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Chaste

By: Justrex



1-9-13 

Reposted by request

We were relaxing. Just sitting around the living room watching the teevee and enjoying being together. Jenny and Sandy were on the couch, Jen with her head in my wife's lap. Sandy's fingers were running absently through Jens short red hair while we watched the show. The little redhead was curled up like a cat dressed in flannel pajama bottoms and a snug t-shirt, smiling happily with her cheek and one hand laying against the warmth of Sandy's thigh.

I had my recliner leaned all the way back with a small pillow under my head. The teevee screen was framed in my sight by my slippered feet. Daniel was kneeling by my chair, his arm over the arm of my recliner and my hand on the nape of his neck just below his collar, massaging him gently as I was almost slipping into a light doze. He was kneeling on a soft pad covered with some sort of chenille like material that was remarkably soft and comfortable. It was actually a dog bed that we had bought expressly for that purpose.

At first Sandy had worried that it might be considered a bit insulting or degrading to buy them pet beds. Jen and Daniel had offered up no complaints but my wife was a worrier. I stood there in the store with the two beds in my hands (one pink and one blue, appropriately) in front of all three of them (on our first buying expedition after meeting them) and said "We bought them collars and leashes. We had their names engraved on the tags. They are not animals. They are our pets. And I think pet beds are entirely appropriate. They aren't for sleeping on. Not unless somebody really misbehaves, anyway." I frowned at our two subbies and they both gulped and looked at the floor. "They are just to keep their knees off of the hard cold floor when necessary. Besides," I added "You know how I am. They are both going to be on their knees quite a bit. I would rather that they were comfortable as possible while they are down there." I could see Jenny and Daniel both blush just a little.

And I was right. They both spent a lot of time on those little pet beds. But so far only Jenny had to ever spend a night on one. She had gotten distracted teasing Daniel while they were washing the dishes and knocked my favorite coffee cup off the counter, breaking it into pieces.

I wouldn't have minded it so much. Accidents do happen, after all. But when I confronted them, she tried to shift the blame onto Daniel. He was more than willing to take the heat, but I smelled a rat and grilled her until she confessed that it was, really, all her own fault.

We are tolerant of many things, but dishonesty isn't one of them. So Jen got to spend a night curled up her little pet bed on the floor, sniveling over her well-striped bottom while the rest of us were warm and comfy and snuggled together on the big bed.

And while I had taken my hand or a crop or paddle to their smooth pink bottoms several times in the month since they had become ours, that was the first and only time so far I had done it for punishment rather than foreplay.

Daniel had sighed several times during the show and I could tell he was a little restless. Nobody had played with him at all that day and he was feeling a bit neglected. Sandy and Jen had been in for a "nap" earlier in the day and, since I was busy on the internet, I had him kneel outside the bedroom door so hear could hear them and just let his imagination run wild.

That sort of thing always got him wound up and ready for some fun. And so very eager to please anybody to the best of his ability in hopes of getting some release of his own. Hearing his wife's cries and moans of ecstasy drove him right to the edge every time.

That had been several hours ago and Daniel was feeling very neglected indeed. He turned on his knees and laid his chin on the armrest of my chair, those big brown eyes of his looking up at me wistfully. His hand went to the inside of my thigh and started stroking slowly up and down, seemingly innocently. But I knew better. He was trying to get me horny, as he'd been trying to do all afternoon. And while I wasn't going to let on, I had been fighting it myself all afternoon, just to stokes his fires a little hotter.

I was a real bastard like that, sometimes. But, truth be told, I was getting a bit bored watching teevee anyway and ready for a little creative nap time myself.

His hand was slowly moving higher and higher up my thigh, getting closer to my crotch with each move. I could feel my prick starting to swell and knew that it wouldn't be long before I was obviously aroused and there wouldn't be any hiding it any longer. Especially since I had changed into loose fitting flannel pj's myself. Any second now the front of my pants were going to be tenting up over my hardon.

My little pet boy sighed again and moved his hand just a little bit higher, almost but not quite touching my cock. He knew better than to touch directly without asking. I reached down and grabbed his hand and held it firmly.

"Stop." Daniels eyes went wide and he looked forlorn. I lifted his hand from my lap and set it up on the arm of my recliner.

"Stand up and strip for me, Daniel. Let me see you."

"Yes, sir!" He jumped up and quickly stripped out of his clothing, taking time to fold each piece as he'd been taught and laying them down beside his feet. That tag on his collar jingled as he moved. I could see the ladies watching from the couch. Sandy smiled and Jen licked her lips as her husbands naked ass came into view.

Once he was naked he stood next to my chair feet slightly spread, eyes forward and his hands behind his head. We had taught them the display positions that we liked. This one brought Daniels crotch just below eye level as I leaned my chair forward. I leaned over and again admired the little gadget that Daniel wore most of the time.

One of the rules that we had all agreed on when Jenny and Daniel became ours was that when they weren't in active sexual use that they would be kept in chastity at all times. We kept very strict control over their pleasure. Not just to be mean, but to heighten the pleasure when it was allowed.

Even though they had been husband and wife for five years when they became ours, our pets had only been allowed to play with each other sexually twice since becoming part of our household. Being selfish allowing them pleasure made it all that more sweet when it was allowed. And both of them admitted that it had been the best sex they'd had since their honeymoon.

Daniels cock and balls were locked into an ingenious little plastic device we had bought off of the internet. It had a ring that encircled his shaft and went underneath his ball sack. A curved plastic tube encased his prick. It had holes in it to allow for air circulation and a good sized one in the tip to allow him to pee. The tube itself was just a hair longer than his cock was when it was soft. And it snapped to the ring and locked together on the top with a small brass padlock. Sandy and I held the only keys.

The thing was designed to make it difficult if not impossible for Daniel to engage in any sort of sexual activity without permission. Not only did it make it nearly impossible for him to touch himself or for anybody else to touch him, it made it almost completely impossible for him to get an erection, being encased in that little tube.

After the first time I locked him into it and had him kneel by the bed and watch while the rest of us played together, he described it as an "exquisite agony". But each and every morning before work Daniel came to either Sandy or I with the thing in place and requested to be locked in. And Jen wore a metal and plastic device that locked around her hips under her business attire every day as well.

It all served to keep our pets happy and sexually primed as well as reminding them who their owners were. It was a good arrangement.

My hand slip up the inside of his warm strong thigh and cupped his balls in my palm. Daniels mouth came open slightly and he made a little happy sigh and his face flushed a deep red at my touch.

Poor Daniel. It was so hard being him some times. I would imagine, anyway.

He'd been raised in a fairly strict religious household, where sex was not discussed at all and even swearing was considered a grievous sin. As he grew up and discovered what he could about sex from his friends and classmates the echoes of his upbringing kept him fairly well repressed until he had met Jenny and discovered that girls and being with them was a beautiful and magical act.

Even though his eyes had been opened and his view of the world expanded, he had still spent the first twenty four years of his life thinking that sex was only meant to be between a man and a woman. Anything other than that was considered disgusting and perverted and would make you less than a man.

To make it even more difficult, Daniel had discovered that he was pretty much a natural born sexual submissive. His need to serve, to be "taken" by a dominant ran all the way to his bones. But while he craved sexual servitude it still shamed him deeply to be the plaything of another man. Even though he physically enjoyed being with me and submitting his body to me, it still bothered and humiliated him to a degree.

Evil bastard that I was, I enjoyed it when his face turned red with embarrassment. I'd love to live somewhere that it would be acceptable to take him out in public dressed in little or nothing at all and at the end of my leash. I imagine that experience would leave him quivering jelly in my hands and ready to pop at the merest touch.

Until that time came I could settle for making a spectacle out of him in front of the girls. Having him submit to me in front of his pretty little wife both shamed and excited him as much as it did her.

"Shall we let your pretty cock out to play, Daniel?" He groaned again, lightly.

"Yes please, sir!"

"Do you think you deserve it?"

"Yes, sir! I've been a good boy today!" I leaned over and look at the ladies. The teevee show went on unnoticed as they took in the sight of Daniels nude body.

"What do we think, girls? Has our pet boy been good enough today that he might deserve a treat?" Jenny lifted her head and nodded earnestly.

"Yes, sir!" she said. "Daniel has been very good today! I think he deserves and extra special treat!" But then she was his wife and I expected her to stick up for him. Being the greedy little minx that she was, I'm sure she was hoping that her husbands treat would involve her in some way.

Sandy smiled and petted Jens head fondly and winked at me. Then she assumed a bored expression and said "That's up to you of course, dear. I guess he's not been too horrible today. Besides, all of that pitiful sighing is getting on my nerves. Please do something with him so I can watch my show."

And that too, was an act. Sandy liked Daniel and his fine pretty little cock as much as any of the rest of us. And I'm sure she too was hoping my plans for Daniel were going to involve her.

All the while we were talking I was rolling his ball sack around in my palm and one of my fingers had extended behind and was teasing up and down the bottom of his ass crack. Not trying to gain entrance, just softly rubbing up and down between those soft butt cheeks while I watched his nipples get hard and smiled as goose bumps traveled up and down his body at my touch.

"You realize of course if I let you out to play you will have to show me how bad you want an extra treat."

"Yes, sir!"

"Are you ready to sing for your supper, Daniel?"

"Oh, yes sir!"

"Go fetch me the key, then. And be quick about it!"

As soon as I released his sack Daniel whirled away into my office and was back in seconds. The key was attached to a little anodized aluminum tag with his name engraved on it that matched the tag hanging from his collar. Per our custom, he held the tag in his lips and knelt down by my chair again with his hands behind his back. Those big brown eyes of his were wide and hopeful and though he was trying his best to stay still, it seemed like his whole body was in motion with his need.

