Chapter Three

Chastity and Contract

As it turned out, a couple of weeks passed after my public humiliation at university. Both Laura and I decided it was time to do a home visit to our respective parents – hers in Gloucestershire and mine in Merseyside. But we spoke a couple of times on the phone about the experience in Loughborough. On one of the calls I admitted that, even though the scene in the café was so embarrassing, that the effect on me was incredibly arousing.

“Well Christine is absolutely delighted,” Laura purred. “She told me that it’s a pity you’re not at our place this weekend. She says she’d find a way to let you tit-fuck me as a reward because you showed such fantastic submission.”

“Really?” I said in surprise. In my mind I saw an image of Laura lying under me as I slid my cock between her breasts. “B-but I thought I was forbidden from doing that?”

“You need to understand something sweetie,” Laura whispered into the phone as she was probably in her bedroom at her parents’ house. “All the rules and games we make up for you are to try and push you towards another level of submission. If I deny you the chance to come for a couple of weeks it’s to make sure that when you do come, it’ll blow your mind. And if Christine tells you that you’re not allowed to slide your dick between my tits and come over my face, then it’s still your decision if you decide to obey her, isn’t it? Don’t blame me if she punishes you afterwards, but at least you’ll have had your pleasure!”

As she spoke my mouth had gone dry. She was 300 miles away and offering to let me tit fuck her. That was so cruel – and so horny!

Laura didn’t wait for my answer, “I know that if you were able to show us something really submissive – a real act of worship towards me or towards Christine, who knows what she’d allow you to do to me? I mean, wouldn’t you like to actually make love to me like a real man? Slide your dick into my pussy and come inside me? Do you think you’re capable of that?”

“But I thought…” I managed to stammer out.

“You thought I was a goody-goody girl and that I’m saving myself for when we’re married?” she giggled again. “Oh I think that’s the old Laura, John. Christine’s opened my eyes about sex. I really want a big, hard cock inside me. Oh God! I’m getting so wet. I wonder if I finger myself off I’ll be able to keep quiet. Don’t want Mum and Dad hearing me!” she giggled again.

“Would you really let me make love to you?” I asked hoarsely. “You know I dream about doing that all the time!”

“Of course you do,” she teased, “but after all this time of me denying you, I wonder if you could actually manage it? Imagine how much pressure you’d be under and I think Christine would want to supervise to make sure you were pleasing me. If you weren’t performing like a real man I think she’d be very angry with you. After all, you’ve been whining about wanting to be inside me for so long, and then if I gave you the chance and you couldn’t get it up, or if you came too soon. What kind of man would you be?”

As she spoke I found my cock was dripping – everything she said was turning me on so much! The thought of actually being inside her was so intoxicating, so…

“Mistress Laura…” I gasped, “I beg you please. I will do anything you ask, play any game that you and Mistress Christine think up. I am begging you as your devoted slave that you please, please allow me to make love to you. Please. Just tell me what I need to do!” I didn’t think I could be any more groveling, and clearly Laura was delighted by my pathetic request.

She chuckled into the phone – a low throaty sound. “Oh my goodness, what a speech that was. Poor little maggot! You sound so pathetic and so desperate, do you really want to be inside me? Would you really like to be the first person to be there? Do you want to deflower me?”

“Oh God yes, please Mistress!” I begged. “I promise you I’ll do anything, anything you ask. I’ll take any punishment, just please let me make love to you.”

“Well I’m quite impressed by your enthusiasm,” she said, “but words are cheap. I wonder if you can really back them up with actions. I have to say I’m feeling so horny at the thought of you being inside me. I’m wondering if I can wait. Maybe tomorrow I should go and look up my old boyfriend Tony in the village here. He ditched me because I wouldn’t let him fuck me when I was seventeen. Maybe when he sees the new me he’d be happy to take my virginity. If I let you make love to me next weekend, would you let me go and fuck Tony tomorrow? I’m told he can do it three or four times on the trot. All the girls at school used to talk about him.”

I didn’t like the way this was going. “Please Mistress, ask me anything else, but I can’t stand the thought of you with another man. I love you too much.”

Laura was silent for a few seconds. When she spoke her voice was severe. “So let me get this clear in my mind. You tell me you’ll do anything to make love to me, but when I ask you if it’s OK for me to relieve my sexual tension this weekend, you say no. Do I understand you correctly?”

“Mistress please!” I begged. “Don’t say it that way. I love you and I want to be the first to be with you…”

“Oh I see!” she said. “That’s what it is! It’s the virginity thing! But I won’t be the first girl you’ve had, will I, John?”

I was stuck now I’d already admitted my previous relationships to Laura. The fact that she was only a virgin through her own stubbornness – I would have quite happily obliged! Well, I supposed that really didn’t matter.

“No Mistress,” I said quietly.

“So it’s OK for you to sow your wild oats,” she said quietly, “but I can’t ask one old boyfriend to fuck me, is that what you’re telling me? I think maybe I was wrong when I assumed you’re becoming a good slave.”

“No Mistress, please, I beg you,” I paused, “please Mistress; I would die for the honor of making love to you next weekend. If you’d like to see Tony tomorrow and ask him to…to, well to fuck you, then as your devoted slave I must comply with your wishes.”

“Oh my God, can you hear yourself?” she asked in a mocking tone. “Comply with my wishes? What kind of crap is that? If you were a really devoted slave you would be begging me to go and see Tony tomorrow. This is something that would make me happy and you’re making it all about your needs. Typical stupid man!”

I summoned up my words, “Mistress, I beg you to go and see Tony tomorrow. I beg you to let him make love to you as many times as he wants. Please Mistress, will you do that?”

“Mmmmm, that’s an interesting request,” she said, more calmly now. “Do you think I should wear my leather look jeans – the ones you came all over last week? He’s into big motor bikes, so I think he’d go for the look.”

“Yes Mistress, you should wear those jeans. You look like a Goddess in them. He won’t be able to resist you,” I said miserably.

“When we were going out he always wanted me to give him a blow job,” she said idly, “but I hate the thought, as you know of course. So maybe if I offered to let him come in my mouth he’d like that, do you think? You’re sort of like a man, so maybe you can give me some advice?”

I gritted my teeth. “Yes Mistress, he’d love that, he’d be crazy not to love that. I know I’d love that.”

“Oh, poor maggot!” she chuckled. “You’d like me to do that for you wouldn’t you? You’d like me to take your silly little sissy cock in my mouth and suck you until you come. Isn’t that what you’d like?”

“Yes please, Mistress,” I said sheepishly, “that really would be amazing.”

“Well don’t get carried away!” she said flatly. “That’s not going to happen with you and me. But I feel so horny right now that I really think somebody like Tony – a real hunky man – oh yes I think I’d really like to give him a BJ. I’ve never tasted a man’s come. Maybe I’ll like it. Oh but you’ve tasted it, haven’t you? Does it taste nice?”

I blushed – of course Laura made me lick up my own come when I jerked off on her boots or her jeans. “It’s an acquired taste I think,” I answered tactfully.

She giggled. “Well you seem to have acquired it. OK then, I’ll pop round and see Tony tomorrow. Thanks for the suggestion sweetheart; I really don’t know what I’d do without you. Lucky I brought those sexy jeans with me. Then maybe we can talk about the possibility of you making love to me next weekend. Would you like that?”

I noticed the way she phrased it had suddenly gone from “make love to me” to “the possibility of…” This seemed be fitting the pattern of how Christine and Laura treated me now. But why did I find it so erotic?

“Oh yes, Mistress, I would really like that please, Mistress!” I pleaded.

“OK, we’ll see. But I want you to promise me something else too,” she said.

“Anything Mistress!” I told her, more than a hint of desperation in my voice.

“I know it’ll be two weeks by the time we see each other again, but you swear to me that you won’t jerk off! I can tell you that Christine is planning to go and visit her mum next weekend, so we’ll have the house to ourselves. Just the two of us John, all weekend, just think what we can do together without Christine around! I want you to be a really good boy, and not go wanking this week, and so we can have an amazing time next weekend. But you need to promise me!”

After the level of arousal from the phone call I wasn’t sure if I could do that, but if Laura was going to let me make love to her…

“I promise, Mistress!” I said fiercely.

“Say it all please!” Laura ordered.

“I promise I will not jerk off all week Mistress! I swear!”

