutely ripped, he was so funny - he turned me on so much I just wanted to devour him - but then we went to bed and he just robotically slid in and out. No foreplay, no kink, no words, just the most boring intercourse ever."

"So you guarantee it's going to be sex related?" I say as she fastens the buckles of the straps across my chest. "It's not going to show me dying alone, slowly being eaten by snakes?"

"Not unless that turns you on!" she says as she continues with the ties on my arms and my legs. I do try and think of what turns me on and my cock responds to thought of the good things it could see.

"There's a whole bunch of toys under the chair and in the walls. The chair will use them when it knows you need them." she says as I feel some cold air rush against my unsupported ass "The program will start once I leave the room. I wholeheartedly recommend that you interact with whatever you see or hear as you get out of it what you put into it, it's interactive it's not a movie. If it gets too scary and you want out you need to say 'blueberry' THREE times in quick succession."

I nod as she fastens the immersive helmet over my face. I can hear my own breath. Every exhale hits the opaque screen in front of me. Five breaths. The woman's voice in my ear says "I'm going to close the door. I'd say enjoy but....."

Her voice trails off. Another handful of breaths is all I can hear. My heart thumps in anticipation.

And then there's a ringing. Like a mobile, or Teams or Zoom. I try and grab an imaginary mouse forgetting already that I'm tied to a chair

"Hello" I say to nowhere "Hello who is this?"

A face appears sitting at a desk looking like they're staring into a web cam. "Hello this is Doctor Eastman" she says. Her brunette bob is slightly wavy at the bottom. I know this face from somewhere. I recognise those cheekbones, those eyes and those red lips.

"Oh Jane!" I say finally remembering her first name. She looks at me blankly. "I've not seen you in ages - we knew each other way back - through my sister."

I had such a massive crush on her. She worked in a department store during college, which just happened to be next to the sports bar I had to pretend I liked to go to so I could walk through there and accidentally bump into her. I didn't always go over and talk to her, sometimes I would just walk through to see her in the distance so I didn't pester her too much. Her uniform - black tops, black skirts and black tights - definitely started my obsession with legs, tights and stockings.

"You know - Jules' brother - we lived in the house with the red door, we always had that big BBQ in the summer?" Jane still looks at me blankly.

"Oh yeah, it's been ages hasn't it? Must've been about fifteen or twenty years. Fancy meeting up with you like this." she says.

There's an akward pause. Trying to fill the dead air I say "How's life?"

"Yes good" she replies tersely. There's more silence. "OK, so unless you have anything specific for me - I think I'll leave it there."

There's a pause and I smile. Whilst it was nice to see an old face, and a beautiful one as that, this was not exactly what I had spent all my money on. "Just before I go" she says "Do you still masterbate to that photo I posted on Facebook back in 2012?"

Oh that picture. She had been doing some sort of crossfit back then and was ripped as fuck. She was on a night out in a bar wearing these low rise jeans and a crop top. She was turned to the camera slightly and you could see the indentations of abs on her somach. She had that beautiful line that runs down the side of the hips and draws your eyes into her jeans to imagine what it was leading to. I can see that picture as clear as day. Or did I actually see that picture? Did it just flash up? The mental image of that photo is so clear I can't tell if I'm imagining it or if I saw it.

"You know" she says carrying on "when they asked me to take part in this, I couldn't remember who you were. They sent me photos, they sent me detailed description as to who you are. And I had no recollection of you at all."

She said take part? I thought this was AI generated? This can't really be her can it? I can feel something gently brushing against my cock. This is really not the right time to get hard.

"This all must be pretty embarassing for you?" she says as the video starts to zoom into her lips "we're not even friends on Facebook are we? So you've searched me out, gone through my photos and kept that for more than a decade and still wank off to it"

A paddle starts slapping my balls. The slaps are light but they are relentless, hitting the same spot over and over. The more the paddle taps the more painful it becomes.

"That's pretty fucking creepy you know. I mean not as creepy as the way you used to stalk me when I was work." she says "I wanted nothing to do with you then and I don't want to now. I never have."

The thing that was gently stroking my shaft applies more pressure and begins to vibrate. Up and down the underside of my shaft. Faster and harder. The paddle hitting my balls has slowed down it's frequency but has increased it's power and strength. I groan from the pleasure.

"Are you..... Enjoying this?" Jane says and I fumble a yes as I look at her lips smirking at me as the vibrations increase and focus in on the underside of my cock head bringing me right to the verge of orgasm "That's really fucking disturbing. What sort of person enjoys this level of humiliation? You have to be one of the most disgusting human beings on the planet."

The vibrations stop, the screen goes black and I'm no longer being whacked on the balls. My head drops forward and I shake my cock around, trying to get some sort of stimulation. I need to cum. Why do I want to cum? I've just had one of the most humiliating and embarrassing interactions I've ever had and all I can think about is how turned on I am as I stare into the black void of the helmet.

What's that smell? I think to myself as I'm resigned to not getting that orgasm I need. It's orange? And lemon? Very citrus. I know that smell. That's just like what my ex Amy used to smell like. Her apartment. The candles she'd burn. I blink a couple of times and I'm in the hallway of her apartment. I'm walking down towards the living room. I can hear someone groaning somewhere. I turn into the room and see her boots lying on the floor.

Amy was the woman who made me feel comfortable enough to be admit I wanted to be dominated. She'd wear those boots out on a date and it would be the longest teasing session ever. As soon as I saw them, I knew full well that once the date was over, I was getting fucked up. The very worst one (and therefore best!) I remember was when we went to see an afternoon screening of a film and after fifteeen minutes, she leant over and told me that she was going to make me regret having a boot fetish. At regular intervals she'd lean over and whisper a threat to me "Do you think I could kick you so hard that your ball would rupture?", "Maybe I'll take my heel and stab it through your cock". With about twenty minutes to go in the movie she told me to kiss her boots and said she'd show some mercy on me if I stayed there until the end of the movie. I was hard for the entire silent trip home thinking about what was to come. When we got home, she made me immediately strip and lie down. With my feet braced against the external door, she began dragging her heel up and down my shaft. It probably took about a minute before cum was dribbling out of my cock as the pain and teasing had driven me to agony and ecstasy. She made me lie there with cum drying all over my stomach and hips for about a half hour, she walked past me on several occasions, spitting on me, before telling me I should shower.

She was perfect, I was in love, I proposed, she said yes but...... only if she could also sleep with real men. I thought she was joking. She was not joking. We broke up. 4 months passed.

But - I am still in the room. I'm still looking at her boots. I'm noticing a white blouse on the sofa. Some tights and a pair of black lace panties on the coffee table. A groan comes from the bedroom followed by her voice. "FUCK ME PLEASE" I can't forget that accent. I'm walking towards the bedroom door. She's obviously in there. And then I see another pair of trousers and a polo shirt. I don't want to open the door. What I see will crush me. I don't want to turn the handle but I have no choice.

The door opens and I step inside, just in time to hear her yell "I'm coming!". And there she is, on her knees and elbows, head down. She hates doggy, she always said she wanted to see my face. I can hear him slapping his skin against her. I can't see him. It's too dark. The only spotlight is on her.

Her head arches up into the light. "Well hello cucky." she says.

"Hi" I reply noticing how her arms are more toned, her waist thinner and her smile wider than I remembered. It had been months now and I was moving on. But seeing her body, her face and hearing a cock sliding in and out of her cunt is making me miss her. And it was making me hard.

"I have missed you so much" she said as the sound of skin on skin continues. "I was devastated when you left me, I thought you knew I wanted some real cock. Did you not want to make me happy?"

I feel a plastic sleeve slide over my cock. It's well lubricated and it's moving at a slow pace. It slides over the head of my semi hard cock and the sensation of the little ridges and bumps stimulates the shaft as it slides slowly down to the base. As it begins to slowly pull back all I can do is moan.

"I knew you wanted me to be happy. Seriously though, what woman wants a little sissy as her husband. What do I get from kicking you in the balls?" she says as my balls get a short sharp slap as the sleeve carries on sliding up and down my cock at a frustratingly slow speed "Watching you beg me to hurt you? What fucking loser does that?"

A cane or a whip appears out of nowhere, and slaps me across the chest. I jolt in the chair rattling the restraints. Another and another land. One from the left, two from the right. Two more to my thighs. I yell in pain. It stings. The sleeve twists causing a lovely pleasurable senstation on my cock as it slides back down.

"It was always you, you, you! What did I ever get out of it? Do you think I enjoyed watching you......" she says, pausing. Her neck arches back, she looks to the ceiling. Three short gasps of air and long pause. I see her shoulders begin to tremble. She exhales and her head falls back to the bed. The masterbator slides up and down my cock faster and the cane hits me again and again across my thighs. I can feel myself on the edge of cumming.

"Fuck where was I?" she says recovering from her second orgasm in the short time I've been in the room. The sleeve stops rubbing me. "I never came that hard when you were fucking me did I? How could any woman cum hard with a man so submissive he always asks for permission to cum? Do you think this man asks?"

"Look you want me to be happy" she carries on as the plastic pussy slowly slides down my shafts at a much slower speed "And getting a real man's cock makes me happy. But obviously since this is about my happiness, we'd have to do something about your cock. Chastity? Castration? Hmm.... And obviously my man here may want the occasional blow job, and I'm certainly not doing that, wait till you see the size of this thing. So we'd have to train you up to do that. You'd basically just become like a roommate of mine who occasionally deep throats my boyfriend."

I try and look and see the man but can't it's too dark. I love her and I've always wanted her to be happy but having her be pleasured by another man is heart breaking. I could be doing that. I should be doing that. I don't like this.

The sensation in my cock as it's being rubbed and massaged and the stinging in my thighs from the beating they have taken is causing a strange surge of emotions. Maybe I should reconsider? There's something about seeing the woman I loved, or do I still love, enjoying herself. But the emotional pain of it not being me and the thought that I'm not enough terrifies me. The plastic sleevs twists left and right, bringing me back to the edge of orgasm.

"I mean it's not like you'll meet anyone else who treats you as well as me, is it?" she says as the light disappears, the screen goes black and I hear her begin screaming as she has another orgasm. The stimulation on my cock stops. The sleeve withdraws. I have a moment in the blackness to recover emotionally and remind myself that I'm just in a simulation.

Within a second, the screen lights up and I'm in the reception of my office. And my coworker Zoe walks in.

"Hey stranger" she says walking towards me in her long black leather trench coat. He pink hair always makes me smile. The blonde and pink curls are so beautiful. "not seen you in the office for a while."

We exchange pleasantries as we walk towards the office door. She stands by the door and coughs. I swipe my card and open the door for her as she gives me a sexy side eye.

"So before you go to your desk, I have a question." she says grabbing my forearm. "Why won't you ask me out on a date?"

"Erm" I say trying to find the right words because I really wanted to but I was still getting over Amy and was very wary of dating another strong, confident and forthright woman. "I didn't really want to ruin our friendship, I value that too much"

"Ha!" she says with a laugh that cuts a little too deep "Seriously? What friendship? I ask you to do stuff and you run around like a little simp getting me coffee and picking up my dry cleaning. Do you think that's going to change if I fuck you?"

I turn to look at her. She's stood there with her arms folded and a knowing grin on her face. I feel something cold pressing against my ass. The plastic head of a dildo, it starts to slowly push apart my hole. The first inch seems to take forever. I can feel myself gradually opening up and accepting it.

"Or are you worried that you're going to enjoy being dominated by a confident woman" she says as the dildo overcomes the initial tightness of my ass and slides easily inside "or should I say dominated by ANOTHER confident woman. You little slaves are all the same. I could see right through you immediately. Your second day, when I introduced myself and your eyes never got higher than my boots. That was when we knew."

The fake cock is now sliding easily in and out of my ass. The angle of it slightly changes. I feel something I've not felt before from the handful of times I've been pegged. Is this my prostate? The feeling is nice. The plastic cock begins to tingle and vibrate.

"Why are you so worried about us dating?" she says as I look out over the office trying to hide the discomfort of having a vibrating cock in my ass massaging my prostate. She puts her arm around me drawing my closer. The fake leather of her coat smells fantastic. "Are you worried that I'm going to tell the Kate over there by the photocopier that you enjoy having me ram a dildo into your ass? Don't worry because she already knows"

"Are you worried that Joe, the finance guy who knows your cousin, will see the photos I'll take of you being squashed between my thighs as you make me cum?" she says as the thing in my ass begins to inflate and deflate several times. She has turned to whisper in my ear and I can hear her lips moving "well he already knows you're not a real man - why else do you think he stopped hanging out with you?"

"Amelia over there is just waiting for the moment you're outed." Zoe says turning me to the corner of the office where I can see the HR manager with her legs up on her desk and her bright pink heels dangling off her toes "She loves having her toes sucked. And the moment you are outed, your mornings are starting with licking and sucking her toes as she uses her vibrator"

"Does the fact that I'll show your boss videos of me laughing at you whilst you're bent over double spurting cum all over your face scare you?" she says as the cock goes back to sliding in and out at a much faster speed. I can feel her hair brushing against my neck as she stays really close. "because it shouldn't. She already knows who you are. She told us before you were even hired. You reek of beta energy. Everyone in the office, everyone you've ever met - they know who you are and what you like"

"And I realise, if I'm going to fuck you" she says pulling away from me and once again letting me see her in her full glory. "I'm going to have to take the lead."

Like a subliminal message within an advert, I see a quick frame of Zoe stood there, coat removed, wearing a tight black catsuit and a strap on. I get three fast strokes of the cock in my ass and then it retreats and a logo appears and a robotic voice says "Thank you for booking with us and making your fantasies come true. I hope you've enjoyed your time."

"Right I'm going to remove the helmet," the woman's voice says after a minute or so "We recommend you take your time to reaclimitise while I unbuckle you"

The helmet comes off and as the woman undoes the straps I look down at the welts on my legs and flex all my extremities not realising how still I'd been.

I get dressed and go to leave. As the woman escorts me out she whispers to me "I'm not supposed to say this but what I saw on your headset, that was fucking hot. It's the sexiest thing I've seen anyone experience. I had no idea there were men out there who had such depraved fantasies."

I smile at her as I stumble down the corridor trying to get my balance. "One more thing" she says "Zoe...... Erm..... She's in my Wednesday Pilates class. I recognised her hair. You should ask her out, she's fun. Obviously I'm bound by confidentiality and can't say anything about what happened here, so your secret's safe."

It's several hours later and it's 2am, I'm lying in bed thinking over what I saw. Should I be fantasising about someone who I've not seen in over a decade? Do I want to be a chaste, bisexual, cuck just so I can be around Amy? Was Zoe right? Does everyone know who I am and what I'm like? Should I ask her out?

And there's a ping on my phone, my security camera has picked something up outside. I open the app and go to the live view and turn the microphone on so I can ward off any potential burglars. There's someone walking towards my house. She's wearing a long black leather trench coat, I can see the reflection of the light. The picture is not good enough quality to see her face from that distance. Then she gets closer and I see it's Zoe. Dressed exactly the same as she was in my vision.

She gets close enough so the quality of the picture is good enough to make out that she is untying the belt of her coat. It parts, showing that she's wearing a cat suit and a strap on. She looks exactly like that snapshot I saw earlier.

Wait? Am I still in the simulation??? "BLUEBERRY BLUEBERRY BLUEBERRY" I say out loud hopping to stop this.

"Oh sweetie, you're not in the virtual reality any more. This is real life" she says looking into the camera "now let me in so I can fuck your ass".

As most people out there I had and have the habit to leave my life behind me for a few weeks during those hot summer months. My summer vacation was a sacred thing to my, and all my girlfriends had the choice of either coming with me, or staying at home alone. Because me not going on vacation, that just was no option at all.

The woman I was with, she was roughly my age, a couple of years ago decided to accompany me on my round trip through a land in the South, filled with ancient ruins, beaches, beautiful countrysides and awesome cities. She actually was genuinely thrilled about it. And her excitement grew when I told her that I would pay for it all.

Because thirty four year old me had a good paying job that provided me with more than just some disposable income. But as things sometimes go, relationships tend to go extinct. And that was exactly what happened to me four weeks before my, before our summer vacation would kick off.

It was a devastating breakup, she tore my heart out of my body when she took off with her fitness trainer who was so kind to deliver all of the stuff that I had over in my girlfriends apartment – we more or less were living together in it – to my place. It was a little but awkward, and it was clear that we would most likely not become best friends, but that way I didn’t had to see my ex anymore.

Now that I had my stuff back, I just put the boxes into my bedroom, I went back to what had become my daily ritual: Getting up, going to work, coming back home, having a little break down, maybe talk with someone on the phone, then falling asleep and the same story on the following day.

Only interrupted by some going out and drinking on the weekend. I was a heart broken wreck. A heart broken wreck that had a vacation laying in front of him. I was thinking of canceling it all, but when I told my best friend about those plans, he gave me the following reaction: “Go on your vacation. You love your big summer vacation. And it can’t get any worse, can it?”

