The Roll of the Dice
By Robert Roe
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RTD 19. Reuniting with Cindy on the Couch
19 Reuniting with Cindy on the Couch
When Gene walked into his apartment after work, Cindy was sitting on the couch waiting for him. She turned off the tv and then turned on the Sonos to one of her preset channels. Everything was normal, except that she was nude with not a piece of clothing in sight.
Cindy had come away from an afternoon after too many rum and cokes with Teri realizing she had a serious problem. She had to get the keys to Gene’s cage back from Jim without Gene knowing her motivations. Gene was no match for Jim physically, but she was afraid if Gene knew Jim had the keys, there is no telling what his reaction would be. Worse case, there could be some fight, and Gene would not come out from that well. And even if Gene somehow managed to stay calm, it would be in the back of his head, and it would probably completely ruin his chastity slave experience, not to mention her own fun. In fact, she was surprised that her main concern was that if Gene found out that Jim had the keys, it would end her fun in this new adventure that she was just learning to love. In short, there was no way she could tell him or let him find out. The good news was that she had plenty of time to come up with a plan and execute it since Gene had accumulated over a two month sentence in the cage. Gene had served less than 20% of his sentence she calculated. And Teri had revealed how analytical her mind was by pointing out that Gene since the beginning, he was accumulating about 3 times more days than he was serving. Teri encouraged her to come up with a good plan with Jim and a way to misdirect Gene to focus on June and not Jim.
Gene came home wanting to tell Cindy that he wanted to go to dinner with June. The cage tightened and loosened as his mind thought about his date with June. If he let his mind wander to her ass, boobs, or even how soft her lips were the cage got tight. He was trying to think about which way he would go on this riverwalk; one way went toward a custard shop and the city and the other way went to wooden walk ways above a marsh where there was all sorts of water fowl. Either way, he ended up thinking about kissing June or rubbing his hand over her ass, or a dozen other intimate acts, all of which made the cage tighten. It was impossible to plan anything with the cage tightening and loosing as his mind anticipated his evening with June. And then he walked in to find Cindy nude and waiting for him. He took a deep breath and tried to relax as the cage, already tight, got tighter. His eyes went to her inner thighs as Cindy sat with open legs on the couch. It annoyed him that despite his best effort to not think about having sex first with June and now Cindy, his arousal now started spreading from his groin to his breathing, to a every growing level of tension in his body. He told himself he had to learn to control his thoughts if he wanted a defense against Cindy’s tactics. Gene sat down on the loveseat at right angles to her on the couch. Of course, he felt himself slipping out of control; how could he not be? He thought he caught a smirk on her face as he took in a deep breath trying to relax. He glanced at the clock, noting that it was a little more than three hours before he was to meet June at the mall. How is it that Cindy picked this evening to make up with him if that was what this was? What kind of condition would he be in if he spent the next three hours between Cindy’s legs? He had to be strong and not be pulled into being enveloped by this lust-cocoon that was stealing away his very breathe.
He asked her, “You’re not mad at me anymore? Where are your clothes? What if someone walks up to our sliding glass doors?”
“Well, I can’t say I am okay, but neither am I heartbroken or bent out of shape. I think I am supposed to be telling you where to get off, but if I am honest with myself, I am scared and jealous, but okay. How about you?”
18. Cindy and Teri Do Lunch
“What was so urgent, Teri, that we had to do lunch today? Is Gene not taking care of you, Teri? I saw you added six days to the calendar; what’s up?”
“There is no real problem with Gene. I wanted to cuff his hands behind him and then sit on his face, and he said no. But, he will come around. It is kind of fun adding days to his sentence. I don’t think he thinks he is really going to be in the cage that long. I think we need to have serious talk with him and convince him he is going to be in the cage for two months, and more if he doesn’t start being a better chastity slave.”
“Is that what you want to talk about?”
“No, I’m just stalling. Just one more side topic, you don’t care that I cuff him and sit on his face, do you?”
“He says he feels like he will suffocate when you sit on his face so long.”
“He’s not going to suffocate; he just thinks he is. I am careful, I watch the clock. I never make him go more than a minute and a half. Except maybe when I am getting close to an orgasm, and I kind of lose track of everything. It just scares him, he's okay."
“Wow, you have a sadistic side. Maybe I need to watch one of these sessions and see if it is safe for Gene. Although I have found he’s bringing that side of me out, too.”
“What side is that?”
“I don’t know. I feel kind of mean when I have him go down on me and I can see the desperation in his eyes. Part of me feels guilty and I want to free him. But a bigger part of me enjoys that I am putting him through this.”
“It turns you on, doesn’t it.”
“Yes, but don’t you feel guilty sometimes what we are doing to him?”
“It is what he wanted.”
“Yea, but he had no idea what he was getting into, did he?”
“A man and his dick get in a lot of trouble. I am not sure as women we can understand what a man will do to keep his dick happy. And so far he is still wading in deeper. I heard he’s got the hots for someone at his work. His brain must tell him that every time he gets worked up his condition gets worse. But his dick tells him something that makes him just go for it. Sometimes as women, I think we just have to respect what the dick wants.”
“You are calling it his condition, too?”
“Yea, Gene told me you called it His Condition. It fits. He is becoming an addict. He wants to go down on me, and you, and every woman he sees, but it doesn’t satisfy him. Like an addict, he always needs another hit that is bigger and more frequent. That is his condition as I see it.”
“So, should I worry about Gene suffocating?”
“I don’t know, I kind of get lost in the experience. But he has never passed out. I mean he is still kicking and twisting around. And he is fucking the air at the same time. You should try it. It is a huge turn-on. I have unbelievable orgasms.”
“I don’t think so. But I can see that it must be a hell of a turn-on for you.”
“Why not? Watch me do it one time and then try it. Or maybe, we could rotate on him.”
“I am not sure I would trust myself.”
“You are feeling the same thing I am feeling. Our power over him. Does that turn you on as much as it does me?”
Cindy found herself thinking about sitting on Gene’s face and him struggling below her. She was smaller and lighter than Teri, he would probably just fling her off even if his hands were cuffed. Maybe she could tie him down on the bed? Her hand went to her crotch, she was suddenly very turned on thinking about all the things she could do with Gene while he was in ‘his condition.’” She changed the subject.
“But that is not what you wanted to talk to me about?”
“I am sorry, but Jim got me messed up, and I spilled the beans.”
RTD Chapter 17. Gene and June Do Breakfast
Gene and Cindy avoided each other for the next few days and nights. Gene knew Cindy was still upset with him, but she had not mentioned him going away for a few days again, so he just kept his head down and hoped she would forgive him. He slept on the couch, and she slept up in their bedroom. Gene woke up every few hours with a hard-on and half-waking dreams of June and Cindy. He was afraid to bring up the keys to her again so he just tried to keep his mind off of anything female while he was awake. He had no clue what to do about his dreams and the pain of night time boners in the cage. He had fallen into drinking more coffee to compensate for the interrupted sleep, but the coffee made the edginess he felt from being horny all the time even worse.
He tried to remind himself of the fantasy he had before he was locked up. He had imagined serving his Mistress while he was in a cage. That somehow seemed more romantic and awesome in his fantasy than in his head. He had imagined a kinky Mistress who teased him constantly and paid him a lot of attention. Well, Cindy had certainly evolved in a kinky direction, but these days the only attention he got was her opening her legs and expecting him to dive in, which he did. His erection seemed to get harder and more painful with time and it was hard to make it through the longer sessions with Cindy. Teri was definitely an unexpected bonus, but he felt very used by her. She had strong legs that clamped around his head and kept his face buried in her pussy until she got tired of coming. He was afraid of when she cuffed him and sat on his face. At times he thought he would suffocate and it was strange how her abuse made his dick so hard and for so long that he wondered if the effect of the near suffocation was permanent the first time it happened. In short, Teri made him feel like a real slave.
The bright spot of being a chastity slave Gene decided was how liberal Cindy had become about other women since he was in the cage. He was optimistic that his relationship with June was evolving and would include sex after a while. He tried not to think about sex with her too often because the end of his dick was getting sore from pounding into the end of the tube so often. The game overall was doing a number on his head. He was kind of getting more than he had hoped for: a kinky, sexy and liberal Mistress, plenty of sex, at least oral sex, and new women coming into his life all the time. Something had changed in him and women were responding to him in a way that had never happened before. Some seemed freaked out by how he looked at them, but many of them seemed drawn to him and hung around him. He had noticed them standing closer and looking up at him as if they were waiting for him to say something or make a move. But what should he say, he was never good at these things. His logic told him he already had more sex, well oral sex he reminded himself, than he could handle. What did he really want to do with these woman and did they really want him to go down on them or was he just going further down the rat-hole of lust-insanity. He kept telling himself that the constant urge to fuck was worth all the sexual attention he was getting. He kept reminding himself that he couldn’t get any more frustrated and that he would still have this harem he was building up after he got out of his cage. Cindy would get used to him having a harem and it would all work out if he could just endure the journey. He as not really going insane he told himself a dozen times a day. He also told himself he would feel better if he stopped thinking about sex so much and focused on his job and other stuff he had to do everyday.
16. Applebee’s Bar
Cindy was waiting for him at the bar. She was in a short red sundress that rippled gently in the breeze when she stood below the single fan that was above the stool she had selected at the empty bar. The dress was buttoned up in the front, and Cindy had unbuttoned all the buttons down to her navel. The thin red material gently covered her breasts as long as Cindy sat up straight. She knew when she leaned forward that anyone on the side of her had a good view of her breasts. She casually opened the dress and looked down at her nipples erect from the cool breeze of the fan above her head and her excitement about what her red dress would do to Gene. She resisted touching herself, amazed at how much her new perversion kept her turned on.
She realized she could no longer call it just Gene’s perversion. She loved what she could do to Gene since she had put the cage on him. Her power over him was real. It was so easy to get him so turned on that he could not function. She looked forward to the escalating loss of control he would experience sitting next to her as she selectively flashed parts of her body at him and sat in less than lady-like poses in front of him. What she found inconvenient was how very turned-on this game got her. She was sucking through a small straw from a drink that was colored orange and red and was mostly gone when Gene arrived. He gave her a quick peck on her lips.
“What's up?” she asked.
“Nothing, really.”
“Ok, let's spill it. I have been imagining all day what you want to tell me.”
Gene blurted out, "I kissed June."
The comment did not seem to register with Cindy. “who is June?” she asked.
“I go to lunch with her; we watch birds together.”
“Where?”
“In the park, two blocks from my work.”
“Today?”
“No, for a while.”
“A week, what? You are not making sense.”
“We have been watching birds together for about three months?”
“And kissing?”
Gene tried to focus harder on what he was saying, annoyed he could not ignore how tight the cage had gotten sitting by Cindy. “No, I mean, yes, we've been watching birds together for three months. But we only kissed today, and oh yeah, and on Monday.”
“Why haven't you ever told me about her?”
RTD15 Gene's Lunch with Anne
Cindy’s body shook with the last of three orgasms. They were running late and said nothing as they headed for the bathroom seconds after Cindy’s body stopped shaking. In the shower, Gene stood behind Cindy the water coming over her head hitting him in the chest. He leaned against the shower wall his legs unsteady and his hips still jerking every once in a while with an involuntary fucking motion. He asked Cindy, “how is this game working for you?”
“I haven’t had this great of sex in forever. Who am I kidding? This is the best sex I have ever had. You are fabulous. It is like you can’t get enough of me. Sometimes you get a little rough with your tongue, but it is good. No, it is great. How are you doing.”
“I’m struggling. I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”
“Are you really having that much trouble standing up, and what is with that jerking you are doing? This is just Wedneday, your fifth day. You have to be kidding me.”
“It takes everything out of me getting so turned on, and so close and then not being able to get off. I am shaky all over. It feels horrible.”
“Well maybe you should not go so ape-shit over my pussy. You are like a crazy man, but it is good for me. Maybe not so much for you.”
“I have no brain during sex. I just want you so damn much. I want to fuck you but I love making you come with my tongue too.”
“I can see you want to fuck me, your body is still trying. That is so damn sexy. I wish we had more time and you had the strap-on ordered. You are going to love fucking me with it I bet. I can imagine you going until you are exhausted. It should be illegal how wet you keep me since you have been in that cage.”
“God you know I can’t keep doing this. It is making me crazy wanting to fuck you all the time.”
“I notice you touch yourself, or the cage, all the time, even in public. It is embarrassing. You need to get a grip on yourself.”
“I’m horny as hell, you know that.”
“But touching yourself doesn’t help anything. You don’t need to let the whole world know you are horny.”
“I don’t even know I am doing it most of the time. There is a constant urge to press against something, anything. Sorry, I will try to be more aware of my surroundings.”