“OK then, make sure you stick to that promise. You know one of the reasons I still think there might be a future for you and me is that I feel I can trust you John. I always know when you’re lying, and you’ve always kept your promises to me. That means a lot John, you need to understand that. OK, now I’m dripping inside here, I need to finger myself, I want you to be nice and sexy on the phone to me so I can get to sleep afterwards. I need all the sleep I can get if I’m going to be nice and fresh for Tony tomorrow. No wanking for you afterwards mind you! Remember your promise!”

For the rest of the call I played our usual game of phone sex. Laura was indeed highly aroused because she came within a minute of starting to finger herself. This time I was not allowed to touch myself, of course, and I spent a rather restless night thinking about Laura and Tony the next day.

The rest of the week passed in a similar way. Each time we spoke on the phone Laura reminded me of my promise, and the potential reward at the weekend. On the third call I managed to ask if she’d seen Tony, and she said she had, and that they’d had a wonderful time. But she wouldn’t say anything about if they’d had sex, and of course I wasn’t allowed to ask. It was sheer torture. It was then I made my fatal mistake.

Friday finally came and I made the bus journey to Laura’s house. For me the whole two weeks had been one huge series of sexual teasing sessions – with Laura forbidding me to masturbate and, when I spoke to her on the phone, declining to describe what had happened when she saw Tony.

As I opened the door I knew Laura had something special in mind. She was wearing her red, silky dressing gown at six o’clock in the evening, and wrapped around her neck was one of those scarf things the women wear these days – a pashmina is it called? What was she hiding under all that, I wondered?

We hugged and kissed for ages in the corridor, and as my hands moved up and down her body I could feel she was wearing something under the gown, but I couldn’t figure out what. There was a distinct rustling sound from the garment that I was finding very intriguing.

“What do you think it is?” she asked me coyly. At least that’s what I think she said because she was giving me a deep French kiss at the time. God this weekend was going to be fantastic!

“I ordered it last week but it took ages to get here,” she whispered. Her eyes were sparkling with excitement.

Then I realized. A few weeks earlier I’d shown Laura a few kinky clothes websites. One of my long standing fantasies was to buy her a black cat suit. PVC was the most practical because I could never afford one in leather – cat suit and thigh length boots. It was something I’d dreamed about for ages, but it couldn’t be a catsuit. As she’d opened the door I’d caught a glimpse of naked leg above her black stiletto boots so it couldn’t be a catsuit.

She led me into the dining room and pointed to a box on the dining room table. Next to it was a pair of black kid leather gloves. It was the pair of tight gloves Laura wore for weddings and fancy occasions. She’d worn them a couple of weeks earlier for her trip to Loughborough. I could still remember the taste of the leather as she slid her fingers into my mouth to calm me down. She moved over to the table and carefully slid the gloves over each hand, pressing down between each finger and flexing each hand several times. I was mesmerized by the act.

“First you have to open Christine’s present,” she said when she was satisfied that there was not a single wrinkle in either glove. The statement took me by surprise.

“Christine got me a present? B-but why?” I asked incredulously.

It was probably a fart cushion or something grotesque. I knew that Christine would do anything to make my life with Laura less pleasant. Laura moved around in front of me and took my face in her hands. The leather of the gloves was still slightly cold, but I could smell it. Her fingers were reaching around close to my ears and I could hear the soft creak of the leather as one hand stroked my fringe back. In the high heeled boots Laura was a couple of inches taller than me and the whole effect was making me feel quite giddy.

“OK my love. We need to go into character now, are you ready?” Laura asked gently. Of course if Christine had been there I would have been slapped or pushed around already by now.

“Err, yes. OK. I mean yes, Mistress Laura,” I stammered, lowering my eyes.

Without prompting I dropped to the floor and began to kiss the toe of her left boot. I heard a quiet chuckle and she altered her stance to move the boot closer to me. She let me work on the left boot for a minute or so, and then swapped feet.

“Other boot, sweetheart,” she said softly, “keep to the toes, and keep your head down. I don’t want you peeking under my dressing gown!” she ordered more firmly. She had me switch back and forth between the boots three or four times, and then moved away. She walked towards the door of the lounge and turned back to me.

“OK that’s enough boot worship. I think Christine’s present can wait for a few minutes actually. You need to get unpacked and get a quick shower. Your collar, lead, and a pair of nice, dirty panties are on the bed upstairs. That’s all you need to be wearing when you come down. Fifteen minutes, and if it’s a minute longer there’ll be trouble. Go!” she said, and disappeared into the lounge.

Fifteen minutes was pushing it. I hurried upstairs and unpacked quickly. I knew Laura wouldn’t stand for anything untidy and so I was as careful as I could to arrange my clothes in the drawer. I stripped off and rushed to the bathroom. As I was running the shower the water was cold – it wasn’t running hot at all. I wondered what setting the heating was on. I could easily go down and check but that would waste time. Shit, I’d have to take a cold shower. February is generally the coldest winter month in the UK, and today was freezing. The cold shower certainly put paid to the huge erection I had following the session downstairs!

I toweled dry quickly, and made sure everything in the bathroom was neat and tidy then went back to the bedroom. I sniffed the panties gingerly; they were definitely not clean which is typical of Christine’s idea of a good trick these days. I slid my legs into them, then buckled on the collar. The previous week Christine had punished me for not wearing it tightly enough and she’d marked the hole I was supposed to use with a pen. I was fiddling in the mirror to try and get it right. Was that the right one? Bugger! It would have to do. I clipped on the lead, and then hurried down the stairs and into the lounge. I was doing well because I had about a minute to spare.

Laura was leafing through a copy of Cosmo. Her legs were crossed and those long legs with the stiletto boots looked fantastic. I stood there, panting and shivering slightly after the shower, and after a while she appeared to notice me.

“Oh, you’re here finally,” she said, carefully marking her place in the magazine and putting it down on the sofa next to her. “I meant to tell you to turn the hot water back on before you went up. Was the shower a bit chilly?” There was an evil twinkle in her eye as she asked. I might have guessed.

“It was fine, Mistress,” I said, trying to stop shivering, “I didn’t want to keep you waiting.”

She lazily glanced down at her watch with a sigh of boredom.

“Oh dear! Oh dear me. But you did keep me waiting, didn’t you? You’re ten seconds late.” She looked up at me with her head tilted on one side, eyebrows arched slightly, as if to ask,

“What am I going to do about that, maggot?”

“But Laura…err…Mistress Laura, I mean,” I stammered, “I was actually ready well on time, but we were talking before you checked your watch and…”

Laura interrupted me with a wave of her hand. “That’s quite enough from you,” she said firmly, “if you can’t be ready on time that’s not my problem! You’re always blaming other people for your problems John. That is so typical of you! Christine warned me that you’d start slacking while she’s away, and she was right, wasn’t she? Eh? Answer me!” Her voice was still so gentle, almost exasperated at how I was screwing up.

“Yes,” I said, “yes, I’m sorry, Mistress. I should have been faster but…err,” I furiously tried to think of something to say that wouldn’t sound like a whining excuse. “…but I was really distracted wondering what you’ve got on under that dressing gown. I’m sure you look fantastic and…” she cut me off.

“Oh so you were daydreaming, were you?” she asked, sounding annoyed. “Bloody typical! Yes, this is exactly what Christine was talking about, but luckily she’s bought you something that will sort you out. Go and get her present. Bring it here now. Do you think you can do that without going off into a trance?”

“Of course, Mistress Laura, right away!” I answered, and hurried into the dining room and looked at the table. But the box was gone! Shit, where was it? For pity’s sake it was there before the shower. My mind was reeling at this point. This evening had started brilliantly, with Laura wearing something new and sexy that I didn’t even know about, and I was screwing it all up. Where was the bloody box?

“What are you doing in there?” Laura called from the lounge.

I was frantic now. I scampered back into the lounge. Laura was standing in the middle of the room, hands on hips. There was a puzzled expression on her face. I dropped to the floor, on my knees and put my forehead onto the carpet.

“Please Mistress…” I pleaded, “…I can’t find the box.! It’s not on the table. I’m sorry, really I am. Please, please. I’ll do anything. Please punish me for being stupid, please Mistress!”