He had more than one point there. So I didn’t cancel my big summer vacation. I didn’t even called the hotels to tell them that I would show up on my own, and if there was the possibility to downgrade from two bedroom rooms to single bedroom rooms. I left everything as it was originally booked.

A few weeks later I boarded a train. I had reserved two seats, and I also had bought two tickets in advance. So I was looking forward to relatively comfy eight hour ride. I could have taken a plane too, but it would only bring me about one hour, because airports are far far away from everything, than you have to show up early, and so on, and so on.

The train quickly filled up, I wasn’t the only one going on vacation, or visiting their hometowns. But the seat next to me stayed empty, if people were asking if the seat was taken, I had a reservation and a ticket to show off. I told the people that the person I am traveling was late, but would show up later. Yes, I know, a little bit of an asshole move, but I paid for the second seat.

Then the train departed. I quickly went into train travel mode: Listening to some music while watching out of the window. Enjoying the moving by landscape while silently humming my favorite tunes.

About thirty minutes later, the train stopped. Some people left, others boarded, I kept on listening to some music while my backpack was sitting next to me. Then the train took off again.

I was watching out of the window when I felt someone tipping against my shoulder. I thought that it would be the conductor, to check my ticket and my reservation, but it was someone else.

It was a woman close to sixty that wanted my attention. Once she got what she wanted, she asked me the following: “Is the seat next to you taken?”

I checked the mature woman out from tip to toe, then I took my backpack and put it into the overhead compartment: “Nope, it is free. In theory it is taken, but the person I was planing to travel with didn’t show up.”

The well aged woman had a someone just has told me more than I actually wanted to knew expression on her face, but then she sat down. We both then minded our own business for the following four hours.

But then the mobile coffee stand showed up next to us. We both ordered some burned bean juice with milk. And that broke the ice. A conversation erupted, we were mostly talked about our past vacations, artsy things and the landscape passing by the train windows. Then the train came close to the final station.

We kept on talking while leaving the train, we kept on talking while heading towards the taxi stand, but then our ways part. She drove into her hotel, I drove into mine. We said goodbye, and I thought that we most likely would never run into each other again.

After I had checked into the hotel I explored the city a little bit. Not on a guided tour, I just walked straight ahead. Roughly into the direction the restaurant I was planing on having dinner in was located. I came across some very interesting buildings while I walked down the narrow streets.

The people I ran into looked like the belonged to the city I was walking through. I sucked in the atmosphere, I took plenty of pictures, I totally forgot about my nasty break up. Then I had dinner. It was a great, but not too expansive place. I had reserved a seat beforehand, not that it was totally overbooked, or even crowded, but you never know.

Then I went back into my hotel room. Taking a refreshing shower, and jerking off while doing so. To get myself going, I let my imagination run wild. To my surprise it was the mature woman that had sat in the train next to me that first popped into my mind.

It was as a what if we had lost control and ended up inside the filthy train bathroom fantasy. Totally ignoring the dirt, ripping the cloths off each others bodies, then fuck like two really horny animals. I came more than good. I dumped a huge load onto the tiled shower wall. Fuck, my body trembled while I came. It had been a while since it came that hard.

The next day kicked off where the previous day had ended: Nope, not me masturbating beneath the shower, me roaming the streets of the city I was currently visiting while taking plenty of pictures. Once more, a great experience.

After having some tasty lunch I decide to spent the hot summer afternoon inside a fully air conditioned museum. Looking at some old, most likely priceless pieces of art. It was there, that I ran into her again: The woman who sat next to me on the train was also spending her afternoon inside a cool museum.

I saw her first, and she caught my eye on that day. Not that she wasn’t gaining my attention on the day before, but on that day she really had it. Without thinking, without hesitating – something that was actually out of the ordinary for me, because normally I tend to struggle with those things – I walked over to her, placed myself next to her and said hello.

The mature woman then turned around, she had a smile on her face, and said hello too. We then agreed that it was a strange coincidence that we were running into each other again, and then we spent the rest of the afternoon talking about the old paintings and sculptures that were displayed in the museum.

The afternoon practically flew by. The mature woman, my fellow traveler, taught me plenty of new things, I taught her some new things and we both were hitting on each other. We were flirting, and it was on our way out of the museum that she told me that she knew a great place to have dinner.

We ended up in most likely one of the most romantic restaurants I have ever been in. It worked, it set the mood. While eating the tasty food – it was none of those five star restaurants, it just was high quality home made local food – we talked, we flirted and we got to know each other a little bit better.

It was during that evening that the mature traveler really caught my eye, and that I caught hers. We were falling for each other. And yes, more than just some sexual tension built up between the two of us. But we didn’t kiss, or hold hands, not back then at least.

After we were done dining, we had a cold beverage or two, then we decided to call it a day. I asked her if I should call her a cab, or bring her to her hotel, but the traveler declined: “Nope, you will bring you into your hotel. I think your room has room for one more person. At least for one night.”

The traveler’s direct approach caught me by surprise. But I liked it, so my answer was a positive one, and a short one. All that came out of my mouth back then was: “Yes, ma’am.”

My saying put a smile on the travelers face, then we headed off towards the hotel. We walked for a while, enjoyed the warm summer night while sucking in as much of the big city at night atmosphere as anyhow possible. I even took a few picture of her, posing in front of relevant and non relevant, but equally cool looking things.

Then we arrived at my hotel. After getting the keys from the receptionist – yes, it was an old fashioned place – the traveler and me climbed the stairs up to my room. Shortly after we had entered the room, the traveler realized that my room was a room for two people, not just for me alone.

A few seconds of silence later the traveler asked me the following questions: “Do you want to tell me the reason why you have two people hotel room on your own? Will your wife show up soon?”

I told her a little lie. I told her that I always book a room for two, because I just like to have the space. The traveler realized that it wasn’t the truth – she later told me that – but she decided to let it be. To not ask anymore questions, and to enjoy the rest of our night together.

While I visited the bathroom the traveler got comfortable. She stripped down to her underwear, and placed her half naked body on the double bed. She was posing in a very sexy way when I returned from the bedroom, and a few moments later I was laying on the bed next to her. I had gotten rid off all off my clothes while getting from the bathroom door to the bed.

It didn’t took long and our hands were all over each others bodies while we shared one passionate kiss after the other – yes, we didn’t do that one romantic kiss first thing. Then I got her out of her underwear with our lips still touching.

And then, all of a sudden, the traveler pushed me back a little bit, looked me in the eyes and then whispered the following into my ear: “I love nothing more than a tongue on my pussy.”

A few seconds later my head was in between the travelers legs. My tongue was all over her pussy: On her clit, and as deep inside her as anyhow possible.

It didn’t took long and the traveler was moaning out loud. She clearly enjoyed my doing, she didn’t lie when she told me that she loved to have a tongue on her pussy. I fell in love with her taste while I totally ignored my own urges, while I totally ignored my own pre cum leaking hard one.

As I kept on going her moaning got more and more intense. The travelers hands were going through my hair when she moaned out the following: “More. Slide a finger inside me.”

Moments later I full filled her wish. Her travelers moaning intensified as my finger slowly went inside her. And it got even more intense when I gave her a few first gentle thrusts. Needless to say, my tongue stayed on her clit all the time.

The travelers eyes were already running in circles, her hands were holding on to my head when she moaned out a second more. A second, then a third finger of mine slid inside her pussy while my tongue still took good care of her clit.

I gave her one slow, hard and deep thrust after the other. Now her intense moaning was filling the room, her eyes were closed, and her brain most likely already had been flushed out through her pussy.

Then the traveler came. Her body exploded, a few very loud, very intense moans escaped during it. Then all the previously built up tension left her body and she collapsed onto the bed she had already been laying on. She was out, I had fucked her elsewhere. Something that gave me an immense satisfaction.

While the traveler was out I carefully pulled my fingers out of her pussy, then I licked them clean. I took my time doing so, and I was very careful to not miss even the tiniest drop of her more than tasty juices.

I was still cleaning my fingers when the traveler returned into her body. She waited until I was finished before she addressed me: “Thank you, now lay down on your back and relax.”

Moments later I was laying on my back. The traveler placed herself next to me. We kissed while her hand kept on going up and down my hard one. She gave me one slow and gentle stroke after the other.

Then the kissing stopped. The traveler now was on her knees, next to me. One of her hands was squeezing my balls balls, while the other hand kept on going up and down on my hard one. Her doing felt more than good, it made me leak plenty of pre cum, it made me moan out loud.

The traveler then slowly upped her game: She squeezed my balls harder and harder, her grip around my dick tightened, and tightened, without getting too tight and while still hitting all the right spots. The close to sixty year old woman clearly had plenty of experience, she knew how to make a man happy.

Every stroke, every squeeze she gave me brought me closer and closer to an orgasm. It was then that I got fully lost in the act. All that mattered for me at that point in time were the more than pleasant sensations that she gave me.

Then, I was ready to cum, my aching balls were more than ready to dump their sticky load, the traveler changed the rhythm. Instead of finishing me off, she kept me on the edge. Fuck, her doing, it was far better than awesome.

The traveler kept me on the edge for I don’t know how long. I totally lost track of time, but she eventually asked me a simple question: “Do you want me to empty your balls?”

I moaned out a yes. My moaning put a slightly devilish smile on the travelers face: “As you wish.”

The traveler then once more changed her rhythm. It didn’t took long and I felt a powerful orgasm building up inside me. All I needed was one more squeeze and one more stroke, then I would come, then my body would most likely tremble while I would dump my load.

It got my squeeze, a very hard and intense squeeze, then her other hand all of a sudden was off my dick. My balls unloaded themselves through my twitching rock hard cock. But there was no orgasm accompanying it.

Yes, the traveler had ruined my orgasm. But as offered, as promised, she had emptied my balls. And once all the cum had come out of my body, the session was over.

A few desperate moans escaped my body when I realized that it was over. I begged her to continue, I begged her to finish me off, or at least to allow me to take matters in my own hand. Horny me needed that relief, that orgasm. But she denied me. She didn’t allow me to come. And she gave me her reason for it: “Imagine how good an orgasm will feel tomorrow.”

The traveler had a point there. A point that made me pull through, a point that was a huge turn on for me, and that also told me that what we had going was not just a one night stand. I just had to get my inner horny animal back into his cage.

While I was laying there, thinking, forcing myself to not touch my hard one, the traveler got some tissues to clean my cum off her hands and then off my balls, and my dick. She was very careful doing the last thing, to not make me come on accident.

Once the traveler was done cleaning, she cuddled next to me and my still rock hard dick. We covered our bodies with a huge blanket, we shared a few more kisses, then the mature woman who’s head was resting on my shoulder fell asleep.

I struggled to dive into the dreamland. My inner horny animal kept me awake. It wanted, it demanded an orgasm. It took a lot from me to keep my hands off my dick, and off my balls. Because maybe just squeezing them would be enough to let me come.

Despite the struggle I pulled it through. I knew that taking matters in my own hands, would anger the traveler. And I wanted her to be happy, and to stay on my side for a little bit longer.

Because we seemed to get along with each other, we had things to talk about, I more than liked her looks and the hand job she just had given me, it was the best hand job I had gotten in my whole life so far.

Luckily horny me eventually gave in and I fell asleep. After fantasizing, day dreaming about the next day I most likely would spend together with the traveler. Those thoughts put a huge smile on my face, and yes, kept my dick hard.

Miranda continued looking at Luis’s phone with disgust.

“You were MARRIED all this time you worthless dog? ALL THIS TIME you just used me for a fucking VISA?” she screamed.

Luis continued to bow and whimper at her feet. Making pathetic noises similar to those made by a dog. “I-I didn’t! It may have started like that but I love you! I love you more than I do her! But I can’t abandon her just like that! She is a target for the Narco over there, I have to bring her! PLEASE understand, let me bring her here, that is all!  I will do ANYTHING!” he cried out from his knees.

Miranda still fummng, stood up and slammed the sole of her black heels on his back, harshly, wanting to really HURT him. She was just getting ready for a night out with her friends and her purpled dressed swirled around her with every angry kick.

“DAMN YOU! You fucking broke my heart! And you are asking me for mercy?” she stomped on his head. Luis was unable to kneel down any longer and was lying weakly on the floor, tons of bruises forming on his skin.

Miranda finally had vented and sat down... tears forming in her eyes she did not allow to fall. “Only bringing her here?... Nothing else?” she said softly.

Luis tried to raise his head but she pushed him down. “No, you don’t get to look to me for a long time!”

Luis whimpered, feeling his own heart tear in two directions. He had loved his wife, he had meant for it to be a means to an end. But he had fell in love… hard. But he still loved Maria, and his sense of duty would not let him rest until she was at least safe. The uncomfortable talk about why he didn’t want to be with her anymore merely a distant thought on his mind.

“Yes nothing else! I love YOU! You are the one I want to be with! But I cannot abandon her to her luck. Please have mercy!” he groveled.

Miranda cried silently for a few minutes. Every time Luis tried to rise up to console her, the sole of her heel brought him down harshly. He decided to just let her think for a while. No matter how much he wanted to be by her side right now.

“Fine. I hate myself for saying this, but I love you”

His heart fluttered at hearing that, and he let go a breath he didn’t realized he had been holding. “THANK YOU! THANK YOU SO-“

He was rudely interrupted by the toe of her heel on his mouth.

“I haven’t said what the terms are going to be. So shut up and listen”

He nodded meekly and looked at her wide eyed.

“First, you are on a real thin line here. Everything will be done as I say it, when I say it. Otherwise, you can go right back to your wife and get the fuck out of my life”

He nodded eagerly. Trying to show how repentful he was.

“Second. For as long as it takes me to get over it, we will be a Gynarchic couple. I was happy with us being equals despite what my friends said, but clearly that was a fucking mistake since it took you this long to say this”

Luis shivered. The subject had been brought up but they had both decided that it wasn’t a big interest for them. He privately thought that he would agree if she insisted on it but she never had. Now that she ordered it and was pissed as all hell he felt something more akin to fear.

“And finally. You both will get punished for this. Not just you, but her as well. It was the decision of both of you to do this and I will make you both regret doing this to me. If you want to even spare her THAT you can protect her personally back in Mexico!”

Luis whimpered defeatedly at her feet. Maria was not going to like this at all… he had hoped to get her here and then have a calm discussion about the situation. But it looks like all cards will be laid at the table immediately.

“Y-Yes Miranda… I love you… I will do as you say”

“Kiss my feet for the camara then! Let’s see what your whore of a wife has to say about you humiliating yourself for me!”

Luis was crying now, as he kissed her beautiful pale and painted toes and hear the sound of photos being taken….

“Wow, she is mouthy one, she is calling me every name under the sun!”

He could hear her texting back, and more messages coming in, followed by more typing. He was stunned, thinking how the hell this was going to work out when he felt a kick on the side of his face.

“Don’t just stay there! Clean my heels with your tongue while I message the slut”

Luis cried more and continued to lick her heels. Wondering what the future would bring for the three of them…

I just woke up from the most intense dream.

We were in Vegas in that bar. We were sitting next to each other, but instead of resting my hand on your neck and in your hair it was resting gently on your thigh. Midway up, near the hem of that skirt you were wearing.

When the bar closed we turned right out of the door instead of left. You held my hand, our fingers laced together. We walked slowly through the casino.

“I’ll walk you back to your elevator” I said. “I have a flight at 8, so I should go to bed.”

We got to your bank of elevators and waited. You leaned your head into my chest. As the door dinged you still held my hand and stepped toward it. You didn’t let go and I didn’t fight.

In the elevator you gently pressed me to the wall and kissed me.

My reserve exploded.

I spin you around and pushed you up against the wall hungry for your tongue in my mouth.

We got to your floor and walked quickly to your room, our hands on each other.

You fumbled with your key and your ass was pressed against my cock.

We get in the room and before the door is even closed you’re pushing me up against the wall yanking my shirt up.

You have one hand on my cock through my pants and you’re biting my nipple hard.

I pull your head up and kiss you again before pushing you back against the bed, turning you around and bending you over at the waist.

I hurriedly yank your skirt and panties down and kneel behind you.

I’m kising your ass and your thighs and my fingers are inside you.

You’re pushing back on my hand and my tongue goes inside your perfect asshole.

We continue like this both of us only half undressed and panting as you cum and cum and cum.

“I need you. I Need to be inside you.”

I stand up behind you pushing my pants down. I reach forward and push my fingers inside your mouth. As I feel your sucking yourself off my fingers I push inside you.

As we develop a rhythm together we both quickly get close.

“I’m going to cum,” I moan.

“Yes baby. You’re mine. Claim me.”

We cum together, collapsing on the bed.

You turn to face me kissing me.

Then I woke up.

As it is for everyone out there, I don’t get any younger as time goes by. And as you get older maintaining your body and his functions gets more and more time consuming, and sometimes, things just don’t work as the used to work anymore.