One hand went behind his neck, pulling him forward until his chest leaned against the soft arm of my recliner. The fingers of my other hand gently took the key from between his lips, my index finger tracing softly down over his nose and over those soft full lips and then coming up under his chin, tilting his head up. I leaned forward until our foreheads and noses touched and whispered "You are a good boy, Daniel."

A glance past his head right before our lips met showed Jen watching, eyes wide and bright. Seeing her little stud muffin of a husband submitting to someone else, especially another man, always turned her on. Before they had met us, Daniel had never so much as kissed another man, let alone any of the other things he had done since then. We had all discovered a wonderful new world together.

Daniels mouth was warm and sweet, as always. As he opened to me, I heard him making little noises in the back of his throat and I could feel him shiver as my tongue slipped into his mouth. And I could feel my prick stirring and pushing up against the fabric of my pajamas. My fingers curled into his thick brown curly hair and pulled him back after a moment or two while I looked into his eyes, seeing the need that made his cheeks flush in desire. Smiling, I tugged on his hair then patted him on the cheek and said "Stand up, boy."

My pet rose to his feet again in the display pose with his hands behind his head. I cupped his crotch in one hand while the other inserted the key and removed the lock before disassembling his chastity device. Daniel sighed happily as his prick slid out of the tube. Dropping the pieces on the shelf on the other side of my chair, I stretched and massaged his cock and balls while he sighed again and rolled his hips at my touch.

"Better?"

"Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!"

I rubbed and stroked him until I could feel him starting to get hard, which didn't take long. Once he was about half hard I released my hold on him and picked up the pieces of his plastic keeper and had him hold out his hands. I dropped the tube and it's parts along with the lock and key into his hands and said "Get this cleaned up and put away, boy. And hurry back. I have plans for you."

"Yes, sir!" He whirled away on the run, desire lending his feet wings.

Looking over at my wife I said "Love? May I borrow your pet for a few minutes? I have a job for her."

"Certainly." Sandy said, swatting the little redhead lightly on the butt with a smile. "Get up you lazy beast! Sir needs you!" As Jen got up Sandy reclined into the warm spot she had just vacated and stretched out on the couch, her head laying against the arm as she smiled and set to watch the show. And I'm not talking about the one on the television, either.

Before the petite redhead came to a stop by my chair I motioned for her to strip out of her clothes. As her husband had done minutes before, she folded her thin t-shirt and flannel pj's after taking them off and put her socks neatly on top and then stood before me naked but for the collar around her neck.

Jenny was small and almost too thin, but still exquisite to look at. She had that fine pale skin and bright green eyes attributed to true redheads and a scattering of freckles across her face and shoulders. Small firm breasts and tiny very sensitive nipples. Her hips flared out nicely and she had strong firm legs and a nice tight compact little butt. Her little body had brought Sandy and I as much joy as her husbands had. Just seeing her standing naked there was almost enough to make me change my plans. I growled a little in lust and then motioned her down so I could whisper in her ear. Quietly, I explained what I wanted her to get and some of what I wanted her to do. She shivered in anticipation and smiled.

As she rose I added out loud "When you meet Daniel in the hallway you may kiss him. Hands on his face only. No more than five seconds. Understand?"

"Yes, sir! Thank you sir!" She spun away to fetch what I was going to want. And I knew that she would count aloud in her head and use all of those five seconds to her advantage.

When Daniel came into the room we could clearly see that his wife's kiss had the expected effect. His stout six inch prick was completely hard and bobbing in the air in front of him. And I admired his body as he walked over to my side. He'd joined the Army right out of High School as a combat engineer. After two years he'd taken leave and flown back home to marry his High School sweetheart Jenny and brought her back to live with him on the post in Georgia. Five years and two combat tours later he had gotten out and they'd moved back to Colorado where we had met them and convinced them to be our pets. But even after all this time Daniel still looked as good as he did when he graduated.

Though he was only 5'5" tall, he carried himself like a much larger man. His whole body was smooth and muscular and well toned like an Olympic athlete. Just seeing that hot tight little body made it feel like it was ninety degrees warmer in the room.

While he was gone I had moved his little pet bed from the side around to the front of my chair. He knew what that meant and I saw him lick his lips in anticipation as he knelt down in front of me. Even as soon as six months ago, Daniel would have quailed and probably gotten either angry or physically sick at the idea of having another mans prick in his mouth. But he had discovered that serving others, even and especially another man, excited him in ways he had never before even imagined.

And me, being the greedy and self-serving bastard that I was, took advantage of that as often as I could. Barely a day went by that I didn't have my prick in his or somebody's mouth. The lad was developing quite a talent for knowing just how I liked it. His pretty little wife was no slouch either. Mine was the second cock she had ever sucked. I was the second man she had ever been with, period. Sandy was her first other woman. And she liked it so much I was afraid we had created a monster. A very hot cute little submissive monster.

And what could I say about Sandy? After twenty five years of marriage she was still the apple of my eye. She knew me and my body and my deviant ways better than anybody else in the world. And having two additional attractive and willing sexual partners just made me want her more. When she came out of the bedroom a little while ago, hair mussed up, lips all puffy and smelling like Jenny all over I had nearly burst into flames.

But I just stoked that fire and waited for Daniel to be ready. And now he was.

I patted my knees and Daniel placed his hands palm down where I indicated and then I covered his small warm hands with mine.

"Close your eyes, Daniel." With a small sigh he did so.

"I asked your lovely little bride to give us a hand. You don't mind, do you?"

"Oh no, sir! I don't mind at all!" I motioned to the little redhead and she came in smiling and stood behind her husband after passing me one of the items I had her fetch. I tucked it down by my leg to keep it warm until it was needed.

"You should see her. She is wearing nothing but a collar and I can tell just from looking at her that she is turned on. Her nipples are as hard as a rock. Jenny has a blindfold in her hand and she's going to put it on you."

Daniel shivered and his cock twitched in the air, completely hard. A little sound escaped his lips. He shivered again as her small soft hands settled the blindfold over his eyes and snugged it securely to his head. Those little fingers lingered in his hair for just a moment and she leaned down to whisper something in his ear. A flush spread from his face down his chest. Another motion from me and she kissed him lightly on top of the head, then rose and moved over to stand at my side. I reached out and cupped one small firm ass cheek in my palm and squeezed it gently. She wiggled and pressed back into my hand.


Chaste



"Quite the handsome husband you have there, missy." She smiled and nodded to me over her shoulder, then looked back at her kneeling husbands body.

"He was the best looking boy in the whole school." she said. "I've been in love with him my whole life."

"I can see why. He's extremely hot. Turns me on every time I see him. Even with his clothes on. And look how hard his prick is." I leaned forward and wrapped my other hand around the shaft of his thick hard cock. Daniel stiffened in surprise and a little moan of pleasure came from deep in his chest. I squeezed her ass in one hand and his cock in the other. I knew not to stroke him too much, as wound up as he was, or someone would be shampooing the rug in front of my chair before the night was over.

"Do you like your husbands pretty cock, Jenny?"

"Oh yes, sir! It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!" Her small hands were crossed on her belly, clutching together and moving slightly up and down like she wanted to squeeze her own breasts or slip down between her thighs, or both. Of course she was forbidden to do so without prior permission.

"Do you want his cock inside you?" I felt her shiver and her warm flesh tightened up in my grip as her hips gave an involuntary twitch.

"Mmmm... Yes, sir! More than anything!"

"And mine? How about both of us at once? Maybe we'll make a little redhead sandwich out of you again. How would you like that?"

Jenny trembled hard and I could feel the sweat popping out from her pores. She made a little squeak and stoppered it by biting her lower lip. We'd been there before and she'd really enjoyed herself, though she had trouble admitting it. The experience had left her tired and sore for a couple of days afterward.

I figured that squeak was answer enough. I released my hold on his member with one last little squeeze and a pat and leaned back in my chair and looked over at Jenny. I could smell her excitement like incense in the air.

"In just a moment that pretty husband of yours is going to have my cock in his mouth. And you are going to help him do it. Do you want to see Daniel sucking another mans cock?"

"Ooohh... not any man's sir. Just yours."

"Should I let you stay and watch or send you away? Maybe I should just have you kneel in the hall and listen like he did while you and Mistress were playing."

"Oh, please don't do that, sir! I don't... I don't think I could stand it."

"It was good enough for him, why shouldn't it be good enough for you?"

"Daniel is... Much stronger than I am, sir." I stared up into those pretty green eyes, now wide open and pleading for mercy. Her legs were tightly clamped together and her hips were churning ever so slightly, like she was trying to fuck something that wasn't there.

After a moment I patted her little bottom and said "We'll see. If you behave yourself, maybe..."

"Please, sir! I'll... I'll do... Anything you want! Anything! Please don't send me away..."

"Alex Cable!" Sandy frowned at me. "If you make my pet cry I won't let you play with her anymore! You hear me?" I sighed.

"Yes, dear."

Is it possible to be dominant and hen-pecked at the same time?

Apparently, it is. Okay, back to what I was doing... I patted Jenny on the ass again and said "Here's the deal. Daniel cannot see what he is doing and he will not be allowed to use his hands. You are going to be his eyes and his hands so he can earn his extra treat for being so good today. So, if you don't do a good job, neither one of us is going to be happy. Understand?"

"Yes, sir! I'll do my best! I swear!"

"I know you will, dear. Now the first thing you need to do is take my cock out and make sure that it is nice and hard for your husband."