“I understand, how could you not be horny as hell. I can’t believe you are into this kind of kink. I bet you get better the hornier you get. I may never let you out. By the way, ten days got added to the calendar because you promised me twice you were ordering the strap-on, and it didn’t happen. I rolled it twice and got two fives. Good news is that you are meeting your quotas with me and Teri and you are well on your way today. So you seem to be getting the hang of life in the cage. I didn’t penalize you for not getting your quota on Monday, that was my fault with Jim. Thanks for being cool about that whole thing.”
RTD 14 Cindy Meets Jim
14. Cindy Meets Jim
Cindy on the way to the bar, regretted the outfit she had put together that morning to meet Jim. She enjoyed watching Gene get beside himself when she held up the dress to fuel his imagination. She had gotten the dress out of the back of her closet from her college days almost 15 years ago, and admittedly it looked very short. “But how short can it be since I used to wear it” had run through her head as she held it up and watched Gene’s imagination go ape-shit. She knew his imagination could have a more powerful effect on him than her actual body in the dress, so she had not tried it on. As she had folded the dress and put it in her bag, his hips had involuntarily jerked, and she had experienced a small orgasm. It was a first for her; she had never had an orgasm from someone lusting after her from a distance. It was made sweeter knowing Gene was desperate to get off and couldn’t. Seeing him stutter and the robot-like motion of his body as he tried to be cool had kept her on the edge of a second orgasm. Her sex life was just not that hot, well until this sick game had opened all these crazy doors inside of her brain. Behind each door was an idea so bold that she felt like orgasms were lurking for her around every corner. It wasn’t like she had never had the ideas before, but something almost magical had occurred between her and Gene. It felt to her like their two groins were connected. She could feel the pressure build in Gene’s groin along with the sensitivity of his penis. She even felt his urge to push against something, anything, to get relief. And emotionally, she felt his desperation to escape urges and compulsions that were too difficult to endure.
The flow of feelings seemed to go both ways. When she had come, Gene’s face had experienced a level of pleasure that mostly registered as pain on his face. The wave of sensations had rippled back and forth between them. Her groin had never been connected to a man’s groin that responded to not only what she did but what she felt between her legs. It was as if she could feel his desperation between her legs. She had never felt a sex drive as powerful as she was experiencing every time she saw and felt Gene red-line; what she felt was a mix of pure animal lust and a desperate agony to release an orgasm that demanded release no matter the circumstances in her life at the moment. It was as if she could feel Gene’s penis slamming against the end of the cage and his muscles tighten in his groin and buttocks as he tried to resist fucking the air. It was overwhelming the desire that built in her groin and demanded to be released in some decadent show of sexuality. Knowing that she only could get relief from the lust building between the two of them intensified the urge in her to where despite her best efforts she gave in and did what was necessary to come. She got two waves of endorphins from what happened as she came. The first wave was her own powerful orgasm, the second came from Gene as a wave of agony went through him when his body tried to come with hers but only a sharp pain shot back to his balls as his ocean of semen hit the kink in his penis because the cage folded his penis downward. She got smaller waves of endorphins as aftershocks went through his body, and the sexual tensions inside him raised to a new higher level. Seeing the contortions on his face contrasted to the waves of joy that flowed through her. It was almost too intense pleasure to endure. She didn’t understand what was happening but she wanted it more with each day that passed. And even when Gene wasn’t there, she could see his body contorting as his psychic pushed pleasure from him to her.
RTD 13. Monday Blues and Birds
Gene woke up in a deep fog Monday morning. The night before, he was exhausted and fell asleep quickly after Cindy went upstairs only to wake up with a series of erotic dreams through out the night. The scenario in the dreams changed but he was always looking at white thighs and pussies all night. Sometimes he was out on a date with Teri and she had a remote vibrator in her or he was watching Cindy walk down the mall nude. Most times he did not fully wake up but simply fell back to sleep in another fantasy of a pussy just out of reach. But three or four times he woke up completely. He found his shoulders and wrists aching from the cuffs and his dick hard and pulsing with his thoughts mostly on Cindy. He knew she was waiting for him upstairs but he was so tired. In his entire life he never remembered being hard for as many hours as he had been this Sunday. The constant sexual tension had left him where his entire body felt heavy and only his dick seemed to still be alive.
He lay there awake picturing Cindy lying legs wide open her body nude underneath her night light. She didn’t normally sleep nude, but she had told him she would sleep nude as long as he was in the cage. He could remember her saying, “when you wake up I want you to think about me and stay hard.”
Why did her saying it make it true. As he lay there his dick hard and throbbing he knew that somehow she had believed she had this power over him and it had become reality. He did not want to believe she had this power, and she wouldn’t if he could just not think about her lying up there with her perfect body nude and a big evil grin on her face. He knew, that she knew she was making him hard. It was the mutual knowing that made them both turned on but the sexual intensity was on another level for him because they both knew he had no way to relieve what had become his personal and growing agony. His agony bound them together even when they were apart; she knew he ached for her and he knew she felt great pleasure in knowing he suffered from wanting her. Her nudity and evil half grin was her way of telling him that she owned him and that she controlled his dick.
He knew every time she woke up she would smile thinking what she was doing to him, or perhaps even laugh outloud. And somewhere tomorrow she would remind him of her powers. He lay there struggling against her powers. The only way that seemed to work was concentrating hard on something else, but not too hard or sleep would not come, and replacing the thoughts and images he had of her body with thoughts about this new object. The sad state of affairs of his income taxes worked the best but it was not compatible with sleeping. Finally a breathing meditation allowed him to return to sleep only to wake what he guessed was a couple of hours later with more thoughts of Cindy and another persistent erection. Without the cage being there he could just masturbate and relieve all this tension. He guessed that it took him thirty to forty five minutes to get Cindy out of his head enough to get rid of his erection and go back to sleep. As he finally passed back out, he told himself over and over that her power over him was not real. All he had to do was not think about her perfect ass and her sexy confident attitude when a nightly erection woke him up.
12 Cindy Enjoys Gene’s Helplessness
“So, I guess I stay cuffed all night. It is hard enough sleeping in this cage. It is about seven thirty; perhaps we could watch a movie and try to unwind from the Jim incident.”
“I thought you were going to say unwind from Teri. How was that for you? Did you ever think I would let you be with another woman, even encourage it?”
“I felt like I was just being used as a sex toy. I am still rattled by her getting me all turned on, and she was so close to coming, and then Jim showed up. I am still hard in the cage. And you, I don’t even know you anymore. I have never seen this side of you. Couldn't we just fudge the rules a little? I mean, I really appreciate you going all in on one of my long-time fantasies. In fact, you have gone way beyond my fantasy. Maybe, you could take the cage off, fuck me, and then put the cage back on. I’m in the cuffs, and I’m not going anywhere. You will surely be able to put the cage back on me. The fantasy is for me; shouldn’t I be able to make some changes in the way it plays out?”
“If I thought you could fuck me without coming, then I would consider it. I can’t believe I am saying this dear, but I don’t want you to come. I never dreamed your fantasy would be this much fun. I think it may have turned into my fantasy. To be honest, I am really into this being a Mistress, much more so than being an innocent Princess. Who would have thought? So, yes, it does matter to me that we stay true to the spirit of the fantasy. I am really committed to giving you the experience of being a chastity slave, and well, letting you change things because it is a little harder than in your fantasy, that is just not okay. I am developing my fantasy of what it is like to be a Mistress. I can’t believe I got Teri to agree to be my slave. I don’t even know what to do with that. And will she really do what I say?”
“I could do it, not come I mean. I could tell you when I am getting close, and you could get off. It would feel so good to be out of the cage with a full erection, even if I didn’t get to come. Wouldn’t you like to feel my dick inside of you all hard and pulsing?”
“Yes, it would feel good. But you are not even listening to me. Pay attention, I like the way your fantasy is unfolding. Let’s say I don’t have any confidence in your abilities to stay in control. After all the teasing you have been through the last two days, no way are you going to keep from coming. Your tongue will have to serve me. And what happened to ordering that strap-on?”
“I’ll order the strap-on tonight, promise.”
RTD Chapter 11: Gene Couch Bound
Teri jumped from the car and streaked to Cindy and Gene’s back door only to have to wait until Cindy got there a couple of minutes later.
“Did you leave me standing out here nude on purpose?”
“No, I was trying to encourage Gene to get out of the backseat of the car. I don’t know what’s in your pussy, but he’s all curled up and mumbling and not all that coherent.”
“He’s getting worse. I bet he went forty-five minutes this morning before he started shaking and still he managed to go another twenty minutes before our first break. I don’t think he made ten minutes on the car ride before he couldn’t go anymore.”
“He’s your slave, and if he doesn’t finish the job, it's up to you to punish him if you think it appropriate. With both of us using him, and with him getting wound up tighter every day, I think he’s gonna struggle. Did you try just pulling his head into your pussy?”
“No, he was holding his crotch and mumbling he couldn’t do it anymore. And doing all that shaking stuff he does when he’s fucking the air. I have never seen a guy lose it like that. And he is like this after just two days of being denied?”
“I think it has more to do with how turned on you had him at the IHOP. You had him looking at your beaver the whole time, except when he was looking at your boobs. It is impressive how well you can tease a man. And, it's got to be a little disconcerting for him to have his body fucking the air and unable to get off when you are moving toward your umpteenth orgasm today. You just need to guide him to your pussy and his instincts will take over. You can’t start feeling sorry for him because he can’t get off.”
“I don’t think I was getting soft on him. I think he had me so turned on the way he was fucking the air and moaning that I was in some alternate reality. I think I was fucking the air in my own way. But are you saying I should use the dice because he couldn’t continue?”
“I am saying he has to learn to push through his own arousal getting the best of him. And you need to demand that he takes good care of your needs.”
“So, could I use him a little longer? Can I have a redo? And can we talk after we get inside? And I am not really comfortable standing out here on your deck nude.”
“Sure, but first, I order you to go back to the car and drag him in here and then do with him as you like.”
“Can I put on a T-shirt first?”
RTD 10 Sunday Brunch with Teri and Cindy
It was 2 pm before Cindy emerged from the bedroom. By the time she showered and joined Teri and Gene, it was 3 pm. Cindy, only expecting to find Gene downstairs, put on a pair of bikini underwear and headed down for some coffee whose aroma had drifted upstairs.
Cindy was surprised to see Gene moaning in the middle of the living room floor and Teri sitting at the kitchen table watching TicTok videos on her phone. “What’s wrong with Gene,” Cindy asked as she sipped her first cup of liquid gold.
“He’s been going down on me like a madman all day. I have never seen a man go as insane as he goes for hours. It is unbelievable. I hope you are cool with me using him. You seemed pretty okay with it last night.”
“I am cool with it. I am a little jealous that I have not got any yet. He doesn’t look in any shape to take care of me. Where is my loving, Gene.”
“You told me to go away and leave you alone,” Gene mumbled from the carpet.
“Not for seven hours. And look at you, all shaking and moaning. You sound like you are dying, not making love. Are you enjoying it, or are you just addicted to Terri’s pussy?”
“He can be revived, I think, by getting your pussy in his face,” Teri volunteered. “My pussy is raw from all the licking, so I am taking a break. And by the way, your ass is incredible. Well, all of you is.”
“Sorry I didn’t dress. I didn’t know you were down here. I think we should all go out for brunch or something. I am starving,” Cindy offered. “Besides, we need to talk, the three of us. There is a lot we have left up in the air, and I want us to all stay friends and not let sex make us all go jealous or something. Okay?”
“Let me text Jim and tell him I am with you, Cindy. He’s playing golf and then probably fucking his girlfriend, so I don’t think he will mind. He doesn’t know I know, so that always gives me a little edge. He will want me to have supper sometime tonight, ugh.”
“Can we go have breakfast without drama or acting out, Gene? Can you get your shit together and stop all that moaning. Enough is enough. No one made you eat pussy all day.”
“Just wear something modest and I will be okay?”
“You don’t like what we have on?”
“You two know what you are doing to me. Could you please wear something conservative to brunch?”
“So what do you like better, my ass cheeks hanging out below my shorts that I wore last night or Teri’s miniskirt?”
“I love both of them, I just don’t want my dick slamming into the bottom of the cage for the next couple of hours at breakfast. I don’t want to be hard anymore. I need some downtime, please. Helping Teri come all morning has left me a little disoriented.”
9 The First Long Night
Gene watched her ass go back inside. He didn’t remember seeing her in short shorts before. He liked seeing her butt cheeks hanging out. He was already hard from Teri, so nothing changed about how he felt or how the cage felt. He waited about twenty minutes and returned to the house feeling almost human.