When I reached my mid thirties something very frightening happened to me: I was laying in bed with a hot, willing and consenting woman, and nothing. Nothing was growing and getting harder. I panicked a little bit.

The woman next for me, she was about my age, she took it relaxed: “Happens, maybe a too stressful day, let’s try again tomorrow morning. Morning sex is the best sex anyways.”

We then went to bed. She had no problems falling asleep, but the fact that my dick wasn’t working as he had used to work in the past, worried me a lot. It kept me awake. It kept me thinking.

Until I came up with the following conclusion: Maybe it was time to set up an appointment with a doctor to give myself a thorough checkup. Shortly after that thought had popped into my mind, I was able to fall asleep.

The following morning I woke up with a perfect piece of morning wood. It didn’t took long and the woman laying next to me and I did it. It was great, but I wasn’t able to last as long as I used to last in the past. Something that gave me to think again.

But luckily I lasted long enough to finish her off, but was it was a very close finish. I really struggled to push her over the finishing line.

We then had breakfast together. After we were done eating the woman I just had spent a night with left my apartment, and then my life. It had been a hookup, some casual fun, we both wanted nothing more.

What stayed with me was the problem down there, between my legs. It all worked fine during some solo runs on the following days, but as planed, as I had promised myself, I already had set up an appointment with a doctor.

A doctor who according to some trustworthy friends of mine was exactly the right person for me and my problem.

Roughly four weeks later I was sitting in a waiting room, reading some ancient magazine while waiting to be called inside an examination room. To my surprise, it was really tough to get an appointment and I only got one, because someone had canceled theirs. But despite it was that tough to get that appointment, I was the only one sitting inside the waiting room.

It didn’t took too long and a woman in her early forties came and picked me up. She introduced herself with the following words: “I am not the doctor, I am her assistant. The doctor will be with you soon, until then I will do some very basic tests with you. Is that okay with you?”

I told the assistant that I was okay with her doing some basic tests with me. Shortly after the basic testing began: She measured my height, she took my weight – I had to strip down to my underwear, and I was told to stay in my underwear afterwards – then she took my blood pressure, she took a blood sample, she asked if I currently was on some medication, and so on, and so on.

All together the assistant and me spent an hour doing tests together. Then the doctor took over. After introducing herself, and saying hello, she sat down behind the desk that was standing in front of the only window the more than decent sized examination room had to offer.

After sitting down the close to sixty years old doctor went through the test results. While the well ages woman was reading, the assistant quietly left the room. From now on, it was the doctor and me only.

As soon as the doctor was done going through the already collected data, she began to ask me questions, about me, my lifestyle, my medical history and everything else doctors normally want to know when dealing with a new patient.

While interviewing me the doctor took notes on the computer standing next to her. She was a very fast in tipping, her fingers practically flew over the keyboard. The conversation ended with the following question: “Have you come to me for a general checkup, or are you here because of a certain problem?”

After taking a big breath in and out I told the doctor about my penis problem. I told her the reason why I was here. I told her that I failed to get hard, that I was not able to fuck the hot naked woman laying next to me.

The doctor listened, took notes and then she asked me more questions: Those questions went from how often did it happen to mostly everything, every tiny little detail about my sex life. It told her everything, because I wanted my boner problem to be fixed, and because she was bound to patient doctor confidentiality.

Once the doctor was done asking questions she told me the following: “Thanks for sharing all the information about that very delicate topic. But I won’t be able to give you a diagnosis today. I have to wait for your blood test results to come in.”

I nodded. The doctor kept on going: “And I fear, we have to collect one more sample, in your case most likely the most important one: I need some of your cum. As fresh as anyhow possible.”

My head once more went up and down. Then I opened my mouth: “Okay, no problem for me. Just hand me some dirty magazine, an empty cup and show me where your bathroom is.”

A smile appeared on the doctor’s face: “No, that is not how we collect sperm samples here. But, you are willing to give me a sample of your cum?”

I gave the doctor my consent. I told her that I was willing to provide her a sperm sample by obeying the procedures she had in place in her doctor’s office. The well aged doctor continued: “Then stand up straight, and drop your underwear.”

Once I was in position, and fully naked, the doctor very carefully checked me out from tip to toe. She made me turn around, bend over, she made me do a few squats and a few push ups. Once I was done with it all, she came to the following conclusion: “Healthy and in an okay shape. So the tests can continue.”

Then it really was time to collect the sperm sample. I was standing straight in front of the doctor and the desk again. With my limp dick hanging into her direction while she was lounging in her comfy looking chair. She then gave me my next task: “Touch yourself. Masturbate until a sample comes out of your balls.”

I did as told. I polished my limp dick. I was a little bit nervous, but not embarrassed or anything similar. Reason for me feeling no shame at all, the woman watching me playing with myself was a medical professional, and it wasn’t done for pleasure, it just was done because of medical reasons.

And last not but least, the doctor for sure had watched hundreds, if not thousands of different men jerking off, to get a sperm sample from them. Because as mentioned earlier, she was a specialist for penis problems.

So I had no trouble getting hard. I quickly began to feel good, I gave myself what I needed to bring myself as fast to an orgasm as anyhow possible. A few first moans escaped my body. It was then that the doctor told me to stop.

Needless to say, I complied. Because I tend to follow a doctor’s orders when ever possible. After I had stopped, after my hand was off my dick, the doctor pulled a measuring tape and an empty plastic cup out of one of the drawers of her desk.

The doctor then got out of her chair, and walked around the desk, towards me. Once she arrived next to me, she bowed down and measured my hard one and my balls. When she was done taking measurements she handed me the empty cup: “Shoot your load into there. Be careful to not let a single drop going to waste.”

After she had spoken the doctor walked back behind the desk, sat down and wrote down the measurements. While she was typing, one word left her body: “Continue.”

Not even a second later I was jerking off again, under the watchful eyes of a doctor. I gave myself one hard and fast stroke after the other. I continued working myself to an orgasm as fast as anyhow possible. Shortly after my moaning was filling the room.

When I was a few strokes away from coming, with my aching balls ore than ready to dump their sticky load, the doctor once more told me to stop: “Slow down, touch yourself more gentle, doing so provides a higher quality sample.”

Well, doctors order. I did as she had told me to do. I gave myself one gentle and slow stroke after the other. Doing so kept me excited, it made my moans even more intense. But doing so also pushed my orgasm further away. The doctor watched my doing with a pleased expression on her face.

I kept on going. I slowly but steadily worked myself towards an orgasm. While holding the empty cup in my non jerking hand, ready to collect every last drop of my cum. Fuck, it felt so good, my mind was melting away, and most likely getting ready to be flushed out through my cock.

A few very very slow but intense strokes later I came. My balls emptied themselves. A decent sized load shot out of my dick and straight into the plastic cup. Not a tiny little drop went elsewhere. I was able to catch it all.

Once I was done coming, I collapsed into the chair I had been standing in front of. I was out for a few seconds, but I managed to place the partly cum filled cup onto the doctor’s desk before my legs gave in. The sample was safe.

Shortly after returning into my body, the doctor addressed me again: “Thank you for your cooperation. So far everything looks good. My receptionist will give you a new appointment.”

The doctor then wished me an awesome day, I wished her a better one, then she left the examination room. She took the sperm sample with her.

As soon as the doctor was out of the room, the assistant came back in. She told me that the examination was over for today, and that I should put my clothes back on before leaving the examination room. I did as she told me to do.

Some minutes later I was standing at the front desk of the doctor’s office, and there the receptionist gave me my next appointment. I should show up again in about for weeks. Once that was out of the way, she also asked me if the examination went well.

And if I had some ideas for improvement. I told her that everything was okay, that I had no ideas for an improvement and then we wished each other an awesome day. I then left the doctor’s office.

It was a relatively cool early August morning, it was the Monday after I had my last lesson with Sister Ignatia, that I got called into the Mother Superior’s office. I had no clue why she wanted to see me. I just suspected that it had something to do with my educational progress.

Shortly after I had gotten the message I told my coworker Sister Mary that I shortly will be on her side again, and that I would keep on fixing up an old greenhouse with her. The about fourty four year old nun who currently was wearing working clothes, a traditional nun headpiece and a decent sized cross around her neck wished me good look, and off I went.

The Mother Superior was sitting behind her desk, most likely writing and answering some E-Mails, when I arrived in front of her office. I knocked at the open door, a few moments later the gray haired woman in her early sixties signaled me to come in: “I am with you in a minute or two.”

Five minutes later I had the head of the convent’s full attention. She first checked me out from tip to toe, then a smile appeared on her face. Then she addressed me: “Sister Ignatia told me that you did well.”

I blushed a little bit. The Mother Superior kept on going: “But she also told me that you need to be part of a few more rituals, because otherwise you might fail the exam.”

My head went up and down, then I told the Mother Superior that Sister Ignatia was right, that I felt insecure when being part of, or even having to perform an exorcistic, demon defeating ritual. After a short thinking break the gray haired nun said the following: “Your exam won’t take place before October, so there for sure will be opportunities for you to partake in a ritual or two. And maybe Sister Mary, whom you get along well, is willing to help you practicing too.”

Hearing the Mother Superior suggesting that I could theoretically practice rituals with Sister Mary, it immediately strengthened the horny demon living inside me. But he wasn’t strong enough to take over control, I was easily able to suppress the sinful things that he showed the moment he heard doing rituals with Sister Mary.
Long story short, I stayed dead serious. And I gave the Mother Superior a dead serious answer: “Practicing for sure will help. And maybe, if Sister Mary is okay with it too, I could practice with her. But I would have to ask her beforehand.”

The Mother Superior, straight to the point: “You have my, and god’s blessing.”

I then thanked the Mother Superior. I had to suppress a smile while doing so, because well, doing rituals with Sister Mary, damn it, it was more than just awesome. And yes, spending a lot of time together, it already had made us more than the friends we officially were, because well, a nun is dedicated to god, and god only.

Once I was done being happy because of what the Mother Superior had allowed me to do, I wanted to go back to work, back to tell Sister Mary the news. But the leader of the convent wasn’t done with me yet. She had one more question: “I have to apologize, because I totally forgot to ask, and I honestly haven’t found the time to pay you a visit, but how is it going with the greenhouse renovation? Will we be able to grow vegetables in it during the next winter?”

I told her that it looked more than promising. That Sister Mary and me made plenty of progress so far, and that at least one of the greenhouses would be ready for planting before the first snow would fall. My saying put a smile on the Mother Superiors face: “Thanks. And keep up the good work.”

We then wished each other a nice and productive day, then I walked back to the greenhouse, where a curious Sister Mary nailed thirty three year old me with questions. I answered them all, and when I told her that we were officially allowed to practice rituals together, at least until my exam, the otherwise everything but shy nun struggled to even get one single word out of her mouth.

It took Sister Mary more than one deep breath in and out. It took her and her close to tomato red head plenty of attempts to say the following, very formal words: “If the Mother Superior thinks this is the way to go, I will do as she suggests, and help you get the experience you to pass your exam.”

Once we were done talking, we went back to work. I had made the Mother Superior the promise that at least one greenhouse would be ready to plant before the following winter. So Sister Mary and me had to roll up our sleeves to be able to full fill that promise I had made.

Working in the summer heat was a tough thing to do. The sun was burning down from the sky, heating up the greenhouse, and turning Sister Mary and me into two lightly clothed sweat covered human beings. And that being lightly clothed thing, it made the demons sitting inside us stronger and stronger every day. It wouldn’t take long and it would be time to exorcise them.

It took exactly from Monday to Friday afternoon. It was tough to stay focused on anything while working next to a barely clothed Sister Mary. She was wearing a for a nun traditional headpiece, working boots, tight sitting shorts and an a sleeveless shirt. I was barely able to keep my eyes of her anymore, and she was barely able to keep her eyes of me anymore. Luckily it was mostly only the two of us during work.

But something had to be done, those demons inside us, they had to be fought. And well, we had the Mother Superiors permission. So we planed something for Friday night. A date, sort off. A get together that would happen in case bot of us would survive our work days, and the following diner with the convent in the refractory.

It was already bitch black night outside when Sister Mary and me sneaked out of our cells – that were actually comfortable one point five room apartments – and headed towards the old part of the monastery. We decided to hold our ritual in one of the dedicated rooms.

When we walked by the Mother Superior’s office the door all of a sudden opened. We were quiet, we had turned no lights on, the moon illuminated the century old corridors, so it most likely was a coincidence. But you never know in place that theoretically had more rules in place than a very tightly run military ship.

So when Sister Mary and me saw the door moving, and some light coming out of it, we immediately froze. We looked at each other, both thinking something like “shit” then we looked towards the opening door, and then we watched the Mother Superior coming out through it.

When she saw us, the head of the convent jumped, and then put her flat hand on her chest. A few seconds later the following came out of her mouth: “You can’t do that to an old woman like me.”

No, the Mother Superior clearly wasn’t mad, just frightened. A few moments later she was herself again. She politely asked Sister Mary and me were we were heading to. We told her that it was time for a ritual, time to practice the art of exorcism and demon fighting. The Mother Superior offered us her help.

Sister Mary and me thankfully declined her offer. The head of the convent only pretended to be a little bit upset, because it had to be done. It was a part of the game. We then wished each other a good night, and then the head of the convent gave us a friendly reminder: “Don’t forget to obey the rules, because otherwise it is a sin, and you will end up in hell for it. Because god sees everything.”

We promised her to obey the rules, to stay on the official path, to perform the ritual exactly how it has been done since generations. The Mother superior nodded towards Sister Mary and me once more, then our paths split. She went into her cell, Sister Marry led me down into the basement of the Monastery, into a room that I never had been in or heard of before.

It was cool down in the most likely a few centuries old basement that had been renovated at some point in the last few decades. So there was no mold growing on the old stone walls, and the floor was stone, not just clay or dirt. It was mostly used for storage, at least those parts I had been in so far.

Sister Mary led me past those parts, deeper into the what she told me was the oldest part of the basement. There she opened up a heavy wooden door, then she turned on some lights, and yes, we were in the basement. Or better said, we had arrived in a dungeon.

A very moody lid one. With some big iron rings hanging from the walls. With a wooden altar standing in the middle of the room. Some big candles were standing on it. Two heavy wooden cabinets stood in two of the four corners.

Sister Mary walked towards one of them. Meanwhile I was lighting the candles, then I waited. Waited for what would happen next, because it looked like a ritual I had never been part of, or heard of before would take place soon.

But I was wrong. It was a ritual that I already had been part off, just that the Mother Superior had been the one driving the demon out of my body, not Sister Mary. Who had a huge smile on her face when she told me to get undressed and speak a few certain prayers while doing so.

Once I was naked the nun checked me out from tip to toe. After inspecting every inch of my body, her eyes ended up on my hard one. She touched him with the riding crop she was holding in her hands. Then she addressed me: “I see, the demon is strong in you. Time to get him out of your body. And as you most likely have already have figured out, I am the one driving the demons out of your body today. Not the other way around, as it mostly had been in the past.”

Gone was the nice, sometimes insecure, sometimes sarcastic workmate that I had been more and more falling for since we were working together for the first time. It was replaced by a stoic, dominant woman that knew how to call the shots. It being that way, it made me like her even more.

Sister Mary then gave me my next order: “Turn around, bend over the altar. Speak a few more prayers while I spank the demon, the sin out of your body.”

She got a “yes, Sister Mary” before I full filled her order. Then she went in position behind me. The nun put the riding crop onto the altar next to me, she then folded her hands and spoke a prayer that ended with the following words: “...may god help me drive the unholy demon out of that poor sinners body. Amen.”

A few seconds after she was done praying the first hit landed on my butt. I jumped a little bit, I moaned out a little bit. But that was all. Until the second, more intense hit landed. I jumped less, but I moaned out more.

About five hits later my dick was leaking pre cum, my moaning was filling the room and the pain became constant. Sister Mary’s doing felt good, but so far, horny still was in full swing. It was then that she made a little break: “Have I told you to stop praying?”

I excused myself, then I began to pray again. Shortly after Sister Mary continued the ritual. She spanked me good. She spanked me until my butt turned red, then a little bit blue, and then numb. Additional spanking was pointless.

My boner was gone at that point, but my totally limb dick was still leaking plenty of pre cum. A good sign, because it showed that the devil, or better said one of his demons, was leaking out of my body. But so far, I still was possessed.

Because the final sign of demon leaving my body hadn’t occurred yet. So it was time for something different. Sister Mary came to the conclusion that it was time for me to getting fucked up my ass. To finally drive the demon out of my body. And Sister Mary was the one in command, so I accepted her proposal.

A few minutes later Sister Mary appeared in front of me. She was holding a decent sized cross shaped dildo in her hands. I nodded with my head, I agreed with it’s size, and I was sure that my butt hole would be able to take the toy. After we spoke a prayer together the nun disappeared in my back.