"Yes, sir!" It was obvious that wasn't going to be too difficult a task. The crotch of my flannel pajamas were tented up and everyone in the room could see that I was just about as hard as I could get. Jenny bent over and her small nimble fingers unbuttoned my fly and my prick sprung out and waved in the air. She made a small happy sigh and her little warm hands wrapped around the shaft of my cock. Her fingers lacked a good distance of being able to reach all the way around.

I'm not bragging about the size of my prick. It was only a shade under seven inches long when hard and about six and a half inches around. Pretty average, I'd guess. But Jenny's hands were so tiny and delicate that when she held me in her hands it made me look like I was hung like John Holmes. It was kind of an ego boost.

Those little hands stroked up and down a couple of times, then she looked at me and said "Would you like me to suck on it first, sir? Just to make sure it's good and hard?" Like it wasn't already!

It took a good portion of my self control not to groan out loud at the thought. Affecting a look of bored indifference, I said "I guess that's not too bad of an idea. Might as well give my pet a bit of a head start. Make sure that his performance won't be too disappointing."

Jenny knelt down next to me, making sure to trap Daniels arm between my leg and her small firm titties. As she leaned over to take me into her mouth she said "I'm sure my husband won't disappoint you, sir." Her hands tugged down on my foreskin, exposing the purple head of my prick and her little tongue shot out and lapped up the precum that was oozing from the tip. Then, taking a long slow breath in, she opened her mouth wide and slid the head of my cock between her lips and into her mouth, sucking on me gently.

"Mmmm... It's too bad you can't see this, Daniel. Your little wife looks so sexy with my cock in her mouth. And knowing that she's doing that just to get me ready for you makes it even sexier."

"I wish I could see it, sir. My Jenny is always sexy, no matter what she is doing." Daniel was always so valiant. A perfect gentleman. I'm sure in the days of yore he would have been a knight. Kind of an odd combination: valiant and brave yet sexually submissive. Who was I to argue with perfection?

"And she's especially beautiful when she's ahhh..." I could feel him shiver just a little. "When she's doing it for me."

Once again, I had to fight the urge to groan out loud. Just seeing how wide that little bitty woman had to stretch her mouth open to take my prick in made it look like I was hung like a mule. And even though she was lacking a bit in experience when we got her, Jenny was learning the oral arts quickly. She was now an expert in not only what Daniel liked, but in what Sandy and I liked as well. It never took me too long between those hot little lips before I was ready to come.

But I had other plans. Plans that theoretically culminated in shooting my load somewhere else than down her throat. Reluctantly, I wrapped my fingers in her hair and pulled those exquisite lips away from my cock. Turning her head towards me, I leaned down and kissed her lightly on the nose and said "Now give your husband another kiss and make it quick. I've got other thing for his mouth to do."

"Mmmm... Yes, sir!" She turned and wrapped her arms around Daniels neck, her mouth immediately opening to his. I could hear the little noises of satisfaction and a bit of urgency and I could see both of their bodies responding to each other in not so subtle motions of their hips and tightened muscles. If I had let that go on for very long they would have been going at each other like crazy.

It would have been entertaining to watch, but it wasn't what I had in mind at the moment.

I coughed gently and the little redhead pulled back, a bit startled, as if she had completely forgotten that I was there. She glanced at me and then down at her husbands hard upstanding cock and said "I think he's ready for you now, sir." I smiled.

"You are always so handy to have around, little pet. Thank you. So, Daniel. Are you ready to show me how much you want to get rewarded?" He licked his lips again, both in anticipation of what he was going to do and savoring the taste of his wife.

"Mmmm... Yes, sir! I'm ready!"

"Good boy. Jenny, dear? Daniel is not allowed to use his hands so you are going to have to help him. I want to watch you put another man's cock in your husbands mouth. Specifically, mine."

"Yes, sir. I'd love to. Ready honey?" She placed a hand on the back of Daniels neck and her other hand wrapped around the shaft of my prick. He nodded and she pulled him gently over until his mouth was about half an inch away from the head of my cock. She stopped him and said "Stick your tongue out, baby. It's right there."

Daniels tongue slithered out and bumped into the head of my cock. He twitched just a little, then proceeded to run his tongue all around the head of my cock slowly and gently, just the way I had taught him. He turned his head this way and that, licking my prick like an ice cream cone while I sighed in pleasure. Then finally, he opened his lips and slid my meat into his mouth and I was engulfed in the warm wetness as he spread his saliva all over my cock, working it slowly in and out.

My hand slid up his arm and shoulder and up his neck to twine my fingers gently in his hair, feeling his head bobbing in my lap while I sighed in pleasure again.

"Mmmm... Good boy, Daniel. Very nice. Very good. Nice and slow, boy. Nice and slow... Mmmm..." I measured his pace with the grip I had on his hair, slowing him down just a little. Jenny still had one hand gripping my shaft. I reached down with my other hand and loosened her grip and laid her hand palm up on the arm of my chair. Then I reached down beside my leg and placed something in her hand and closed her fingers over it. She looked down at her hand and shivered in anticipation.

"You are such a good boy, Daniel. You do know so well how to make me happy." I ran my fingers through his hair. "So happy in fact that very soon I am going to come inside you." Daniel made a little happy groan around his mouthful of cock and started to move a little faster until my grip tightened in his hair again and almost brought him to a halt.

"But I'm not going to come in your mouth."

The kneeling man paused for just a fraction of a second, his mouth opening a tad wider and his hands tightened on my knees. Then he moaned deep in his throat and his whole body rocked with a shiver.

"Would that be okay with you, do you think? Would it make my little pet boy happy if I filled his tight little ass with my come?" Daniel moaned and shivered again, then nodded slowly on my prick and said "Mmmmmm-Hmmmmmm!!"

As I'd said before, Daniel had never even kissed another man before he became mine, let alone get fucked in the ass by one. The first time had taken about a week of gentle coaxing, with fingers and increasingly larger toys before he could relax enough for me to penetrate him. And even though it had been a rather painful experience it had only taken about a minute of me stroking in and out of his tight firm little butt for him to come long and hard.

I let him rest and recuperate for a couple of days afterward and give him some time to come to grips with the experience, leaving the ball in his court for the time being.

Five days later he came and got on his knees in front of me, red faced and stammering, and begged me to fuck him again. And it just got easier after that.

But since he had only been mine for a month so far, he had only felt my prick spreading his ass open three times so the experience was still fairly new to him. And as far as I knew, Sandy had only taken him once that way herself, hammering him from behind with her strap-on. When she reached down and turned the vibrator on he had howled and made quite a mess on the bed beneath him. That was what we like to call in our household "a fun evening."

Anyway, it looked like he was more than amenable to getting fucked again, which was more than fine with me.

"I've asked your hot little wife to help us out again. You don't mind, do you?" He shook his head slightly and mumbled "Hmm-mmmm!" 

I nodded at Jenny and she got up and moved behind her husband with the tube of lubricant in her hand, her face flushed and eyes wide. She flipped the top of the tube open, squeezed a gob of the slippery lube on her fingers and reached down between his ass cheeks. Daniels body shivered again at her touch and his lips tightened down on my prick as he went "Mmmmm..."

Sandy hopped down off of the couch and knelt down behind her little pet, plastering herself to Jenny's back, her hands sliding around that slim waist as her thighs snugged up around Jenny's hips. My wife leaned down to Jenny's ear and started whispering gentle directions. The little redheads face was flushed a deep pink. She had never, up to that point, ever played with Daniels ass before. The new experience, bolstered no doubt by Sandy running her hands slowly up and down her body, was getting her wildly excited.

And I wasn't faring too poorly in the excitement department myself. Daniel was making little noises as his wife played with his butt and the combination of that and his lips and tongue slipping up and down my prick were making little lights flash in my vision and I could feel the sweat prickling all over my forehead. It felt so good that I vowed to myself right then and there that we were going to be doing this more often.

As a matter of fact, it felt a little too good and I needed to slow down some myself. Twining my fingers in his hair, I pulled Daniels mouth away from my prick. He whined a little but used his now freed mouth to say "Ooohh... Oh my god..." Then he opened his mouth and groaned louder as a second of Jenny's fingers slipped into his butt, stretching him open wider.

"Does that feel good, my pet?"

"Mmmmm... Oh yes sir! It feels wonderful!"

"Is she getting your butt nice and lubed up for my cock?"

"Aaahhhh...Yes sir. She is!"

"That's good. Because I don't think I can wait much longer. Jenny girl! A bit more lube and make sure he's nice and slippery. Then you can give me a bit. There's one more place I need you to guide my cock into this evening."

She gulped and her eyes got wider and she said "Yes, sir!"

Sandy looked up at me and nodded, then had Jen slowly pull her fingers out of Daniels butt while he groaned. Once she was out I had him stand up and turn around, guiding him with my hands on his hips. Then I grabbed those firm little butt cheeks in my hands and spread them apart. Trembling a bit, Jenny reached between her husbands thighs and grabbed me and wiped a bit of the lube on the head of my cock, then kept it aimed straight up between his cheeks while I guided him down.

Daniels hands came down on the arms of my chair and I got to both see and feel as first the head of my cock nuzzled between those soft firm cheeks, then came to rest, pressed up against the little rose of his opening. It was open just a little bit, since her fingers were so small, so just the tip penetrated him. I watched the muscles in his back flex as he tried to calm and relax himself enough to allow me entry into his tight little ass.

This was a new experience for him, as before I had him either bound face down over a pile of pillows or on his back with his feet up on my shoulders while I penetrated him. Those times I took him as my property. Now in this position he was forced to give himself to me, which was, at least emotionally, a whole new ball game.