Laura let me blubber for a minute or so, she slowly took two steps towards me. She placed the sharp heel of her right boot into my bare shoulder and pressed it into my flesh. The pain was delicious. She twisted the heel back and forth for a few seconds, and then she moved the heel onto my back and drew it back towards my shoulder. The scraping agony over my skin was fantastic! I felt that things were going to be OK. I’d screwed up, but Laura was punishing me. I would get to see the new outfit, I would give her a couple of fantastic orgasms and she would allow me to make love to her like she’d promised. God that would be so good!

Laura continued to criss-cross my back with the heel. She was giggling softly as she did it. “You like that, don’t you?” she asked.

“Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress!” I mumbled through the carpet.

“Do you know why you couldn’t find the box?” she asked teasingly, and continued to draw red lines across my back.

“Err, because I’m a stupid slave?”

A big chuckle. “Well yes, obviously, you silly thing, but there’s another reason, can you guess what it is?”

It suddenly dawned on me, “Because you moved it while I was in the shower?” I said, incredulously. I started to rise up to look her in the eye but she ground the heel of her boot into my shoulder again and pushed me back down.

“Steady there, maggot!” she said firmly. She moved the sole of her boot onto my head and pressed down firmly.

“You need to keep calm,” she ordered. “Yes I moved the box. It’s on the sofa in plain view. It was right next to me all the time and you were too stupid to notice. So why didn’t you realize that when you went into the dining room?” The boot pressed down harder.

“Well?” she asked sharply. “Why?”

“Because…” I was desperately trying to think of the right answer. Well not the right answer, of course, but the answer she wanted to hear.

Laura switched feet now and ground her left heel into my back. She was standing at the side of me now and raked the heel again and again across the small of my back. Christ it hurt, but I felt fantastic. I felt the same as when I was with Christine sometimes, wanting to just give in and surrender. That was it! That was what she wanted, complete surrender.

“Because I’m a stupid slave Mistress!” I sobbed. “I should have realized you moved the box it was quite obvious. I should have seen it. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” I gasped out the last few words and Laura lifted the boot from my back.

“Very good. We’re making some progress at last,” she said, walking back in front of me. “Now, kneel up. Place your hands on your head. Move!” she barked.

Laura moved a few paces away from me. She stood with her booted feet apart; the gloved hands were on her hips. The red silky dressing gown was draped over her, with that scarf around her neck. What the heck was she wearing underneath?

“OK, I’m going to show you my new outfit now.”

With a few quick flourishes she swept the scarf from her neck, untied the sash and let the dressing gown fall to the floor.

I gasped. She was wearing a black, PVC leotard with long sleeves and a high neck. The sleeves had a zip down to the wrist and Laura had rolled the sleeves up so they didn’t show out of the sleeves of her dressing gown. Now she slowly rolled them down and zipped them up, adjusting the gloves so there was no skin showing. I saw that there was a zip all the way up the front of the leotard, plus there were zips over each breast. As I gaped, mouth open now, she did a slow twirl for me to see her gorgeous backside, all tight and shiny. The front zip went right around to the small of her back! Oh Christ, I thought I might just come right now, she looked so hot. She began to slowly pace up and down in front of me.

“Well?” she demanded, “what do you think?”

“I think it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen…Mistress,” I was quite proud of myself for remembering her title under the circumstances.

“Would you like to touch it?” she asked, moving within inches of my face. As she’d turned I saw another zip fastener at the back – so I could unzip it from either end. My God I could….

“Would you like to touch it?” she asked more sharply.

I snapped back into reality. “Oh yes please, yes please Mistress Laura! Please may I touch you?” I croaked.

“Well that was the plan you silly ass!” she chuckled. All at once I felt the warmth flow through me. In a few seconds she’d allow me to touch her, make love to her, and then I could relieve the aching throb in my balls. But Laura hadn’t finished. She moved away from me and sat down.

“But before I give you permission to touch me, let’s get serious. As you know John, this weekend I promised we’d talk about the possibility of you making love to me.”

Although my mind was distracted by the amazing sight in front of me, I noticed again that the language had become even vaguer. Suddenly we were now only going to “talk about the possibility…”

But at least she’d said it! My breathing became a series of short gasps. I couldn’t believe after all this time…

“Thank you, Mistress!” I gasped.

“Wait a minute!” she said, a warning finger pointed at me. “Let’s not get too excited! We don’t want any accidents. It might not be tonight. It depends on how you behave.”

“I’ll be very good, Mistress, I promise you!” I had to swallow hard, my mouth was so dry.

“You see, that’s what I’m talking about!” she said, rolling her eyes. “You interrupted me. You’re getting far too excited and you’re forgetting yourself. The clothes pegs are on the table over there. Go and get them and I’ll put them on for you to teach you a lesson.”

I quickly scampered over to the table and fetched the pegs. They might hurt, but it was worth it. I knew I had to stay cool. I was finally going to be able to make love to Laura. She took the clothes pegs from my hands and carefully placed them onto my nipples.

“There. Hopefully that might calm you down a bit. Now listen. I’ve been really looking forward to the idea of you being inside me. I’ve got it all planned out. You’ll need to wear a condom, but don’t worry I’ve bought some. I’ve got a six pack because we don’t know how many times we’ll do it, do we, darling?”

My mind was whirling now. She was actually planning for me to make love to her several times! Fantastic!

“As you command, Mistress!” I said; my head bowed as I’d been taught. I could feel my body trembling with excitement now!

“Good!” she said, nodding. “I’ve bought this outfit especially for you to make love to me. Did you see the zip here?” she asked, twisting round on the sofa so I could see her back. “It runs all the way from my neck and right around to the small of my back. Can you see, John? You may answer me.”

“I did see it, Mistress,” I said, my voice shaking, “it’s really wonderful. Gosh, you look so sexy Mistress Laura, I can’t believe it!”

“You can unzip me from the bottom or the top,” she added. “So you can be inside me, and as we’re making love you can stroke your hands up and down the PVC on the sides of my body. I think you’ll like that, won’t you?”

“Yes Mistress, that would be so good!” I licked my lips and managed another swallow. I was breathing so hard through my mouth that it kept drying up every few seconds.

“And I’ll keep these stiletto boots on so I can push my heels into your buttocks. I’m going to make some deep scratches on your flesh. And I know you’ll love that!” she smiled kindly as she said it.

“Y-yes Mistress!” I felt tears of delight pooling in my eyes. “Thank you so much! I…I don’t know what to say. I love you so much! You’re very good to me, Mistress!”

She leaned forward and cupped my face in her gloved hands. She slid one hand across my mouth and pressed gently. I breathed in the smell of the leather through my nose and closed my eyes as two of her fingers slid gently past my lips and into my mouth.

“Keep your hands on your head, sweetheart,” she whispered, and moved her other hand down onto the peg on my right nipple. She tugged it repeatedly, twisting it so the pain shot through me. I gasped, but tried to stay as still as I could.

“Good!” she said, moving to the other peg and repeating the process. “Good maggot, you’re getting used to these now, aren’t you?”

I nodded. She removed her gloved hand from my mouth and leaned in to kiss me. She was drooling and I felt her warm saliva slip into my open mouth and drank it eagerly. She pulled back and smiled.

“I want you to be inside me darling,” she whispered. “We’ve been waiting so long, I’m so sorry we didn’t do it before. You’re so sweet to be patient with me. So understanding.”

I smiled back and was about to say something when Laura spoke again.

“Oh, I remember now! There was something I asked you to do – or rather not to do,” she chuckled. “Remember you gave me your solemn promise not to wank this week. I assume you kept that promise?”

She was looking me directly in the eye as she asked and I knew instantly that she’d catch me in a lie. I paused, taking a trembling breath. I saw her frown. “But sweetie, you promised!” she said, sounding dismayed. “It was going to be so special!”

“I’m so sorry, Mistress!” I gasped. I started to take my hands off my head but she quickly took hold of them and replaced them. She sat back in the chair, crossed her legs and folded her arms. She looked away from me, out the window.

“It was just the one time!” I spluttered. “I woke in the middle of the night and I’d been dreaming of you. It was a couple of nights after you told me you were going to see Tony. I was…well I suppose when you said what you were going to do for him, I wanted that for myself. I was dripping wet and I think I probably touched myself in my sleep. It wasn’t deliberate, Mistress, I promise you! I was so looking forward to being inside you! I’d never have deliberately broken my promise to you!”