Then I felt something cold running down between my butt cheeks. Then I felt something pressing against my asshole. Then I felt something entering my butt hole. Fuck, her opening up my dirty hole with a cross shaped dildo, it already felt good.

Sister Mary was no beginner. She took her time sliding the toy up my ass. She then fucked me gentle, gave me one slow thrust after the other, to give me enough time to adjust myself to the sensation of getting it up my ass. And yes, she used plenty of lube too.

While the nun warmed up my backdoor, I spoke out one prayer after the other. When she began to fuck me up my ass, she gave me one hard and deep thrust after the other, I moaned out some prayers, until I was only moaning out loud and there was no praying in the sounds that left my body anymore.

Fuck, her doing felt so good. My mind was melting away. Every time the plastic dick went in and out of my butt hole it felt better than the previous in and out. Fuck, I was loosing it. I got lost in the ritual while my dick kept on leaking pre cum.

From time to time Sister Mary spanked my butt cheeks with her bare hand. It didn’t took me, and her too, to figure out that they weren’t that numb anymore. Every time she hit me the pain drove through my body and distracted me from the more than just awesome sensation of getting it up my butt. Fuck, it felt good.

Saliva was running out of my mouth, my eyes were running circles when an inner heat began to build up. Sweat was running down my body, when I all of a sudden came. I had a full body anal only orgasm. I moaned out a loud “oh my god” before I collapsed onto the altar I was bent over.

I was gone, Sister Mary had fucked me elsewhere, she had freed me of the demon that had possessed me. It felt good, to finally be free. And damn it, it was the best orgasm I had so far in my life.

But the ritual was far from over. The demon that had shot out of my body had to be devoured. And no, Sister Mary didn’t ordered me to do it, to clean up the mess I made. She did it herself. She made me stand up, then she licked all my cum and pre cum off the altar, and to my own surprise off my dick too.

Her tongue on my dick felt good. Really good, but it didn’t made me hard. Unfortunately, or luckily, I go for the second one, because going through a second exorcism ritual, honestly, it would have been, and still is up until today, too much for one day, and even more too much for one night.

We then spoke the final prayer together, then we cleaned up the mess we made. Luckily there was a bathroom next door, so some time later two totally normally looking people, a man in some leisure clothing and a nun in traditional costume left the centuries old basement of an equally old monastery.

And yes, we were talking with each other while doing so. We were talking about the ritual, and that we were willing to do it again, if the need arises, if a demon needed to be defeated.

And yes, we might have been holding hands while we walked through the moonlit corridors back to our cells. Doing so felt more than right, but we also knew that it was a dangerous thing to do, because she was a woman married to god, a woman that had officially renounced most earthly pleasures.

But dealing with that, and the intense feelings we had developed for each other, that was a problem for another day. In that night we only said goodnight to each other a few times, before each one of us went into their cells.

(Please find the first two chapters of Selena and Matt's adventure here:

https://www.reddit.com/r/ChastityStories/comments/1f9qor4/the_orgasmdenial_spell_part_1/

https://www.reddit.com/r/ChastityStories/comments/1flikhy/the_orgasmdenial_spell_part_ii/)

I was sitting back on Selena's couch while she, from a kneeling position, began to unbuckle my belt.

"You still look a little surprised, Matt", she said. I leaned forward so she could remove my belt, which she then tossed to the side, and tried to organize my racing thoughts. I'd gone from being very confused (not to mention hornier than I'd ever been in my life), to reluctantly accepting the reality of magic and of having been placed under a spell I both loved and hated, to being offered some much-needed relief in a form I'd scarcely dared to hope for an hour previous. How had it happened?

Let's back up.

I'd experienced a wave of panic earlier, as we'd gotten ready to leave the cafe. Yes, a part of me liked what she'd done (even if, as I still couldn't help thinking, it must have been more some kind of hypnosis than actual magic). Yes, it was exciting (I was stammering some of this aloud to her as we walked, trying to keep my voice low). "But Selena", I continued as we walked out the door together (in a tone that sounded more pleading than I'd intended), "I mean...Miss...(she smiled as I corrected myself)...it can be reversed, can't it? The spell?"

Selena turned to me and stroked my cheek again, briefly. "Of course, Matthew. You don't mind if I call you Matthew?"

"Of course not", I murmured. My own voice sounded far away to me. I couldn't help looking into her eyes and feeling dizzy. It seemed almost superfluous that she'd bothered with actual hypnosis, or magic, or whatever the explanation was.

"I can reverse it anytime I like. All I have to do is say the word of a round, red fruit."

"Um. You mean, 'apple?'"

She nodded, then broke into a grin. "But don't worry. It's my least favorite fruit! I almost never have cause to say it!"

And with that she walked off, practically skipping.

The rest of the afternoon at work went by in a blur of fantasies and longing. All I could think about was seeing Selena again that evening. I made a quick stop at home after the day was mercifully finished to shower, shave, and again try on about five different shirts, none of them seeming quite right. Was it a casual evening, formal, or something in-between? And what effect did I actually want my appearance to have on her, come to think of it? Did I want to show that I respected her enough to dress nicely, and thus increase my chances of getting in her good graces and having her reverse the spell?

Or...did I want to make her pleased that she'd chosen me?

I finally settled on a light blue collared shirt and a pair of black jeans that could almost pass for dress pants, and swung by a local Chinese place to get take-out before heading over to Selena's.

When she answered the door, I almost dropped the food. Her shoulder-length dark hair was down, and she was wearing a white buttoned shirt (the kind that I sometimes wore to work myself) with the first couple of buttons open. It was nothing salacious or even inappropriate for going out; but in my desperate state, my imagination immediately started racing. In addition, she had on a black pleated skirt that seemed (at least in my febrile male psyche) to complete the outfit of the archetypical sexy secretary (I still had no idea what she did for a living); again, entirely appropriate for a day at work or out on the town, but the way it showed off her long bare legs made me feel slightly faint. She was barefoot, also. Her toenails were the same violet as her fingernails.

Smiling, she greeted me, and gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek that nevertheless sent a futile wave of desire through me. "It smells delicious!"

As had happened earlier in the day, something strange happened when we sat down to eat. Being close to her of course intensified all my desires...but it also assuaged them in a way, and I found myself reasonably capable of talking about all kinds of topics with her. Food, music, movies. Not only was I capable of it, but it was gratifying to be discovering that I found her just as bewitching as a person as I found her physically. I felt briefly like I'd have been happy to talk with her for hours, the predicament she'd put me in an incidental detail of our new courtship that wasn't urgent in the slightest.

I felt that way, at any rate, until we'd both finished our meals (I had shrimp with garlic sauce; she had lo mein) and were sitting at the table with a couple of glasses of wine, and I felt her bare foot begin to nudge against mine, before gradually working its way up my leg.

I made a groaning noise and, in a rather undignified way, hit my forehead gently, a few times, against the table. Immediately hard, I felt my toes contract, and my body started to tremble with desire.

I looked up to find her smiling, as her foot worked its way into my lap. Her toes tapped me lightly- once, twice before moving a few inches away and resting along my inner thigh. "Are you okay, Matt?" She asked. "I don't want you to give yourself a concussion like that. You're not tired, are you? I understand if you want to go after your busy day. We can always continue this another evening."

"No no no no no no no", I stammered, looking up with a panicked expression, which prompted a peal of laughter from her. "I just..." I very softly pounded the table with a closed fist.

"Just what?" She asked softly, her foot rubbing back and forth along my inner thigh, ever so slowly. Barely moving, in fact. Barely touching.

"I'm just..." My voice almost broke. I took a sip of red wine to steady myself. "I guess I'm not used to not being able to orgasm."

"We'll fix that", she promised quietly, and I groaned again. "Want to watch a movie?"

...In retrospect, I can't even remember how I got her to say the word "apple." Nor do I remember consciously making the attempt to trick her into it, but I suppose I must have. All I know is that it happened while we were talking towards the end of a movie that I had a great deal of difficulty concentrating on- and it was nothing too nefarious on my part, I don't think. I'd only somehow made a comparison with another movie I'd seen recently that had prompted her to respond with the phrase, "Apples and oranges."

What I remember most vividly, however, is that the disappointment on her face after she realized what she'd said (or the apparent disappointment at any rate- perhaps I should've been more suspicious) mirrored the disappointment that I- against all logic- suddenly felt as well.

Then she shrugged, said that it would take at least 24 hours to revise the spell, and suggested that she might as well give me a blowjob on the couch. "I can be a good sport too", she said.

I was still a little dazed by the sudden turn of events, and even as I mentioned vaguely disappointed, but the disappointment was overridden by a very real and desperate need to cum.

Selena, as mentioned above, said that I seemed surprised.

"Well I...I just didn't expect..."

She paused, having unbuttoned my khakis, and looked up at me, letting her hands rest on my hips. "You didn't expect, Matt, that a dominant woman would be giving you a blowjob?"

"No, I...I guess not."

"So you think there's something submissive in the act of giving a blowjob?" She was watching me intently, big brown eyes focused on mine. I was thinking that maybe we could wait until afterwards to analyze it, but an answer was clearly expected of me- even though I could barely think!

"I...I guess I've always associated it more with submissiveness than dominance", I allowed. "But I don't think you're being submissive right now, Miss Selena."

She smiled faintly and exhaled at my fly. Warm breath. "How perceptive of you", she said quietly. Then she unzipped my pants slowly. "You've got a bit of an erection right now, so we've got to be careful. Wouldn't want you getting an injury."

I grimaced as the zipper passed a few inches from the aforementioned erection. "I appreciate that."

"I think we do have to concede one thing", she continued, as I leaned forward to help her slide my pants down from my waist. "Namely that boys magically consigned to the torment of orgasm denial don't typically receive blowjobs from their new Mistresses unless they've been very...very good."

It was the kind of formulation that reawakened my awful suspicion- horrible, really- that this was all some kind of trick. The thought however vanished like lightning- and after all, she had said "apple."

"Then again", she continued as she tossed my pants in the same direction she'd tossed my belt, "you've been a good sport and maybe you do deserve a reward." She looked up at me sternly. "Just don't get used to it."

"I won't...I promise", I said weakly, taking a deep breath as she reached for the button of my boxers- black today, I had the suspicion that she would at least be seeing them tonight (even if I hadn't dared to hope it would be in the context of a blowjob), and I thought they were a good-looking pair as far as boxers went- and let my erection slide through. She'd only been teasing me for about 24 hours, if you counted the party, but I happened not to have masturbated all week (it was Saturday now), and with the addition of her teasing, it felt like it had been forever.

"Such a desperate cock", she murmured, blowing on it softly and then extending her tongue, slowly taking me into her mouth. All thought ceased, and I closed my eyes, leaning back on the couch. It was happening!

"Hey!" I snapped open my eyes, and she was smiling up at me, having paused her ministrations. "You know what I just realized? That whole first part of the movie, that was all the sister's dream, wasn't it?"

I tried to focus. Had we watched a movie? "I think so. I think that explains a lot of things- the strange way the characters talk, that creature behind the Diner. I'm sure we'd pick up a lot of details if we watched it again."

"Yes, I think so. Smart boy, Matt. Very attentive."

"I...I try", I smiled weakly.

"Do you want to watch it again now?" I felt her move away and it looked like she was about to stand up. The movie had been over 2 hours long. "I have it rented for 48 hours!"

"No no no no no please please please Miss Selena", I heard myself saying. "Maybe...maybe after...?"

She giggled and moved closer again, smiling sweetly at me and rolling her eyes, shaking her head. "Yes, yes yes...I forgot, the all-important male orgasm. Back to my duties. Very well..."

Her mouth closed around me again. Every part of my body (well, every part except one) once again went weak, and I let myself lean back against the couch, eyes closed.

"But then why does she still have the money from the dream in the last act? If the first act was all a dream, I mean?"

I couldn't help groaning the moment I'd felt her pull away again- how long had it been this time, maybe five seconds?- and looked down into her smiling face again. She was enjoying this. It was clear that giving my thoughts on the plot wasn't optional. I felt my voice breaking a little as I said, "I think..." What did I think? "I think...the money was in the dream because it was real, you know? But it was on her mind, so she was dreaming about it."

She appeared to consider this, and for a dreadful moment I had the feeling that the continuation of the blowjob depended on whether she agreed with me. But she suddenly nodded with conviction (an incredibly cute gesture, somehow). "That sounds logical to me." I sighed with relief.

"Warm in here", she added. Still smiling, she sat up and reached downwards, beginning to unbutton her white shirt. One extra button...two...I got the slightest glimpse of purple lace before she paused, and stood. Gesturing with her finger, she said, "Wait a second. I almost forgot."

I knew it was unbecoming of a submissive male- or any male, really, in my humble opinion- to display impatience as the recipient of such a generous act, and I knew it was part of the tease, but I couldn't help the fact that, as she stood up, a couple of incoherently desperate sounds emanated from the back of my throat. My eyes followed her lovely form- white shirt over what I now knew to be purple lace (she was still going to take it off, wasn't she?), and a black pleated skirt that in my fevered imagination now also covered...well, who knew? I'd begun to associate her with the color purple, and all its minute variations.

"Don't worry Matt", she said as she circled behind me, "this will just take a second, and then I'll take off my shirt." I heard the sound of a drawer opening and closing, and she laughed. "I did tell you that I'm a mind-reader too, didn't I?"

I chuckled, leaning back and feeling her hand run through my hair. "Guilty as charged", I said.

"I'm shocked", she whispered next to my ear, and as she did, she wrapped a black blindfold around my eyes. It happened so quickly, and she secured it so firmly, that it took me a couple of seconds to register what had happened. I opened my eyes underneath- it was comfortable enough, but I couldn't see anything at all.

"That's better", I heard her say as her voice circled back around to the front of the couch. I felt her hands on my knees again, my hips, brushing over my erection. It made me groan, and the movements of her body between my legs told me that now she was unbuttoning the rest of her shirt. A few seconds later, I heard it drop to the floor. "This isn't a fashion show, you know."

I groaned again, a little louder this time, and she giggled. "I promised you a blowjob, Matt. I didn't say you got to ogle me at the same time."

"That's...that's totally understandable, Miss Selena", I managed, squirming in my seat.

She laughed triumphantly. "Good boy."

All thought once again ceased as I felt her take me into her mouth again- my head lolling back, the strength going from my legs, the disappointment of not being allowed to see her. "Oh God", I whispered, and, not wanting to give her any ideas, only thought: please don't stop. And, to my surprise, she didn't- at least for a little while. She did go slow, of course, little licks and swirls of her tongue leading up to a point where she once again took me into her mouth. My breathing had changed, and I was just beginning to really enjoy myself, when she stopped again and I felt my erection flop down into empty air. I heard myself moan and bit my knuckle, my toes contracting. "M...Miss Selena, what...?"

I couldn't see her, but I knew she was smiling as she leaned forward and looked up at me. I could feel her breasts pressing against my inner thighs. "Come on, Matt. We already agreed that you'll probably look back on this as being a pretty special privilege, didn't we? You have to let me tease you a little."

A quick kiss right on my tip provoked more like a cry of despair than a moan, and I found myself almost spasming in my seat, my legs trembling uncontrollably. This in turn provoked more laughter from Selena, who put her hands on my knees as she stood up. "Actually, hold on. Be right back." I could sense her pause as she looked down at me, and she then added, barely able to keep the giggle out of her voice, "Don't go anywhere."

I heard her circle around behind me again, and when she returned I felt her wrap something- it felt like a long-sleeve cotton shirt- around my ankles, tying them snugly and securely to the point that my ankles were crossed. I then felt her on the couch next to me, taking my wrists and doing the same to them with what felt like another shirt. She murmured, "Just a little taste of helplessness for you, Matt", which once again made my body tremble and shake, as without even meaning to I felt myself trying to escape. But I couldn't move.

I'll introduce you to my cuffs another time", she said from between my legs. "To a deeper helplessness. If you're good."

And then, once again, all thought ceased.

Sort of.

It was more like I was flitting in and out of consciousness for what felt like the next hour. But for all I knew it was longer, or shorter than that. Selena would change speeds, start and stop abruptly (sometimes when she stopped she would say or ask me something, but sometimes just sit there, presumably watching my reactions). Once she went to get a glass of water, offering me one as well, departing from me with one quick kiss on my tip that sent me into a fit of trembling and caused her to giggle uncontrollably.

When she finally pushed me over the edge, I wasn't expecting it. She had pulled away so many times already, and she seemed to be so good (almost preternaturally?) at knowing when I was close, I expected her to stop once more. But to my surprise and incredible relief, she kept going, speeding up, and I felt myself finally racing up not just to that far away cliff on the horizon, but finally stumbling over the edge, falling, an ocean of bliss waiting for me at the bottom...and...and...

...nothing.

"...No!" I cried. "No!"

It was the point of no return, and my body spasmed as if in the throes of orgasm, but...there was no relief. No pleasure. No orgasm. I don't quite remember all the sounds that came out of my mouth, but I eventually ended up exhausted, on my side, humping the air in weaker and weaker movements. Trying to reclaim the nirvana that it had been SO sure was within reach.