I could also feel, as his body weight pressed down, his sphincter muscles spasming as they fought against what his body considered an unnatural intrusion. Even if his mind craved it, his body fought against it.

My pets mouth came open and he was alternately holding his breath and gasping as the tip of my prick levered him open a fraction of an inch at a time. His gasps were interspersed with muted cries of pain which were almost music to my ears. Not that I enjoyed causing him pain. I'm not a sadist, so to speak. But I knew, as Daniel himself explained to me, that if it weren't for the initial pain then the pleasure that followed wouldn't be as sweet and poignant.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the head of my prick popped through the ring of muscles and into his anal tunnel. Daniel stiffened and cried out "Oooooohhhhhhh... Owwwww... Ohhh my god..." and all of his muscles tightened up as he froze in place. I could her Jenny making sympathetic noises and saying "Just relax baby... just relax... You can do it..."

My palms were holding his smooth bottom and I could feel the muscles in his butt were clenched up tight. Very slowly, like a flower unfolding with the coming of the sun, he started to relax and the shaft of my prick slid deeper and deeper into him a bit at a time. After what seemed like an eternity I felt Jenny pull her hand out from between us and Daniels bottom came to rest in my lap with my cock firmly planted all the way in his ass.

He was still breathing heavily and making small noises of mixed pleasure and pain. I reached up to his shoulder and pulled him back into my chest and cuddled him into my arms. There was a fine sheen of sweat all over his skin and I could taste the salt of it when I pressed my lips against the side of his neck and hugged him to my chest. I felt a movement and glanced around his shoulder to see Jen and Sandy lifting and spreading Daniels legs until they were draped over the outside of my knees, both giving him something to put leverage on and also spreading him open so they could both watch the action.

"Mmmmm... It feels so good inside you, Daniel." I whispered into his ear. "I am the luckiest man in the world to have you as my pet." And I moved my hips beneath him, moving my cock buried deep inside his ass just a little, making him shiver and gasp. His hands came up to cover mine and he squirmed back against me. "And you feel so good inside me sir. Aaahhhh... I don't want to ever be anything but your pet..." Glancing down over his shoulder I could see that his fine prick had softened about halfway with the initial discomfort.

"Jenny girl."

"Yes, sir?"

"Do you think that sweet mouth of yours can get your husband hard again?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Do you think you can make him come?" Daniel groaned and twitched at my words.

"Oh, yes sir! I know I can!" My hands went down to Daniels slim hips and I rocked into him again making him squirm and sigh.

"Here's the deal, then. If you can make him come with those sweet lips of yours and if you manage to swallow every single drop then I will allow you two unlimited play time together tonight. All night long. How does that sound?"

"That sounds wonderful, sir! Thank you!" Her hands came up and hesitated. "May I begin, sir?" I waved a hand. "Whenever you are ready, love."

"Thank you sir!" Her slim little hands wrapped around her husbands half hard shaft and began stroking softly and she lowered her head and started peppering the smooth skin of his cock with little kisses and licks. Daniel groaned lightly and moved against me again, one of his hands going down to gently tangle in her short hair as she moved busily in his crotch.

I myself had been so tightly wrapped by the time I got all the way into his awesome little ass that it had been a struggle not to come right then and there. But now I had settled down to a slow simmer, just reveling in the feeling of his body against me and the rhythmic movements of his pelvis as he started moving slowly between my prick planted in his ass and his wife's hot little mouth. Jen had gotten him hard again quickly and slipped the head of Daniels cock into her mouth and was sucking on him slowly, her slim little hands sliding up and down the shaft in time with the movements of her bobbing head. And the more she sucked the more Daniel squirmed against me, his inner muscles squeezing my prick like a milking machine.

I could tell from his movements and his little gasps of pleasure that it wasn't going to be too awful long before Jenny won her prize. Like I said, we'd only let them play together twice since they became ours and both times that was with us watching. This would be the first time we allowed them to sleep together alone without being locked in their chastity cages and unobserved. And the little redhead was working hard towards that goal.




Chaste



Besides, even if it was difficult for him to come out and admit it aloud, Daniel had found that he really enjoyed being fucked by me. He referred to it as "The ultimate sacrifice to pleasure." And so far I had made him come at least twice each time I had fucked him and was hoping to do it again right now. I imagined that between me and that hot little nymph of a wife of his Daniel was going to be sore and tired and probably walking funny tomorrow morning.

It's a good thing it was the weekend. It gave him an entire day to recover his strength.

If I let him rest, that is. We would see.

Whilst I was lost in the reverie my pet had started moaning louder and moving more in my lap. He had broken out in a hard sweat (as had I) and the musk of desire in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Just under the sound of Daniels moans I could hear the little slippery suctioning sounds Jenny's mouth was making on his prick and I could hear a low moan come form her as well. Glancing down I saw that Sandy had slid a hand down between her pets thighs and was fingering her as Jenny's pale skin turned a rosy pink color.

As my pet squirmed in my lap wriggling like a caught fish I knew it was only going to be seconds before he reached his peak and started coming. I decided to use those seconds to have a bit more fun with him. One hand came up and grabbed his chin, pulling his ear closer to my mouth.

"Are you going to come for me, Daniel?"

"Unnnnnhhhhh!... Yes, sir!"

"Do you want to come in your wife's pretty little mouth?"

"Oooohhh... Yes, please sir!" His whole body trembled and he was bucking his hips up and down in my lap. Daniel had put both hands down on the arms of my chair for leverage and they were clenched into fists.

"Ask me nicely."

"Oooohhh... Please sir. Please sir let me come in her mouth... Please sir, I want it so bad! Oooohhh..." His tight sphincter was squeezing my prick as it moved in and out of his ass and his cheeks had tightened up as well, the soft skin and hard muscle stroking me as he bounced up and down on my lap. All of that together with the sights and sounds and smells were driving me right up to the edge. I decided I wasn't going to try and hold off and abandoned myself to the pleasure. One hand went to his hip and the other to his shoulder and I began to buck up into his thrusts, driving my prick home hard in his soft little ass.

"Come for me, Daniel. Come for me, my pet. Fill her mouth with your come and I'm going to fill your ass with mine." Jenny was moaning around her husbands cock in her mouth under Sandy's ministrations. I'm sure the extra vibration was driving my pet crazy.

My good boy had just been waiting for permission. For as soon as the words left my lips he cried out and bucked so hard on my pole that if I hadn't had a firm grip on him he would have flown right out of the chair. He cried out and shook and all of his muscles turned rock hard. I thrust up into him all the way as he clamped down on my prick and the lights danced in my eyes as I started spewing inside of him over and over as I tried my very best to fill him completely up with my hot sticky come. Somewhere, as if from a long distance away, I thought I heard Jenny give a muffled cry as well. My wife has some talented fingers and knows very well how to make her pet shiver and squeak when she wants to.

I'm sure if someone would have walked into our house at that moment, they would have been immediately sure of what was going on just from the sounds we were all making. And I could almost picture the neighbors out on their porch shaking their heads and muttering "They're at it again!"

We were kind of loud. But we enjoyed ourselves.

Afterward I sent Daniel and his wife in to take a shower together and then sent them off to bed in the small bedroom with goodnight kisses and told them to have fun. Daniel was looking a little worn around the edges but I'm sure Jenny would have no problem getting him roused and raring to go again.

After I rinsed off myself Sandy and I locked up and crawled into bed ourselves. Alone in our bed for the first time in months. My wife, like Daniels, had no problem getting me aroused and ready for another go 'round before we dropped off into an exhausted slumber a couple of hours later.

As I said before, that was what we liked to call in our household "A fun evening."

And it was.



Chaste for Daddy



When I was only 12, my mother announced that she needed to "find herself" and moved out of the house. Dad was so in love with her, he just knew she'd come back in a day or two. After a week passed, he decided it was time for us to go find her. I climbed up in the cab of his truck, determined to help him look for mother's red sports car as he combed the streets of our city. 

"There it is, Dad!" I cried out, pointing to the Mustang parked in front of a run-down little house. We were both so excited to see her, we ran to the front door, which was open to let in cool air during the hot summer. Dad opened the screen door and I ran past the empty living room, down a hallway, and pushed open the first door I came to. My dad pushed open the door across the hallway from me as I peered into a vacant bedroom.

"Whore! Jezebel!" my dad thundered from behind me. I didn't have a chance to see whatever had set my father off, but at 12, I had an understanding of what those words meant and knew that Mom would never come home again. My mother was calling my name as Dad kicked open the screen door and carried me across the yard to his truck, but I squeezed my eyes shut and buried my face in Dad's neck, clinging to him as I started to cry. 

As we drove away, Daddy said, "Princess, I know this is a lot for you to handle. But I promise you don't have to grow up to be like her. You can make better choices for yourself, and I will help you do just that. I love you, Katie. You're my sweet, innocent little girl."

*************

Six years later, I finally realized just how seriously he took that vow.

I had been a late bloomer, flat-chested and slim-hipped even during my junior year of high school. I spent a lot of my time dreaming of boys and reading sex tips in women's magazines, and considered it a good source of education as I waited for my body to catch up to all of the feelings those articles stirred in me. Thankfully, as senior year started, my body suddenly went from girlish to womanly. I went from a training bra to a C-cup, and was thrilled to see my image in the bathroom mirror turn more hourglass every day as my hips rounded and my butt plumped a little. Finally boys were noticing me, including Jimmy, the boy I had had a crush on since my freshman year.

Jimmy and I had our first kiss on my 18th birthday, and it was magical. He was so sweet and gentle that I felt I could trust him completely. I had invited him to my birthday party, an annual event that brought my dad's brothers and their wives, my grandparents, and assorted cousins to our backyard for a huge barbeque. Jimmy was polite to my dad when I introduced them, and they talked comfortably for a few moments before my birthday cake was brought out. 