It was true. After two sleepless nights worrying about Laura with Tony, I’d fallen into a deep sleep on the Monday night. I’d had the most amazing dream about screwing both Laura and Christine and I’m quite sure I’d just grabbed myself and came right away. After two weeks of pent up frustration I came in seconds.

Laura was looking at the door now, her lips were pressed tightly together, and it looked like she might actually cry. I didn’t dare speak. My hopes of making love to her were fading. After a few seconds of pondering she turned back to me. I saw there were tears pooling at the bottom of her eyes, but they hadn’t spilled over – yet.

“It’s just as well that Christine’s gift arrived in time,” she said, sounding unusually calm. “Right! Let’s see if you can follow some simple instructions. First, you will fold up those clothes that are on the floor. Second you will open the present that Mistress Christine has thoughtfully bought for you. Get on with it!” she spat, bouncing her crossed leg up and down impatiently.

I quickly folded my clothes as instructed, and then turned to the mysterious gift. The plain white box was about half the size of a shoebox. My hands were trembling as I opened it. Inside was a collection of clear plastic bits and pieces and some instruction leaflets. I looked at one of the leaflets. After a few seconds I blurted out… “What the fuck is…”

Laura leapt up from the sofa. With her right hand she grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. She slapped me, not very hard, with her left hand. She’s right handed and I always joke that she hits like a girl!

“How many times do you need to be told not to use that word? I told you there’d be punishment if you used it in front of me! Open your mouth. Open it!” she hissed.

Without thinking I opened my mouth and Laura leaned down and to my total shock she spat into my mouth. Most of the spit went in, but some of it sprayed around, and even into my eyes. I coughed and tried to struggle free of her hand in my hair.

“Wash your mouth out! Go on. Swallow my spit, you dirty little maggot!” she ordered.

I was still in shock, but closed my mouth anyway. As I did it there was a turmoil of feelings in my mind. My immediate thought was that somebody had spit in my mouth and it was revolting, but then I thought “hey – we French kiss all the time, and I love the feeling of Laura’s saliva flowing into my mouth then – so why is this any different?” Then my overriding feeling was that this was an incredibly intimate punishment, and it really turned me on. I swallowed.

“Open up again!” Laura ordered. “Come on, let’s get that foul mouth nice and clean.”

I opened wide and she spat again – this time her lips actually touched mine and I felt all of her warm saliva hitting the inside of my mouth. This time I didn’t need to be ordered to swallow.

“Good boy. Is it clean yet?” she asked, shaking my head gently by my hair, and placing a gloved hand around my jawbone.

“I…I think there’s still some dirty stuff in there, Mistress,” I managed to stammer.

Laura beamed at me playing along. She leaned over and kissed my forehead. Thank goodness we seemed to have passed beyond her dark mood. Then she eased my jaw open with her hand. She pretended to examine the inside of my mouth carefully.

“Hmmm. Yes. I think I got most of it, but there’s a bit up there I missed. Open wide!” she ordered.

I opened my mouth as wide as it would go. Laura leaned it and spat once, twice and a third time. There wasn’t much actual spit at this stage because I think her mouth was drying up. But it was the act of humiliation that was important. It was fantastic.

“Good boy!” she said warmly. “Good boy. You took your punishment really well, wasn’t that a fantastic idea? Christine suggested it. She said that you need to watch your language sometimes and that would be a great punishment. She’s looking forward to doing it you as well.”

I thought about that one briefly. It was one thing to have Laura, lovely sweet beautiful Laura, spitting in my mouth. After all, we shared saliva all the time when we kissed. But that bitch Christine? She might be gorgeous, but she was the one taking Laura away from me. Did I really want her spitting into my mouth? A more primitive part of me made the decision. My initial surprise when Laura spat in my mouth caused a bit of a floppy situation downstairs. But when Laura mentioned Christine doing the same, Percy Penis suddenly burst into life and was straining at the satin panties Laura had made me put on. What the heck was going on here? Why was I getting really turned on by the thought of Christine doing that?

At that point my attention was brought back to the collection of stuff on the floor in front of me. Laura had returned to sit on the sofa. She was looking at me expectantly.

“This is a male chastity device,” she said, looking at me with a wicked smile. She saw me begin to speak and held up a warning finger. “Hear me out. You’ve been wearing various cycle shorts and things for all the time we’ve been sleeping together. Because I’d discussed with Christine that maybe you and I would be having proper sex, she said the only way to keep you under control in the week, while we’re away from each other would be for you to wear one of these. That way when you do make love to me you’ll enjoy it so much more. That was what I’d planned for you today until you ruined it!”

I was still staring quizzically at the collection of clear plastic in front of me. “Sorry Mistress, I still don’t think I understand what this is.”

Laura gave me a sympathetic look. “It’s a device that’s really popular in the BDSM lifestyle world. This is a kit of bits and pieces that will assemble around your balls, and hold this tube in place over your dick, see?”

She held up a clear plastic tube that had a series of slots cut into it. Sure enough, it looked like the shell of a flaccid dick.

“These slots allow you to have a pee, and to keep yourself clean during the week,” she explained.

I gulped. “Errr. You mean I have to wear it during the whole week at university?” I didn’t like the sound of that.

“Eventually, yes we need to make sure we choose the right ring size so you can be secure, but as comfortable as possible. Let me show you, darling.”

She slipped off her leather gloves and reached into the collection of bits. She pulled out a ring-shaped piece and leaned down towards my crotch. I felt her fumbling around my balls and immediately started to get hard.

“Oh dear!” she chuckled. “We’ll need to do something about that in a minute. Does the thought of being in chastity excite you that much?”

I wanted to tell her that it was actually the fact that she was touching my genitals for the first time in…well a long time.

“No, I think that one’s too small,” she said. “Hang on; there are bigger ones in the box.”

After some trial and error Laura had assembled the back end of the CB3000 – that was the name of the wretched thing but now she was stuck. My hard on was not going away and she needed to get the small plastic tube onto me to complete the assembly.

“Think of something horrible like school dinners, or Margaret Thatcher or something,” she chuckled. It was no good. Percy was standing at attention, and while Laura was so fixated on my genitals he was not going to go to sleep.

“I’m sorry Mistress – he’s looking forward to being inside you. That’s the problem,” I chuckled.

“Well we need to get the fitting right on this first. Then we can talk about the other thing later. Wait a minute, I’ve got an idea. Don’t move a muscle – I’ll be back!” she said with a wicked grin on her face.

With a creak of PVC she got up from the sofa and left the room. Two minutes later she was back with a sandwich bag half full of ice cubes. She sat down in front of me and pressed the bag onto my throbbing shaft. It was freezing cold! I winced, but managed to keep my hands on my head as ordered. In a few seconds it had worked – Percy was as limp as an in-flight sandwich. Laura quickly grabbed the plastic tube and dribbled some kind of liquid into it from a small bottle.

“This is a lubricant – it’ll help your dick slide in,” she said. “Obviously if it rubs too much it’ll cause you to get hard again, and you don’t want that to happen when you’re inside, believe me! There just isn’t enough room for you!”

She clipped the tube onto the base frame of the CB3000 and I was in! Finally she took a small brass padlock from the box and slid the hasp through a hole in the CB3000. There was a small “click” and it was locked.

“Wh-what are those?” I asked, pointing at a set of three base rings that seemed to have different sized spikes on the inside.

Laura chuckled. “Oh wow yes, Christine bought you those as an extra. If we find that you’re getting hard even in the chastity device, we can add one of those rings. The spikes dig into the top of your cock I think. That should be a great way to correct your behavior, don’t you think?”

“I suppose so,” I said slowly. I wasn’t very sure about this.

“That’s great!” she said, giggling with delight. “Oh John, you look so…so cool! And this padlock will make sure you can’t get it off and wank without either Christine or me allowing it,” she beamed a huge smile at me.

Laura had pulled down the satin panties to put the device on me. Now she slid them back up my legs and over the frightful plastic prison. As she stood up there was a quiet squeak of the PVC as she slid her arms around me and pulled me towards her.

“Don’t touch remember!” she whispered. “But can you see how useful it is? I feel completely safe now, even in this outfit.”

She began kissing me on my forehead and cheeks as her hand slid up and down my back. Her finger tips ran along the tiny wheals left by her boot heels on my back. Her right hand came around the back of my head and pressed me into her soft lips. I remained with my hands on my head, remembering that I hadn’t been given permission to touch her yet, even though I was longing to feel the tight PVC stretched over her body. Laura continued to French kiss me – pushing her tongue deep into my mouth. I felt giddy with delight, all the sensations swirling around my head.

Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my balls. I bent down with a gasp. Percy was obviously trying to get aroused inside his plastic prison. The pressure of my expanding cock was squeezing the base ring into my ball sack, and it hurt.

“Having a problem darling?” said Laura is a voice thick with irony.

“It hurts!” I said lamely.

“Well of course it will if you go getting too excited,” she said in exasperation.

“Arrrrgh!” I said as the pressure increased. My hands were down between my legs, but there was nothing I could do.

Laura was putting on her dressing gown again.

“No...” I gasped, one hand raised in a plea.

“Oh darling, I think it’s for the best really, don’t you?” asked Laura. “Besides which, you’ve got so many chores to do. There’s the cleaning, of course. We did a wash last night too so there’s a ton of ironing which will take your mind off it. Christine rented us a DVD the other night that has to go back tomorrow and I want to watch it again. So off you go and make me a nice cup of tea.”

“But wait a minute!” I gasped. “I mean…please Mistress! I really would like to enjoy you in your new outfit before we have sex, but it’s not really going to work if I’m stuck in this thing. Why don’t you unlock me for now and let’s have a cuddle?” I pleaded; the pain was now really quite bad.

Laura walked back to me and placed my arms back on my head before she slid her arms around my waist. “Well, I meant to tell you that actually, my darling,” she whispered into my ear, “remember that I ordered you not to wank this week?” I nodded, dumbly. “And you did anyway, didn’t you?” Another nod and dread began to seep into my heart. “Well Christine said that if you admitted to wanking then I should put the chastity device on you. Well you did, didn’t you? You admitted it and everything.”

She’d stepped back and was standing, arms folded and looking down at me from those towering heels.

“Yessss. But I said I was sorry for that. Please Laura, please, Mistress, let me out!” I was sounding desperate now. Ironically the pain in my genitals had subsided because Percy was shrinking fast – he must know something I thought.

“Well Christine took the key with her to Yorkshire!” Laura delivered the news like it was exactly what I should expect.

It took a few seconds for it to sink in. “Wait a minute!” I said, reaching out and holding Laura upper arms. “Wait a minute! Jesus Christ! You mean I’m stuck in this thing all weekend?” I gasped.

Laura shrugged out of my grip and pressed one hand into my chest to move me back away from her.

“No, you fucking moron!” she said, frowning. “You’re stuck in this thing all week! Christine doesn’t get back until Monday morning and you’ll be leaving tomorrow night. You won’t see that key until you get here next Friday!” Laura’s voice had grown unusually stern.

I felt dizzy. I couldn’t take this in. Even Christine wouldn’t, couldn’t. Not this. But as I stood there, almost leaning on Laura’s outstretched hand now; it began to dawn on me. Christine had planned this all along. I remember Laura saying that it was Christine who encouraged her to buy the leotard, Christine who had bought the fucking chastity device, and it was Christine who had tricked me, and Laura into putting the bloody thing on. Oh shit! Why didn’t I realize there was a padlock on the bloody thing? Why didn’t I check if there were keys? Wait a minute.

“Right!” I said. “This thing’s only made of plastic. I can probably snap it off.”

“Well you can try,” Laura said flatly. “But Christine read through some of the online forums. This thing is made of poly-something or other anyway it’s what they make police riot helmets out of.”

“Lexan…” I mumbled, “Polycarbonate.” I was a chemistry student after all.

“That’s it!” she exclaimed. “It’s really tough. If you try to snap it off you’ll probably castrate yourself, that’s what it says on the forums.”

“OK then, I’ll find a hacksaw and cut it off,” I said firmly.

Laura walked over to the sofa. She sat down and stared me in the eyes.

“So go ahead. Cut it off,” she said, an evil smile on her face. “How do you think Christine’s going to feel about that? The special present she chose for you? I think she’s going to be pretty pissed off.”

As the words sank in I realized I was in trouble here. I remembered Christine’s threat to turn Laura against me. I wasn’t sure she could do it, but up until now it had been easier to avoid the risk than confront it, but a week in this fucking plastic trap! I couldn’t, could I?

“But you promised we’d make love!” I said, sounding really pathetic now.

Laura held out her hand and pulled me down next to her on the sofa. She kissed me on the cheek. “And you could have had me, my darling,” she whispered in my ear. “Just think – right this second you could have been sliding your big hard cock into me. You should feel how wet I am. It would have slid into me so easily.” As she spoke she began to play with my nipples. The pain in my groin was unbearable, but I didn’t want her to stop.

“But you had to have a wank, didn’t you?” she asked gently. “You just had to break your promise. You swore an oath to me, John. I trusted you and you betrayed me. So do you really think I’m over-reacting by locking you up? Am I being unreasonable, expecting you to keep your word? Tell me if you think I am!”

I was trembling again. I didn’t know if it was anger, or sexual frustration or maybe loathing of myself for being weak. If I’d just resisted that one fucking time! Laura looked so wonderful.

“I…I suppose not. I’m sorry, Mistress,” I said meekly.

“Good boy,” she whispered, and kissed me on the lips. “It’s good to see you accepting your punishment, John. It’s making me happy. You want to make me happy, don’t you?”

“Of course I do…” I started to say. Then I had a brainwave.

“I obey my Mistress.

I love my Mistress.

She is my Goddess, and the one I worship,” I repeated my mantra for her, my eyes cast down to the floor.

“Oh John, you’re so sweet,” Laura whispered, “that’s such a lovely mantra. Now darling, you can get down and kiss my boots to thank me.”

I dropped to the floor and began to worship her boots. I tried to channel my utter frustration into doing the best job I could. Last weekend I was allowed to come over her boots, but that obviously wasn’t going to happen this weekend.

Laura moved forward on the sofa and spread her legs. She wriggled round behind her and I heard the sound of the zipper opening, and then felt her hand grasping my hair. She pulled my head up between her legs. Without having to be told I started to lick her.

The rest of the evening passed very slowly for me. Laura enjoyed my diligent attentions for about fifteen minutes coming three or four times then she sent me away to make her a drink. I was then told to get on with the mountain of chores.

When I’d finished I reported back to Laura, who’d taken off her boots and now had her feet up on a footstool, in a pair of fluffy slippers, as she watched TV.

“All done?” she asked brightly. “Good maggot! I’ll take your word for it that you’ve done a decent job. On your knees here!” She pointed to the stool. “I want you to massage my feet while I’m watching the end of the film,” she told me.

I dropped to my knees and gently removed Laura’s slippers. Her legs were bare, and I began to rub her left foot carefully.

“Here – use this baby lotion!” She threw a plastic bottle to me. For the next fifteen minutes I gently massaged her feet. It was the first time I’d tried a foot massage and she gave me frequent advice on the best way to do it.

“So how are you feeling about your chastity?” she asked eventually.

“If it pleases you, Mistress, then I’m happy to submit to it,” I replied quietly.

“It certainly does please me!” she said forcefully. “It’s about time we got your dreadful wanking habit under control, so this device is going to play a big part in our relationship from now on, do you understand me?”

I took a deep breath. “Yes Mistress Laura. I understand.” I kept my head down looking at the floor like Christine had told me. I put my hands behind my back. Laura remained silent for what seemed an age. She stretched her left foot towards me and pressed against the chastity device through the shiny satin panties.

“Right! That’s good, that’s really good actually,” she said. She stood up and walked over to the sideboard. She opened a drawer, and took out an A4 envelope which she opened and extracted a piece of paper. “We need you to sign this paper,” she told me, laying it down on the top of the sideboard along with a pen.

I stumbled over to the sideboard and stared down at the paper. I saw the title “Slave Contract”, and line after line of densely typed text. I turned to Laura who was examining her nails and ignoring me.

“Don’t bother reading it,” she told me. “It basically says you’re our property now, and we can do what we want. You accept that you’ll be beaten, and most importantly that you’ll be kept in chastity. That’s the real point of this paper. We don’t want to end up being prosecuted because you get marked up with a whip, or have an accident and in hospital they find your dick locked up.”

My hand was trembling as I picked up the sheet of paper. “Err. It seems a bit final though. You’re very well organized,” I told her, a bit of sarcasm entering my voice.