Once I'd finally stopped shaking and making noises, lying there on my side, I heard her move towards me, and felt her hand undoing the blindfold.

"Peekaboo." Her eyes were shining, and she was grinning widely. Able to see again, I couldn't help noting that she was kneeling in front of me in her purple lace bra. My futile erection pressed upwards against the air, and I groaned.

She smiled even wider. "Still associate blowjobs with submissiveness, Matt?"

In spite of the fact that I nearly had tears in my eyes, I had to chuckle with appreciation at her evil genius. "Maybe...maybe with my own, Miss Selena."

She threw back her head and laughed at that. I realized that I liked making her laugh. I liked pleasing her.

"But I still don't...understand..."

She looked back down at me, eyes still shining. My own eyes wandered a bit, and I noticed her skirt was on the floor, in a pile with my pants and belt. I tried to stop myself from glancing downwards.

"Don't understand what, silly boy?"

"I just...I thought...with the word 'apple' and all..." I was still acutely aware that my wrists and ankles were tied, that I was her prisoner. She leaned forward and stroked the side of my face with the back of her hand. Purple-painted nails gently grazed the stubble on my chin.

"Matt, Matt, Matt. Such a smart boy. I think you had that movie figured out almost from the beginning. But you really thought that I would tell you how to reverse the spell?"

I stared at her, mouth agape.

"Do you want to know my theory?" Eyes fixed on mine, still stroking the side of my face gently.

I nodded. "More than anything."

"I think you knew all along that I was tricking you. But you didn't mind and even liked it. One part of you knew, anyway. The other part of you...well, you were thinking..."- her hand began to trail down my neck, to my chest- "with...your...penis", she finished, reaching the organ of which she spoke and giving it a gentle squeeze.

I almost passed out. I'd been calm for a few minutes, somehow, but now I felt myself struggling against the restraints again, fidgeting. She waited patiently for me to relax, still holding on to my erection. Like it was her possession.

Waiting me out, she proceeded once I'd calmed down. Still holding me with a firm grip down there and looking deep into my eyes, she said, "You know what it's time for now, don't you? Once I untie you?"

I wasn't sure. And was somehow afraid to make any suggestions. I shook my head.

In a gentle but authoritative tone, she said, "It's time for you to put your clothes back on and put your penis away. It's had enough excitement for one evening, don't you think?"

To my horror, I found myself nodding obediently.

"Good boy." She patted my head affectionately, and stood up, walking around the couch and leaving my erection bobbing in the air. As she did, I realized that her legs were bare except for a small pair of lace panties, purple, that matched her bra.

After she had let me loose, I stood up unsteadily. She reached out one hand to my arm to steady me, and in the process one of her breasts brushed against my shoulder. "I don't know about you, but I wouldn't mind another movie before you go. I'm suddenly not very tired."

"That...that sounds good to me", I said, still in a daze. I stumbled over to my pants, grimacing slightly as I walked with an erection. All the while, all I could think was that I needed to cum. I needed to, I was sure of that...and yet I clearly wasn't going to.

She broke contact again and took my place on the couch, crossing one lovely leg over the other and looking up at me. I couldn't help groaning at the sight of her in such a pose, and at her knowing smile. "Are you going to be able to get those pants on, by the way?" Her tone was concerned. "I could always get an icepack from the freezer. We don't want you to get injured."

I shivered at the idea of an ice pack, and reluctantly began to slide my pants on. "I...I think I can manage, Miss Selena. I just have to be careful." It wasn't, after all, the first time I'd ever put on a pair of pants while I had an erection. It was perhaps the most frustrating, though.

I zipped myself up and buttoned my pants, all while she watched intently. "Yay." She clapped her hands briefly and sashayed with her shoulders, seemingly overcome with happiness. It was so cute it killed me. "The only thing missing is that I wish a zipper made...a louder sound, I guess. To add more of a note of finality to the proceedings, you know? To punctuate your imprisonment."

I doubled-over with the ache as a wave of arousal passed through me, holding my hands on my knees and looking up at her, chuckling despite everything. "I'm...I'm sorry to disappoint you."

"Hmmm. Oh!" It seemed as though an idea had just come to her. "You've been having a lot of erections, haven't you?"

"Since we met? I...I would say so."

She seemed to lapse into thought again. "We'll have to see what we can do about that."

"What do you...?"

She laughed. "Don't worry about that for now, though. Hurry up and pick a movie. Chop chop."

About an hour later, I had my arm around Selena's waist, spooning her. We were lying on the couch, in the middle of the movie, when she abruptly looked up at me. She raised her head and kissed me on the lips softly, lingering. Having managed to calm down somewhat in the interim, I felt the ache and the desperation return immediately.

Softly, she asked, "Did you enjoy your blowjob?"

Lying with her like this had almost allowed me to trick myself into thinking this was a typical dynamic, girlfriend and boyfriend rather than Mistress and submissive, but that one little question was an immediate reminder of just how much power she had over me. I had to fight to quell another round of pleading and begging, to stop myself from squirming so much that she'd be knocked off the edge of the couch (although I considered that she'd probably find that amusing).

And yet, after my immediate reaction, I found myself considering her question. And I found myself answering honestly.

"It was...it was amazing, Miss Selena."

"Good. I'm glad." She kissed me again, smiling. "It might be your last for a very, very long time."

"Y...yes, Miss."

I shivered again, and turned back to watching the movie. I had no idea what had been happening for the last few minutes- or even for the last hour, come to think of it. I hoped there wouldn't be a quiz.

The world spins as I blink open my eyes, the room a blur of black and red. My head throbs in time with my racing heart, memories of last night’s drinks dancing just out of reach. I squint, trying to focus, but the effort only makes the pounding in my temples worse. Where am I?

I shift slightly, the unfamiliar tightness of latex against my skin snapping me into a semblance of awareness. My breath catches in my throat as I glance down at myself, horror and disbelief warring for dominance. I’m dressed in a full-on dominatrix outfit, complete with thigh-high boots, a corset that squeezes in all the wrong places, and a leather whip coiled menacingly at my side.

“What... what the hell?” I mutter, my voice thick with confusion and something else—fear, maybe? Or is that excitement? I can’t tell, but my body hums with a strange energy, a mix of anxiety and anticipation that leaves me trembling.

A jolt of panic shoots through me as I remember something—someone. Daniel. Where is he? What did I do to him last night? My mind races, but it’s too foggy to piece anything together. All I know is that I need to find him, and fast.

I push myself up from the bed, the floor wobbling beneath me like a ship on rough seas. Every step feels precarious, the boots making my legs tremble with each movement. But I keep going, my eyes scanning the dimly lit room for any sign of him.

And then I see him—sprawled out on the couch, half-naked, his shirt hanging open and his pants undone. He looks utterly disheveled, his hair sticking up in all directions, one arm flung over his face as if trying to block out the light.

“Daniel,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the roaring in my ears. “Daniel, wake up.”

He stirs, his brow furrowing as he shifts slightly. “Emma?” His voice is groggy, confused, and just a little bit wary. Good. He should be wary.

“Yeah, it’s me,” I say, my tone sharper than I intend. “We need to talk.”

His blue eyes flick open, and for a moment, they’re filled with nothing but dazed confusion. But then recognition dawns, and his gaze drops to my outfit. The color drains from his face, leaving him pale and wide-eyed.

“Oh god,” he murmurs, sitting up abruptly. “What... what happened last night?”

“That’s what I’d like to know,” I snap, crossing my arms over my chest. The corset digs into my ribs, but I don’t care. “Why are you half-naked? And why the hell am I wearing this?”

Daniel runs a hand through his hair, looking absolutely lost. “I... I have no idea. We drank a lot, right? And then... I think we went back to your place? Oh god, Emma, I’m so sorry.”

His apology sets off a fresh wave of panic in me. What if I did something awful? What if I said or did things that I can’t take back? My stomach churns at the thought, and I feel a cold sweat break out across my forehead.

“So you don’t remember anything at all?” I ask, my voice wavering despite my best efforts to stay strong.

He shakes his head, his expression agonized. “Nothing. Just bits and pieces. I woke up here, and you were... well, you were gone. I tried to find you, but then I must have passed out again.”

I bite my lip, torn between relief and dread. At least he doesn’t remember anything bad, but that also means he has no clue about the state we’re in now. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. We need to figure this out, and quickly.

“Okay, let’s... let’s start with this,” I say, gesturing to my outfit. “How did I end up in this? And why didn’t you stop me?”

Daniel looks horrified, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. “I... I thought it was some kind of joke? You were talking about wanting to try something new, and then you pulled out this box from under the bed and... I don’t know, I figured it was harmless. I never thought you’d actually go through with it.”

My jaw drops. “You mean you knew about this? Why didn’t you say anything?”

He shrugs helplessly. “I... I didn’t think it was real. I thought you were just messing around.”

I stare at him, my mind reeling. This is insane. How could something like this happen? And more importantly, what do we do now?

“Alright, no more secrets,” I say firmly. “Let’s get out of these clothes and figure out what we’re going to do.”

Daniel nods eagerly, clearly relieved to have some direction. He stands up, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, but I stop him with a raised hand.

“Not so fast,” I say, a wicked smile creeping onto my lips. “I’ve got an idea.”

His eyes widen in alarm. “What kind of idea?”

I step closer, letting the whip trail along his chest as I lean in close. “You said you wanted to try something new, right? Well, how about we play a little game?”

Daniel swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously. “What... what kind of game?”

I can see the fear in his eyes, but there’s something else too—curiosity, maybe? Interest? It doesn’t matter. I’m in control here, and I’m not letting go.

“A game of submission,” I whisper, my breath hot against his ear. “I’ll be the Dominatrix, and you’ll be my submissive. No questions, no hesitation. Just follow my lead.”

His breathing quickens, his chest rising and falling in rapid succession. “But... but what if I don’t like it?”

I grin, feeling a surge of power at his uncertainty. “Then you tell me, and we stop. But until then, you’re mine. Understand?”

Daniel hesitates, his eyes darting between mine, searching for the right answer. Finally, he nods slowly. “Okay. I trust you, Emma.”

Relief washes over me, but it’s quickly replaced by a thrill of anticipation. This is it—the moment of truth. I tighten my grip on the whip, feeling the weight of it in my hand, and take a deep breath.

“Good boy,” I purr, running the tip of the whip gently down his chest. “Now strip for me. Slowly. Let me see every inch of you..."

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"On your knees, sissy," Mistress Evelyn commanded, her voice a silken whip that snapped through the dimly lit room. The air was thick with anticipation, the kind that made your skin prickle and your heart race. You did as you were told, sinking to your knees in front of her, your eyes fixed on the floor as a sense of dread and excitement twisted in your gut.

She stood before you, tall and imposing in her black leather corset and thigh-high boots, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall of midnight. Her hands moved with deliberate precision, unbuckling the belt at her waist and then wrapping it around her fist. The sound of the leather creaking under her grip sent a shiver down your spine.

"Look at me," she demanded, her tone leaving no room for argument.

You raised your eyes to meet hers, the intensity of her gaze locking you in place. There was something both terrifying and intoxicating about the way she looked at you, as if she could see right through to the deepest, most shameful parts of you.

"Do you know why you're here?" she asked, her lips curling into a wicked smile.

You swallowed hard, your throat dry. "Yes, Mistress," you managed to whisper.

"Good," she purred, stepping closer until her knee brushed against your chest. "Because tonight marks the beginning of your training, my little cum queen. And I assure you, it will be anything but easy."

Her fingers trailed down your cheek, the touch almost gentle compared to the harshness of her words. But there was nothing soft about the intent behind it. You could feel the heat of her hand seeping into your skin, a reminder of who was in control.

"Stand up," she ordered, her voice low and commanding.

You obeyed, shaky legs carrying you to your feet. She reached out, her fingers brushing against the waistband of your pants, and with a slow, deliberate motion, she began to unzip them. The sound of the zipper sliding down echoed in the silence, each inch of exposed flesh sending another jolt of fear and arousal through you.

"Take them off," she instructed, her eyes never leaving yours.

You hesitated for only a moment before bending down to pull your pants and underwear off in one swift motion. The cool air hit your bare skin, making you shiver. But Mistress Evelyn wasn't done with you yet.

"Hands behind your back," she said, and you complied immediately, feeling utterly vulnerable as your arms crossed behind you.

She stepped back, her gaze sweeping over you appreciatively. "Such a pretty boy," she mused, her tone dripping with disdain. "But not pretty enough."

With that, she turned and walked over to a small table set against the wall. You watched as she picked up a pair of silky panties, pink and lacy, the kind that screamed femininity. Your stomach clenched as she brought them back over to you, holding them up for inspection.

"These are going to look much better on you," she said, her voice filled with cruel amusement. "Do you agree?"

You nodded dumbly, too overwhelmed to speak. She took your silence as consent and reached out to pull your hands forward. One by one, she slipped the panties onto you, adjusting them so they fit snugly against your skin. The sensation was foreign and humiliating, but there was also a strange thrill in submitting to her will.

"There," she said, stepping back to admire her work. "Much better. Now, let's see what else we can do to make you more... presentable."

She turned again, this time returning with a matching bra and a short, frilly dress. Your heart pounded in your chest as she held them up, the sight of those items making it clear just how far she intended to push you.

"Put these on," she commanded, handing you the garments.

You hesitated, but the sharp edge in her voice left no room for defiance. Slowly, you began to dress, the process awkward and humbling. The bra felt ridiculous, the cups barely containing anything, while the dress clung to your body in all the wrong places. By the time you were done, you felt like a parody of yourself, a sissy caricature of the man you once were.

Mistress Evelyn circled you like a predator eyeing its prey, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Perfect," she declared, clapping her hands together. "Now, let's begin your training properly."

She led you to a chair in the corner of the room, positioning you in front of it. "Sit," she ordered, and you did, your legs trembling as you lowered yourself onto the seat.

She knelt down in front of you, her hands moving to cup your face gently. "You need to understand something, my little cum queen," she said, her voice almost tender. "Your pleasure is mine to control. Do you understand?"

You nodded, your breath coming in shallow gasps.

"Good," she replied, leaning in to brush her lips against yours. The kiss was soft, almost chaste, but it sent a wave of heat through you nonetheless. "Tonight, you will learn obedience. Tonight, you will learn restraint."

Her hand moved down to your crotch, fingertips grazing the edge of the silky fabric. You gasped, your body tensing in response. But she didn't give you any relief. Instead, she pressed down lightly, applying just enough pressure to make you squirm.

"No touching," she warned, her voice a low growl. "Not unless I tell you to. Do you understand?"

You whimpered, nodding quickly.

"Good boy," she murmured, her thumb gliding over the sensitive skin beneath the lace. "Now, tell me, what is the one thing you crave more than anything?"

Your voice caught in your throat, but you managed to choke out the answer. "To... to come, Mistress."

"Ah, yes," she said, her eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "But that, my dear, is a privilege you will have to earn. And until then, you will remain denied. Every day, every night, you will crave it. You will ache for it. But you will not have it. Not until I say so."

Her fingers tightened, her nails digging into the soft flesh of your inner thigh. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," you whispered, the weight of her control pressing down on you like a heavy stone.

"Good," she replied, standing up and stepping back. "Now, let's begin."

She picked up a long, slender vibrator from the table, the sight of it making your stomach twist with anxiety. Without hesitation, she leaned in close, her breath hot against your ear.

"Spread your legs," she commanded, her voice a seductive whisper.

You obeyed, parting your thighs wide. She wasted no time, inserting the vibrator into your panties, the sensation jolting through you like an electric shock. You gasped, your body arching involuntarily as the toy found its mark.

"Relax," she purred, her fingers stroking your inner thigh. "Let it happen."

The vibrations intensified, the relentless buzzing driving you to the edge of sanity. Your breath came in ragged gasps, your body trembling with the effort to hold back the inevitable climax. Tears stung your eyes, but you forced them away, determined to prove your worth to her.

"That's it," she cooed, her voice a soothing balm against the storm raging inside you. "Feel it. Want it. Crave it. But don't you dare come."

Your mind blurred, the line between pleasure and pain blurring as the vibrator worked its magic. You could feel the pressure building, the familiar tightening in your groin warning of an impending release. But every time you got close, Mistress Evelyn would adjust the settings, pulling you back from the brink just as you were about to fall.

"Almost," she whispered, her lips grazing your neck. "But not quite."

You cried out, the frustration and desire tearing through you like wildfire. But still, she held you back, her control absolute.

"One more time," she said, her voice a taunting caress. "Can you take it? Can you resist?"

You nodded, your vision swimming as the vibrator surged to life once more. This time, it was almost too much, the unbearable need clawing at your insides. But you held on, gritting your teeth and squeezing your eyes shut.

"Good," she murmured, her fingers tracing lazy circles on your thigh. "Very good."

