7 comments/ 32052 views/ 4 favorites David's Star By: RNile This is my first attempt at writing erotica and without the assistance of my main editor Karen B it would have been unreadable other editors also looked it over and deemed it worthy of posting so here it goes. I have attempted to cover a story line not seen here before and it's all fiction. * "Delivery charges are thirty dollars per item under a hundred pounds, to destinations within thirty miles of the store," I repeated for the fiftieth time that day. I'm not sure what it is about the week before Thanksgiving, but people develop an insatiable need to purchase wooden furniture. Maybe it's something in the water, because the prices certainly aren't any lower. "No, no, we won't charge you extra if it's thirty one miles." I rolled my eyes, drawing a smirk out of the other clerk. I'm Ali, and this is Georgetown. I'm here for college, and I live in a small studio apartment near my university, and very close to the furniture store where I toil for long hours behind a counter, answering the same questions day in and day out. I'm also a loner at school with virtually no friends, and have recently discovered that I am bisexual. The items were conveniently absent from the list of things to expect and discover in America that I received from the Study Abroad Office back in Egypt. I came to America to discover something new. My life at home was certainly very different from this one. I'm the youngest of three boys and have a mother who always said she wished I was a girl. She already had two sons. I don't know if constantly hearing this while growing up had any effect on my sexual identity, but I'm inclined to think it did. She feminized me by taking me shopping with her when she went to buy clothes or to the hair dresser. Occasionally she would do my hair up or let me play with her makeup. Once she taught me to put on stockings. I recall a few times when I was home alone and I would sneak into her things and play dress up. Not surprisingly, these little tendencies did not set well with my father. He favored my older brothers for their masculinity, and did not pay me much attention, dismissing me as my mother's responsibility. I was constantly vying for his attention and affection, usually to little or no avail. On the day before Thanksgiving the store was pretty dead, everyone having satiated their hunger for end tables earlier in the week and set off to stand in security lines at the airport, and I was standing behind the counter watching dust line up in the dwindling sunlight and counting the eternity of minutes until closing. That's when I saw him. He was older, and quite distinguished looking. He was about six feet tall, with rich brown hair, and dazzling green eyes. The kind with flecks of brown in it. He had broad shoulders, not the football player kind, but the kind that come from actual labor. His muscular chest filled out his cashmere sweater perfectly, tapered to a narrow waist, and ended with his tight, round ass stretching his trousers almost obscenely, making the crotch of his pants tighten around his ample package. He walked around the store, browsing among the displays with nonchalant, authoritarian air, the globes of his ass switching back and forth like pendulums. I stood behind the counter, watching him, heat rising in my cheeks and sweat collecting around my collarbone. I felt a stirring in my groin, an ache deep in my abdomen, and as I watched him approach the counter, I felt myself begin to harden. I blushed more deeply. "Do you have any lamps from the Swift collection?" he asked in a deep baritone. "I need two I saw featured in a magazine to go with the drapes I bought last week. The magazine listed this store as a carrier." He looked me in the eyes directly, his gaze piercing mine, looking into my soul. His eyes left my face and traveled slowly downward over my boyishly narrow chest and waist, and stopped at my crotch. My cock stiffened further. I hoped he wouldn't notice. He did. A small smirk formed on his lips as I told him we didn't have any more in stock at the moment, stumbling over my words and faltering under his gaze again and again. My breaths came in shallow bursts as he looked me all over, eyes lingering on my growing erection and my bubble ass, walking around me with power in his aura and sex in his eyes. The heat of his eyes on me and his air of authority were arousing me in ways nothing had previously. He licked his lips and brushed past me to leave the store, his hand brushing over my jeans-covered cock. I let out a barely audible moan. He heard it, and let out a small chuckle. "Thank you. I'll be back after the holidays. Perhaps I'll get lucky then." He sauntered out the door, disappearing from view into the darkness. I sprinted to the back storeroom to get the keys for lockup and to get control of myself. I swallowed hard, and tried to get my breathing under control. I could still feel his hand brushing against my cock, sending shockwaves up my spine and driving me to a near full erection, my knees weakening and my groin throbbing. After a few more deep breaths and some thoughts about dead puppies, I locked up the store and went out to wait for my bus, thinking about how I would stroke my cock when I got in the shower that night, slowly rubbing and teasing the head until precum was leaking from me like a faucet, and when I could stand it no longer I would cum, hard, thick, viscous squirts erupting from the tip and splattering on the shower door— And there he was. Across the street, staring at me, telling me, ordering me not to go home. I went to the payphone, using it just long enough to miss my bus. He crossed the street and walked up to me. "You