He sat down on a chair across from the couch. Cindy was face down on the couch, her ass up in the air, her butt cheeks still bulging out below her shorts. Her shorts were entirely too tight, making her butt cheeks bulge out the bottom almost like a balloon ready to pop. She really did have a great ass, but he had not fully appreciated it up to this moment. And her shorts said, “Here, look at my ass, and don’t you want to grab it.”
It had been about twenty minutes since she went inside, and yet she was fast asleep. It looked like she had put a small round hard pillow against her crotch, perhaps to fuck it, and then had passed out. It left her ass sticking up in the air, her butt cheeks hanging out, and her face turned sideways on the couch without a pillow. He walked behind her and looked at where her pussy was hiding under the tight fabric of her shorts. Her knees were spread out, one against the back of the couch, the other in danger of falling off the couch. It was a very indecent pose, or perhaps even in falling asleep, she wanted to torment Gene. As he stood behind her and imagined ramming his cock into her, he accepted the cage would hurt, and his cock would start throbbing again. He put his fingertips very lightly on where he knew her pussy was. She moaned softly, and he stopped. If he continued, she would wake up. She would want him to go down on her. She was drunk, and he realized the effort it would take to get her to orgasm through all the booze. He was surprised she had lasted this long with as much as she had to drink. He looked at the clock on the wall and noticed it was nine pm.
He headed upstairs, knowing that Cindy was probably out for the night. He was glad Cindy was not going to be where he could see her; he wanted a good night of sleep. The day had been exhausting and left him with a shaky feeling.
RtD 8 Sunset on the Deck
Cindy held the keys for Teri to see and then slipped the keys into the small pocket of the skirt Teri was tugging on to ensure she was covered up before she went downstairs. Teri patted the pocket and turned to Cindy. “I will keep them one night for you; I don’t know after that. This is so perverted.”
“Go on down first. Sit and talk with Gene. Get him to sit on the back deck with you and make sure you pick a chair facing into the sun. I will be down in just a few minutes. I want to give you and Gene some time to get comfortable with each other before I come down. Okay?”
“Don’t be too long. This is very strange, you know, sending me down in these clothes to your husband. I know what you are doing with the sun. I’m not stupid. You are asking me to almost seduce your husband, except that he can’t with the cage. Are we on the same page here?”
“Yes, we are. I want you to make his cage so tight, he goes insane. Trust me, it will be okay and even fun. I will polish off this drink of yours and then come down. Just relax and go with it, and yes it is strange, but I think it will be fun. I am doing it for Gene after all.”
“I am not sure this is for Gene, but WE are doing this to Gene as a team ,” Teri repeated with a little attitude. “I shouldn’t be doing this.”
As Teri walked down the stairs, she took the keys out of her pocket and wrapped her fingers securely around them. It was as if in some strange way the keys gave her strength and made this whole insane thing, sane somehow. Her right hand held on to the rail. Gene approached her at the bottom of the stairs with a large mug of margaritas which she took but told herself she was not going to drink. “Cindy asked if we could wait for her on the deck.” Without waiting for Gene’s response, she headed for the deck and picked out a chair facing the setting sun. Teri waited with her legs uncrossed and slightly open until Gene sat in front of her. She waited until Gene’s eyes locked on her pussy before she crossed her legs slowly. Gene’s eyes lingered on her crotch for a long moment before returning to meet her gaze. His face said he had seen more than he was expecting.
Despite her resolve that she had enough to drink, she took a small gulp of the drink. The sexual tension filled the silence between them. She broke the silence first. “Cindy said she had to do something first and would be done in a few minutes.”
“Do you like the drink,” Gene asked unsure of what was going on.
“Yea, its good, but I already drank too much. I may do something foolish, or I may not finish this, who knows?”
“No worries, drink what you want.”
“Do you have some stool or table that I could set this drink on?”
“Sure, I will get one. They are over against the house, excuse me for not thinking of that.” He set the table to her left side. She set the drink down and then switched hands with the keys. She turned her legs at an angle to Gene and then uncrossed her legs while she followed his eyes. They were creepy how they bore into her. She pushed down with her hands on the skirt to block the direct view to her crotch even as she told herself to let him see all. She watched Gene follow her every movement. He was following her script exactly as expected.
RTD Ch. 7 Gene Walking the Neighborhood
Gene had taken off on a walk around the neighborhood to get away from Cindy. He was afraid she would come downstairs, and their fight would escalate. He was determined to stay away from home for a couple of hours to let her get over her anger and to let him deal with his disorientation from the sudden changes in Cindy. Cindy was being the woman he had always asked her to be: sexy, bold, in charge, kinky, daring, and unpredictable. She was more than he ever really hoped for. Starting with playing out his chastity fantasy to her new exhibitionism, this is what he had been asking for in a hundred small ways for years. But to go from a marriage that was getting a little stale, especially in the bedroom, to this crazy new kinky woman that appeared today out of the blue had him unnerved. His dick apparently loved this new version of Cindy, but the rest of him was feeling out of control and wanting to slow down.
He was also annoyed at himself that he had let her put the cage on him without talking about it more first, and he was even more annoyed that he could not seem to keep his dick from getting hard when he was around her. Even worse, when she was not around, he could not avoid images of the new Cindy popping into his head including intimate body parts on full display at the supermarket, her provocative dance in the kitchen, her new bikini, and even the chastity cage keys between her breasts. Even the image of her rolling the dice to decide his fate was a problem. All these images and more popped up in his head uninvited, and they made his dick hard and gave him that feeling of fullness that made him feel he needed to get off. The one time before when they played the game, he had wished she would tease him, but now he was overwhelmed. He didn’t think the game should be so hard. Should he be thankful that she had fully engaged in his fantasy or angry that she had just sprung it on him without time to prepare for it, although he had no idea what such preparation would look like?
And what was he supposed to do with all the changes in Cindy? Who was this new woman? And why did his having the cage make this woman with all her new kinks suddenly appear? Had she really changed? Would she change back to the old Cindy after he was freed from the cage? He was also convinced that Cindy would never have worn the skirt and t-shirt to the grocery store if he did not have the cage on. His quandary was that he liked this side of Cindy, at least up to a point. She was not overly modest, but she was, up to this point in their marriage, not daring by any stretch of the imagination. Mid-thigh skirts and a small amount of cleavage were about as far as she ever went with clothing before today. Was he too optimistic to hope that some of the new Cindy would still be there after the cage came off?
RTD Chap 6 Party or Not
Cindy went upstairs. Gene sat on the couch with his empty beer, waiting for his erection to subside. It was simple; all he had to do was not think about his trip to the grocery store, Cindy’s bare pussy driving down the road, her nude dance in the kitchen, or her new rules for imprisonment. To keep his mind away from Cindy, he focused on what he needed to do for ten minutes to get ready for taxes. It worked; the cage magically loosened, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He still felt horny, but he wasn’t hard. It was as if he was no longer in the cage. He could feel his penis just hanging free and loose in the tube. Where the tube touched his penis, it was smooth and warm, and almost comforting. With his penis not pushing on the cage, the ring around his balls seemed looser, and he felt the piercings slide up the tube walls as his penis shrunk. It felt so good compared to the last few hours. He was just hanging out on the couch. He sighed long and felt the tension start draining from his body. He was in control.
He looked around the room, believing momentarily that his fantasy could play out as it did in his head. It was clear to him that Cindy was doing her best, although he realized that there was an exhibitionist living inside of her that she had never shown before. He got up and headed for the kitchen, wondering if he wanted another beer. And there it was, the dice on the table's edge with the six dots still staring back at him. He wondered if it had gone off the table, maybe a one would have looked back at him from the floor. A one averaged with a four would have meant he only needed to give Cindy two orgasms a day instead of five. Once in the morning when he got up and again at bedtime. He could do that, a piece of cake. His mind briefly imagined his head between her smooth white thighs. The cage started to tighten slightly. I can’t think about it. This is impossible; not thinking about something is the same as thinking about it. I have to not think about thinking about it.
His relief from the cage was short-lived. He heard the patter of Cindy’s bare feet coming down the stairs. She looked incredibly sexy. Three small yellow patches covered her pussy, and the areola of her erect nipples. She whirled, showing him her ass and the strings of her thong that disappeared into the crack of her ass. “You need to help me tie these strings tighter, so the swimsuit stays in place, my dear slave.”
Gene dropped down on one knee and tried to retie the strings on each of her hips. His hands shook ever so slightly which went along with the uneasiness he felt in his stomach. The problem with her bikini was that if you got one side tighter than the other, the small yellow material that covered her pubic hair moved slightly one way or another. Cindy understood the problem, “I need to go shave; I will do that after I get you started on the party. These don’t stay in place either,” Cindy said, moving the small triangles on her breasts. “But they are not as important. It will keep the men’s attention. I can see them now staring at the patches hoping they move too much. Men are so funny. What do you think about this bikini? Can you see me on the beach this summer?”
RTD 5 Rolling the Dice
“So, how long were you thinking of doing this?” he asked her as they pulled into their garage, trying to sound casual but not feeling that way. The thought of not knowing how long he was going to be in the cage bothered and even scared him more than he understood. It blew his mind that his fear resulted in his dick staying so hard for so long. “How the hell am I supposed to calm down with you walking around half-nude?”
Cindy ignored his questions and got out of the car. Gene followed like a robot. Walking into the kitchen, she reached into the refrigerator and pulled out two Coors light. It was 11:00 a.m. on a Saturday, a little early for him, but he took it. “ You’re being an old fuddy duddy. Relax, sit down; let’s plan your fantasy out. Let’s have fun with your fantasy. You need to chill out or this game is going to be an eternity for you; deep breath, the grocery exhibitionism is over, we are now relaxing in our house.”
He stood there wondering what his next move was. Subconsciously he pushed in on the cage trying to accommodate his erection. “You are still in those clothes. Just because you feel better from coming doesn’t mean I do. Can we please go make love?”
She ignored his comment but couldn’t help from smiling knowing how turned on she had him. Just this morning, he had turned down a second round of lovemaking, and now after a few hours of this game, he looked like he was coming unglued he wanted her so badly. She knew with Gene in this state, any negotiations for the game would be easy because his lust left little oxygen for his brain to function. Her instinct was to give in to him and go have a romb with him in the bedroom. But she admitted to herself that she was having fun making him hard in his cage.
He sat at the kitchen table as requested, and he listened transfixed to her. She stood in front of him letting her skirt ride up on her ass, and then took off her top to get his full attention. She stood close in front of him in his personal space letting her boobs swing in front of his face and enjoying the distressed look on his face from not knowing what to do. He put both hands on her boobs and then one hand moved to her ass. She bent down and kissed him, and when he tried to rise from the chair she pushed him back down. She straddled him, bringing up her crotch until she could feel the cage between her legs. She pressed her crotch into the cage until a small almost imperceptible moan came from him. She pressed her breasts against him. “Now this is your crazy fantasy. I can feel the cage against my bare pussy and your dick is in a small tube trying its very best to grow and be hard. I can’t say I know how that feels but I can feel the tension in your body, how much you want me. Judging by how wet I am and how much I want you right now, this fantasy is working … for both of us and it is the first few hours of a long time for you in the cage.” When he started to speak, she put her finger on his lips. “Your job is to listen right now. Okay, this is as erotic as hell and we both want to fuck each other. But I understand you and your fantasy so that can’t happen.
RTD 4 Exhibitionism in the Grocery Store
Gene couldn’t believe Cindy had gone through with it and got out of the safety of the car. Seeing how uncomfortable she was being half-naked was a huge turn-on in its own right. Even trying not to expose herself, he found it easy to gawk at her breasts and the way her nipples had gone erect as she got turned on. Her skirt rode up on her ass cheeks and had to be pulled down constantly because it was just too small to cover her ass. Whether she bent over at the waist or squatted to get something off the lower shelves gave him an opportunity to see her pussy. When she leaned over the cart or the meat aisle, his eyes were torn between her swinging breasts or exposed ass. When she reached a higher shelf, nearly half of her ass cheeks were exposed.
And oh, did the cage hurt. He wondered how he had ever got this crazy fantasy in his head. His penis was compressed and felt like it would explode; the ring pulled on his balls, and he was going mad with how his penis kept pointing down. Inside the tube, his penis jerked and fought its cage, and the pressure of semen inside him wanting to get out made him think his balls would rupture. It was awful and wonderful at the same time to be so turned on, and as the minutes rolled into hours, his frustration grew to a level that it was almost impossible to act like everything was normal. He wanted a timeout even more than he wanted to fuck Cindy. His reality was bigger than the fantasy, and he felt so much more out of his control than he thought possible. He could sense that there was a growing panic in Cindy, too, as she realized she had gone too far.