And then, just as suddenly as it had started, she pulled the vibrator away, the abrupt absence leaving you gasping and aching for more.

"Did you enjoy that, sissy?" she asked, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

You could only nod, too exhausted to speak.

"Good," she repeated, leaning in to plant a lingering kiss on your forehead. "Because this is just the beginning."

With that, she stepped back, her eyes gleaming with dark promise. "Now, it's time for the next lesson. But first..."

She paused, her gaze fixing on your trembling form. "What do you say?"

You swallowed hard, the words sticking in your throat. But you knew there was only one acceptable answer.

"Thank you, Mistress," you whispered, your voice breaking with emotion.

A satisfied smile spread across her lips. "Very good," she purred. "Now, let's continue."

Mistress Evelyn’s eyes gleamed with a predatory light as she watched you fidget in the soft, lace dress she had chosen for you. The fabric was too tight around your waist, and the hem brushed against your thighs uncomfortably. You felt exposed, vulnerable in the feminine attire, which only heightened the thrill of anticipation coursing through your veins.

“You look so beautiful all dressed up,” Mistress Evelyn purred, her voice dripping with condescension. “But we both know that’s not enough to truly transform you into the sissy cum queen I have planned for you.”

With a flick of her wrist, she gestured towards the imposing St. Andrew’s cross standing ominously in the center of the room. Its polished wood gleamed under the dim lighting, casting long shadows that danced across the floor. The scent of leather and vanilla candles filled the air, mingling with the faint metallic tang of the restraints hanging from the cross.

“Come, pet,” she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument. “It’s time to deepen your training.”

Your heart pounded in your chest as you hesitantly approached the cross. The cool metal of the restraints sent a shiver down your spine, contrasting sharply with the warmth of the room. Mistress Evelyn stepped behind you, her fingers grazing the nape of your neck before sliding down to the hem of your dress. She lifted it slowly, exposing your bare skin to the cool air.

“Bend over,” she instructed, her voice low and hypnotic. You obeyed, gripping the edges of the cross and resting your weight on your forearms. The position stretched your body taut, making you feel even more vulnerable. Mistress Evelyn’s hands were quick and efficient as she secured your wrists to the restraints, pulling them tight until you could barely move.

Next, she moved to your ankles, securing them to the lower rungs of the cross. You stood spread-eagled before her, your body completely at her mercy. The feeling of helplessness was almost overwhelming, but it was mixed with a strange sense of excitement that made your cock twitch beneath the lace panties.

Mistress Evelyn circled you, her gaze raking over your bound form with a satisfied smile. “Such a good little sissy,” she cooed. “Now, let’s see how sensitive those nipples are.”

She reached into a drawer beside the cross and produced a pair of metal clamps, their shiny surfaces glinting wickedly in the light. Your breath hitched in your throat as she approached, the cold metal brushing against your heated skin. You tried to pull away, but the restraints held you firm.

“Don’t struggle,” she warned, her voice sharp. “I need you to be still for this.”

You forced yourself to relax, though every muscle in your body screamed in protest. Mistress Evelyn’s fingers deftly flicked open the clamps, revealing their cruel teeth. She positioned one above your right nipple, gently pinching the flesh between her thumb and forefinger. A gasp escaped your lips as the clamp bit down, the initial pain shocking in its intensity.

“Good girl,” she praised, attaching the second clamp to your left nipple with equal precision. The sensation was excruciating, sending waves of pain radiating outward from your chest. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but you bit your lip, determined not to show weakness.

Mistress Evelyn stepped back to admire her handiwork. “Gorgeous,” she murmured. “Now, let’s add a little more stimulation, shall we?”

From another drawer, she produced a small remote control. You recognized it immediately—it was the same one she used to operate the vibrator that had tormented you earlier. Your stomach twisted with anxiety as she pressed a button, causing the device nestled between your legs to hum to life.

The vibrations began slowly, building in intensity with each passing second. Your body trembled, the conflicting sensations of pain and pleasure warring within you. The clamps tugged mercilessly at your nipples, while the vibrator buzzed relentlessly against your most sensitive spots.

“Relax, pet,” Mistress Evelyn said soothingly, though there was an edge of steel in her voice. “Let the feelings wash over you. Don’t fight it.”

You closed your eyes, trying to follow her instructions. The sensations were overwhelming, bouncing off the walls of your mind like a wild storm. Each pulse of the vibrator sent shockwaves through your body, heightening the agony caused by the nipple clamps. Yet, despite the torment, a part of you yearned for release, craving the sweet relief that only orgasm could bring.

“Open your eyes, sissy,” Mistress Evelyn commanded, her voice cutting through your haze of desire. Reluctantly, you complied, meeting her gaze. There was something almost ethereal about the way she looked at you, a mixture of dominance and possession that made you feel wholly hers.

“Do you want to cum, pet?” she asked softly, her fingers trailing down your heaving chest.

A whimper escaped your lips, torn between the ache in your chest and the throbbing need between your legs. “Yes, Mistress,” you confessed, the words tasting bitter on your tongue.

“Good,” she replied, her smile cold and calculated. “Because I’m going to make sure you hold onto that need for as long as possible.”

With swift movements, she adjusted the settings on the remote, increasing the intensity of the vibrator yet again. The pressure built rapidly, a relentless barrage of pleasure that threatened to consume you whole. You bucked against your restraints, desperate for some form of relief, but they held you firm.

“Beg me,” Mistress Evelyn demanded, her voice resonating with authority. “Beg me to let you cum, and maybe I’ll consider it.”

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you fought to find your voice. The vibrator’s pulses were becoming unbearable, each one a cruel tease that pushed you closer to the brink. “Please, Mistress,” you gasped, your voice thick with desperation. “Please, let me cum…”

“Is that all?” she taunted, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “That’s not much of a plea, is it? Tell me how much you need it, sissy. Convince me.”

The words caught in your throat, but the pressure inside you was too much to bear. You sobbed, the combination of pain and arousal pushing you past the point of rational thought. “I need it, Mistress,” you choked out, your voice breaking. “I need to cum so badly… Please, just let me cum…”

Mistress Evelyn’s expression softened slightly, though her grip on the remote remained steady. “So needy,” she murmured. “But you know what happens when you beg, don’t you?”

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Back then, I was in my mid thirties, I was stuck. The career path I had chosen went extinct – not that I hadn’t seen it coming, but I liked the field I had been working in, so I was hoping until the last day – so it was time for something new. Not that I had a choice to begin with.

Luckily I had more than just some savings, and I owned the place I was living in – my dear great aunt had passed it down to me after her death – so I was able to survive on next to no income for a longer period of time.

At first I took a few weeks off. It had been a while since my last vacation, so I decided to spent some time at my parents place, in small town out in the countryside, hours away from the city I was living in. It was great meeting up with some old friends, spending plenty of time out in nature, forgetting about all my worries.

Then after those weeks off, back in my apartment, I began to find a new career for me. I went through plenty of lists with jobs on. Until I found something I was interested in, something I could imagine to do for the remainder of my life.

Unfortunately that career path required a certain degree from university. A degree that I didn’t had. A few days of thinking later, I had a very long pro and con list, I decided that it was time for me to go back to university. Luckily one of the universities in the city I was living in was offering the degree I needed.

A few week later I was sitting in a classroom, mostly surrounded by people that were more than a decade younger than me. Luckily they accepted me as one of them, and while sipping some coffee together they were so kind to explain give me some inside knowledge. One thing I got told a lot was: Avoid her and her classes if you can. Her nick name is student eater.

About a year later I was sitting in a classroom and the student eater would show up to hold class soon. I really tried to avoid her, but by the looks of it, she was the only one offering the class I needed to be able to graduate. So well, it had to be done.

It turned silent when the student eater entered the room. All eyes were on her, so were mine. And I must admit, I liked what I saw: A woman around sixty, rocking a very strict and conservative clothing style that took over they room by only being there. Yes, the student eater caught my eye.

During the following weeks the professor, the student eater, showed us how she had gotten her nick name. She demanded a lot, she was strict, she was non forgiving. But she was fair. She had no favorites, she treated all the same.

While most of my fellow students disliked her for how the professor treated them, for how much she demanded, she grew and grew on me. I more and more often caught myself checking her out, and I more than once thought about her while relieving my horny urges.

Then the semester was over, and I had and appointment with the student eater. That itself was nothing out of the ordinary, because to graduate from her class you needed to write a paper, and she would critique it with you during a personal meeting. Mine was late on a Friday afternoon, the university was practically empty.

Shortly after I had knocked at the professors office door a stoic, dominant voice came out through it: “Come in.”

The professor sat behind her desk, she was going through some papers when I entered the room. She didn’t look up to say hello, but her hand pointed me to an empty chair standing in front of the desk. Instead of greeting me she said the following: “Don’t forget to close the door behind you.”

I did as told. Then I patiently waited until I would get the professor’s full attention. A minute or two passed by. I spent the waiting time by looking around in her office, and all that I saw where books, books, and more books.

Then she looked up. She checked me out from top to bottom, or at least that part of me that wasn’t covered by her desk, then she pulled out a printed out version of my paper. Then we went through it together. And to my surprise, she had already red it beforehand.

The professor pointed out a few flaws in my argumentation, some recurring typos, and some other minor mistakes. But overall speaking, she was pleased with my work. She told me that I did more than okay. To my own surprise, hearing those kind words coming out of her mouth, it made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

The student eater then told me that she would give me a B for the class altogether. A huge smile appeared on my face, inner me was celebrating while outer me tried to keep his cool: I had passed her course, and I had gotten the best grade possible, because so far, according to the talk on the streets, no one ever had gotten an A from her.

A tiny little smile appeared on the student eaters face when she saw my excitement. Then she asked me the following question: “So can I put your grade into the system?”

My head went up and down. The professor then turned the screen around and showed me that my grade was in the system. We had no official business together any more. Once she was sure that I had seen and read the confirmation message the student eater stated the following with a smile on her face: “You made it. You survived the student eater. Your friends, your significant other, they all will congratulate you onto it.”

Listening to the professor calling herself the student eater put a gigantic smile on her face. I even laughed out loud, and she joined in. The overall mood went from cold and formal to relaxed and informal. Then, without thinking about it too much, I told her that there was no significant other. But that my friends and me would celebrate the occasion.

When the professor heard that I had no girlfriend, or a wife, a certain expression appeared on her face. She then unbuttoned a few buttons on her shirt and bent forward: “And, is there something else I can do for you?”

A shiver drove through my body. The student eater was hitting on me. A fantasy of mine was turning into reality.

While having those thoughts I already was staring down the professors cleavage and my dick was getting harder and harder. She saw what was going on with me and reacted onto it: “By the looks of it you are enjoying the view. But are you willing to show me how much you enjoy the view?”

It took horny me some thinking to try to figure out what the professor was up to. In the end I came to no conclusion, I just kept on lusting for her, I kept on staring down her cleavage. Luckily, after a minute, or maybe two, she told me what she wanted me to do: “Why are still sitting and wearing clothes? I have given you an order.”

A more than welcome shiver drove trough my body. Then I excused myself, then I stood up and got out of my clothes as fast as anyhow possible. Once I was naked I stood straight, arms crossed on my back and with my hard one pointing straight towards the professor.

She then once more checked me out. This time from tip to toe. The professor took her time doing so. When she was done inspecting me, she gave me another order: “Please yourself.”

Moments later my hand went up and down on my hard one. But the professor stopped me after a few seconds: “Haven’t you forgotten something? For the future you confirm all of my orders with a yes, ma’am.”

My head went up and down: “Yes, ma’am.”

A pleased expression appeared on the professor’s face: “Continue jerking off.”

I confirmed her order. Then my hand went up and down on my hard one again. I gave myself one fast and hard stroke after the other. I was working myself towards an orgasm as fast as anyhow possible. The mature professor wasn’t pleased with my doing: “Slow down. We are in no hurry.”

I gave her a yes, ma’am, then I did as told. I gave myself slower, more gentle strokes. It felt good. Then it felt better. Then my moaning filled the room while I sunk deeper and deeper, while I got lost in the act. The professor silently watched.

An orgasm came closer and closer. My balls were ready to explode. All that mattered for me was the sensation of my hand going up and down on my rock hard dick. Fuck, it felt so good.

It was then that the professor gave me another order: “Don’t dare to mess up my office when coming. I don’t need cum stains on anything in here.”

I moaned out a yes, ma’am, then I gave myself a few more mind melting strokes. The I came. My body trembled while the cum shot out of my dick and ended up on my non jerking hand.

After I was done coming I managed to suppress the urge to sit down, to relax and I kept on standing straight. Once I pulled that stunt, I looked over to the professor. She looked at me as if I had forgotten something. Then she looked down on my cum filled hand. In understood. No words needed.

Moments later I was licking my own spunk off my hand. I was able to suppress my disgust, and then I dug in. I was very careful to not miss a single tiny little drop of my own semen. After I had licked my hand clean I showed the professor my empty mouth. Doing so put a smile on her face: “By the looks of it, you have potential. Now get dressed, and sit down.”

The professor got her last yes, ma’am for the day. We then talked, and talked, and talked. It was during that conversation that we got to know each other a little bit, we both figured out that we might be compatible with each other, and I figured out that the student eater actually was a nice human being.

When we left the university building together, it was already pitch black night outside, the professor made me an offer: “I can help you with your masters thesis if you like.”

I gladly accepted her offer. Then the professor told me to send her the first chapter as soon as it is done. I told her that I will. She then told me that we would meet up and discuss my work. A huge smile appeared on my face.

To seal the deal we shook hands, we looked each other in the eyes while doing so. Some magic was happening, but no one acted onto it on that Friday evening. Then our ways split for the time being, but it shouldn’t take long until the student eater and me should meet again.

"Don't forget we've got to leave for the conference soon" Joanne says from the doorway. I give her a thumbs up.

"It'll take a while to get there" she says "how much longer do you think you'll be?"

"Well if he continues licking that bit, probably 2 minutes" Michael says as my head bobs up and down on his cock. My tongue catches the underside of his cock head and he moans.

I like Michael. He is a nice guy. He lets me suck his cock rather than fucking my face. He let me go at my pace and he makes me feel good. He looks after me. He's Elle's equivalent in Finance. She opened up the OSN to the whole company after Georgia and I had proved our mouths could improve morale. Between the two of us we had even set ourselves a competition, first one to make a man and a woman cum from each of the 6 departments won $100 off the other. Working in my favour was that most of the people said I had better technique than her - working in her favour she was blonde, had big tits and wasn't fighting against decades of homosexual fear from her own gender.

As Michael finishes in my mouth, I wait until he pats me on the head and then I pull back, show him his cum on my tongue and swallow it. "You're such a good boy" he said standing up, stuffing his cock back into his boxers and zipping himself up. "Are you still on the entry level salary?"

I nod

"Well here you go, have meal on me" he says taking a $20 bill out of his wallet

"You fucking pay him? What the fuck" I turn to see Joanne still stood at the door "he does this because he likes it. You don't have to pay him. In fact, pretty much the only reason we haven't fired him is that he's doing this. We literally pay him his salary to do this and not do his job because he's so bad at it"

I offer the money back to him even though I'd already budgeted for using this money to buy a burger on the way home. "No, you keep it" he said and followed it up with a smirk "and buy yourself something pretty"

I leave the conference room following behind Joanne as she mutters under her a breath about me being a cock hungry whore. We have time to grab our bags and laptops before we head to my car to get to our meeting venue.

All through the drive, Joanne is reminding me over and over how important this presentation is. How this would be an amazing company to use as a reseller. How partnering with them in the future would secure her bonus. How I can't fuck this up. She repeats that several times. "Do not fuck this up"

We reach the building and I wish I could write some prose about how beautiful it was but it's a 1970s office block near a highway. As we get inside and step into the elevator, Joanne turns to me once more "You know what I'm going to say?"

"Yes" I reply looking at my feet "Don't fuck this up"

"Very good" she adds just before the doors open to the office "And if you do well, I'll make you cum with my mouth".

WHY THE FUCK DID SHE SAY THAT NOW

As if I wasn't nervous enough, now I have that to think of. I was probably up to a dozen threesomes with her and her partner and to be honest - they were getting sort of boring. I would turn up watch her do something perverted to Justin, get incredibly turned on by it, not be allowed to touch myself and then have him cum in my mouth. The closest I had come to any sort of sexual contact with her during these sessions was when she'd hold my head down forcing his cock deeper into my throat.

Now all I can think of is how warm and wet her mouth will be, how I want to take my time, how I want to enjoy the intimacy, how I hope she'll share my cum with me afterwards in a passionate kiss and also how - nothing is ever as it seems with this woman. She always has a twist.

We head to the meeting room where there's coffee being served at the back of the room. Before I have a chance to get any refreshments, a man mumbles something and points me towards the front of the room. The two of us start to set up the laptop. You'd think it'd be easy in 2024 but as well as the different connectors, remotes and microphone connections, I have the distraction of looking up from what we're doing I see Joanne staring me down from the other end of the room. Looking into my eyes, even from 10 to 15 yards away I can see her eyes. I think about how they will look as she looks up at me with my cock in her mouth.