seemed to have missed your bus," he said compassionately, his authoritarian air gone, replaced by a friendly, best-friend's-dad demeanor. "Would you like to come back to my place for a drink? Afterward I would be glad to drive you home. Perhaps you could describe what those lamps look like in person for me." He smiled, his eyes locked with mine, his gaze warm and caring this time instead of lustful and hungry. I went. Knowing what his gaze might mean. Where drinks might lead. That I probably wouldn't be going home that night. I went. He talked to me. As we walked the short distance to his townhouse, I learned that he was a Jew, Walter Goldberg, and that he was almost fifty. I told him that I was eighteen, barely, and went to a university nearby. I told him how hard it was, being in a foreign country with no friends, no family, no one to share my new life with. He asked me if I had a significant other, a girlfriend perhaps, and I told him no, that I was tall and lanky and skinny and feminine, and did not expect that type of attention. He looked at me, and unreadable look on his face, and said nothing more until we arrived at his home. He poured us brandy. I hadn't had brandy before, and I liked it and told him so. He smiled and told me stories of his youth, his college days, a failed marriage. I listened intently, captivated by his powerful yet gentle demeanor, his grace, elegance. And his eyes. Dear God, his eyes. They glinted in the firelight as he told me about his life, growing more and more aroused, glazing over as we consumed more alcohol. I began to sweat again. The color rose once more in my cheeks, turning them pink with desire. He gazed at me hotly, having stopped mid sentence to stare at my crotch, which was swelling slightly from his attention. He licked his lips, unconsciously this time, because he didn't stop and kept licking them long after his lips were moistened. I noticed his hand on his upper thigh, rubbing it lightly in small circles. I groaned a little, then jumped up from my seat. "Can I use your restroom?" I asked shakily, losing my breath on the last word. He blinked several times, as though coming out of a reverie. "Follow me," he said, his voice rough with arousal. He led me to the master bedroom and then to an immaculate bath near the back. "Perhaps you should shower," he growled, "to sober up." Something in his voice made me turn to face him, and I saw that look, that aura that he'd had in the store earlier that day, the power, the authority. I nearly fainted from the rush of blood to my groin. I turned round to hide my reaction to him. I don't think it worked. I stepped into the shower and turned on the water. I set it to a comfortable temperature, and stood under it. I looked around and noticed a razor sitting on one of the shelves. Intrigued, I picked it up. It looked like the ones my father used to use, getting ready for work in the morning. I had seen my mother shave when preparing for an evening out, but I had never done so myself. I found some shave lotion beside the razor, and sat down on the side of the shower. I took some of the shaving cream, and worked it into a lather. I began to rub it onto my calf. I raked the razor across my skin, and my body began to hum. My previous erection returned with a vengeance, angry at being denied relief so many times that night. I continued shaving, moaning intermittently, until my legs and arms were completely bare. I looked down at my cock, and the hair surrounding it. Feeling naughty, I spread some shaving cream around it. As I slid the razor across my skin, the unexpected sensation made my cock twitch with need. The feeling of the sharp blades scraping the sensitive skin beneath my pubic hair made me moan, more desperate than ever to find release. When I was finally finished, my cock was leaking precum and throbbing in time with my heart. I put the razor back in place and stepped out of the shower. The cold air deflated me somewhat, and I dried off with one of Water's towels, and put on one of his enormous shirts. It looked like a dress on me. Then I stepped back into the bedroom. Walter was laid on the bed, naked, propped up on one elbow. My eyes were drawn immediately to his crotch. I stared in amazement at the largest penis I had ever laid eyes on. It was long and thick, the vein prominent and uninterrupted from the based until the enormous head, a deep red. Walter teased himself slowly, gently rubbing his shaft with his fingertips, and sometimes straying to a spot just beneath the head he would stroke a little harder, and I could see him twitch from the foot of the bed. He uttered two simple words. "Come here." I walked close to the bed, and Walter sat up. He crawled toward me, and when he reached me he straddled me, his legs hanging over the edge of the bed on either side of mine, his swollen cock pointed obscenely at my face. He reached up to my neck, unbuttoning the shirt I had on. His finger traced the freshly shaved skin under each button. I was unprepared for its sensitivity and I shuddered and let out a small whimper. He smiled lasciviously, and the powerful, lusty look in his eyes intensified. He slid the shirt over my shoulders, and let it drop to the floor. I stood completely exposed before him, and he took full advantage of the opportunity to look freely. His eyes roamed over my body, his face brightening when he saw my hairlessness. His face inches from my stiffening manhood, he stared directly into my eyes, and began to lick his lips. My reaction was immediate. I swelled to full mast almost immediately, my breathing became ragged once again. I began to leak, and the feeling of the fluid running down my cock and onto my balls made me moan. He