RTD 3 Dressing Up for the Grocery Store
“What’s the matter? Can’t you believe your stuff is locked up in a cage? You are so weird. You have hinted at playing this game for months but never really asked me. And then you go off and pout as if I have just ruined your life. You know that is true. And then I voluntarily play your game, and you look like you have just been sentenced to prison, eating only bread and water for the rest of your life.”
“No, I am glad you, we are playing the game. I want to play it, I have for a long time. Its just we didn’t really discuss any boundaries, or even rules. I don’t know what I have to do to get out, or anything. And you are talking crazy about all your role playing. I just wish I could have had more input into all of it. But thank you for trying to get into this fantasy of mine. You are just scaring me the way you are going at it, that’s all.”
“Okay. You have some valid points there. Why don’t we go to that grocery store that has the Starbuck’s in it and get a chocolate mocha for me and you can get those gooey rolls that you like. We can pick up some stuff we need for this week and then we will come back and talk about the rules.”
“Like a time limit?”
“No, not exactly. Well maybe. I haven’t really thought much about it yet. But I will as we shop and when we get back we can sit and talk, and I will tell you what I am thinking.”
"You haven't really been listening to me, is that going to change?"
“I will listen to you and if you have some valid points I will modify the rules. I will try to make it clear what you need to do to get out. And what I expect from you while you are in the cage. I have no intention of doing without sex just because you can’t have any. Does that sound acceptable?”
“So who has the final say on the rules?”
RTD 2 Breakfast in Bed
Cindy looked at Gene still sitting on the edge of the bed with just his cage on. “The Princess would like you to go fix me two eggs over easy, toast with strawberry jam, and a cup of coffee, my dear slave.”
When Gene moved toward the chair that had his clothes on it from the night before, she added, “just go like you are, my dear sweet slave.”
“Okay,” Gene responded, not sounding too happy about being asked to make breakfast in the buff. Making breakfast on a Saturday was usually Cindy’s job. And even in an empty house, walking around nude with a cage on his stuff was just embarassing.
He returned fifteen minutes later with a tray of food with her order. He had only made coffee for himself. “You didn’t want anything?” Cindy asked.
“I ate some egg as I cooked. The coffee is good enough.”
“Well, thanks, my dear slave. I could definitely get used to being a Princess. I see you have settled down.”
“Uh?”
“You are not bulging out the end and you are walking normal.”
Gene moved around a little on the edge of the bed, sat down, and pulled up on the cage. “I am not sure I really want to play this game. Where are the keys?”
“They are in a very safe place, don’t worry.”
“Give them to me.”
“No. No, this is what denial sounds like. Sit on the bed and let me enjoy my breakfast.”
A little annoyed, he obeyed. Mostly, he was annoyed at himself that he was getting hard again by watching a single drop of jam fall onto Cindy’s breast and slide slowly down to her nipple. In his mind, he could feel his tongue move across the smooth and soft skin of her breast, until the sweetness of the jam blended with his lower lip, sliding over her erect nipple. In that short five seconds, the cage started tightening and the warmth of the blood filling his penis seemed to force his eyes down to the dirty blond hair of her bush and the pink color of her lips. His upper body moved imperceptibly forward against his own will. I would like to fuck her.
RTD 1 "Trying to Keep Up" from the Novel "The Roll of the Dice"
Cindy, lying on her back next to Gene, lets out a long sigh. "That was good. You want to go again?"
"Give me a while. Let me recharge my batteries," Gene said, laughing nervously. Cindy's appetite over the last few months was more than he could handle. He wondered if he was slowing down or if it was because she always seemed to want more.
"I know what could get you charged up," Cindy said, rolling over and pulling open the lower drawer to their nightstand. “ I ran across a toy we played with last year.” Gene cringed a little to see Cindy going to the drawer. He wondered if she would pull out her new vibrator to help warm her up for another round. He felt his penis pull in with the thought of keeping up with Cindy for another half hour. With Cindy, there was no such thing as a quickie.
However, what Cindy pulled out was quite different than he expected. "Remember that cage thing you came home with last year? You even had those little piercings put in your penis. You still have it; how does it work again?”
“You never really got into it, remember. You said I was a big pervert.”
“Well, you still are, but maybe I’m turning into one, too. We will keep it our secret.”
“I’m not sure I want to.”
“Sit up here and show me. How do I get this ring around your balls? They’re too big.”
“You pull one ball through at a time. You kind of pinch the skin and pull and push it through, and then the other one. Oooh, be gentle that hurts.”
“Sorry. And your penis?”
“Just kind of push and pull it through. Just gently pinch it and pull it through the ring.”
“And then this part. I see I put your penis in the tube, and how does that attach to the ring?”
“Slide the tube over my penis, and then line up those rods with the holes in the ring. Be careful don’t let any skin get between the two, or it will pinch me, and it really hurts.”
“What do I do with the piercings? I like that you always keep the piercings on your penis. I like the way they feel in me.”
“There is a second key on the ring. Line up the piercing with the groove on each side of the tube. Push the piercings through the slot and then put the key in it and rotate it, I think, clockwise. Whoever thought this up was pretty clever.“
“That was easy. What do they do?”
“It keeps me from pulling my penis out the top of the tube when I am flaccid. Both sides of my penis are attached to the tube. When I get hard, they slide down the groove. Well, for an inch or so until my penis hits the end of the tube. ”
“Wow, you are a lot longer than that when you get hard. You should have got a longer one. So it just smushes up your penis when you try to get hard? That can’t feel great.”
“It is not supposed to feel good. Yea, it smushes it up and keeps it pointing downward.”
“I guess the idea is to get you all frustrated. Seeing you frustrated sounds fun. There is no way you can get out?”
“You turned the tube lock and pulled the key out. So no, I can’t get out without the two keys, the one to the tube lock, and the one to the two piercings.”
Chapter 35. Riding Off Into the Sunset
I turned off the sound on my phone and crawled into bed with Beca. Usually, she is facing away from me, but on this occasion, she was on her belly and scooted over to me. I lay on my back and she cuddled up against my left side, a little purring sound coming from her. Her warm breast pushed up against my arm and her face nestled into my neck. She keeps a small night light on and the light was enough for me to see the shape of her glorious hips and that she was nude and uncovered. I love how since she joined this game, she hangs around the house nude all the time with her sole reason for existence having me go down on her. She is such a luscious animal. Her skin felt cool from a breeze blowing on her from an open window. I tore my eyes off her and tried to watch the curtain flapping from the breeze to take my mind off how she had become so used to not wearing clothes. Lately, she had even walked to the mailbox out front without clothes. She enjoyed that it got me hard when she did it and now thinking about it I felt the cage tighten slightly. It was undeniable how much she enjoyed this game. I lay there searching for somewhere in my mind that I did not have thoughts about women that caused my dick to harden. God, help me but with each passing day, I find it harder and harder not to think about sex all the time. Even in the darkness of night when sleep is so close I can almost feel it I find myself remembering every sexual venture I have ever had; each memory trying to harden me and make the cage uncomfortable. Like I needed another reason to be hard, lying next to Beca nude in the bed. For a full five minutes, I lay there with my dick only slightly hard raising hope that I might be able to fall asleep as Beca seemed to be doing.
However, after a few minutes, she pushed her groin up tight against my hip and threw her left leg over me. I felt the roughness of her pubic hair against my leg and hip as she wiggled to get comfortable. She threw her left leg over my stomach and then let the side of her knee slide down until it rested up against the cage. Her leg felt heavy against the cage but I tried to ignore it. She moaned slightly when her leg hit the cage and her left hand ran over my hairless chest. The cage tightened slightly. She whispered mocking me, “don’t get turned on, my love.” I felt some anger build inside of me because Beca knew what her words would do to me. It was already enough of a challenge to lay next to her nude body, why did she have to make it harder by mocking my efforts. I felt the cage get very tight and my arousal level climbing even though I felt exhausted. I was emotionally drained and depressed that I had no control of mind. I was obsessed with sexual thoughts; as soon as I could pull my mind from one sexual thought it would bounce to another. The most erotic thoughts popped up again and again. And all those times that I had a chance to do something and didn’t, now popped up haunting me and tightening the cage. I was going mad and I couldn’t stop it. A single throb went through my penis; it made me want to scream or cry. I had to get some sleep or I was going to go insane.
Chapter 34. Seeking a New Mistress
As I return Saturday evening after being gone about five hours I found Beca sitting on the couch nude watching tv. Empty wine coolers, shot glasses and a mixed drink glass provided evidence of how well she had dealt with being alone. She was mixing vodka, rum, tequila and coke into a 12 ounce glass with ice when I walked in. Her motions were already impaired and she wasangry.
“Where have you been, I needed you. Ally is gone for the night and I expected you here. Do you know how hard it has been not to do it with myself. Ally made me promise when she let me be your main Chastity Mistress that I would get all my sex from you, my chastity slave. If I failed, she would know and I would be cut off. She said we had to become co-dependent to play this game right and for you to stay enslaved.”
“You can’t do it with me three or four times a day and then leave me here cold turkey. I needed you and I know that you need me unless you have found someone else. Look at me, you have made me get drunk. I don’t deserve this. We have an agreement to take care of each other. Every day since that day at the coffee pot we have the hots for each other. We need each other. Please, as I sip this drink, I want you on your knees being my chastity slave. I don’t want you to leave me like this ever again.”
There was so much that I needed to address with what she had just said. She had in her head a different type of relationship than I had. I liked her, maybe even loved her a little, but I was not committed to her. I was driven by my lust and she was beautiful and sexy. I even recognized that I was desperate for sex and she was desperate to be wanted and ultimately to be loved. The forces pulling us together were powerful and maybe irresistible. Much needed to be said. But, I also have a rule that I do not discuss or negotiate with a drunk person. It is a waste of time and she was very drunk; it was the second time I had seen her in this condition and I knew she would have no inhibitions. As I stood there trying to figure out my next move, she turned toward me, her legs open, using her full sexual powers to pull me in and not doubting it would work. I was trying to find words to say “no” as the cage tightened. A feeling of helplessness came over me as hormones surged through my body. Beca’s need was obvious in the tone of her voice and how tight the cage had become.
Chapter 33. Robert Sent to the Bar
Walking away from the house half mad and incredibly turned on, I found it hard to walk. My legs were all tense and squirrely and the cage was pulling on my sore balls. Weeks the cage pulling on my balls had made them tender and swollen. I vowed to quit being turned on so easily but I knew the reality was that every random thought about women now turned me on. I was still dribbling into my shorts (no underwear per the rules). I had wanted to go change my shorts, but they had told me it was not allowed; I was mad at myself for becoming the person that obeyed them completely. I realized as I walked that I was so desperate to get out of the cage that I was terrified of displeasing them, especially Ally who was still clearly in charge. I was also concerned that Ally seemed to really be losing it; if I understood her right she had two other men wanting and demanding to give her oral sex that were in cages. She implied that she had more in the pipeline; she had chosen to tease many men with her skirt game which had the side effect of keeping her turned on all the time. She had definitely loss weight and there was black under her eyes. Beca on the other hand was solely focused on me keeping her in orgasm heaven. I walked down the road physically aroused and emotionally dejected. I had to get control of myself and then this game. The fresh air and the walk did help me calm down. I was barely throbbing by the time I reached the Blue Crab; a cold beer sounded great.
I reached the bar a little before 4 o'clock in the afternoon on Saturday; the bar was completely dead. I recognized her right away but I didn't know if she remembered me , but a slow small half smile on her face told me she did as she asked for my order. After she brought me a cold Bud, I started to say I'm sorry about what happened, but she was saying exactly the same thing at the same time. We both had a good laugh and then started over.
“I'm sorry I was so intense with you and scared you away.”
Chapter 32. Who Gets to Be First in the F-Line
“Please, you have to make it where I have a chance. I don’t mind struggling, but this constant throbbing when I am around you two is unbearable. It is not fair how sexy and beautiful you two are and how you use your sexuality to control me. Please, 24/7 all I can think about is getting off. My brain just goes around in a circle going from how great your asses look, to me wanting to go down on you, to fucking you, to driving off into the sunset to stop this game. I go from being turned on a little, to a lot, to being miserable with an aching in my balls to wanting to push my groin against everything to stop the nervous tension inside of me, and then I am back to thinking about your asses, or your indecently short skirts, Ally. Or Beca, the way I make you pass out with what looks like electric shocks going through you when I go down on you. You both use your fabulous bodies and my desperate condition to control me and use me to satisfy your need for sex and to be worshiped. And you both have a sadistic need for me to grovel for sex at your feet to the point I am begging for my freedom and begging to go down on you at the same time. You both love that I am in this helpless position, and you are even grinning to each other, because you know even as I beg you two to have mercy, you have me so turned on I want nothing more than to go down on you two devils.”