She puts her cup to her lips and smiles. I smile back. She runs her tongue along her top lip and I melt. Surely we can just end this meeting now and find somewhere for her to suck me off. I miss a mumbled question by one of the technical guys and after I answer it, I turn back to see Joanne whispering to another woman who both turn around, see me looking, giggle and turn away.

We finally get everything hooked up and their support guy lowers the screen from the ceiling and I can start my presentation. I look out to the room and count up - ten people here from the other company, five men and five women. Joanne sits off to my right hand side and the rest all sit in a semi circle facing me. I take some deep breaths, try and ignore the sweat patches I can feel growing under my arms and I definitely try and ignore how fucking gorgeous every woman from this company is. I am trying really hard not to imagine the blonde to the left of centre sat on my face when Joanne shouts out "Well come on then - start!!"

"So erm, yes welcome" I say suddently feeling how warm this room is becoming "We're, erm, from JB Toys and we're here to talk to you, you all, all of you about our partnering and partnership arrangement and what we can offer you"

"A erm, quick history of JB's before we get into the numbers" I say changing the slide. I begin to talk about our founder and our mission when a blonde wearing boots raises her hand.

"Look" she says before I can ask her if her question can wait "We've been in this field long enough to know who your company is, can you move on. I haven't got all day"

"Ok" I mumble turning a two minute intro into about 30 seconds. I click the next slide. The brunette right next to Joanne raises her hand and without waiting for me to acknowledge starts talking "Are you not going to do introductions?"

"Oh yes OK, Joanne and I are in the sales department of JB's and, erm, do you all want to tell us your names?"

"Well you've already started" the woman snaps back folding her arms and shaking her head "It's a bit late now isn't it? Just carry on."

I look over to Joanne hoping for some encouragement. She has her head in her hands rubbing her temples and refusing to look up. I plough on and load the next slide and start talking through the catalogue and how we're looking to cater for every sexual requirement. The brunette by the window takes out her phone and starts looking at it. I can feel how badly this going. I see a dark skinned woman staring at me intently with big eyes and start to lose my place. She winks at me and I can no longer remember what I was supposed to say.

"Come on," the woman follows up "Do you want our business or not?" I pick up and move onto the next slide. I see her look at the blonde I wanted to sit on my face and they both visibly throw their head back and roll their eyes. None of the men have said anything. I look at one of them, hoping to regain my composure but I can feel my mouth going dry, my knees going weak and I'm sweating a lot.

"So the main thing to know about our partnering programme is that you get to keep 15% of the sales." I say, looking at the slides and finally get something correct.

"Sorry" the face sitting blonde says "Is that 'one five' or 'five zero', that's important" I look at my notes and the screen and before I can confirm she says "If you don't know that off the top of your head what are you even doing here."

"I erm, I just, I can't." I say trying to get some level of control back.

"OK ladies" Joanne says with a giggle "You've had your fun with torturing him with words but this is starting to get embarrassing and he'll probably cum any second from it. How about we get to what I've really brought him here for and start showing you new ways that we can torture a cock and balls?"

"Thank fuck for that" the brunette next to her says "I don't think I could've kept a straight face any longer".

The man who had helped me with the audio visual equipment comes over, detatches the laptop, and clicks a button making the screen disappear into the ceiling. I am stood there on the spot. I want to move. I want to know what's going on. But I can't move and I can't speak. There are no restraints and no gag but I do not know what to do. I stand there holding my notes.

After the screen disappears into the ceiling I hear the winding start again and a clanking noise. I look up to where the screen disappeared and two chains are descending. Everyone is watching me. No one says anything until Joanne breaks the silence. "Come on then slut, get naked" I turn to her and see she has the key to my cage.

I take my shirt and trousers off and put them in a pile by a lectern and unlock my cock cage and put it on top. At no point do I stop and think 'what's going on' - Jonanne has given me an order and I follow it. Thank god, my cock isn't hard yet - that would look really embarassing. As I turn around, two of the men are stood by the chains. None of the five men in the room have spoken more than a few words since I arrived. Without needing to say anything, two of them cuff my hands in place and two of them spread my legs and latch them to two rings that were under the floor. I notice the quality of the restraints and see that our company makes them. I look over at the brunette by the window, who's now looking me up and down. She smiles at me, I smile back at her. She's cute, she looks less scary than the other women. One of the men presses a button and the chains begin to clank again as they go up into the ceiling. It stretches me out to the point of just about being uncomfortable. As my hands get raised higher, my cock follows and raises up as I can feel myself getting hard.

"OK I think we're ready to start for real now, Nicole?" Joanne says

"Yes let's hope so. He certainly seems ready" Nicole says looking at my cock. She raises her right hand and clicks her fingers. The five men scurry over and each kneels in front a woman. The women, almost in harmony, uncross their legs and each man shifts forward until their head is under a skirt. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what they're doing - my cock has figured it out for sure and isn't getting softer at the thought. I see the brunette by the window look down, look up and sigh.

"So" Joanne says looking in her bag. "Let's start with this new toy we have for breaking balls." She wraps her hand around my scrotum and slides my balls through a hole in some perspex. JOANNE IS TOUCHING MY BALLS. I let out a little murmur of satisfaction. I've waited for this for so long. The sigh is barely audible.

"Does it have to make a noise, is there any way of shutting it up?" Nicole says.

"Yes it does have a tendency to make some really unpleasant noises" Joanne says walking over to her bag and producing a large gag. She walks behind me and drags a chair over. She stands on it making her taller than me. She presents the gag in front of me and pushes the large butterfly shaped piece of black plastic into my mouth.

As she buckles the leather belt behind my head she whispers in my ear "Look at all these beautiful dominant women, they're all going to cum watching me inflict pain on you. But remember, normal rules apply 'no cumming for you' and I want you to know from the bottom of my heart that even though I may touch your thing, I will always despise you. I'll never think of you as anything more than place to put my Justin's cum. Like a fucking kleenex or spunk soaked sock to keep by the bed"

I'm sure she knows that these words would humiliate and turn off a normal person but I'm anything but normal. She knows that being degraded just makes me harder and more excited. "Right" Joanne says getting back in front of me and holding up a remote "who wants to see if we can pop one of his balls."

"Yes yes yes yes" says the brunette by the window. She's looking up at the ceiling and her hands are holding onto the head shaped lump under skirt. "ugh ugh ugh" she yells as she cums.

"Fuck off Amber" the dark skinned woman says "you only came first because you'd just had a session, you had a head start on us all" The other women giggle and I smile to myself from behind the gag. But I'm snapped back to the reality of the situation as I feel some pressure on my balls.

"OK so this box is our latest iteration on a ball crusher" Joanne says "it's ideal for the busy Domme who needs to torture someone but is too pre-occupied, say being eaten out. Using this, they can crush balls remotely."

Joanne holds the remote up and presses the button. "This thing is normally only safe to leave on a sub for about five minutes before it causes permanent damage - so I've set a timer on my phone for ten minutes and you can all have a play with the remote."

"So the green button moves the compression plate down" Joanne says as one of the blondes presses it and the squeeze on my balls is released. "And the red one moves it up"

She points the remote towards me and presses the button a few times. The pressure increases on my balls to level that is pleasantly painful. "And for the safety conscious Domme there's a little buzzer inside it that goes off when it detects that the pressure is too much."

"I suggest a game" Joanne says walking the remote over to Amber "you all get a press of the button and the one who makes the alarm go off wins this free sample" I can see how excited the women are at the prospect. She's so good at her job. It makes me really jealous. I wish I was that good. My practical thoughts are sidetracked almost immediately as the button is clicked and the pressure increases. The pain in my left nut is now quite sharp.

"Your turn Bea" Amber says passing the remote. The button is clicked again. Maybe I'm stood funny but my left ball feels much more pain than the right.

"Pass it on" the blonde in boots says "stop being greedy". Bea has a tight grip on the remote and a tighter grip on the arms of her chair. She let's out a single long, loud breath.

"Sorry, was just cumming" Bea says throwing the remote on.

"Lucky you. I think mine is defective" the blonde says landing a slap on the head of the man under her skirt. She presses the button and passes it on.

Another press of the button and the remote ends up with Nicole. "So I get two presses and we go back along?" she says pressing the button twice.

I groan into the gag. The pain on the left edge of my left ball is really bad. I'm starting to feel it pulsing up into my body. I don't feel any pain in my right nut. Surely I should. Is that a good thing? Less pain is good right? Unless the reason I don't feel pain is because it's already broken? Surely not. When's the sensor going to beep? When is the timer up? This is getting too much. I try and get Joanne's attention but she's just sat at the side looking at her phone not giving a shit.

The remote ends up back with the blonde in the boots. She presses the button and there it is. The sensor starts beeping. And there's the pain in my right ball. I close my eyes and lean forward looking at the floor and groan. Salavia starts running around the gag and dripping out hitting the floor. I mumble into the gag about how much pain I'm in.

"Woo hoo!" she shouts raising her hands above her head. "I win"

"Well done" says Joanne getting up from her seat. "Now let's release this and get onto the next toy"

"Which button do I press?" the blonde says clicking the red button. The pressure increases. I now yell into the gag to let her know she's pressing the wrong one. The pain is so much I instinctively try and shake the device off me. The more I shake the more pain it causes. The chains rattle.

"Fucking demos" Joanne says "they always go wrong."

I look up and see her and the two blondes both looking at the remote. As I look up a trail of spit runs down chin and to the floor. I see them taking the batteries out and blowing into the remote. The alarm keeps going. The ten minute timer starts beeping. Joanne drops one of the batteries and rolls across the floor. I get more agitated yelling for help. I've stopped feeling pain in my balls at all. This could be it. I'm worried. I rattle my chains.

"There there" I hear in my ear and see Amber is now stood next to me. She puts my forehead on her shoulder. "Everything will be OK, you poor thing this must be awful. Being accidentally castrated in a workplace accident. How terrible." She strokes my hair. The beeping continues. Surely someone must do something. I start whimpering as the pain comes back temporarily and goes away again.

"I'm pressing it but nothing is happening" I hear Joanne saying.

"I'm going to take a look at it, I'm not going anywhere. I'm here for you" Amber says. She bends down. Her hand moves my hard cock out of the way. Why am I hard when I'm about to lose my balls? Why? And why do I desperately need to cum?

"Oh hang on," Amber says clicking a switch "There's a manual release"

The pressure goes away. Blood rushes back to my balls. I can feel pain. Thank fuck I can feel them. They're still there. I groan at the pain.

"Wait it's going back up??" Amber says as the pressure increases again causing the alarm to beep again and then release again. She comes back up to my level and whispers in my ear "I seem to have turned on the pressure cycle. Whoops, I'm not trained for this - I'm going to sit back down. Hope you enjoy it you little pain slut." The process begins again. Squeeze - release. Pain from the squeeze, pain as the blood rushes back. Pain. The cycle continues three of four times.

"Oh hang on" Joanne says "why I don't I just press this button marked 'Reset'." Everything stops. I lean forward in the chains, letting them take my weight. I'm spent. The pain in my left nut is now a constant throb, every heart beat makes me feel the pain. I can feel the sweat all over my body. My cock is still hard.

"Right" Nicole says "that was fantastic. I think we can use that for sure. The alarm thing is great, never seen so much panic on a slave's face. We'll definitely push it hard with all our mistresses. What's next"

"Next?" I say into the gag trying to regain composure.

"Yes, well I promised him that I'd make him cum with my mouth" Joanne says reaching down an unclipping the ball crusher. "Shall we do that?" Joanne stands in front of me holding what looks like a fake pussy masterbator. "So this product I'm especially happy with. It's a wonderful tool that you can use to keep your sub right at the edge of cumming and like with the crusher it's all remote controlled. By the time it hits the market we're hoping to have an app too so you don't even have to be in the same country as them"

Joanne starts humming a song as she kneels down in front of me, a show tune. I can't quite place what it is. She slides my cock into a well lubricated sleeve inside a larger box and buckles a strap around my waist. She slides another one under my scrotum, separating my balls. She's still humming that tune. I recognise it finally and just as I do she gives my balls a little squeeze and I yell "mother-fucker" into the gag at a response to the pain.

"Woo hoo! Number one for me!" yells one of the blondes. I feel the tube begin sliding up and down. It feels really good. The head of my cock occasionally gets proded by what feels like a tongue?

"So this is our latest automatic edging masterbator and it should feel a lot like getting a blowjob" Joanne says holding another remote up "There are sensors hidden inside the tube and on the strap that goes by the balls which can sense if the subject is getting close to an orgasm. You can set a number of edges on this part of the remote and just sit back and watch the subject struggle. Ultimate frustration, minimum effort."

"Fucking genius - take my money" Bea yells as I bow my head and start enjoying the feeling of warmth sliding along my cock "You've outdone yourself with this one."

"But wait there's more! For the really high rollers, we can individually model this and 3d print it to the inside of your mouth." Joanne says. She lifts my chin up so I am looking her in the eyes "That's my mouth you're inside, that's my tongue rubbing against you. And these are my teeth chewing on your cock"

She turns away and presses a button. "Fuck!" I yell into the gag as the sharp teeth from within the tube dig into the head of my cock. That's it, that level of pain, that level of stimulation - that's going to make me cum. I groan and then it stops.

"And that's his first edge" Joanne says as she passes the remote around and a minute later, just as I'm getting my senses back, the tube starts sliding again. Bea presses a button and the tube slides a long way onto my cock. I feel the shaft bend a little bit and the masterbator shakes a little. "Oh and that's my throat." Jonanne says "I've never even tried deepthroating before. so this is the first time a cock has been down there."

The culmination of everything that has gone on, the pain in my balls, her words, the tight grip the silicone has around my cock is enough to make me moan "I'm cumming" into the gag. I cannot even finish the first syllable before all the stimulation goes away and Jonanne yells "No!".

I do not cum. One of the women in the room laughs. I've had enough. I want to finish this. I need out. I start feeling emotional. I want to cry. And then the tube starts sliding up and down again and the pleasure returns. And then it stops.

"Please Joanne," I say into the gag "Please stop. I can't take any more"

"No" she says dismissively "One more thing to show you on this ladies. Did you ever have a pain slut and think to yourself, I wonder how much fun they'd have if my tongue was like sandpaper? Then think no more."

All of the moisture disappears, the softness of the silicone tongue is replaced by a harsh scratchy feeling. As the rough course texture works its way up the shaft I dread it hitting my cock head. Not because of how much it'll hurt but because of how much I'll like it. But before it can get any higher I can feel the cum building up again. This time! This time I'll get release.

And it stops. I need to cum. I bow my head to the floor, close my eyes. I am getting light headed. I have no more saliva in my mouth, I'm dry. Minutes pass and I look up, opening my eyes for the first time in a while and see them all sitting and talking. All this pain, all this edging and no one is even looking. The lights are flickering and I hear a ringing in my ears. Joanne gets up and starts walking towards me.

"What's going on?" I try and say from behind the gag and try to at least focus more on the room than my sore cock and balls.

"There's a fire alarm" Joanne says grabbing her back and her phone "We have to evacuate".

She leaves the room along with everyone else. I am left hanging. I scream for help with the gag in my mouth. The machine starts up again rubbing the sandpaper up the bottom of my shaft. In between screaming for help I moan in pleasurable agony.

The machine stops denying me a proper orgasm again but I can't hold back any more. Cum dribbles out of the end of my cock. All I can do is murmur as the cum keeps going. As it drains, I try and jerk against the chains and the machine in need of a bit of stimulation. Nothing.

I stand there, having cum, looking at the empty meeting room, gagged and the fire alarm still going off. I yell for help and after a couple of minutes I stop. I worry no one is coming until a a figure appears at the door at the other end of the room.

"Hey Chief! You should see what they've got in here." the voice says wearing a reflective jacket and pointing another person to look at me. "Can we get one for the fire station?"

"Ha," the reply comes "I know how much it cost to get Mistress Nicole to peg me so I know there's no way we can afford any of her toys."

They leave. The sandpaper tongue begins to rubs my cock again.

Hello again, 

And now its finally time for the final chapter! Enjoy it! There were so many things I still wanted to include in it, so it ended up being the longest chapter of them all, but a fitting way to end my first ever erotica. I hope you had as much fun reading it as I had writing it. I learned a lot of things during the writing process and will definitely take them in account for a next one, such as my long break between chapters 2 and 3. 

For now enjoy this final part and as always: Feel free to leave your feedback in the comments or DM and if you need a little refresher, there are the previous chapters: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8 and part 9.

Thanks again for reading and until next time! 