took this for encouragement, enjoying his game, and began to lick his lips more voraciously, rolling and twisting his tongue over them and making them glisten with saliva. I moaned again. He picked up a small brown bottle off of the bedside table and opened it. "Inhale," he said. I did, and my head began to swim. My cock throbbed harder. "Lay down on your stomach." I obeyed. His comforter was cotton with lots of stitching details, and the bumpy threads rubbed across my nipples as I lay down. I let out a louder moan. He placed a pillow under my hips, raising my ass higher in the air. He put his hands on the back of my knees and slowly spread my legs wide, as wide as they would go. My virgin hole was completely exposed to him, and this knowledge made me wetter than I already was, if that was possible. He placed a sleep mask over my eyes. He kneeled behind me. I could feel his warm breath on my hole. My breathing was so ragged, it was a wonder I had not passed out. Then he gave me a gentle lick. I nearly shot off the bed. I moaned loudly this time, no longer concerned about being heard. His tongue softly licked around it, again and again and again, swirling and twisting. I could hear the quiet slurping sound as readied me for him, and I was nearly crying with need when he finally inserted his tongue into me. "Oh," I sighed softly, as Walter began to lick the inside of my channel. Deeper and deeper he went, swirling his thick tongue inside me, making me moan louder and louder, grinding my hips into the bed in an attempt to find blessed release. When I thought I would go mad if he continued, he stopped and stood up. He place the head of is cock against my hole, rubbing slightly. I panicked. "Wait," I said nervously. "Please, no, I can't..." He was having none of it. He drove his cock home in one stroke, knocking me off of my knees and flat onto my stomach. I screamed, not in pain, for it did not hurt much since I was so ready, but because I knew I was no longer a virgin or innocent. I began to cry softly. My sorrow didn't last long. Walter began to fuck me. Hard. He was grunting and moaning above me, and I was thinking of how my life would change when Walter's cock struck my prostate. I moaned loudly in ecstasy, the pleasure unlike anything I could have imagined. Hearing me, he went faster striking it more often, and eliciting near screams from me. Then his strokes got shallower and wilder, and then I could feel him, shooting seed deep into me. I realized that he wasn't wearing a condom, and I lost any semblance of control. My cock twitched violently as spurt after spurt of thick cum shot out of the end, coating the bedspread beneath me and wracking my body with orgasm. My scream was low and long, almost a growl, and didn't stop until the last drop of cum was wrung from me. I slipped into oblivion. I was awakened by a gentle heat across my arms and abdomen, and opened my eyes to see that there were strips of sunlight spread across the bed I laid in. I simply lay there for a few minutes more, listening to the birdcalls and insect ticks that floated in through the open window, and enjoying the warmth and comfort of the body that lay curled up behind me, spooning. I went to move, and noticed a slight ache in my ass as I did. As I pondered this, the events of the previous night came back with crushing clarity. My heart began to pound in my chest as I contemplated what this meant. No. What had I done? What had I allowed him to do to me? The shame, the guilt, was nearly overwhelming. I had violated all the values of my faith, by having sex before marriage, with a man, and a Jewish man, no less; what would my family say if they ever found out? My mother? My father? Then came the fear. I must never let this get out. Yes, I reasoned with myself, I'd just forget this whole thing ever happened. If I could get up without waking him, I could quickly grab my things, and sneak out, and never look back. Yes, I thought. It'd be okay. I could pray for forgiveness, never, ever, under any circumstances do this again, and none would be the wiser. Yes. I would be okay. But I wouldn't be okay. I hadn't really thought too hard about it before meeting Walter, but I was lonely. Walter had filled a void in my life that I hadn't even known existed- the one left by my father's inattention. I liked to pretend to myself that it didn't bother me at all, but it did. I remembered all the times when my father would take my brothers out- to town with him, to work with him, and sometimes just to spend time with him. I remembered how hard I fought and groveled and begged for his attention, and how I had been completely ignored, as forgotten as a memory from a dream. And Walter had fulfilled other needs in me to- deep, intensely sexual ones that I hadn't had the courage to acknowledge before the previous night. Yes, Walter made me ache deep inside, and now that I had had such incredible sex with him, I knew I would not be able to suppress the need for it, or him, beyond today. The depth and intensity of my feelings scared me a little- what if Walter didn't feel the same way? Did he think I was any good in bed? Could he tell that I was- well, had been- a virgin? Did he have any genuine feelings for me, or was I just a convenient one night stand, a slut that he would discard the morning after? Walter stirred behind me, dragging me out of my reverie. He hugged me tighter around the waist, caressing my abdomen and planting butterfly kisses behind my ears and on the back of my neck. "You're lovely," he said softly, nuzzling the back of my neck. "Really?" I said tentatively, sure he was just being nice after last night. Walter growled, the sound originating low in his throat. He