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“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.”
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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.
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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?”
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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.”
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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.
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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.
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“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.”
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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?”
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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.”
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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.
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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.
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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?
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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?”
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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.
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Fifteen minutes later, they were walking down the aisle of the grocery store, and Cindy was picking off packages from the bottom shelf, deliberately flashing Gene her pussy when no one was in the aisle with them. Cindy, despite her bravado, was nervous about her outfit and spent a lot of energy pulling on the skirt to cover as much of her ass as possible. When she met people in the aisle, she crossed her arms awkwardly over her breasts. She had always enjoyed men looking at her and loved showing her body in sexy clothes. This somehow felt different. She had crossed some arbitrary line in the sand where this felt like exhibitionism. Or it was some kind of predicament sex where she could not push the cart, keep her skirt down, cover her boobs, and pick off groceries from the shelf without exposing herself. What surprised Cindy the most was how much putting herself in this situation turned her on. Her vulnerability, her exposure to probing eyes despite her best efforts not to show off her ass, tits, and pussy left her wet, and with an arousal inside of her that was slowly consuming her. Gene refused to help her and was struggling with his own arousal. It was so obvious that Gene had no control of his body, but she wondered how much of the same thing was going on with her with every minute that passed. Men were all looking, smiling, staring, and even saying hi to her. She sensed she had just entered a new stage in her sexuality; was she now on a path to becoming an exhibitionist, she asked herself.
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.
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Gene was still dripping from the shower and was sitting in the middle of the bed. He was looking down between his legs at the cage. Cindy came bouncing into the room a towel around her head, her body glistening from some oil she had put on after her shower.
“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?”
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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.
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1. Trying to Keep Up.
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.”
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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.
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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.
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