Everyone sang the happy birthday song for me, then I bent over the cake to blow out my candles. But before I could make my wish, one of my uncles let out a wolf whistle and I realized that my V-neck sweater didn't provide coverage at that angle – everyone could see down the neckline to the cups of my lacy bra! I quickly used one arm to cover myself and blew out the candles, then raced into the house with my face burning.

When I returned to the party a few minutes later, I had changed into a turtleneck. Jimmy laughed until he noticed how embarrassed I was, then gave me a hug and said, "Don't worry about it. You'll laugh about this in a few days, beautiful."

My uncles were teasing my dad when I walked over to get a piece of cake. One of them elbowed Dad in the ribs and, chuckling a little, said, "You're going to have to watch over Katie. Eighteen is the age of consent, and she doesn't look like a little girl anymore!"

I saw Dad's eyes move from me, to Jimmy, then back to me. He frowned for a moment, then changed the subject.

*************

The following Friday night, Jimmy and I went to a movie that had some pretty steamy scenes in it. Before going home, we decided to drive to a nearby playground and park. Jimmy kissed me more intensely than ever before, and soon, I was laying halfway across the bench seat of his truck, arms wound around his neck as our tongues teased and darted into each others' mouths. I felt one of Jimmy's hands slide down to my breast and instantly stiffened up, unsure if I wanted to do this or not. But he kept his hands on the outside of my clothes, and it felt so good to have him toy with my tits as we continued to kiss. I felt a heavy wetness between my legs and realized that I didn't want him to stop, at least not yet.

I was almost half an hour late by the time Jimmy dropped me off. I quietly opened the front door, only to be confronted by Dad. He looked absolutely enraged as I closed and locked the front door behind me.

"Did you have sex with Jimmy tonight? Are you a whore like your mother?" Dad yelled.

I shook my head, my eyes filling with tears, and cried, "No, Daddy, we didn't have sex. I'm a virgin. We just kissed is all."

"Well, Katie, you're going to have to prove that," he said, calming down slightly.

I just looked at him for a few moments before asking, "How can I prove that? Can't you just trust me?"

"I trusted you to come home by curfew, but you didn't do that. Your word isn't very much good right now. No, I need physical proof. I need to see your panties," Dad said.

I turned beet red and shook my head no. And Dad did something he had never done before – he slapped me, right across my face. 

Quietly, he said, "Katie, drop your pants and take off your panties right now and hand them to me. Then you can go upstairs to your bedroom and go to sleep."

Shaking, I did as he told me. I unzipped my jeans and pushed them to the floor. I paused for a second with my hands at the waistband of my pink bikini panties and looked at my dad, hoping he had changed his mind. But he glared at me and frowned again, so I slowly peeled them down my hips, humiliated when they were down to my thighs and my pussy was revealed to his prying eyes. I yanked them down further, then stepped out of my jeans and panties entirely. Picking up my pants, I handed my panties to him and ran up the stairs, feeling him watching my naked behind as I fled.

*************

The next morning, I could barely look at Dad as we ate breakfast. The silence was almost as unbearable as knowing that he had seen me naked from the waist down the night before. He now knew that I still barely had any hair down there, just a bit of downy blond fluff. He knew I wore bikini panties rather than more sensible ones. It was horrible.

Finally, Dad broke the silence. "Katie, I'm sorry about last night. I could tell that you were a little aroused but that nothing serious happened with Jimmy, and I'm proud of you for that. Still, you're clearly moving into a more physical relationship with him, and I want you to be accountable for your choices. So from now on, when you get home from dates, you will immediately hand over your panties so I can ensure that you aren't having sex with him."

I tried to protest, but he said, "Katie, you have only two options here – let me monitor you a little more closely, or stop seeing Jimmy entirely."

I couldn't do that! I loved Jimmy with all my heart. We had plans for tonight and for the following weekend, and the week after that was prom. How could I break up with him?

"Okay, Daddy," I said meekly.

That night, I dressed strategically, wearing a pleated skirt instead of pants so I could quickly pull off my underwear without having to expose myself to my dad again. Jimmy's favorite local band was playing, so we danced and laughed for a couple of hours before heading back to the playground. 

We started out kissing as we had the night before. Then Jimmy slid his hands underneath my sweater, squeezing my bra-covered tits as he rubbed his thumbs against my nipples. It was like I had been electrified – I couldn't get enough. But when Jimmy tried to reach under my skirt, I suddenly thought of my dad. I sat up and pushed him away.

"I can't, Jimmy, I'm sorry."

When he dropped me off, he told me not to worry about it. Not that I had time to think about his feelings right then – I had something else to worry about waiting on the other side of the front door. But of course, I didn't say that to Jimmy.

I opened the front door and stepped inside. Dad was waiting in the foyer and quickly closed and locked the door behind me. He asked, "Did you have a good time tonight?"

I shrugged, wishing the inevitable wasn't about to happen. But before I could reach under my skirt and discreetly remove my panties, Dad pushed me against the door. He grabbed the front hem of my skirt and tucked it into the waistband, revealing the front of my white bikinis. Then he knelt so his face was at the same level as my belly button and slowly pulled my panties down my hips, pausing when my pussy was bare in front of him. He just stared for a full five seconds, then grabbed one of my ankles and lifted it up, bending my knee out as he slid my panties off of that leg entirely. The motion, unfortunately, meant he could see even more of my pussy – I could feel my lips open and cold air toy with my slit as he removed the underwear from my body. He matter-of-factly guided my panties down my other leg and allowed me to step out of them entirely, then reached up and fixed my skirt, giving me a pat on the bare skin of my ass as I turned and ran up to my bedroom.

*************

The next weekend, Jimmy and I went further than before. I took off my blouse entirely, and he suckled my nipples through my bra, moaning about how beautiful I was. I rubbed and squeezed him through his jeans, molding the denim to the hardness underneath, marveling that I could have that effect on him. It wasn't easy to stop, but I didn't want to be late for curfew, so I asked him to take me home.

This time, when I walked in the door, Dad pulled me into the living room. Without saying anything, he pushed me forward over the couch so that my face was buried in the seat and I was bent over the back cushions with my ass high in the air. In fact, my feet didn't quite touch the ground in this position, so I dangled helplessly in front of him, stunned that he would treat me like this. 

He ran his hands up the backs of my thighs, spreading my legs slightly as he pushed my skirt up and over my hips with his fingertips. The palms of his hands never left my body, coming to rest on my panty-clad bottom. He pushed his thumbs down into the crevasse between my cheeks, sliding his hands downward and pushing the panties more thoroughly into the warm, damp place between my thighs. I felt my body, still running hot from making out with Jimmy, responding to his touch – and it disgusted me.

I snapped, "Dad, knock it off. Just take the damn things and let me go to my room!"

It seemed to break him out of his reverie. Dad grabbed my panties and yanked them off of me in one clean motion. But before I could move, I felt a sting as he brought one of his massive hands up and struck my exposed bottom. The shock was almost as excruciating as the contact itself – I had never been spanked before in my life! It hurt, but no matter how I cried and pleaded with him, he didn't let up. My backside was numb before he stopped; he must have spanked me thirty times, until the entire surface of my ass and the backs of my thighs were red and hot.

Coldly, he said, "Don't mouth off to me. I'm doing this for your own good, so you don't give up your virginity to the first schmuck who comes along. You need someone who loves you, not some horny high school kid. But if you think you need to keep seeing this Jimmy kid, you're going to have to obey me when you're home."

Sobbing, I ran upstairs to the sanctuary of my bedroom. The next weekend was prom, and I was not going to miss such a special night just because my dad was a controlling jerk. So I was polite and civil to Dad when I had to be, and spent the rest of the time either isolated in my bedroom or at school. 

*************

Dad was out when I left for prom, something I was grateful for. I wasn't sure how he would react to my dress, which was more grown up than anything I had ever worn before and cost me several months' worth of babysitting money. Silky, powder blue material outlined my newfound curves, making me feel sexy and wonderful as it caressed my skin. The halter-style top tied in back, with two ribbons cascading down my bare skin to my waist, where the skirt of the dress clung to my ass in the most flattering way imaginable. The skirt was a good two inches above my knees, my bronzed legs set off by strappy silver high heels. 

But the focus of my dress was definitely the bodice, which carefully concealed what it needed to, but little else. The top was cut to reveal my cleavage to its best advantage, with silver sequins dancing across the material directly covering my breasts. My long blond hair was carefully arranged on top of my head, revealing the pretty diamond earrings and matching necklace my dad had given me a couple of years ago, for my 16th birthday. I couldn't have looked better if I had tried.

Jimmy couldn't keep his hands off of me, and I reveled in the attention even as I tried to keep him from obviously groping me on the dance floor. It was a magical evening, one I never wanted to end. So when Jimmy suggested we return to our favorite place and park for awhile, I happily agreed. 

He untied my halter and revealed my bare breasts, puffy silver-dollar-sized areolas a dark brown-pink against the creamy white of my perfectly round tits, thick pink nipples already hardening in the moonlight. Dipping his head, he kissed first one, then the other, teasing me with his tongue. I squirmed with impatience as he removed his jacket and unbuttoned his own tuxedo shirt, then lay on top of me, my naked breasts crushed against his bare, muscular chest. We stayed like that for several minutes, kissing passionately. 

Jimmy suddenly pulled back. "I have to unzip my pants, Katie. I don't want to rush you if you're not ready, but I'm so hard and these rented clothes are so tight..."