“Please, you two know this has gone too far. Beca, you want sex all the time and several hours every day. This is just not real, we are addicted. We are more into it every day, like we have no choice. Beca, you can’t get enough, and I can’t get enough of you. You want me going down on you on every surface in this house. And Ally, you are so exhausted from sex with me and now Teddy and Rob that you fall asleep fifteen minutes after I go down on you, but then want me to stay there and cuddle with you. You are obsessed with keeping me on the edge. And you keep yourself on the edge with the skirt game. I have no idea how many times a day you have some guy turned on and are fighting him off. How many men want you? You are aroused as much as I am. This is like what crazy people do. We are crazy people. We are literally killing ourselves. We have to back off, turn this game down to something we can enjoy.”
Chapter 31. Path to Freedom, Almost
“Okay, Beca says you passed out after about an hour and she couldn’t wake you. Neither could I later. We decided you were exhausted and decided to give you the night off and delay our talk until now. Do you want to get some clothes on and come down to breakfast? It’s nearly 10 am, would you care for an omelet?”
I nodded and gathered myself. I compared their butts as they left the room. I tried not to pass judgment since my lust and my emotions both seemed non-functional these days. If I had been judging, the grades would have been A and A+. I decided I would shower after breakfast. I had shorts and a t-shirt on and was sipping coffee ten minutes later. I sipped my coffee as the two women bantered back and forth over nothing. Ally told me later that this is the closest she had felt to her sister since childhood. Sharing a man, even more, a chastity slave, seemed to be the ticket for success, I guess.
Ally let me finish breakfast before she brought up the subject of me getting free of the cage. I noticed in passing that I was still not hard and I was barely aware the cage existed as she started talking:
“Beca and I have been talking and we think it is time to come up with a firm plan to give you an opportunity to earn your freedom from the cage. I have to get some equipment, like cuffs and chains, to be able to execute the plan but at the latest, next Saturday, we will give you a chance to earn your freedom after five weeks of being in the chastity cage.
“Actually, I went in on a Tuesday, so next Saturday will be close to six weeks, plus I didn’t do anything since the prior Sunday, so it is one day short of being seven weeks since I got off.”
“So do you want to say seven weeks is doable moving forward, in case you fail your test on Saturday?”
I realized the trap I was setting for myself so I shut up and listened. Realizing I had no power in the situation and that both women were enjoying creating an impossible hurdle for my freedom, I felt the cage tightening. I had given up my power to control my manhood and as they took joy in controlling it, Happy responded to them not me. Weird, I mused.
“Remember that game we played once, Robert, where you tried to fuck me and bring me to orgasm without coming yourself?”
“Yeah, I remember, I once brought you to three orgasms without coming, but I was never able to bring you to four orgasms without coming myself.”
“Well, my memory is you usually came with me the first time I came. Twice you were able to make it through the first orgasm and come with me when I came the second time. Once you were able to make me come two times and came with me on the third. You were never able to go any further.”
“I think I made you come three times once and then I pulled out and didn’t come. I am sure I could have done better.”
Chapter 30. Getting Beca on My Side
“Robert, hi.”
“Hi. What’s up?”
“I thought I would give you a heads up. I talked with Beca about last night.”
“And?”
“She is like a high school kid with her first love. She thinks that was her best sexual experience in her life. She never came as much or as hard or as often, etc. She thinks she is in love, she wants to know how often she can see you. She wanted to make sure I was still cool with you two enjoying each other. She wants to go to bed with you and never get out. And on and on. I may have to reevaluate how wonderful you are.”
“Wow. We had a good time, but it sounds like it was something very special for her. Good.”
“How was it for you?”
“She just didn’t want to stop. And she seems like she can come forever. And she just kept wanting me to keep going. And she got me so worked up, it was like I was insane. She kept me going long after I wanted to stop and even past what I thought would be possible. I’ve never seen someone with such an appetite; no offense to you.”
“No offense taken. Remember, it has been a few years since she had sex with a man. She said she had to revive you a few times. Here is something you should know. She said you made her feel like the sexiest woman in the world. She loved what she could do to you. She had a strange way of talking about it. She said her sex was so powerful that she could knock you out where you were barely conscious and mumbling and unable to even raise your head. And then she said she would revive you by making out with you and then knock you out again. Maybe she drank too much, or you are Jesus Christ reborn. She was a little bit dramatic about her abilities, I think.”
“Wow. What she said is not a complete exaggeration. She pushed me until I couldn’t go anymore and I hardly knew what was happening. It was very good and bad at the same time.”
“How so?”
“I have never been so turned on to be honest. And worked up, but completely out of it. Past the usual shaky and trembling. I wasn’t there. I am still struggling and foggy and have jitters from being turned on with no way to come down. I’m still not okay.”
“Sounds like we are making progress on seeing what the ultimate effect of chastity is on you. Sounds like she is your kryptonite. I look forward to helping her to keep you jacked up. Aren’t you lucky to have two beautiful women in the same house sharing you? Have fun, I won’t be home until 7 or 8 pm. I have a new red, very revealing dress I want to show to Rob. Tease him a little while we have some drinks, maybe some food. I want to get to know him and see what kind of potential he has. Take good care of sis for me. Leave a couple of hours open for me, I am sure teasing Rob is going to get me going. I am counting on you to get rid of all my sexual tensions. This is some game you have created. By the way, Teddy has put the money down to buy an expensive cage like yours with the condition I spend one night in bed with him. I agreed with the condition that he stays in his present cage for another month. That will bring him to six weeks. I am amazed what you guys will agree to for sex. It’s insane. I am having more fun everyday.”
Chapter 29. Ally Raises the Stakes.
“Come over here, Robert, and let’s see if we can get Beca upstairs. She looks like she has passed out.” I helped roll Beca onto her back and she failed to wake up.
“Never mind, we are just going to leave her here. Come over to the couch, Robert. Instead of going to the bedroom, I am just going to have you take care of me here, Robert. Get on your knees, I will sit on the love seat. Slide the coffee table back so it won’t get in your way. Teddy and I got kicked out of the Applebee’s but at least we didn’t get arrested. Go on, get started. I need something that is a little saner than what I have been through for the last couple of hours. Teddy kept putting his hand under my skirt right there in the restaurant with me in the aisle seat. Oh yeah, he had them move us to a booth in the corner but instead of giving me the seat against the wall, he gave me the aisle seat again. I’ve never seen that macho control freak I saw tonight. I’m starting to worry that him being in the cage for a week is what is bring out this side of him.”
“Four guys across the aisle kept looking at my legs and up my skirt. I needed to pull my skirt down an inch or so and Teddy wouldn’t help me even though I nearly begged him. Letting him cuff me in a restaurant turned out to be more of a risk than I imagined. Instead, when no one was around except for those guys, he put his finger in me. Keeping my own composure was hard enough when I came, but Teddy wanted to make out and had his hands all over me. He completely lost the idea of doing something discreetly.
Faster Robert. Listen and lick, faster, please.
And once I started coming, he just got more and more beside himself. I have never been pushed from one orgasm to another in a public place like that. I couldn’t get control of my own body, I couldn’t get him to stop and I just completely lost control of the whole situation. At one point he had his leg pinning my legs apart, he had his fingers in me and his thumb working my clit.
“Oh god, I love what my story is doing to you. I love how hard you are breathing.”
In-between coming, I was just asking him to just cover over up his hand with my skirt. I bruised my wrists trying to twist around and reach my skirt with my cuffed hands. Luckily, the four guys helped the manager pull him off me. It was a huge turn-on, but really scary losing control of someone I was teasing. I guess I got him too worked up in the car before we went inside. Lesson learned.
Chapter 28. Back to Home Sweet (Safe) Home.
Ally’s car was not in its spot, which was not abnormal, but I was hoping she would be home before me. I went through the back gate to go into our back door into the kitchen. A little to my surprise, Beca was out in our backyard on a blanket sunning. She was laying face down, facing away from our deck and me. She was topless and I noted the untanned line where her top normally covered seemed to be turning red. Her butt cheeks looked like two small mounds rising above a fresh cut lawn. I walked over to her, and she took ear plugs out of her ears but was careful to keep her breasts buried in the blanket; probably to avoid arousing me. I found her body to be exquisite. Muscle definition was everywhere running under lightly tanned skin with only a very small part of it covered by the blue green strip of material marking the boundaries of her best feature, in my opinion, her slightly under tanned ass cheeks. I took my eyes away from her ass cheeks as the cage tightened slightly; she squinted up at me and the sun behind me.
“Hi, how are you?”
“Good, I thought I’d get some sun.”
My eyes tried to see more where her breasts merged into her blanket. “I see you are burning; do you want me to put some suntan lotion on your back?”
“I don’t think that is a good idea.” Her butt cheeks peered up at me again from underneath her blue green bikini bottoms. I concluded her ass was a ten at least. The Craving wanted me to slide my fingers under her bikini bottoms and grab her ass. I knew that would make Ally mad, so I said no. The Craving told me that Beca wanted me so that it would happen anyway in a little while.
“Okay, I’ll be inside if you change your mind.”
I went inside and changed into some shorts and a t-shirt. I was dribbling a little, so I put some Kleenex in my shorts to keep them from getting wet. I would pull out the Kleenex before Ally caught me. I looked out the bedroom window and saw Beca trying to put her top back on. I got my binoculars out that I use to watch birds in the spring and watched her. Thinking she was alone, she sat up on her blanket and bared her breasts. She had pointy, dark nipples that turned upward. Her breasts stood up firm on their own, the skin stretched tight over some hidden treasure below the surface. I watched her stand up and straighten her bikini. She let her right-hand pass over her pussy and then just held her hand there for about 15 seconds pressing into her crotch. The Craving was making her horny. She headed for the back door, I headed downstairs quickly.
Chapter 27. Tuesday Morning Drama at Work.
I showed up about five minutes late to our weekly staff meeting. It was still at the bull shit part of the meeting with everyone talking about their weekend, so it was cool. There are about a dozen of us around a large oval table, mostly engineering leads and specialists; I am one of the specialists in industrial wastewater design. Sally was at the opposite end of the table; we made glancing eye contact. We are a large engineering company that will remain anonymous for this journal for obvious reasons. An upper-level manager that we should call George, popped in and said we had finally signed the contract to upgrade a wastewater treatment plant and we would be working with Conrad Construction (fake name). Holy shit ran through my brain drowning out the rest of what he said; Ally worked for Conrad. I came back to reality and realized he was talking to me and Sally “could you two come by my office after this meeting?” I said “sure,” I think.
Ally is an expeditor at her construction company. Her job is to go talk with other companies, suppliers, or whoever whenever there is a bottleneck in getting a job done and they need to get cooperation in solving a problem. She is very good at her job; she gets results. She has always been shameless about using her sexuality to get concessions from other companies in the male-dominated construction business. Men want to see her coming because she makes every man feel like he is so special he might get lucky. My theory why she had not been called out on her recent clothing upgrade (or downgrade?) was that her management liked the results she got (and she manipulated them too). They left her alone to get results however she got them. Privileges of being a beautiful, smart woman. Had George already talked to Ally? Had he tried to look up her skirt? Did Ally play with him? Would he become one of her man toys? He would have no idea of her powers? Would the Craving infect him?
26 The Craving at the Coffee Pot.
I needed coffee and Ally would expect it, so I headed downstairs. I was irritated with myself that I had not made coffee last night and put the timer on. As I made my way down the stairs, Happy was still throbbing hard from helping Ally relieve her stresses. I swore to myself that it had never been this bad before. The incessant throbbing made me insane. Since I had picked Beca up at the airport, then taken off to spend the evening with Sally, until I helped Ally get rid of her sexual tensions the night before and then again ten minutes ago, I had not really been able to get rid of almost constant hard-ons and the incessant throbbing of my penis. I wondered if even during my ninety minutes of sleep if they had stopped. I didn’t know if my shaky hands came from being turned on so long or just general exhaustion. It felt like the worst case of sexual jitters I had endured since this game started. My mind was wandering from Beca, to Betty, to Sally and to Ally. I imagined fucking each of them. I would tear my mind away from Ally and it would pop over to Beca or Betty. It felt like insanity to me, I wondered how much longer I could keep everyone from knowing I had lost control of my mind. Sexual stimulation was overwhelming me; my entire being was filled with desire on top of desire, until I couldn’t breathe or think because I was drowning in sexual tensions. The tensions in my body caused my hands to shake and made my steps down the stairs seem unsteady as if my legs themselves wanted to thrust my cock into someone instead of taking me down the stairs. My breathing was that fast, short breath that come as one starts to make love and finds the other person willing. I wondered how much longer I could hold it all together.