“Christine found the template on the web. We altered it to add the chastity part. I think it’s so cool. We’re thinking of having…” she paused as if she’d said too much.

“What?” I gasped. “What are you thinking of now? What is she thinking of now?”

Laura walked away again. “You’re getting carried away again,” she said. “You need to calm down. Whatever we’re planning you know you’re going to love it. You love this, don’t you?” She opened the dressing gown and did a quick model pose in the leotard.

“Yes, of course, Mistress,” I said dejectedly.

“And if you were really truthful,” she chuckled, walking over and grasping the chastity device, “you’d admit that you love this too.” She stood there gently sliding her nose up and down my ear, nibbling my earlobe.

“What do you say to me, darling?” she whispered.

“I…” my mouth was bone dry.

“Yes? A little louder please.” She twisted the tube one way then the other.

“Ouch!” I gasped. Then…

“I obey my Mistress.

I love my Mistress.

She is my Goddess, and the one I worship.”

“Good little maggot!” Laura said, sounding pleased. She pulled upwards on the chastity device. I grunted with the pain. “And what do we say when we really like a present?” she asked me.

“Thank you, Mistress!” I gasped, really thinking she was trying to rip the wretched device right off my ball sack.

She held me there for what seemed like ages. I was teetering on tip toe. She was staring me in the eyes – and I could see the amusement in hers. Finally she let go and stepped away from me. I almost collapsed with relief.

“Very good! Get it signed then,” she told me. She went back over to the sofa and began to put her boots back on.

I reached down and scribbled my signature and date on the bottom of the paper. As soon as I finished she whisked the paper away, put it back in the envelope and then into the drawer.

She picked up her mobile phone which was also on the sideboard and completely ignoring me, walked over to the sofa and sat down. She hit a speed dial setting and after a few seconds somebody answered.

“Hi, it’s me.” A giggle, then a pause. “Yes, he loves the leotard. What? No, of course I didn’t let him touch it yet.” Pause, and a big chuckle. “Absolutely desperate is how I’d put it I think. I can see him looking at all the zips and wanting to…what’s that?” pause.

“Yes, you were right you clever little minx! He did wank this week. Can you believe it? Makes me wonder if he does it every day normally. Disgusting. What?” A long pause. As she was talking Laura was absent-mindedly ran her left hand over her body, sliding it down towards her boot, and then rubbing the shiny PVC over her left breast. I imagined I could even see her nipple getting hard under the thin, tight plastic. She was right about me gazing at those zips. I could undo that one and have her nipple in my mouth…

“I followed your advice to the letter. He was so taken with the leotard that he let me put the CB3000 on without a murmur. I definitely think the small brain was operating at that point.” Squeals of laughter.

“No, the smallest ring was too tight, but the next one up is fine – even he said it’s comfortable. What? Yes the lock’s on, and there’s no way he can squeeze out of it, I had a good pull on it myself. I think he’d castrate himself if he tried.” A pause, followed by fits of laughter.

“Maybe we can try that when you’re here with him, I’m sure he’d love it. Well, not at first obviously, but he’d get to like it,” she looked up into my eyes, making the point, “if he knows what’s good for him anyway.” A pause, she resumed the stroking of her thighs.

“He was really pissed off when he found out about the key. He wants to take it off for the gym and squash and stuff. Hmm? Yes, well we don’t want his weight going up again do we? So I think he’s got a point. Well we can talk about that Monday.” Another pause.

“Would you believe he’s signed it without a peep? Yes, no trouble at all. It’s in the drawer safe and sound.” Pause.

“I nearly blurted it out, but I stopped in time. He’s wondering what we’re up to. He thinks you’re crazy by the way. What? No, not a clue, don’t worry.” Laura stood up and turned away from me.

“I’m missing you too, Chrissie,” she said affectionately, walking out of the lounge and closing the door behind her.

I stood there like a statue. I could hear the muffled conversation, the giggles and the squeals of laughter in the other room. After a quiet pause I heard a familiar sound – groaning and the moaning of sexual excitement. I ran over to the door and put my ear against it. It was obvious that Laura was masturbating! What the fuck! She’d locked me in this bloody thing and now she was having phone sex with Christine! And I’d already gone down on her anyway! Christ, how had she suddenly become so sexually charged? And why wasn’t I getting any of it? Through the door I could hear the occasional muffled words in between groans.

“Yes darling, I know, yes….so hot…kiss you…hands are there…really love you…wish you were here now….oh yes!”

In a few minutes it was over. I scurried back into the middle of the room. There was a sharp pain as I stood on something in my bare feet. I looked down. It was one of the spare bits of this bastard chastity device. I bent down and started to tidy all the bits into the box.

I’d finished tidying and was standing in the middle of the room, hands behind my back when Laura came back in. She was still wearing the leotard and I noticed that her face was very flushed, although she’d taken the time to brush her hair and reapply her makeup. She looked gorgeous, and with pangs of jealousy my fists clenched in frustration.

“OK!” she said, rubbing her hands together. “Where were we?”

“Laura,” I managed to say, through gritted teeth. “Mistress…I could hear you next door you know.”

She raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips. “Well obviously! You were supposed to be able to hear it. How did it make you feel, maggot? To know that I was masturbating for Christine?”

She had gradually moved in front of me, arms still folded. I desperately wanted to reach out and touch her – touch that beautiful skin tight leotard. The fresh smell of her pussy was so strong. It was wafting up from her groin, but it was also all over her fingers.

“You’d never masturbate in front of me,” I said, sounding very bitter. “I asked you! I begged you even!”

“Well that’s the difference, isn’t it, sweetheart?” she said, smiling sweetly. “Christine doesn’t ask. She tells me what to do for her and that’s all you need to know really, isn’t it?”

She paused, and then reached out and held her fingers under my nose. The smell of her pussy was intoxicating now. Once again the pain in my groin was agonizing, but I fought the desire to say anything. But Laura has noticed my slight crouching movement and she looked down.

“Oops!” she said, the amusement obvious in her eyes. “You really need to get that under control.” She lowered her hands to my nipples and began to massage them gently.

“John, darling, you know I love you. If you hadn’t been so selfish and wanked off this week we’d be making love right now. If fact we’d probably be on the second or third time – assuming you’re capable of that. I bought plenty of condoms. I suppose we won’t need those now, will we?”

I bit my lip. That bloody one time! Maybe I should have lied about it, but I knew Laura would have been able to tell. She’d been looking right into my eyes when she asked. But there was something else…

“Mistress, please,” I said, staring down at the floor, “I know I shouldn’t ask, I’m sorry, but I desperately need to know. Did you let Tony make love to you on Sunday?” Laura burst out laughing and walked away from me. I remained standing there with my hands on my head.

“Oh my God!” she said, pronouncing each word. “Is that really the only thing you can think of to ask me? Did Tony fuck me last weekend! Did he take my precious virginity? Did he steal it away from you?” She was pacing behind me now, her tone taunting me.

“Well I can tell you that he would never let me put him into one of those fucking things!” she said. “Can you even imagine what a real man like him would do? If we ordered him to wear dirty panties? He’d laugh in my face if I dared to suggest it, and then he’d fuck me. He’d fuck me in my cunt, and then up my arse. And then he’d make me lick my own shit off his dick. That’s the kind of thing a real man would do. Not that you’d know, obviously.”

She’d drawn close and was whispering the words directly into my ear. Her hand dropped to the CB3000 and began to twist it through the panties, making me wince.

I was trembling so much I had to lock my hands together on my head. I screwed up my eyes and tried to make the images go away. I’d never met this Tony character, but images of a greasy biker flew into my mind – pushing Laura to the ground and taking her…

Laura slapped me hard across the cheek. “Stop being such a fucking wimp!” she cried. “It’s none of your business what happened last Sunday – do you understand?”

I nodded, tears dripping out of my eyes now. Inside the CB3000 my cock was exploding. I couldn’t believe the intense feeling of helplessness.

“But I will tell you this – little maggot!” she said, laughing. “You’re not the first person to see me in this outfit I wore it for Christine on Thursday night. We made love while I was wearing it. She ran her hands all over it while I was kissing and sucking her breasts, and then I licked her pussy and made her cum. And then I opened the crotch and she went down on me. We were in a 69 position and she had her hand either side of my waist. After I came the first time she unzipped each of these boob zips and kissed my breasts, and sucked on my nipples. She asked me not to wash these marks off until you saw them.” She reached up to her neck, grasped the zipper and pulled it down towards her belly button. She peeled back one side to reveal her right breast it was covered in lipstick smears. When she was sure I’d seen it, she peeled back the other side to show her left breast it too was covered in lipstick. There was a particular lip-shaped kiss mark exactly around the nipple.