I told him, "Jimmy, we can't have sex tonight, I'm sorry. But I don't want to stop yet either, so do what you have to – and hurry."

He grinned and removed the restraining cummerbund, then unfastened his tuxedo pants. In the dim light in his truck, I could only barely see his erection, but I estimated that it was well over six inches long. As much as I wanted him, I couldn't imagine anything like that fitting inside of me, so I was glad I had already said no to sex!

Jimmy pushed my skirt up and spread my legs so he could lie between them. Through my panties, I felt his cock rubbing against the length of my slit. It was exquisite, and I wrapped my legs around his hips as he kissed me again, lightly pinching my nipples. Without realizing what I was doing, I began moving my hips against him, seeking more and more contact with his hard cock even as my panties worked as a cloth chastity belt. I just wanted more... more... more...

I reached down with my hand and stroked him tentatively. His skin was velvety soft, but so hot and hard! I found the spongy, bulbous head of his cock fascinating, and ran my fingers over it – but only once. That small contact was all he could handle, and Jimmy suddenly came, spurting semen all over my hands and my panties. 

He groaned and apologized, obviously embarrassed by his lack of control. But I suddenly realized what my dad had been checking my panties for – and knew that he would never believe that I was a virgin now. Still laying on me, Jimmy reached for his glove compartment and found some napkins. He cleaned himself off as I wiped my hand. I tried to wipe it off of my panties, but they were already saturated with his cum. 

We drove to my house in silence. I hadn't told him about Dad's panty checks because it was so humiliating, so I couldn't tell him why I was nervous. He seemed to think I was mad at him and kept apologizing. All of the good feelings from earlier were gone, and I was terrified about what my dad would do to punish me when he saw my panties.

*************

Dad was waiting when I opened the front door. I watched his face as he looked at my rumpled dress and disheveled hair – his anger and disappointment washing over me as tears came to my eyes. I tensed as he approached me, and was shocked when he yanked the ribbon holding up my bodice. My tits spilled out of my dress and he shook his head. Before I could cover myself, he grabbed both of my nipples with vise-like fingers, pinching my sensitive tips so hard that I screamed. He dropped one breast, but remained clamped to the other, and slapped the tender flesh of my breast several times before letting go. He repeated the process on the other breast. Looking down, I could see my nipples, hard and enflamed to a deep crimson, and the hot-pink marks that showed an imprint from every time he struck my tits. 

He said, "So you think your body is a plaything to be dressed up, so you look like a streetwalker? Do you want me to play with you like your cunt-chasing boyfriend?"

I shook my head and said, "Daddy, I promise you, I'm still a virgin. But you can't keep doing this to me. It's wrong."

Before he could grab me again, I turned and fled, kicking off my silver heels as I went. My dress was slipping down my hips, tits bouncing freely as I raced up the stairs to my bedroom. Locking my door, I quickly stripped off what remained of my clothes, then grabbed my soiled panties. I took them to my private bathroom, which luckily was adjacent to my bedroom. Still sobbing, I scrubbed the panties until all evidence of the night's activities was erased then hid them in the bottom of my clothes hamper. I tenderly massaged my throbbing breasts and started to shake as I pictured my dad handling me that way. I climbed into my shower and scrubbed my skin as vigorously as I had my undergarments, but the dirty feeling never left me. I toweled off and brushed my hair, then wrapped my robe around me. 

When I stepped out of my bathroom door, I discovered my dad waiting for me, smiling in a cold but triumphant way. He slapped me so hard that I spun around and went weak in the knees. He grabbed my arms, and for a second, I thought he was trying to steady me. But he had other things in mind. Dad pulled the belt off of my robe, leaving my only article of clothing hanging open from my naked body, then bound my wrists together behind my back with the terrycloth cord.

Dad flung me to the foot of my bed, where I bounced a few times before landing on my back. I was seeing stars after that slap, and the entire side of my face stung. The tinny taste of blood flooded my mouth. For the third time that night, I started to cry. What had happened to the dad I knew and loved? The one who had comforted me when my mom left, and worked so hard to be my protector? 

I brought myself back to my present situation. My "protector" was securing my ankles to the foot of my bed, so my legs were spread open with my ass nearly hanging off of the end of the mattress. I struggled to sit up, but as I was lying on my bound arms, I couldn't get much leverage. Quietly, I asked, "Daddy, what are you doing?"

He stood up and walked around my bed, then lay down beside me. Stroking my face and hair, he smiled at me like he used to when I had nightmares. He said, "Oh, princess. I think you're turning into a slut, but I'm not sure. So I'm going to just do a check of your little pussy, to make sure you're as innocent as you say you are."

I no longer trusted him, but what could I do? I was completely at his mercy. My robe only covered my arms and shoulders at this point, so I was essentially naked and waiting for Dad to do his worst. 

Dad stood up and picked up several pillows from the head of my bed, then slid his hand underneath my ass, lifting me up as he put them beneath my hips. Now, my legs were painfully bent as the center of me was lifted even higher, apparently to give my dad even easier access to me. 




Chaste for Daddy



Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes as Dad overturned my wastepaper basket and centered it at the foot of my bed. When he sat down on the makeshift stool, he was nearly hidden from my view. I felt his breath against the wispy hairs at the top of my pussy and cringed. 

Dad said, "I'm going to feel inside you for your hymen. But I don't want this to hurt you, sweet Katie. So first, I'll stimulate you a bit and demonstrate why you don't want to waste your time on fumbling boys who don't know the first thing about your body."

I didn't reply, so he continued speaking. "This is called the labia. You might want to shave off any pubic hair you find around here; some men find that sexier."

I just closed my eyes as one of his fingers lightly traced the soft exterior folds of my pussy. Ever so slowly, he caressed my outer lips, which suddenly felt warm and almost swollen. The finger dipped slightly deeper.

Dad said, "Next come your inner lips. I bet they will be a little wet by now, won't they, my Katie girl?"

He was right; I was getting wet despite how scared and embarrassed I was. I felt fingers gently pulling open my most sensitive place. Almost exactly as before, Dad now lightly traced the inside of my lips.

Then he touched a place I had only recently discovered myself. The intense pleasure made me jump as Dad chuckled. He said, "That's your clitoris, little one. I'm going to show you how good it will make you feel."

Two fingers plucked at my clit, strumming me like a guitar. The air was growing heavy with the musky-sweet scent of my sex. I was crying out for more without realizing I was making any noise at all. Dad changed his tempo to meet my demands – faster, harder, more! Suddenly, something inside me broke like an over-tightened string. I came on Dad's hand, muscles convulsing, my head thrashing from side to side, a flood gushing from my slit as I slowly started to breathe again.

As I slowly returned to normal, I realized that in truth, NOTHING would be normal again. My dad had just fingered me to my first real orgasm. I closed my eyes and hoped he was finished with me.

He wasn't.

"Ah, sweet Katie. Now you're so wet, I don't know if I can really see what I need to down here. So I'm going to clean your pussy out a bit – try not to get too excited," Dad said.

I felt his ears brush my inner thighs as he nuzzled my pussy, rubbing his nose against my mound before reaching up and parting my lips with his fingers. He pinched my soft flesh as his tongue gently traced me from slit to clit. I thrashed in ecstasy, try as I might to stop my body's response to my own father's violation of me.

His tongue probed into my tight passage, not deep enough to find proof of my virginity, but enough to awaken an even deeper ache in me. If my legs were free, I would have clamped my thighs to his head, forcing him in further, but instead, I was made to lie there and accept whatever his teasing, dancing, seeking tongue did. Suddenly, he sucked my clit into his mouth, fondling my most sensitive place with only his tongue. I abandoned all hope of resisting him.

I screamed, "Oh, Daddy! Daddy, please, please don't stop!"

But he did. He stood up, towering over my bed. I looked across my body – tits pointing skyward, nipples rigid and begging for attention, flat stomach angling upward, slim thighs spread wide in offering to this man I no longer knew. I felt the rush of cool air against my pussy just seconds before he slapped me there. This time, my screams were for mercy, but he had none.

With each downward slap, my body jolted. The pain was so intense that I could feel nothing else. I heard the sound of the contact, and something else. I realized he was chanting to himself as he punished my pussy, calling me a slut, a whore, a tease, and worse. 

Dad suddenly stopped and walked to my bathroom. I heard him turn on the tap for a few seconds, then he returned to my bedroom, his face and hair damp. He said, "Sorry about that, Katie-love. But you clearly want sex, even from your own father, so I know you are a whore like your mother. I hope I can teach you what that means tonight."

He looked down at my naked body, then reached and played with my breasts. I tried to pretend he wasn't doing that, but I felt myself arch up to meet him as his fingers tugged at my nipples. He squeezed my tits then pinched my nipples, holding just as he had downstairs, pinching me until the pain subsided, then releasing them so I could experience the hurt again as blood returned to the sensitive buds. He suckled and bit them gently, and I felt my juices begin to flow again.

I closed my eyes and bit back a moan. I didn't want him to punish me again. I felt his hands travel down my body to my pussy and the dampness there. I braced myself for further abuse, but instead, felt only a gentle pressure at my unused opening. It was different than his tongue or fingers, like...

My eyes flew open in time to watch my own dad mount me, slamming his cock into my virgin pussy. I gasped from the pain, whimpering as I tried not to cry out. Dad slowly pulled out, and we both saw the mixture of blood and clear juices coating the hard, thick length of his shaft as it emerged from my open cunt. He was so much bigger than Jimmy – it was like he could barely fit inside me. He laughed then told me, "Now nobody can take what was Daddy's to begin with."