I was so desperate for an outlet for all the sexual energy that had built in me for more than three weeks. I guessed that I had been brought to the edge of release perhaps a hundred times. I felt helpless and unable to identify what my options were. Ally was clear, focused, sharp and happy. I was muddled, stressed, confused, and desperate. She used the phrase that she wanted me to suck all the sexual tensions and anxiety from her into me, and I knew exactly what she meant. I could see the sexual tensions building up in Ally with our game and her skirt game. She got shaky horny all the time now, but I could see it drain from her as I went down on her. But she was needing relief more often and longer each day. But after I took care of her, for awhile she was happy and stress free. But after taking care of her, the term sexual tension was inadequate to describe my condition anymore. It was more, it was an all-encompassing-sexual-craving. The craving had a life of its own, it was a being that now lived inside of me. It wanted to live and grow and inhabit others. It possessed me and I pictured it as a dark ethereal creature that needed wet pussies and hard cocks to survive. And it was contagious. It lived and flourished inside of me and was taking over all of my bodily functions and mental capabilities to feed itself, the Craving was real for me.
I knew thinking of this all-encompassing-sexual-craving as a being was insanity. So, I kept it to myself but I felt it moving inside of me as I walked down the stairs. I thought of how the creature was growing stronger in Ally and how more of it had to be sucked from her every day so she could function and yet she wouldn’t give up the skirt game which let the creature feed and grow in her more with every new male conquest of hers. The contagion had spread to Sally, grown to a fever pitch inside of her, and then I had harvested it from her to bring it back to the hive inside of me. Even Betty and Beca had been exposed to the contagion. A small part of my brain was trying to hold on to reality, or reality as I used to know it, but more of it believed in the CRAVING.
Chapter 25. The Insatiable Voyeur, Ally
“You are wicked and evil. I am glad I bring you pleasure, Princess Ally.”
“And you love how wicked I am. You don’t know it, but you love to suffer, and I am here to indulge you. We will have to figure out a way this is the new normal. I want you to come to me already wound up, even sexually exhausted, and I want to see if I can push you for another hour. I think it is the only way to truly know what it is to be a sexual slave. I want you coming to my bed your penis throbbing and your balls aching, and I want to make them worse. When I get through with you tonight, I want it to take you hours to settle down. My long-term goal is that I want those sexual jitters that come with being horny to be permanent and your penis throbbing to never really go away. I want your dick hard all the time in that cage. I want you to be so desperate to fuck all the time that you are on the verge of crying, and I want everyone around you to think you are losing your mind. You are breathing harder just from my words. I love it. How does my vision for you sound, Robert, my love.”
Chapter 24. My First Date with Sally.
Sally had picked up that I like short dresses. She did not disappoint me. She had a short red dress on that coincidentally made her boobs look huge and showed a generous amount of cleavage. We sat on the opposite side of the table; I will try to capture the essence of our conversations, etc.
After ordering a round of drinks and telling the waitress it would be a while before we ordered dinner we just talked. Lots of small talk first, but I will just jump into the heavy, relevant stuff.
“Aren’t you married or something.”
“Technically no, but I have a full-time girlfriend that I would be happy to marry when she is ready.”
“Why are you out with me tonight, and why did you kiss me.”
“Have you ever heard of polyamory?”
“Yes, are you one of those?”
“Ally and I have talked about it a lot in the past and in the last month or so, we are giving it a try, I guess. We haven’t really put a name on what we are doing, but it is complicated. But Ally knows and approves I am out with you.”
“Are you sure it is not just you that approves?”
“Ally has gone out too. She knows we are out together. Perhaps if we go well, we all can meet and you can hear from Ally yourself. Don’t you have a boyfriend?”
“I do and don’t. We are not getting along so well at the moment. I don’t know if I want to go out with someone that is poly. Sounds like a lot of stress. I don't like the idea of sharing.”
“Well, let’s just enjoy talking and don’t do anything that you are uncomfortable with doing. We can just be friends if you want. We can define our relationship as we go.”
“You don’t find me attractive or your kind of woman?”
“Of course, I do. You know that I am attracted to you. You can trust your instincts on that.”
Chapter 23. Monday Afternoon at the Airport
I wasn’t thrilled about Ally’s sister, Beca, coming. I was afraid it would affect Ally’s behavior around the house and with me. Ally had never really tried my kinky games in the past, but she definitely was all in with my kink with Chastity Cages. If anything, she was now into it more than I was, or perhaps, she was into so much that it was scaring me a little, well, maybe a lot. I was really struggling in the new cage and really wanted out, but I was resisting getting mad at Ally because she actually was doing what I had asked her to do. And the real truth was that I was afraid if I misbehaved, like getting angry, I would be punished and never get out. I really was behaving as if I were her sexual slave.
In my new world, I started each day between Ally’s legs listening to all the glorious sounds she made as I took her through a series of orgasms that left her singing and me a moaning pile of nerves. We were noisy but we were in an otherwise empty house. Beca would be in a bedroom across the hall. I had no doubt that Ally would still expect her morning jolt of sex but how would the dynamics change knowing we could be heard. Ally often came home from work to find me cooking supper. She sat at the kitchen table and I put a drink in front of her and if she had a stressful day she made a little hand motion and opened up her legs, and I went down on my knees to give her a quickie, which for her meant a half dozen orgasms in fifteen or twenty minutes. After which I sat in the floor shaking, or laid in the floor shaking and moaning, until I got my shit together enough to get up, fix Ally a second drink so she could go upstairs and change into being nude or sometimes a t-shirt or nightgown depending on how she wanted to torment for the evening. I spent the evening wanting her as she sat around nude, often with me waiting on her. She had really gotten into the role of being Princess and expecting me to wait on her. That’s a whole other podcast how she would expect me to indulge her.
I was always expected to follow her to bed when she decided it was time and give her a massage with a happy ending. All of it was very noisy for both of us. After she was satiated, she expected me to cuddle with her until she went to sleep. I then usually got up and got a beer and worked at getting rid of my erection and the jitters that came from another arousal on top of hundreds of others without relief. Sometimes I drank the beer sitting in a hot bath which seemed to help with my chronic aching blue balls. How was the whole evening going to work with Beca sitting around the house? How was I going to get my daily quota so I could get close to eventual freedom? I was struggling but there was a certain comfort in the routines Ally and I had established.
22 Update on My Responsibilities as Keyholder by Ally.
Robert likes to talk about his struggles with this game, like it is all easy and fun for me, like nothing about the game is a struggle for me. First remember it was Robert who asked me to lock his junk up, and then to tease and then to deny him. Also, remember the first time we played this game more than a year ago, I teased and denied him, then he begged to be free and I let him go, and then he got upset that I had been too easy on him. I know right now he thinks I have gone too far in several areas. But, I would like to make my case to him and to any readers that think I am being unreasonable. I think when you look back, Robert, you will think that I was an awesome keyholder and that you have been teased and denied by the best. A little suffering is just part of the game.
21 Ally and I Talk at the Bar Friday Night
I sat next to her on my bar stool. Ally rotated around where we now both faced the bar. The bar only has eight stools, and we were the only two at the bar. She let her knees move apart the width of the barstool and asked me about her new diamonds, “do you like them. They are zirconia. I think they are a little big and gaudy, but they do get me attention.”
On cue, before I could answer, an older gentleman, perhaps in his mid-sixties sat on the stool next to Ally. Her legs flinched inward for very brief moment then she held her position and let her diamonds shine. The man ordered a whiskey as if she wasn’t there. He then asked the bartender to give us drinks on his tab. Ally was halfway through her martini, and I hadn’t ordered. I asked for a seven and seven. Alfred introduced himself to Ally and me and commented on Ally’s new jewelry[RO1] , “I heard you say they were too gaudy, I think they’re just right[RO2] .” He turned slightly and looked down, and then looked up at the bartender, a small woman I guessed to be in her twenties[RO3] . “What do you think of her zirconia?”[RO4]
[RO1]end of part 1
[RO2]on anchor part 2
[RO3]Billy Joel part 3 stand alone
[RO4]On anchor part 4
Chapter 20. Update on My Welding Wolves, can you handle it, Robert?
My three wolves of course remember the night in the bar when my drunk-self did not try very hard to stop the three of them from putting their hands all over me. My very short dress with no underwear and sitting on the high stool was certainly a tease on my part. I can’t say I planned what happened, but I gradually tempted them so much and got everyone so aroused, including myself, that I lost control of the situation, and perhaps myself. I say all that to say that I understand how my continuing to wear very short skirts could be seen by these three men, and others, as a continuation of my provocative and permissive behavior of that night. I can’t argue with that too much, except that I am doing a little better job in controlling the situation and up to now, a very good job in controlling myself. My skirts are actually shorter now being at the absolute minimum length when I am standing. Doing my best not to show it, guys get glimpses, it is unavoidable. The game is to convincingly pretend I don’t realize I am giving glimpses whether it is deliberate or not. Gary mentioned some jewelry I forgot to take out when I dressed for work. I have no idea how or when he saw it, but he was right that it was sparkly. So, what I am going to tell you about is in part orchestrated by me in one case, and in the other case, represents an undesirable outcome of playing with fire.
Gary, the Scottish guy, came up behind me when I was getting coffee this morning. We were alone when he patted my butt gently. I just stood there, still close to him, and did nothing but continue watching the coffee pot sputter as it filled my cup. His hand went back on my butt as I asked him how he was doing. He took my behavior as consent, and it was, although I could have been clearer. Maybe five seconds later, his fingers went under the edge of my dress and OMG, he was checking out my bare ass. His finger quickly changed to his entire hand rubbing and feeling my bare ass. I know what my ass does to you and I was confident it would work the same magic on him. I think I heard a small gasp of appreciation and I felt the energy in his hands. I red-lined being turned on and I think I leaned forward slightly to make my ass more accessible. Who knows, I think he believes we are intimate, as do I. We are both waiting for an opportunity for more guilty pleasures.
As I was picking up my cup of coffee, Fred was there in the room with us. I didn’t see when he arrived; I don’t know what he saw. Fred is the guy I made out with at the bar, but that was a mistake. I do not like him. Another guy named Steve appeared at the coffee machine, but I don’t think he was aware of the vibes in the room. Too bad because he is smoking hot. Ha.
I felt like I wanted to say something positive to Gary, but he spoke first and just said “good morning.” I said, “are you enjoying your morning,” setting him for his line which was “I am now.” We stood there with pleasantries still standing a little too close together. And before you ask, yes, I was so turned on I could barely breathe. I am guessing from all I have learned the last few weeks, that Gary was too. So yes, I liked it very much.
Ch 19 Update on Sally
So, my butt was seriously dragging, but on the bright side, Ally seems so damn happy these days. She goes around singing and she is absolutely in love with her body especially right after we make love. She prances around and walks out of the house in her short skirts likes she owns the world. In this mood, she enjoys her sexuality, she enjoys teasing and she does not feel guilty. Teasing and denying me, and perhaps all men, has given her a whole new outlook not only on her sex life but who she is. She wants to have a serious talk tonight with me at the bar. She was reading this as I typed it in and then added below (via cut and paste).
Robert, you were fabulous both times last night. I felt a little guilty about leaving you in a fetal position this morning. I hope your shaking has settled down, but I hope Happy is still throbbing for me. He was really throbbing hard for me this morning. You mumbled something about wanting me so badly that you were awake all night. Poor baby, but I love that you are aching for me so much you couldn’t sleep. Your aching and moaning makes me so wet and naughty.
18 Thursday Morning, Update from Ally on Teddy
I spooned behind her like she wants for about an hour after she was asleep. I ran my hands over her very soft and smooth legs a few times and she moaned softly, but I stopped so I wouldn’t awake her. I waited for my penis to stop throbbing as I lay against her softness and thought about her playing with Teddy. After what felt like hours, I couldn’t get rid of my erection or go to sleep so I went downstairs and got a beer. After a couple of hours of insomnia on the couch, I re-read the story and headed upstairs to wake up Ally and go down on her around 3 am. She welcomed me and wanted more than I could give her. Again, she went back to sleep, and I lay there with this story of her and Teddy keeping my dick “off and on” hard all night. When her alarm went off, I was still awake. In my exhausted state, I was only able to give her a quickie when she wanted to make love and get her morning fix. She went off to her shower singing, and I passed out in a nap. My exhausted self was still suffering from an off and on erections when I awoke from the nap. I ended up late for work again. I can’t believe she has this much power over me. The story she had me read to her last night is below. I am in a little bit of a time warp and I’m not sure I’m making all of this clear, but it is the best I can do right now.
Ch 17. Tuesday in the New Cage
This is Ally. As most of you know, Robert is my chastity slave in a kinky game the two of us are playing. One of Robert’s tasks is to tell our story as it unfolds. He does the first draft and I edit it and publish it. An exception to this is some kinky fun I am having with some other men where I draft the story and let Robert edit it. Another day for that discussion. Robert is more than a week behind in telling the story. I am working on some incentives for him. Stay tuned.