“When I was on the phone just now Christine knew I was wearing this leotard, and she was very happy that I’d managed to get you to put on the chastity device. But she knows that she’s the only person to have touched me in this, and she knows that I’m not going to let you touch me,” she paused and lowered her voice to a whisper. “Ever!”

“But Laura, please!” I begged.

“OK, that was a slip in your manners!” she said viciously. “I may be a softie, but I’m not going to let that one go. I was going to let you lick the pussy smell off my fingers, but you’ve blown it. Now, fuck off, upstairs to bed and I’ll be up after I’ve had a shower and washed all this stink off me.”

It was only ten o’clock, but I headed upstairs obediently. I washed around the CB3000 as best I could, and cleaned my teeth. I slipped into the bed and considered all that had happened this evening.

I’d come to visit Laura desperately hoping that we would finally make love – real, proper sex with me inside her. But now I was locked into this plastic cock prison, and the only keys were a hundred miles away in Christine’s bag.

I lay there for another hour or so, unable to drop off to sleep, when Laura came into the room. I’d heard her in the bathroom taking a shower and now she came in wearing one of her black shiny one-piece swimsuits. This one had a lace-up front, and in the past Laura would allow me to tit-fuck her through it…but those days were gone. She was also carrying a small shopping bag.

“Right then!” she said in a businesslike tone. “If you’re going to be confined to the chastity device for long periods we need to keep your tubes clean. I’m going to milk your prostate. Obviously it’s the first time I’ve ever done something like this, but from now on you’ll need to have it done regularly once a week at least.”

“What? I don’t underst…” I mumbled.

“Look, moron!” Laura interrupted. “Because you’re locked in chastity your body will need to clear the tubes from you balls to your dick – I don’t know the medical terms. If the tubes don’t stay clear then it could lead to problems and your prostate gland can swell up apparently. So I’m going to do something called milking your prostate. That will cause fluid to seep out of your dick, clear the pipes, and empty your prostate gland.”

“My God, it sounds horrific. Is it like an orgasm then?” I said, appalled.

“Good grief no!” Laura said, sounding outraged at the thought. “You won’t get any sexual relief, obviously. But I think you’ll like the sensation – we were reading up on it online. It’s a common procedure apparently. I need you to crouch on all fours on the bed bum facing me please.”

As I moved into position Laura put on a pair of purple latex medical gloves, and poured a generous measure of baby oil onto her right palm. She rubbed the oil around her hand.

“I’m sliding a couple of fingers up your bottom,” she said. “Don’t worry – it’s just a few inches inside. Just keep your arse relaxed for me and it won’t hurt.”

I couldn’t quite believe what was happening to me, but I followed her orders and relaxed my ring piece as much as I could. She slid two fingers gently into my anus and pushed. This was a new experience for me – I’d never had anything inserted there before and it felt quite odd, but also rather nice.

When her fingers were a couple of inches in she began to press downwards gently.

“OK,” she said, “if I’m doing this right you should start to drip. It may take a couple of minutes so just relax and enjoy it. I’m not sure how long I need to keep this up so let’s just see what happens.”

The sensation was amazing. If I hadn’t been confined in the chastity device I would have really been enjoying it but after a minute or two of gentle massage I could feel something start to flow out of me.

“Is that nice sweetheart?” Laura asked me gently. “Do you like me milking you?”

“Yes. Err…yes Mistress!” I said rather dreamily. It was very nice. “It felt a bit weird at first, but yes, it’s really nice. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome John, and you’re being a nice brave boy for me. I need to keep this up for a couple more minutes though I reckon.”

Laura’s left hand was underneath the CB3000, and I peeked down towards my crotch. I could see a thin stream of fairly clear liquid dripping out of the hole in the bottom of the plastic tube and onto the waiting glove.

“Once you’ve been wearing this for a few weeks I think the milking sessions will need to go on a lot longer, but my hand’s getting tired now. Next time maybe Christine and I will share the workload,” she told me. She slid her fingers out of me and told me to sit down on the bed, I flopped down, feeling quite exhausted.

“Look at all the gooey stuff I got out of you!” she giggled – showing me her left hand. She stirred the sticky fluid with her little finger, and then brought the hand up towards me.

I knew what I had to do without any instruction. I leaned over and began to lick the fluid from the glove. The smell of the latex was intoxicating – it reminded me of condoms. The liquid seemed to taste a bit different to my normal spunk – sweeter actually, and it wasn’t as cloudy. When I had licked the glove completely clean Laura stripped off both of them and dropped them into the bin.

“There, that’s a nasty little job taken care of for you!” she said, rubbing her hands together briskly. “What do you say?”

“Thank you, Mistress, that was very considerate of you,” I said, feeling quite weak after the experience.

“Yes, I should think so too,” she said kindly. “Well let’s get to sleep. I’m going to wear this swimsuit for bed and here’s the good news for you. Because you’re in chastity you can cuddle me all you like but remember you’re only allowed to touch me because I gave you permission. If I find you touching me at other times then you’re going to stay in that chastity device for an extra week, do you understand me?”

“Yes Mistress. Thank you, Mistress Laura,” I said immediately.

Laura smiled. “You see how wonderful it is, darling? If you commit even the slightest inconsiderate act – it doesn’t matter how trivial – I can simply increase the amount of time you stay in there. The more serious your crime, the longer you’ll stay locked up. Gradually you’ll learn to be a much better person. You’ll see!”

We slipped into bed and it was wonderful to just cuddle right up to Laura and be able to kiss her. We kissed and kissed for ages, lovely, tender kisses that left me feeling dizzy with delight. It was amazing. We eventually broke off and Laura slid one leg over me – gently pushing the CB3000 up and down in my crotch. Her right hand was playing with my left nipple and she was kissing me tenderly on my cheek.

“You are totally under my control now John,” she whispered. “All of the forums on male chastity say that once a man’s penis is under control then there’s a real transformation in the way he responds to his partner. I know it’ll take you some time to get used to but I know you will. You’ll do it for me, won’t you, my love?”

“Yes Mistress!” I said – and I meant it.

Laura continued to caress me, and kiss me. My erection was halfway there inside the CB3000, but it seemed to be keeping it in check. It wasn’t uncomfortable anymore.

“Mistress, may I please ask you a question?”

Laura squeezed my nipple harder. “As long as it’s not about Tony, yes you may,” she replied.

“If I’m really good, and you are as kind as to allow me out of this device next weekend, will you still permit me to make love to you?” I asked.

“Hmmm. I suppose that’s a fair question,” she said carefully, “so maybe I’ll answer it with a little test for you. I know that being confined in chastity is a big shock – I really do feel for you my darling, and I want you to love it. It’s already making me really happy to know how much power I have over you. So now why don’t think about it, and I want you to tell me how I should answer that question.”

Oh God! It was one of those mind-fuck situations that Christine was usually so good at. I sighed and thought about the situation. I realized that the odds of me actually getting to have sex with Laura now were minimal. I had no idea if she was actually considering letting me have sex today, before she used my masturbating as an excuse but whatever the reality was, there was no way I was going to get any now. But if I answered carefully, at least I might be allowed out of the chastity device and be able to come over Laura’s boots, or something like that. That prostate milking thing had been rather pleasant, but it wasn’t like an orgasm. There was no feeling of sexual release at all.

“Well…errr,” I began hesitantly. I was still searching for the right words. “I think you would want to tell me…” Nope, it still wasn’t coming to me. The various permutations were spinning in my head.

Laura propped herself up on one elbow and looked into my eyes. She didn’t say anything. She just waited teasing my nipples in her fingers.

Finally something popped into my head. “Mistress, I think you’d want me to tell me to push myself – to go beyond my limits as far as I could – as far as I was comfortable with anyway.”

“Go on,” she encouraged.

Shit, I wasn’t sure what to say next. “Errr…well I suppose that means you would want me to…I know, you’d want me to give you a gift.”

Laura’s made a puzzled half-frown. “What kind of gift?” she asked.