With that, he drove hard back inside of me. With each stroke, my body accepted his cock more, and soon, my pain had been replaced by a building, frantic need for Daddy to continue. I could barely move, but still found myself frantically trying to meet his thrusts with my own. As I came closer and closer to release, Dad went faster and deeper. I felt a scalding hot gush deep inside as Dad gave a final grunt. He collapsed on top of me, but kept pistoning his still-hard dick in my cunt. After a few thrusts, the dam inside me burst and I came, calling out his name.

I was exhausted, but he wasn't quite finished yet. The bedsprings groaned as Daddy pulled himself off of my naked body. He untied my legs, then rolled me face-down onto my bed so that he could untie my arms. He yanked the bathrobe off of my shoulders, then lifted me by the hips and slung me over his shoulder. I was staring down at his bare ass as I bounced along, tits slapping against his naked back with every step he took.

We entered the master bedroom that way. With me still draped over one shoulder, Dad turned down the covers of his bed. He shrugged me off, and I gently dropped onto the clean sheets. Dad got into bed with me, so I rolled onto my side, turning my back to the man who now was father, rapist, and lover in one.

He spooned me from behind, wrapping his arms around me and gently squeezing my breasts. Daddy's hands roamed across my body as if he were trying to memorize the topography he felt under his fingertips – nipples, ribcage, navel, pussy, thigh, hip, waist, areola, collarbone – by rubbing me up and down, over and over again. A slow heat began to burn inside me, but I pretended to sleep as I felt his cock hardening against my ass. Tears came to my eyes when he whispered, "I love you, baby. You're Daddy's little cockslut."

This time, when his hand reached my thigh, he pulled my leg up, opening me so his cock could nestle against my slit. Slowly, he sunk his dick into my hot, damp pussy until I felt the coarse hair at the base of his penis against the soft skin of my ass. He dropped my leg, which caused my cunt to tighten even more around his thick shaft. His arms slid up around my torso, and he gripped my breasts in his hands as he pulled me back tightly against his chest. He thrust slowly, surely, for what seemed like hours before he came, but even after I felt his hot cum splash against my insides, he didn't pull out of me. I fell asleep with a semi-hard cock deep inside me, trapped in the arms of the person I once worshipped.

*************

When I woke up, I was alone in my father's bed. Naked, I stumbled down the hall to my bedroom, feeling the sore stickiness between my legs. I took a long, hot bath, taking extra care to scrub every place Dad had touched me. The bar of soap traced the path of my humiliation, and when I pushed it under the water to clean out my pussy, most of it slipped inside me without much exertion. So it was all true, then: I wasn't a virgin any longer, and my own father had fucked me.

I finally climbed out of the bath and walked into my bedroom. I realized that Dad had made a few changes while I was asleep. I no longer had a bedroom door – it had been taken off of its hinges (which must have been how he got inside my room last night after I locked the door). When I opened my dresser drawers to find clothes to wear, I discovered that I had no undergarments of any kind. The only clothes were short skirts and small t-shirts and tank tops that I hadn't been able to wear since my breasts filled out. I pulled on a pink tank top and a denim skirt and surveyed myself in the mirror.

Obviously, my father still had plans for me. 

To be continued...?



Chaste Trap



I was once just your average guy, who liked computers, games, and some light domination, but now....

Let me start from the beginning. I used to run an online mud in my spare time. I met a woman there that liked to domme a bit, and we played online. She loved to watch me when I would turn the webcam on, and she would 'direct' me. I loved it. 

Eventually, we decided to meet. We met for dinner at a nice quiet steakhouse I know. She described what she would be wearing so I would recognize her. She was every bit as hot as I thought she would be. She was five eight, beautiful black hair, and wearing a dress that accentuated that beautiful cleavage she had. I think the physical part I loved the most was her butt though. THAT part was perfect.

As I said, we went to dinner, and had a wonderful evening. She didn't do anything that night other than kiss me goodnight, and stroke my face, but it felt electric, and I wanted more of it. She informed me she had 2 live in slaves already named Precious and Kitten. That Precious was a guy who loved to be dominated, but nothing sexual, and Kitten was her live-in slave. She mentioned she really loved our date, and we started seeing each other on a regular basis, and eventually got married. We built a house that she, Kitten and I would be comfortable in. Her dominant side showed occasionally with me, but she was always a bit apprehensive. I think she was always scared of pushing too hard, but I always loved playing and eventually, we did set up a playroom. I should probably give a description of our playroom since a large portion of my life was spent there, and portions of the story will be recanted from it.

The playroom was actually a 30' x 30' room with soundproofed walls. We spent quite a bit of money building it, but we also planned to use it extensively. We had put shackles along the walls, a cabinet against the opposite wall with toys in it, and a few other 'toys' that I remember fondly. Every night I would come home from work, and we would spend quality time talking, or watching TV together, snuggled in a blanket, and on nights we were in the mood, we would 'play'. I always knew when she wanted that because she would leave my collar on the front table for me to put on. It was always my choice. 

Our ritual had been that I would strip and put the collar on in the front hallway, then kiss her feet, and her pussy to homage her. I still remember on one particular occasion, she led me to the playroom, and showed me one of her new addition she had installed. It was a set of shackles attached to the wall about halfway up the wall, and a bar that was resting on the ground, but was U-shaped and bolted half way up the wall as well. She shackled my hands, and then showed me her surprise. She was wearing a strap-on. This was my first time with one, so I was a bit terrified of it. The bar was actually added to rise, and had 2 fold down legs. It provided a place for me to lean over. After she raised it, she buckled a strap around my balls, and shackled my feet to the legs that were extended from the bar. It was sort of like having your wrists attached to the wall, and your ankles strapped to a card tables legs, except my penis was also strapped in. She took my anal virginity that night, and I learned to enjoy it.

I also bought a gift for her soon after for showing me how good it could be. It was a pneumatic chair. It had been designed by her, and I had it made. The chair still looks like a doctors table to me, but it has places to strap legs in, and strap each arm to the arm rests. The legs can be split apart, and there are 2 pneumatic dildos that can be controlled. It basically turns into the ultimate fucking machine. She loved it.

We both loved each other very much, and still do, but to that point it had always been my choice to put on the collar. It's not anymore. Let me explain.

I had been out rather late with a few friends of mine one night, and came home drunk. She wasn't too happy, but refrained from saying anything. Thing is, that night my buddy had invited me to his bachelor party the following week, and I promised to go. I remembered the promise, but forgot to tell her about it. He called the weekend before to confirm I would be there, and she took the call. That's when things started going bad. She thought I was hiding something, and followed me to the party. I had a few drinks, and of course was flirting some, and having a good time. She watched, her anger boiling to ever-higher planes. Eventually, I staggered out, and went home. She picked a weekend about a month away, and then exacted her revenge.

I came home Friday night to find the collar out, and anxiously stripped, and put it on. She came around the corner, and ordered me to kneel, and kiss her boot. Damn she looked good. She was wearing a vinyl bra, and her tight vinyl miniskirt that showed everything. No panties. I was rock hard in an instant, but bent down to kiss her boot. 

She snapped her leash on my collar, and led me like a dog to the playroom. Precious was there, as was Kitten. Precious was tied up against the wall with a pair of hose on, and kitten was next to him, crying for some reason. My wife tied the leash to 'The chair' and moved to Precious. He was clad in a jock strap only, and had been sweating badly, and grimacing. She looked at me, and saw my questioning look, so she showed me why. She removed his cup to reveal that he had been placed in a chastity tube that had small spikes turned inward. He also had on headphones that I was to later find out was playing nothing but sounds of my wife/mistress cumming again and again. He had been doing his best to keep from getting a hard on with that playing in his ears for 2 hours, plus having Kitten naked next to him, moaning the whole time. Every time he would get hard, the spikes would rip into his tender flesh, and his hard-on would be held in check by the chastity tube. My wife replaced the cup and snapped the band of his jock strap back around his waist. She began rubbing his ass, giving him an instant erection. He screamed again.

She moved to Kitten next, who was also in pain and pouring sweat. She showed me why. My mistress had rigged an elastic band around Kitten's waist. It had 4 short bungee cords attached to it, 2 in front, 2 in back and 2 chain loops (similar to a garter belt with chains running in the crotch). The front bungees were attached to freshly pierced pussy lips, holding them wide open...tightly. The back 2 were literally hooked into her butt cheeks next to her puckered hole, keeping it spread. The chains held a dildo vibrating constantly against her clit, which was so sore and swollen now that it was hardly recognizable. Obviously she had been enduring this for about the same amount of time as Precious, and had come until she couldn't anymore. She looked dehydrated, and extremely tired.

My wife moved to me next. She placed handcuffs on me, then flogged my ass till it was bright red. She stroked me, and played with me. She produced a razor and shaved every hair off of my privates, keeping me hard the whole time. She nicked me a few times, and would lick the blood off. Eventually, (after I was completely bald down there) she got bored, and left me there tied to the chair and went to torture Precious some more. 

She knew I was jealous, so she did it to get me upset, and I knew it. My hard-on quickly shrunk, which is exactly what she wanted. She quickly came back, picking something up on the way. It was bright chrome, and had 2 rings on it. One was angled about 30 degrees, while the other was flat. The 2 were separated by 4 small chrome bars, giving it a total length of about 1 ½ inches. It also had a very small loop at what was to be the top of the flat ring. She slid it on my then limp penis. The angle made me point downward, while leaving the loop at the top for whatever she wished to attach to it. Then she put the 'funnel' piece on. It was a metal 'funnel' that was pushed in my pee-hole far enough that even when limp would be impossible to get out, with 3 metal arms that gave it the appearance of the big 'M' at a McDonalds restaurant no matter what direction it was viewed from. All 3 bars happened to lock onto the first piece, which was too tight to get off now. I was effectively caged, and as I started to get hard, I felt cold steel sliding inside my cock with each bit I grew. It was extremely painful, and I screamed, just to hear her laugh and tell me that was only the beginning. 