The rest of the story today, except for some comments at the end, come from Robert. His comments are very self-centered with a lot of complaining about his life in the cage. There is a lot of indirect complaining about me, or that is how I see it. A year ago, we tried chastity games and Robert rapidly went down the tube and spent all his time complaining. Well, it sounds like he is heading in that direction again. If I was you, I would just listen to a little of his complaining and then skip to my comments at the end. Last time, I just gave him the keys and quit the game. This time, he has to earn first the right to fuck me and then freedom. He needs to focus on his quota if he has any hope of his life getting easier. For now, I am going to add to his quota for complaining and not following the rules.
Ch. 16. Email to Beca
I wrote this email to Beca, my sister, a while back, but for obvious reasons, I did not post it in this log when I wrote it. So, this is Ally in the future. Real-time, the story is also a few weeks into the future. Robert has been really distracted as the game progressed and he has not kept up with the log, among other things. I also have my hands full with many new things, and men, but I am also committed to keeping this Journal going and filling in for Robert as he struggles to keep it together. So, bear with us as we try to edit the rough draft of the journal and bring it back up to real-time. So, here is the email I wrote to Beca and her first response. I hoped this email would help things roll out a little smoother, but Robert’s rapid decline has not been helpful. I am curious to see how Beca’s presence will change our dynamics.
Chapter 15. New "Prince Albert" Cage
Ally decided to pick me up at my work. I assume she didn’t want me to get cold feet about the new cage. Her car is manual; that coupled with her very short skirt meant that we both knew I would be turned on minutes after getting in the car. I am not sure it would have mattered if she tried, but she made no effort to hide her bare pussy that flashed as she shifted. I asked her a question about it.
“What would you do if someone else was in the car with you?”
“I drove Teddy to lunch today. Is that what you mean?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Okay. We both sat in the front seat and ate barbeque sandwiches. Per my new rules for him, he hadn’t come since he had breakfast with me and he was commando. With a little help from my feet, he soaked his pants twice in forty minutes. I got him to agree when he was on the edge of losing it to go into a chastity cage on Saturday to learn to control himself. It is almost too easy with him, but it was fun and he left me horny as hell. I pretend I am cool and unaffected when he is around me. But, let’s talk about your new cage. The tattoo shop is twenty minutes away in downtown Wilmington.”
“I assume the cage is sitting there waiting for me. Who is going to put in the piercings?”
“Kate does the piercings. I would guess she is in her forties and much of her body is covered with tattoos. She does the piercings and the tattoos. She is the one that has the keys to your present cage. I have been talking to her since the beginning and she suggested that she hold your keys. We have some hurdles I have to go through to get them back that keeps me from making rash decisions just because I am horny and want to fuck you.”
“Is she going to have the keys to the new cage?”
“For a few days. But, she says I have to find someone new to keep the keys since you will now know that she has them and she does not want the potential hassle. I am working on something that I can’t tell you about, obviously. I think I still need a buffer, because believe it or not, some days I want to fuck you so bad I can’t stand it. Sometimes, when you go down on me, as great as it is, just leaves me wanting to fuck you more than ever. I think that is part of the reason I want you to go down on me so often. And most of all, I want to give you a chastity slave experience beyond your wildest imagination. And besides, it is really fun messing you up. So, how are you feeling about all of this?”
“I think I am insane to let you do this. In some ways, being already so horny I am sure destroys my good judgment. And if that didn’t do it, then watching you flash your pussy as you shift your car would make me insane anyway. I don’t know why, but thinking about you locking me in an escape proof cage has got me so turned on, it feels for once that I could come in my cage. So, I guess, if I wasn’t already lust-insane, it would be insane to let you put me in this new cage. Ugh, I don’t really know what I am doing, I guess.”
“If you could come in your cage, I think that would have already happened. By the way, Kate is going to go through the whole procedure with you and your options. You can receive a local anesthesia or you can be knocked out until it is done.”
14 Nude Ally Talks Me Into Rule Changes & A New Cage
After twenty minutes, Ally was satiated. She sat there, her legs all spread out, her head back, with sweat dripping off her body. I focused on the drop of sweat that dripped off her right nipple. After enjoying her glow for about five minutes, she got off the couch and went to get us two beers from the frig. I was in my usual post-sex condition, my penis was throbbing and pounding against the end of the cage, my balls ached, and my body was trembling especially my hands. I sat on the floor slumped over both hands on top of the cage as if that would stop my penis from fighting the cage. Ally handed me a beer and I held it with both hands.
“Don’t spill it. Wow, I think your shaking after sex is getting worse. It seems like you would be getting used to it by now, but I guess not. Now that I have de-stressed a little with help from your magic tongue, I want to talk to you. I couldn’t think when I was lust-insane like you are right now.”
“Could you go put some clothes on? Some baggy sweat pants and a sweatshirt, please. I want to settle down so I can think straight. And the cage is too damn tight. Please, give me just a little break. My stomach muscles are so tight they feel like they are going to rupture.”
“Of course not. I am your keyholder. Get your shit together. You have to learn to function when you are messed up because that is your new normal. Your stomach muscles hurt because you were fucking the air too hard. Although I love it when I make you do that.”
“What do you want to talk about?”
“About the next phase of the game, we are playing.”
“What about it?”
She was standing in front of me, sipping her beer as I got up and sat bent over on the couch. I ignored that she was naked, or tried to. My eyes were first drawn to her pussy and then to her bare breasts. I pulled my eyes away and focused on the blank tv screen on the other side of her. I looked back at her face, and she had a silly grin from enjoying my hour-long struggle since she walked through the door.
“It is almost dark. Let’s go out on the back porch and let’s talk. Help me get what we need to make some boilermakers.” I helped her carry an ice chest outside with two six-packs of beer and a large bottle of whiskey to some tables and chairs we have on our deck. It was still light enough that our neighbors could have looked out the back windows to see her bare ass, but Ally didn’t seem to care. We made our first boilermakers and Ally chugged hers. I sipped on mine slower waiting for what Ally had to say. I was handicapped enough without getting buzzed. I watched her make her second and third boilermaker over the next thirty minutes. It was as if she was getting her nerve up to talk to me about something. Watching her walk around nude was the new normal, but I had not adjusted to it, yet. I wondered if I ever would as a tried to move the tight cage around where it was not so uncomfortable. I was mentally exhausted trying not to think about fucking her.
“Do you like this game we are playing?”
“Yes. I assume you are going to let me fuck you at some point. I like most of the kinky stuff you are doing. I wish you had done some of this kinky stuff before we started the chastity game. We could have been fucking each other’s brains out. But now in this cage, it just makes me insane. I don’t know how much longer I can keep it together without a release. What is this talk really about?”
“I really like you being locked up and horny. Knowing you are sitting there hard in your cage constantly wanting me is such an ego booster. I feel like I am the sexiest and most desirable woman in the world. I am doing all this kinky stuff because you are in that cage. It makes me insane with lust. I like feeling sexy and powerful. I like what I am doing to you. I don’t want it to end.”
Ch 13. Teasing Teddy
In the interest of being open and honest, I’m having brunch with Teddy in a few minutes.
As you read this document, I know two things will happen: first, you will become jealous, which will be some mix of anger and fear. We have both committed to becoming poly for years, so here is your first test. Second, you will become very turned on. Your cage will become very tight and uncomfortable. It will eventually become painful if you don’t get a grip on your jealousy.
Unlike previous erections you have experienced in your cage where you get aroused, the cage gets tight and uncomfortable, but it loosens up with the removal of the stimulus, usually my bare ass, this time the cage will stay tighter for much longer. Why? Because your jealousy is going to keep the images and events, that I describe in this log fresh and vivid in your mind. I hope I write clearly enough that you can see me in your mind’s eye sitting with my legs open and my pussy exposed. Teddy, I predict, will get aroused and come in his pants when he gets a taste of this wicked keyholder. He will be powerless, a mere pawn; and afterward, he will become obsessed with me, and I will mold into a toy. Perhaps I should make him into a chastity slave? What do you think?
You will get aroused and jealous. You will not be able to get off, instead, the tight cage will become increasingly uncomfortable or even painful. Your jealousy will cause you to keep replaying the images in your mind, keeping you aroused, and keeping the cage tight, to state the obvious. In addition, as you stay aroused, your prostate gland will keep making semen escalating your blue balls to another level. Since you are already full and dribbling, I am interested in how you handle my new rules about dribbling. This is going to be a memorable and difficult challenge for you and your balls. If you just remember your status as a chastity slave, you will be okay. If you get confused and think you have some rights as a slave, this could turn into a real hell for you. Sorry, my love.
I will update this log when I have finished playing with Teddy. I will not make too many promises on what I won’t do because I am turned on out of my mind thinking about what is going to happen. I am going to be a naughty keyholder. I think it will be fun and difficult to stay in control of Teddy and my own desires. Do I feel guilty about what is going to happen to you? A little, perhaps. But, as your keyholder, it is my job is to tease and deny you. When you get hard and stay that way, it means I have done my job. When you beg to be released, and I don’t, it means I have done the second half of my job. Perhaps, a hot bath will help you to settle down? You’ve had more than a week to learn to control your lust while you are getting hornier every day. I suggest you get ahead of the curve if that is possible.
Chapter 12. Saturday Afternoon, End of Week One
Ally buzzed through the living room and went upstairs. She just waved as she went by and then her running feet echoed up the stairs to our bedroom. My body said nothing; I was relieved. Ally came down the stairs ten minutes later. My mouth dropped open. “I am in a hurry, but I wanted your reaction to some changes I have made.”
She put on foot up on the coffee table unavoidably showing me between her legs. “You’ve shaved,” I noted.
“Yes, and how do you like my new skirt? I think it is even sexier than the one I wore for you last night.”
The skirt was incredibly short and tight. The shiny green material wrapped around her and was held together by a zip zagging golden chain that left a four-inch vertical strip of her skin above her leg visible.
“Look, my showing skin here, the guy will know that I do not have any underwear on. I have twisted the skirt so that the opening is less than a half-inch away from my pussy. And when I sit, any man in front of me is going to have an erection.”
“An inch of your butt cheeks are showing.”
“Yes, and if I bend forward you can see my pussy from behind. I have to stand up straight,” she said as she demonstrated it for me. I noted almost abstractly that the cage was painfully tight again.
“What do you think of the top?” [RO2] [RO3] I stared at the simple white halter top that tied in a single bow across her bareback and another one that tied behind her slender neck.
“I can see the darkness of the areola around your nipples, and I like that your nipples are erect. You don’t worry about being arrested in that outfit?”
“Women can get away with almost anything they are brave enough to wear as long as they can pretend it is normal. I just have to wear it brazenly. It is our privilege as the beautiful gender that controls the world.”
“I don’t know how to respond to that.”
Chapter 11. Movie Time
Movie time turned out to be Ally sitting nude on the couch asking me to put a pizza in the oven, bring her a bowl of ice cream, and make her several fancy drinks. While eating the ice cream, she put her feet up on the couch and waved me over to go down on her. Yes, she had the ice cream before the pizza. It was all about her being the Princess. She reveled in and I tried my best to indulge her. I was dead tired and Happy was gradually becoming slower to respond to insanity. I was beginning to believe I would live to see a better day. Tomorrow, I would think clearer and know how to respond to the crazy world I now lived in.
When not busy treating her as a Princess with food and sex, I tried to watch the two movies that she enjoyed. At bedtime around midnight, she got me wound up making out with me on the couch and then got up suddenly to go to bed leaving me sitting on the couch waiting for the discomfort of the cage to subside. In bed, she asked me to cuddle in behind her with the cage nestled in her butt. She molded her soft body into mine perfectly. She made it a big deal, sticking out her butt and pressing it into my groin making the cage uncomfortable. When I tried to move back a little, she moved back again until my cage rested tightly up against her butt. I wondered if she could feel the throbbing she was causing.
My left arm went under her pillow and neck. My right arm wrapped around her and she pulled my hand onto her left breast and put two hands over mine. She fell asleep quickly. I lay there trying to calm down. I was aroused enough that the cage was tight and very uncomfortable. I tried to lie still and think about something else besides her nude body feeling soft and warm against mine, her boob in my hand, and her ass pressed up against my cage but I found it impossible. Tension filled my entire body and every so often my body would jerk and then tremble. I seem incapable of controlling my own body.
After about an hour, I woke her because my body was jerking too much and I was moaning in my half-awake, half-asleep erotic dreams. I was nearly dead, but Happy had got a second life and wanted this soft and delicious body that he pushed against. I couldn’t stand how much my body wanted her. When my shaking finally woke her up, she was annoyed.