-Chapter 10- 

Well... There I was. Locked away in a cage, where nobody would look for me, let alone find me! I lost count of the times a ‘meal’ was pumped inside me. It could have been days, weeks, even months since I was left in here. The recording seemed to be going on for ever and even dictate my sleep schedule as well. Not that I got that many sleep. But the recording switched from a repetition of the rules to a binaural white noise from time to time. That must be the time reserved for sleep. Beside the two there was also a hypnotic and degrading humiliation from time to time. Probably to break down the last parts of me and I have to say, it worked wonders, the repetition of everything made me completely braindead.  

My whole body became stiff very quickly. I wasn't even sure if I was ever able to move again, even if I was let out. I couldn't move a muscle after all. Also I never figured out how the tubes in my ass and chastity cage worked, but somehow, they did. It was a weird feeling every time I “had to go”, but it worked.  

Beside all that the bottom of the cage must have been covered in all of my sweat, drool and tears. It gave a strange sticky feeling around my knees which were firmly locked to this bottom. It must have been quite the sight from the outside. I could only imagine what it would look like. 

But then suddenly, the recording stopped! The silence sounded strange, since I haven't experienced complete silence in a while. One of my ears was uncovered. The sensual voice of one of the women, terrified me. “it's time”, that's all she whispered before putting the headphones back on. The noise cancelling was good, but didn't filter all the sounds. I heard the muffled sounds of some chains. Still in shock, I kept completely still, waiting for what was coming. I froze even more, when a bucket of water was emptied above the cage and the messy bottom was cleaned. After a towel drying the cage up, it started moving. 

It was a long ride, but I had no idea where to. What was their plan?! The fact that ‘it was time’, didn't promise anything good. What would the next stage of this hell look like?! The only things I knew was that they didn't load me on a car or trailer. And I don't think we left the building. Where were they taking me!? 

After a long while we arrived. It must have been a very crowded room as muffled sounds of people came from everywhere, softly coming through the headphones. Was I going to be some sort of perverted art piece? Or was this something else?  

After a while I was groped from all sides. Cold hands, warm hands, sweaty hands, gloves of all materials. I felt everything, but couldn’t really make up what was said. One of those hands stood out. It was a cold hand, probably from a woman. That hand felt so familiar for some reason, I couldn't figure out why... It was also the only hand, that didn't pinch, pulled and slapped everywhere. This familiar hand only slowly caressed my back and my head. For the first time, since my arrival here I felt sort of safe. Safe because a hand caressed my back? I was still locked in a cage, unable to move and deprived of all my senses... This feeling really fucked with my head. It was so weird. To who did this hand belong? Then the caressing stopped again. Before the person, to who this hand was attached, walked away, I felt the hand one last time. Around my ankles. The hand put something in my ballet heel. Then it left. The feeling of safety left my body with it. The question to who this hand belonged to, drove me crazy. 

The silence returned. The people must have moved further away from my cage. I didn't hear any muffled sounds anymore. The silence seemed to be taking forever again. 

After a very long time the cage was set into motion again. I felt that the cage was lifted and probably loaded onto something else. My heart sank. Was my worst fear becoming true? Where was I taken? Was the ‘new owner’, who was mentioned a couple of times, here to collect me? All kinds of thoughts raced through my mind. My head almost exploded because of them. I tried to make them stop, but nothing worked. 

Because of my racing thoughts, I didn't even notice that the thing I was lifted onto started moving. I only noticed, when the thing drove over a big bump. I was loaded onto a vehicle... Not sure if it was a truck or car. Did that even matter right now? Probably not. The bump at least stopped my racing thoughts. I tried to figure out where I was taken. But since I was still blindfolded and I only felt bumps, I soon gave up on it.  

Instead, my thoughts went back to the hand and whatever it slipped into my heel. I imagined the person with the soft hand was driving this vehicle. That I would end up with that person. That thought calmed me down a little. This was the only caring hand I felt. This must mean it was a caring person too, right? Since it was the only thing that calmed me down a bit, I almost prayed that it was true. 

After an endless drive, the vehicle stopped. Again being deprived from all my senses this could also just have been a few kilometres... The cage was lifted up again and put on a trolley, which instantly started moving. 

Soon the cage stopped moving and the headphones were finally lifted off my ears. I froze because of it. “Welcome home pet”, whispered an unfamiliar voice. It was a firm female voice, but also the sweetest I had heard in a while. This was it. This was my life from now on... My heart sank again with that thought. It sank so deep it felt like it almost melted through my skin and drippled into the cage as well. I tried to calm myself down again as I imagined this was the woman with the caressing hand.  

Now that the headphones were removed, I could hear everything very clear. The softest sounds almost hurt my ears. But at least I could figure out what was happening: The top of the cage was opening and the wooden sticks were also taken out. Which meant: I was finally let out! 

“I was told that it has been in this position for a while, so just relax. It will be fine, it is with me now”, She really did everything to calm me down. I must still be looking anxious. I heard a snap of Her fingers and it felt the tubes slowly being pulled out of my gag, butt plug and chastity cage. Some soft groans escaped from behind my gag. With another snap of Her fingers all the locks were opened. My arms, legs and neck suddenly were all free. My head wanted to drop down, but it was supported by a soft latex hand. From all sides now came soft latex hands, which pulled me out of the cage and laid me on my back on a cold but soft carpet. During the process a few joints cracked and a sigh of relief escaped my gag again. The hands proceeded in stretching me out further, which caused more bones to crack. This was followed by a lovely massage. It was lovely. I completely relaxed and forgot about everything for a moment. When the hands stopped their massage, something strange happened: My gag was unlocked, along with... my collar and blindfold! I remembered a rule about not being allowed to look at my superior, so I closed my eyes instantly. Still the light blinded me. 

“A shock collar?! What kind of slave abuse is this?!", I heard Her surprised voice, “they must have forgotten to take it off, like I asked them to. #3! Here. Send it back to that auction house with a complaint!” She ordered. So this Domme numbered Her servants and She had more than one. Wait!? ‘Auction house’? I was auctioned off like an object? That realisation was quite a shock. 

Then She noticed I had my eyes closed. “Oh forget that, new one. My pets are all allowed sight. Makes their service easier, doesn't it?”  

“Yes Goddess", Was the only thing I could get out of my mouth. I already liked Her way more than the other two woman, who had kept me in the cage. She sounded so sweet. Firm but sweet. 

And I slowly opened my eyes. The light still hurt my eyes a bit. In the light a silhouette became clearer and clearer. She really looked like an angel in this light. There She was: a beautiful tall woman, in a beautiful shiny black latex catsuit, shiny black thigh highs with some very high heels sticking out of them, a black corset with golden details and a beautiful golden crown in Her silky-smooth brown hair. She was beautiful. She really was worthy to be called a 'Goddess’, maybe that didn't even do justice.  

Just then I noticed Her holding something. “I do need to be able to recognise my pets, but I don't have a fitting collar yet. #9 will soon fix that for my new one. Until then it will wear this temporary collar.” She came closer with a small metal collar and snapped Her fingers. “knees!”, still sore from the cage I tried to get in the right position as quick as possible. She didn't seem to care much about that.  

“Good pet", She said when I finally managed it and She put the collar around my neck. She also instantly connected a leash. “Can it walk yet?” She asked. “Y... yes Goddess. M... maybe,” I stuttered. “Good”, She smiled and stood up, pulling me up with the leash as well. “Let’s get pet some clothes and a little tour around my little empire”, She slowly started walking towards a door. I struggled on the first steps, still being locked in those ballet heels. I soon got the hang of it again and followed my new Goddess out of the room. 

On the way, I saw latex covered creatures again. This Goddess had quite the army of servants. All in different colours of latex. Except a few, they all wore hoods, that fully covered their face. Some had a ponytail sticking out. Some wore heels, some only wore latex socks. They all stopped what they were doing when we passed and politely bowed their head toward Goddess. To some Goddess would bow Her head back. It became clear there was some sort of hierarchy around here, where I probably should get used to. What it was, I would probably soon find out.  

“Hello Goddess. How may I be of service today?”, asked a servant when we entered the room. “This new pet needs some clothing", Goddess answered. She quickly introduced me to this servant, named #9, responsible for collars and latex for the servants and even Goddess Herself. “Bring it back, when You are done, #9! You know where to find me!” Goddess said before She turned around and left. “Yes Goddess", #9 responded. The sound of Her heels slowly faded into the distance. 

'#9' was a nice woman. Probably an expert in handling the new ones. She was covered in latex from the neck down. With care she took the temporary collar off and measured my neck, before putting the collar back on. “Soon it will have a beautiful collar as well", she said while showing off hers. It again was a think steel posture collar, locked at the back and a ring on the front. Through the ring, she had a name tag, displaying her 'name': #9. So it could be better described as a number tag. “The now one will get its new name soon, don't worry". 

She continued her work, measuring the rest of my body, also my head. “the new ones always start with a full hood. Did Goddess already explain that? If not, it didn't hear that for me", she giggled. I really wanted to ask her some questions. How life was around here, how she got here, and many more but just as I opened my mouth, #9 stumbled upon a problem: the heels. 

“I can't get these heels off. That's the only part of slave I can't measure", she said with a little shock in her voice, “hopefully Goddess won't punish us for this...” She made some final notes. After some thinking she got some pvc clothing out of a closet. “Here, pet can put this suit on for now, while I make it a latex one.” Because of the heels it was only a bodysuit. I tried it on and it fitted perfectly. Now it was my turn to show off. #9 was happy with her creation. 

“Let's get it back to Goddess," she grabbed the leash and started walking towards the door. We found Goddess in the dining room, enjoying some lunch. “That was quick #9!", Goddess said as we walked in. “Thank You Goddess", #9 said. “The only thing were the heels. Do You know how to unlock them, Goddess?”  

“I haven't received any additional keys. I will make someone get them,” Goddess answered. That was not the answer I wanted to hear... That meant I would be stuck in these for a while... “Okay Goddess, I should get back to work", #9 handed Goddess the leash and left the room. She invited me on the chair next to Her.  

“Pet must be hungry by now. I have been told the food in those cages is terrible. Here", She moved Her plate with the remainders of Her lunch over to me. “Thank You Goddess”, I enjoyed some vast food for the first time in a while. Some bread crumbs and some lettuce was all that was left, but I ate it like my life depended in it. It might do. 

When I finished Goddess got up and grabbed the leash. “The tour isn't done yet!” I got up and quickly followed the direction of the leash out of the room for a tour around Goddess' mansion. For a tour around my new life. 

Several months went by. I got used to my new life. Even found my happiness in serving Goddess, who was also very happy with me. I was told to clean, cook, some yardwork and some maintenance around Her mansion. Goddess even involved me in building a new dungeon in Her basement. #99 became my new name, which She usually shortened to ‘nine-nine’. She was an amazing Goddess. I couldn't have wished for someone else. She calmed me down in the first days and brainwashed me even further into Her perfect servant. 

On a rainy day She called me into Her office. “Sit down slave. I think it is finally time to tell it something. Something happened at the auction, that I didn't see before and haven't told it yet.” I was so brainwashed that I had to dig really deep in order to understand what she meant. 

“Before we put in our bids, there is always time for an inspection. There was this one lady anxiously walking around. She was the only one not wearing heels or at least some leather. It became clear for me she didn't belong in the room or it was her first auction. During the inspection, she walked circles around #99's cage, softly whimpering and sobbing, touching slave everywhere. She took ages. In the end she had to be pulled away from the cage by the staff. Before that happened, I noticed she put a note in one of the heels.” I instantly remembered what Goddess meant. Was this about loving hand, which caressed me everywhere?  

“When I finally got the keys to the heels, I also found the note", She said while sliding a muffled and ruined folded piece of paper in my direction. “This was that note. Good luck reading it, as sweat completely ruined it.”  

“But luckily for pet, I met this lady afterwards. After I had won the auction and had a celebratory champagne in the bar. I noticed her constantly looking at me and I invited her over for a drink and asked her if it was indeed her first time. She started crying. ‘And hopefully the last time.’ She explained what had happened to her and how much of a rollercoaster the weeks before the auction had been. She said she made a terrible mistake. See #99, this lady...” Goddess paused. “...Was its friend.” 

All slowly came back to me. She could've meant only one person, but my mind was still a bit foggy after all this time. “After I poured her a glass of champagne, she explained her ‘mistake’. She told me that after a drunk night she opened up to #99 about her kinks and fantasies and asked it about its own fantasies. She dreamt of denial and being in permanent chastity. #99 about being trained into a domestic slave and being able to serve a superior at every moment. To quote her, #99 even said ‘I would do anything to make that happen!’ That fantasy sticked with her and she started an investigation. She wanted to surprise #99, with a submissive training to fulfill this fantasy. After #99 was done with the training, it could have served her, whenever she needed it. It sounded like a plan for her. She even discussed it with #99 and it agreed to serve her, even to her arranging the training.” 

“After some research she found two dommes, who offered that type of training. She met with them several times, discussing the training and making a whole plan on how to surprise #99 with it. In the end she trusted the dommes enough to train it. She even signed a contract, giving the dommes permission for the training. But that was not the only thing she did. She also gave the dommes all the right over pet, including the right to sell it, with that single signature. Which she only noticed after she got an invitation to the auction herself. She got mad at the dommes, begging them to give her back her friend. She wanted to do anything. She even offered money, even promised not to share her story with anyone. All offers were declined by the dommes. If she wanted to pay them, she could better participate in the auction. She did everything to get her friend back, but in the end she had to give up and go to the auction herself. I can tell #99, she didn't put in a bid on her friend. She told me she just couldn't do it. She couldn’t get herself to do it.” 

“She wanted me to forward a message to my pet. She said, that there were no words to describe how sorry she was, that she never planned this and that if there was a chance to get her friend back, she would do it. I told here, that that wouldn't possible, as I don't like to share my property.” 

But I promised to stay in touch with her. I even invited her over for a tour in my mansion. Gagged of course, so she wouldn't disturb #99 as it was doing yardwork. I promised to make sure her friend would be fine and to give her a regular update on it. We agreed on one condition...” Goddess paused and reached for Her necklace and to reveal a key. “That I would fulfill her fantasy as well.”  

I just got back from having my friend strip me naked and force me to walk naked in the park. It’s always been a fantasy for me to have someone have me in bondage outdoor. Today my fantasy came true. My friend Serena is this bubbly tall girl who I’ve known for a while. She’s always so curious and very open about everything. I ended up telling her about a dream I had about her(made up to bring up the subject 🤭). I told her I had a dream about her stripping me naked and walking me around the park. She laughed and said interesting, we should try that. I couldn’t believe what I heard so I brought out all my toys. we went to this park that’s well know to be very promiscuous with guys hooking up at night. We got to the park around 10. It’s usually empty by then other then a few homeless people you’ll see . So we ran into the park trying to avoid being seen from anyone. We found a good place and put a big blanket on the floor. Serena giggled and said take off all your clothes, so I did. The started with my ankle and but on some leather cuffs. Serena looked through tal my toys and put a anal hook in my asshole and that connected around my neck. It also had wrist cuffs to keep my hands behind my back. Serena was so oblivious about what she was doing. I was so turned on and she was doing everything like it was no big deal. She was doing all this out of curiosity. Like a dream come true for me. She asked what she should do once she has my all restrained. I told her she should do anything she think would be funny to her. Like making me walk on all fours or force me to walk with the leash on and making me walk around the park naked. She said good idea!. as she cuffs my hands behind my back and started puts on on my face cover with a gag so wouldn’t be able to see, she tells me oh someone’s walking this way. Like it was no big deal. I panicked! And she just continues to tighten the face cover. I can’t see anything but I hear the foot steps getting closer. I hear a man’s voice say “ having a fun night” and Serena doesn’t say anything. She tells me “ some guy just walked up close to us, then he just walks away. What’s that guys problem. What a weirdo”. Like she not doing someone extremely weird herself. She adds the nipples clamps and. Clips the dog leash to my collar and tells me to start walking on all fours. she tugs the chain and now I’m walking on all fours. The grass was wet as I’m crawling and it’s so cold I can hear the sprinklers spraying near by. Some parts are muddy as I’m crawling and it’s turning me on that I’m getting mud all over my naked body. At this point I’m paranoid there’s a bunch of guys looking at me crawling naked a leash. I’m so turne. By the thought of someone possibly coming up to me and grab my naked body, spanking me. Serena tells me to stand up she cuffs my wrist and ankle cuffs together. Now I’m standing up naked walking around feeling the mud between my toes. I can hear cars driving by playing musics and talking. Every time I heard a car or people talking I freaked out thinking they see me.I keep getting walked for about 30 minutes then eventually go back to where we had our things. Serena says “that was fun! there was a few random people walking around us. No one’s around now though”. She lays me on the blanket and connects all the cuffs together then starts to tickle my whole body and feet with a brush.I scream and squirm around so much. She keeps tickling me for about 15 minutes then let’s me go and starts to remove everything. Serena says im hungry let’s go. We stopped and got food then after I went home. Now im laying in bed in the middle of the night thinking of what just happened. I had to share. im about to masturbate and go to sleep