She slapped my balls making me harder, which slid steel further in, hurting more. She undid my leash, and forced me to walk on my knees to the wall, and sit. She attached my feet to a spreader bar, and attached the bar to that set of shackles halfway up the wall. I started to protest, so she simply put a gag in my mouth, and told me she didn't want to hear anything out of me. Her exact words were "If I hear even one peep, you are going to regret it". 

Next she shackled my hands to the base of the wall, so that I was basically laying on my shoulders, with my legs stretched upward and apart, and this ungodly cock cage spreading my pee-hole wide open, and pointing my dick toward my toes. My wife left me facing the wall like that, and walked over to the cabinet. She came back showing me that she was wearing a large strap-on. One much larger than any I knew she had. She worked lube into my ass, then slowly pressed it into me. I felt like my ass would split in half, but realized this was NOT what she was wearing. It was a plug, not a dildo. I realized that because I felt the size shrink as it slid into place. It was fully in, and she decided to leave it. She had bigger plans tonight. 

I felt her probe around the plug, then she was satisfied it was in good, and left it alone. Good. I was getting hard from her fingers around my ass, even with all the pain I was currently in. Next I felt something cold in my bowels. After my first cramp, she announced that she had inserted a very special plug. It had a membrane on the front of it to allow things in, but not out. She said she had inserted a strong enema into it, and was expecting me to take every ounce of it. What I DIDN'T know was that she had 4 of them she planned on filling me with. 

I was cramping severely, and now my belly was swollen from all the liquid inside. I needed to go SO bad. She simply pulled the tube out of the plug, and let me wait. I cramped. I wanted to be in a fetal position the cramps were so bad, but I was curled against the wall. She noticed I was trying to push the plug out, and made sure I couldn't by pumping up the inflater. 

She also noticed me sweating, and looking miserable, so she fed me a piece of chocolate (which happened to be ex-lax I think), and something to drink. Now I had to go even worse. I was screaming, and she laughed. She left me there cramping, and unshackled Precious. She promised him relief, and brought him over to me. 

They unshackled my left leg, placed a black vinyl pant leg on it, then shackled it back to the bar. They repeated this with the other leg, and stretched the pants over my ass. Now there was no way to take the plug out. She revealed that there was a tiny slit in the very bottom, that she pulled my balls through. The slit was so small though, that my balls were getting numb. I think I passed out from cramping, because I don't really have a good memory of what exactly happened next. I remember seeing Precious with a silver ring. Then...nothing.

When I awoke, the pants were back off, and my balls hurt, but I was also lying on the floor. My wife walked over, and squatted over my face, and ordered me to eat her. I immediately started, then bucked from cramping. She pushed on my stomach, and I felt like dying. She ordered me, "EAT ME NOW!" I did. I licked every last crevice of her lips, and sucked her clit. I played with her hood, and probed deep within her. She started to cum in my mouth, and wound up pissing down my throat. She got up, and had precious help me stand (which was considerably hard due to the cramping and the plug still in). I could think of nothing save exploding into a toilet. She hooked a leash to the new cage, and led me to the bathroom. I had been needing to go badly, and she asked 'do you want to go 1 or 2? You get a choice, but not both'.

What was this? I immediately said 2, and she helped me to squat over the toilet. She turned the knob to deflate the plug, then told me to take it out myself, but that I better not get any shit anywhere but in the toilet, or I would pay. I held my cramps as best I could, and yanked the plug out. It felt like I ripped my entire asshole out with it, and a steady torrent came streaming out. I eventually finished, and she placed her heel against my stomach and told me not to get up yet, that we needed to talk.

I sat there, not knowing if this was my mistress speaking to her sub or my wife talking to her husband, but I sat there listening. She told me, "Dear, you know I love you very much, and I know you love me. I saw you at the bachelor party last month, and I get jealous. I saw you flirting, and looking at other women, and I simply couldn't stand it. And it's because I know you love me as much as you do, that I know you will accept what needs to happen next. See, I never want to feel that jealous again." I asked her what she meant, and she had me stand and look in the mirror.



I was shocked. She had Precious pierce my scrotum in 3 places, and fed a silver ring through, so that the top of my scrotum was encircled by this ring, and was a part of it. He had soldered it closed, so there was no way of taking it off. It also had a short chain in the back that had a locking clip dangling behind my balls, and in front was a lock between the cock cage piece and my ring! I could never take it off again! She had also left the funnel piece on, and locked it to the other one. 

She had screwed a plug of some sort on the end that stopped me from urinating as well. When I asked what it was, she said it was a steel rod used to push things into the catheter slide. She had put it in to make sure it was truly water tight. 

She explained that this was her insurance that I would never be unfaithful, since she was the only one with the key. I was trapped. I asked her to remove it, that I would be faithful, but she told me that wasn't good enough. Then she got mad at me for making her feel like she wasn't wanted, and that I didn't love her because I wanted to fool around on her. She then said those fateful words that will echo in my ears for the rest of my life. She said, "You will be mine forever, like it or not". 

She attached the leash to my new cage, and jerked me to the other room. 

She had me lie on the bed, then strapped me down. She kept moving the cage around and playing with it, telling me she was 'ensuring it was a good fit', but her warm hands against my cock was still arousing me...and bringing pain every time. She was finally satisfied, and unlocked the end of the contraption, allowing me to pee. Afterward, she left me to my own thoughts of escape and just how serious this had become.

Of course she left it on over that weekend, and instead of taking it off Monday morning (which I had prayed would be the case) she said, "Why remove it? It won't show under your clothes...unless you take them off for someone." Shit. Well, she was right. It didn't show, but I wish it had now. At least then I could have thrown a fit and stormed out of the office to have it removed. But, hindsight IS 20/20. Let me explain.

I wore the damnable contraption all week, and my balls healed nicely. The next weekend she told me that she was going to leave it on me, but that all the stress and everything else...well, she thought we needed a 2 week vacation to talk and see what happened with us. I jumped at the chance to redeem myself and put in for 3 weeks the next Monday. She squealed when she heard I would be off for 3 weeks at the beginning of the next month. I figured, well, ill try to live with the contraption until then.

During the next weeks I DID learn what the chains in the back were for. She had them placed there to hold a specially made butt plug. They hooked into the end of it, and it locked it into place. Tightly. Other than finding new uses for her toy (which generally scared me to death) things went well, and she said she had our vacation already planned, but wanted to keep it a surprise. I figured it must be something like a cruise, because the she had made an appointment for me to a doctor that I didn't know. I just thought 'vaccinations for overseas'. I was wrong.

We showed up at the doctor's office, and were seen immediately. That is unusual in itself, but they ushered me to a room, and split us up, saying they needed information they would get from her while I undressed. They basically put me in a broom closet and told me to undress. I still remember the floor being kind of dirty looking, so I put my clothes on the only bench there. I didn't want them to get dirty at least. I was just worried about the doctor seeing the damn cage. Then thought, well, maybe I should show it, he can at least get me out of it! 

As soon as the last piece of clothing was on the bench, it slid into the wall, taking my clothes with it! Crap! Now I'm stuck in here! I stood there waiting until a nurse came in. She ordered me to sign waivers, then left. She didn't flinch, but I had just been mortified. She returned shortly and said, "I will be performing the initial exam. Raise your hands and place them behind your head. And please, stand up straight." She felt my stomach for knots, then began examining eyes and tongue. She moved behind me and I felt a stethoscope on my back and her telling me to 'breathe'. How could she not see this thing on my dick? She was completely ignoring it! I guess we aren't the only kinky couple around after...."Click" 

I had been thinking so much, I didn't notice the handcuffs until I heard the ominous clicking of metal inside metal. I whirled around with an expression of sheer terror I'm sure. She quickly grabbed the cage, and examined all around it saying "It IS a very good fit." She then hooked a leash onto the loop at the top, and pulled me down the hallway in handcuffs and the cage! She was even stopping and talking to people along the way. I wanted to scream. I was terrified of what was to happen, and mortified that so many were seeing me like this. How could things POSSIBLY get any worse?

She eventually led me into a very dark room, and led me to a table. Well, maybe table isn't the best description. It really looked more like a sawhorse that was padded. She hooked my cuffs on a hook above, then turned a knob. It rose until I was almost lifted off the ground. She then locked my ankles to the sawhorse. The nurse called an assistant in, and he sat there on the other side of the sawhorse. She yelled "NOW!" and hit a button. Next thing I knew, the cable was released, and I was falling. Since my feet were locked, I had no choice but fall forward over the sawhorse. The assistant quickly grabbed and secured the handcuffs to a hook in the floor, then pushed it down in a recess. I was now trapped. Completely. The nurse and the assistant left (after she swatted my ass). 

After a few minutes of trying to get a bit more comfortable, I heard the door open and close again. I just wanted to be home. My OLD home. Where my wife and I were happy. 

I heard a man's voice behind me, but they were out of earshot, so I couldn't really tell what was being said. They were walking toward me, and the next thing I heard my WIFE'S voice replying to him! The man walked next to me and introduced himself as Dr. Haskell. I started protesting the treatment and the next thing I knew, there was a gag in my mouth and someone beating my ass raw. The doctor looked at my wife and said "So rude. Yes, he will require quite a bit of training to learn respect for people." He moved behind me, and I felt my ass cheeks being spread. He said, "Yes, I DO like the design of this one. It should work VERY well for you."