“Well maybe not a gift, but a token,” I corrected hesitantly, “to show you that I want to change, that I want to please you more than anything else in the world.”

“Hmmm,” she said. “Carry on.”

I took a deep breath. “The gift I can give is to forfeit my right to have sex with you – even though you’ve offered it,” I blurted out. “My gift is to say that making love to you is so precious to me that I want to save it. I’ll take whatever sexual pleasure you feel I’ve earned, and I’ll get down and kiss your feet to thank you. I’ll crawl to you in the middle of a public street and kiss your beautiful feet because you’re a Goddess. My Goddess. It’s my privilege that you allow me to worship you. And my only job – my only job in the whole world – is to make sure you have every one of your desires satisfied.”

Laura’s expression had changed from uncertainty to outright amazement. “Bloody Hell!” she said. “Did you just make all that up on the spur of the moment?”

“Well most of it,” I said, blushing. “To be honest once you start down a particular thread it tends to just pour out.”

Laura smiled and kissed me on the cheek. “It was a beautiful speech – and so sweet. I can’t believe you’re getting into this as much as I am. God it’s such a turn on!”

For you maybe, I thought. My dick is stuck in a plastic tube!

Laura sat up and cocked her leg over my thighs. She straddled me, pressing down on the CB3000. She pressed her thumbs into my nipples and twisted them. “God I feel so horny – I can’t believe it!” she giggled. “How many times did I come today already? Was it six? Christ I’ve lost count. Now I’m all wet again after that speech. I’m just obsessed with the idea of controlling you, John!”

She leaned down and kissed me hard on the mouth. I hugged her, and let my hands wander over her breasts, her buttocks. It was so good to be allowed to touch her properly again. To my surprise the pressure in the chastity device was quite bearable – but I could feel the juices dripping out of me again.

Suddenly she slipped off me and climbed out of the bed, stripped off the swimsuit and climbed back on top of me. As she pressed herself onto me, I could feel the heat from her soaking wet pussy. She slid along my encased dick and the juices just seemed to pour down onto me. After a few seconds of rubbing herself on me she spun around into a 69 position, and pressed her pussy down onto my face.

As I began to lick her out I could feel her hot breath around my cock. She was so close to me – I couldn’t believe it. She was licking all around the plastic chastity device – and biting my balls too! She had never taken any interest in performing oral sex for me in the past – even though she loved my going down on her. Now she couldn’t seem to tease me enough.

In a few seconds I could feel her orgasm start to build. She really was turned on! We kept on going for another twenty minutes or so. Laura would alternate between sitting on my face, and that 69 position. I think she may have come at least three more times – maybe four. I lost count.

“God, that was fantastic!” she said, flopping down onto the bed, breathless. She turned to me and laughed, “Was it good for you too, sweetheart?” she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Yes Mistress,” I said quietly. “It was my pleasure to serve you.”

“Ha ha ha! That’s so hilarious!” she squealed, and paused to get her breath back.

After a minute or so she propped herself up on her elbow and looked at me. “Do you know what I want to do to you now?” she asked.

“No Mistress,” I said warily. Then again, I thought, what more could she do to me now?

“I want to spank you!” she said eagerly. “No wait, I want to hit you with something –a belt. God I wish I’d got my old riding crop from home; that would really hurt.”

“But why?” I said, “I haven’t done anything wrong, have I?” Up until now we’d never really gone in for corporal punishment – perhaps that seems strange given the intensity of the Dom/sub games we were playing.

“Because I can!” she told me. “Because you’d let me, wouldn’t you?” Laura was actually drooling – a small drop of saliva leaked out of the side of her mouth. I could see wildness in her eyes.

“I suppose I would…” I said, a bit uncertainly. I was saying it as much to myself as to Laura.

“You’d better let me!” Laura gushed. “And I think you’d love it too. I loved it when Christine used the garden cane on my breasts but she’d spent about three hours playing about with my head by then. In the end I actually begged her to punish me and when she stopped I begged her to do it again. It was absolutely amazing.”

I was still looking a bit uncertain.

“Well maybe let’s think about a bit of proper CP later on when Christine’s around,” Laura said. “She’s the one who’s good at it. I know what I can do to you now though.”

Laura leaped out of bed and went over to the chest of drawers. She kneeled and opened the bottom drawer and rummaged around for a few seconds.

“Here we are!” she said proudly. She was holding a pair of handcuffs!

“Where did you get those?” I asked.

“From Tony last weekend,” she said sweetly. “He’s in the police force remember. I told him I was getting into some kinky sex and he gave me these. They’re an old sort that the police don’t use any more. He wanted me to wear them for him.”

“Wait a minute!” I said in alarm. “If you’re going to put those on me I want you to show me that you’ve got the key, and that it works!” I said firmly. “I’m not going to be caught like that again.”

Laura giggled. “Gosh wouldn’t that be too funny? If I had to take you down to the local jail, with you in handcuffs and a chastity device! Mind you I bet they’ve seen funnier things than that but don’t you worry, sweetheart. Look – here’s the key, and they lock, and unlock really easily. Satisfied?”

I still wasn’t happy, but I nodded reluctantly and held out my wrists.

“No silly, behind your back,” Laura said sweetly.

I turned over onto my stomach and put my hands behind me. In a few seconds Laura had clicked the cuffs to both wrists.

“How’s that? And by the way, you’ve let your etiquette slip,” she said firmly.

“Sorry Mistress,” I said – voice muffled by the pillow. “They’re fine, thank you.”

“That’s better!” she said. “Just a tick, I’ll be back.”

She scampered out of the room and I heard the bathroom door open and the light go on. After a minute or so she was back with me – a wad of material in one hand. “Open wide!” she said. I opened my mouth as far as I could and she pressed the material into me. She’d wrapped a headscarf into a long rope and used it to secure the wad in my mouth. She tied it in a knot at the side of my head.

“There – all secure now. Can you breathe OK sweetheart?” she asked. I nodded.

“Is that wad too big? Is it hurting?” I shook my head obediently.

“Does it taste good?” she asked. I thought that was an odd question, and I shrugged. Actually there was an odd taste…

“It’s just that those are some dirty panties of Christine’s. I chose the ones she played squash in the other day. I think she’d been wearing them all day in school too.”

As she spoke Laura was tweaking my nipples, gradually increasing the pressure. Then she leaned down and began to suck them gently. After a few seconds she bit down – harder than she’d ever done. I screamed into the gag – more in surprise than actual pain, although it was damned painful.

“Yes I know, sweetheart,” she said gently, “but it’s for your own good. We need to toughen these nipples up really so we can use some real punishments on them. Here we go again. Get ready.” She bit down again – on the same nipple. And I thought at that point she’d actually bitten it off. I screamed again into the gag. She continued like this for a while – it certainly seemed a long time to me. When she was finished I was sweating like a pig. My nipples felt as though they were on fire.

Laura went downstairs and fetched a wet cloth with some ice cubes in it. She used it to cool each nipple. It felt good actually. As she was pressing the cool cloth onto my burning skin she kissed me gently on the cheek, and the forehead.

“Does that feel better, sweetheart?” she whispered softly. I nodded slowly, relief in my eyes that it was over.

“OK,” she said, “we can start toughening them again. Get ready, here I come.” She leaned in again and bit down. I couldn’t believe it! She was going to carry on torturing me! Laura repeated the ice treatment, followed by the biting, three more times. At the end I was whimpering into the gag. I realized there was no way I could use the safe word – and we hadn’t agreed any kind of signal for when I was gagged like this. But it also occurred to me that I’d never really thought of using the safe word anyway. Once again I’d been caught up in the intensity of the punishment, and the joy of submission.

“God that was fantastic!” she gasped at last. “To hear you screaming like that was…God it was great!”

“I’m going to keep you gagged and handcuffed all night, but I’m all excited again now so we need to figure out a way you can finger me off. Here, sit upright.”

Laura got me sitting up and I slid further down the bed. She sat behind me and put her legs either side of me. With a little wriggling I was able to get my fingers into her pussy which was soaking wet. It took quite a bit of work, but eventually I managed to bring her off.

By now I was exhausted, and my nipples were in agony despite the cold cloth treatment. I was incredibly relieved when she finally allowed me to lie down, and she switched off the light. Despite the pain from my nipples, the discomfort of having to lie on the CB3000, and the fact that my hands were secured behind my back I fell asleep almost right away.