“Oh honey, I love how much you want me and how messed up you are from trying to cuddle with me as I asked. But you keep having those little jerks and tremors go through you. I know you can’t help it, and I love that I am keeping you awake wanting me so much, but I need my sleep. Get up, sit here. I think I can set it up where you can keep jerking and I can get some sleep.”
10 Finally Home Friday Night
At home, she pulled up in our driveway. It was dark sometime between 8 and 9 pm. She got out of the car and instead of going into our relatively private back yard, she walked around to the front porch motioning me to follow her. I helped her pick up five boxes from Amazon. I couldn’t help but watch her bare ass bend over to pick up the boxes then wiggle to the back door. I smiled to myself knowing that she enjoyed how obsessed I had become with her.
“What is in the boxes?”
“For one, there is another seven-inch mini-skirt. What do you think?
“You have no reaction except that bent-over walking thing you are doing? Where should I wear it? Give me some suggestions. Okay, if you are not going to say anything then I will leave you alone for a while and let you get your shit together. It seems you can’t handle this woman.”
Once inside, I tried to grab her ass in the living room and she took off up the stairs laughing and hollering. I came up the stairs more slowly struggling with how uncomfortable I had become being hard in the cage for so long from all her teasing and craziness.
I found her on the bed with a dildo beside her. “Stand right there and watch me, honey.”
She put the dildo inside of her and for the next twenty minutes fucked herself with it almost crying over and over,
“I so want your cock inside of me. Imagine if I was fucking you right now, your cock hard inside of me, the pressure building in your balls, you trying to hold back coming too soon because I am so fucking hot.”
She kept repeating similar lines as I stood there bent over with my hands on my knees with my cock pulsating in the cage. I stood there breathing hard my hips moving with hers silently fucking the air. After she came, she motioned me to the bed, “please, I want a little more. Go down on me, Robert.”
I dove in like a madman and she started coming almost immediately. She let me go for about ten minutes and then pushed my head away, “I’m exhausted, let’s take a break.” I rolled over on my back not wanting to stop but trembling and shaking all over from what my madwoman had just put me through. Five minutes later, I had started to settle down. She rolled on top of me wrapping her legs around the outside of mine and burying her lips in my neck. She slowly started fucking me and I arched my back to try to push the chastity cage into her pussy.
“We can’t let you off this easy, Robert. I want you to try to fuck me with your cage and see if you can handle it.”
Chapter 8. Sitting in the Mall, Friday Night
Ally took my hand in that stairwell and led me back on the roof and across to the stairs on the opposite corner of the garage. She led me down the stairs and through a hall into the mall. I saw a bench and pulled Ally over to it.
“What’s wrong, babes.”
“My legs are mush. I have to sit down. My balls really hurt; I really need to come. It’s hard to walk; the cage is too tight. It is so damn frustrating with my penis hard and pointing straight down. And I can’t stand this wanting you so much; I want you so much I am about to cry. Your teasing has got me so wound up I can’t handle it; all I can think about is fucking you. You look so damn sexy in that short red dress, I can’t handle any more. Please, I have had enough.”
“And as your keyholder my job is to push you, encourage you and most of all, not let you blow what may be a once in a lifetime experience. So quit being a whim and suck it up.”
“This is really much harder than I expected. You really don’t understand how messed up I am. I’m in agony here.”
“I think you are being a little dramatic here. But, I have learned something very practical with you. If I want you to do something, I just get you more turned on than you already are, and like magic you are onboard.”
“I’m already turned on enough, I’m hard.”
“Okay, baby. Look at my hemline, you can almost see my pussy. Now see what is happening to you. You are starting to breathe harder, you are fidgeting in your seat by just talking about my pussy. The cage is going from hurting to you being so aroused you feel no pain. The same basic thing happened to the welders, and as I turn you on, the same thing is going to happen to me by the way. It is just how it works.”
“Look at your eyes, they keep going to my legs and trying to see my pussy. Maybe there is an inch or two of my dress covering up my pussy. Now I pull it up to where you can almost see it. Now I open my legs a little so you can almost see it. Look at your breathing. I open my legs a little more, and you are getting pulled toward me like a magnet. After being in this cage a week, you are so damn easy. You can’t control what is happening to you right now, but I can. You somehow thought it would be great putting yourself in this situation. I didn’t see the potential, but boy do I love it now. This is your fantasy, but I enjoy it so much. So, no you are not getting out. I have lots more planned for us, my dear Robert. I want to explore and develop my powers over you. And, I am guessing all men have the same weaknesses. Now ask yourself, how much will I pull up my skirt sitting here in the mall. Growing my powers over you is so easy. First, is my attitude. I have to grow into being a wicked Princess and enjoy using my powers. Second, I just have to keep you in the cage, keep you turned on, and let the horiness and frustration build day after day. I own you, Robert, dear.”
Ch 07. The Parking Garage, Friday Night
Ally texted me to meet her on the 4th floor, the roof of the parking garage. After three nights in the cage, I was horny but okay. I was still glad Ally agreed to play the game, although I had questioned my sanity a few times when I awoke in the nighttime with a hard-on that would not go away.
There were a lot of parking spots on the lower floors as my car climbed to the top. Ally was sitting on the hood of her car, the only car besides mine now on the roof. Her bare, lightly tanned legs were stretched out in front of her; she was in a red billowy dress that was very short. Her hands were on her dress to keep the strong breeze from lifting her skirt. She slid off the car as I drove up and the wind picked up her dress exposing her bare ass. Her hair was done up on her head and she had bright red lipstick on. She looked great and had an evil smile on her face. She had some evil plans that caused some movement in the cage. I smiled back sheepishly.
I got out of my car and she planted a big kiss on me. She then announced to me,
“I want this date to be just like in your fantasies, but even better. You’ve always wanted me to do kinky things with you, I think after this week I am brave enough to try almost anything.”
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Chastity Game Interlude: One More Dice
Let's take a short break from the Chastity Journal and learn about a game for a keyholder to play with her chastity slave.
One More Dice
Rules by Princess Keyholder Grace DefinitionsM O E (Multiple Orgasmic Experience) An M O E is defined as the Princess Keyholder having three or more orgasms during the first hour, typically the first twenty minutes, of a guy going down on me.
CS is a chastity slave with no access to sex.
CCS is a Chosen Chastity Slave with select opportunities to give the Keyholder Princess oral sex and/or Fuck Her with a strap on dildo
RoundsFor each round, the Chastity Slave meets me already in his Chastity Cage at a local pub. He hands over the keys to his cage (which comes from my supplier) and we roll the dice (Round 1, one dice, Round 2, two dice, etc.)
Rules- The CCS is locked up in an approved cage and hands over the keys to me at the Dice Ceremony.
- At the Dice Ceremony, we roll the number of dice appropriate for the round. We total the dice and this becomes the RMR (the Required MOEs for the Round).
- The CS must give me the RMR per the rules below to get the keys back.
- We schedule two one-hour sessions where he has access to my pussy each week; I strongly advise each CCS to wine and dine me before these sessions to get me in the proper frame of mind.
- Five minutes before the session starts, we roll a single dice. We multiply the number on that dice by five. He has that many minutes to give me a MOE by going down on me. (For example, a roll of 4 would give him 20 minutes to give me a MOE.)
- If the slave gives me a MOE it is subtracted from the RMR and he spends the balance of the time fucking me with a strap-on dildo. I have the option to extend the time fucking with the dildo up to three hours and I my require the CCS to spend the night cuddling and to take me to breakfast.
- If the slave does not give me a MOE in the required time frame, three MOE’s are added to his required MOE’s for the round and typically I have him leave without fucking me with the strap on. (A girl can only stand so much disappointment.)
- When the C Slave completes his required MOE’s for the round, we set up a date where the C Slave wines and dines me for an evening at a restaurant of my choice. I am scantily clad and I mercilessly tease and make out with the C Slave on the date. Any sex is my option. On the way to the date, I mail the keys to the C Slave via regular snail mail.
- A C Slave who owes me more MOE’s after a month than at the beginning of the month is allowed to quit and get his keys back. He is ineligible to play another round or to continue as my CSS (Chosen CS).
- A C Slave who successfully completes a Round may request to play another round with more dice at the Dice Ceremony than the previous round.
- A CCS that completes 4 rounds can have me for a weekend or take me on a week vacation that we mutually agree to.
Past Performance:
65% of guys owe me more MOE’s at the end of the month than at the beginning.
25% of the CCS quit after the first month. 80% of the CCS’s quit after two months.
One CCS has made it into the third round.
Chap 6. Friday Morning After 3 Nights in the Cage
When I woke up about an hour late for work, I deduced Ally had woken up and got herself to work somehow. If she was around, I would have been asking to get out of the cage; I was not having fun. I got up and hustled into work. Ally had left me one small note in our log:
Robert, I hope you are starting to get horny so I can have some fun with you. Ally
Three nights in the cage had left me more aggravated I thought than horny. But apparently, that was not completely true. [sPause sec=1 ePause]
The team secretary, Sally, came into my cubicle to bring me a copy of the handouts from a meeting that I had missed. My cubicle is small so it was a little crowded when she pulled a chair into the cubicle to go over some things that had been assigned to me during the meeting.
I had books on the floor in front of her feet so she had to struggle with where to put her feet. My space is a disaster.
It was the first time I had seen her in a dress and it was short by her standards. The dress was about mid-thigh with her sitting down and for the first time ever I noticed she had well-shaped legs and a good body even if perhaps with a few more curves than I normally lusted after.
From my new perspective inside of a cage, she had good curves, great curves actually. In trying to sort where to put her feet, she had one on my one-foot-high stack of books and her other one on the floor; at that moment where she struggled with where to put her second foot, I caught a glimpse of her pink underwear. She pushed her flowing floral pattern dress in between her legs and held it there with one hand to cut off my view. She knew that I had seen and I knew she knew, etc. Apparently, my face was filled with satisfaction and she gave me a very cute half-smile. “Was she flirting,” my brain screamed?
My caged friend slammed into the end of his tube; my face must have registered how discombobulated and surprised I felt. My body did not feel like it was my own. My body felt more than hypersensitive to anything female, it felt as if it was acting independently of me. No matter how many times it had happened, I could never get used to it. There was that very brief feeling when the blood rushing into the penis felt good and I welcomed it because my primitive brain knew something good was going to happen.
I could almost feel the flood of good hormones into my body. And for that five seconds of bliss, I forgot that something bad was going to happen. Then in my case, the blue tube seemed to tighten around my penis stopping it from going any further down the tube, at least easily. My penis felt suddenly like it was pushing into an every tightening vise both from the side and then my penis was being pushed back into my groin. The greater the level of arousal the more it felt like a fat stick was being plunged back inside of my groin.
“Are you okay?” she asked me. It was a simple enough question but I couldn’t talk.
In my normal world I would have enjoyed a flash of underwear and her smile, but it would have passed without much to-do. But in the new reality of the game where I had been teased and turned on dozens of times without release and my emotional well-being was now tied to my denied orgasms, I was so turned on I could not see straight. I was breathing hard and I seemed unable to stop escalating arousal.
5 Day 4 Thursday Evening, Game On
I expected to see Ally home at about 5 ish like a normal day. I started thinking about what she would have me do to her and of course, the cage got tight and uncomfortable. I tried to focus on work, but I was not very successful. I got home a little before 5 and tried to stay calm. Around 6 pm she sent me a text that said, “I will be home in a while. I am so wet.” I sent back several texts asking where she was but she didn’t respond. Of course, my head and my jealousy went through the roof. To my annoyance, my cock also went nuts. By the way, I am writing this in real time as I am sitting on the couch, the tv blaring in the background, as I go insane.
Hi babes. I’m in an Uber. You will have to get my car after you take care of me. If I had underwear on they would be soaked. I was very naughty. I had three men at my feet and looking up my skirt. I kept my word about not blocking the view up my skirt. It was very scary sitting there exposed but I really enjoyed watching them squirm. I was so wicked. Warning, I did not stay in control as much as I imagined I would. Warning, jealousy alert.
I sat with my back to the bar on a high bar stool. My skirt was short to begin with and getting up on that high bar stool and hooking my heels around the horizontal bar made my knees a little higher than my butt. I tried hard at first to keep my knees together and resisted the urge to cross my legs; I did what I promised you. And I pretended I did not know what they saw; and most pretended they did not see. As I drank the liquid courage I let my knees drift apart. Quite a crowd of men and women gathered at a strategic spot for the best view. I have never done something like this before. I did not know I could have an orgasm without touching myself. I tried to be discreet when the orgasm took over but it was surprisingly strong but brief. A few people in my little crowd noticed and started talking and many started looking my way. I could tell I was already becoming aroused again and the idea of what might happen if I lost control embarrassed me, so I turned red and left. Well, not really right then, but I thought I should. But Fred kissed me. I am not making sense. I drank too much.