let go of me, then turned me around to face him and kissed me chastely on the lips. He kissed me again, and this time his tongue slipped out and began licking my lips, teasing them open. He reached up and grabbed be back of my head, tugging on my hair gently as my mouth opened unconsciously and his tongue slid inside. Familiar shivers went up and down my spine as his tongue touched mine, swirling as twisting around in my mouth, maintaining control of both my tongue and my wits. He moaned into my mouth, and I felt his cock rapidly hardening against my thigh. The fact that I could have this effect on him made me feel kind of powerful, and this, in combination with his knee weakening kisses, had me hard and aching, writhing against him and begging for release with my body before long. Walter felt my desperation and began kissing down my jaw, stopping to suck and nibble on my neck, and I let out a small whimper at the sensation. He continued down to my collarbone, stopping to nibble and tease me there too. When I began to writhe again, he continued down my chest the short distance to my nipples. He took one into his mouth, sucking gently, then hard, then biting sharply, causing me to moan out my need for him. After a few minutes of teasing, he pulled back and began to blow on the same nipple, making it harden and beg for more attention, while the other one was left completely unattended. The contrast was driving me completely insane, and when I couldn't stand any more, I took a deep shuddering breath. "Please..." I said breathlessly, looking him in his eyes, trying to communicate my previously unparalleled need. "I need... I...." "What? What do you need, angel?" Walter said with mock innocence, knowing I would not want to say it aloud. The hunger I had seen in his eyes the night before had returned with a vengeance. It only served to further fuel my lust. "Tell daddy what you need." "...cum..." I said breathlessly, cheeks burning with humiliation. "Please...m-make me c-cum..." Walter's patience had finally run out. My innocence and desperate begging were rocking him to the core, and he suddenly growled loudly, sounding like a dog that had seen a raccoon in the yard. He suddenly pulled back off of me and climbed up to straddle my chest. He grabbed both my wrists and held them firmly above my head with one hand, and with the other, he once again grabbed my hair. Forcing my head back, he began to rub his cock against my closed lips. He was very wet, perhaps more so than the previous night, and his precum was running down the sides of my jaws and my neck. I tried to resist the urge, the burning need to take him into my mouth, but by now I was so aroused that I had no willpower left. I moaned and finally gave in, opening my mouth as wide as it would go, desperate to swallow as much of him as I could. David's Star Walter noticed how badly I wanted to suck him, and this shattered the last of his restraint. He shoved his cock into my mouth as far as it would go, as hard as he could. I gagged instantly, and tried to tell him I could barely breathe, but he was way past hearing me. He fucked my mouth mercilessly, the swollen head slamming into the back of my throat again and again, forcing me to take whatever breath I could between his thrusts. And I loved it. I was suddenly hypersensitive, and aware of his hand binding my wrists above my head, of his weight on my chest, making it impossible for me to move, his legs on either side of my head, and his enormous, swollen, dripping cock fucking my mouth as I lay there helplessly. It was only a few minutes before I let out a loud, primal scream. My swollen and teased and tortured cock, purple in its desperate need for release, twitched and jerked before erupting, squirting thick jets of cum onto Walter's back and my stomach and thighs. I kept cumming for what seemed like hours, my screams of ecstasy muffled by Walter's cock. When my ejaculations finally slowed to a trickle of cum that puddled in my groin, I noticed that Walter was still fucking my mouth. I felt him begin to spasm, and soon he too was screaming out his orgasm, spilling his cum down my throat. As I swallowed him, I felt that ache in my groin again, and could scarcely believe I was horny again this soon. Walter climbed off of me and went to take a shower as if nothing at all unusual had happened. I lay on the bed, contemplating these new feelings. Walter came out of the bathroom, now fully dressed, as I lay on his bed in a mild state of shock. He sat down, then reached over and dragged me into his lap. He cradled me, looking into my eyes intently. I felt completely submissive toward him, like I belonged to him, and I knew then that I would do anything that he wanted. These feelings were unusual for me, but I liked them and I wanted them to continue. I needed them to. We talked for a while then, and I learned that he had seen me through the window of the store and had been instantly taken with me, and loved the gentle way I handled the merchandise. When he came in, he noticed my reaction to him, and that, coupled with my obvious innocence, had been more than he could resist. He told me that after I was done showering he would give me a ride home. Seeing the disappointment in my eyes, he laughed and said that soon he would take me out on a real date, and that we would definitely be seeing more of each other in the near future. Then he left the room, reminding me that there were fresh towels on the top shelf of the bathroom cabinet. I got up and walked toward the bathroom, reviewing the night's activities as I went. I thought about being pinned on my back as Walter violently fucked my mouth, and the arousal I felt when he came returned tenfold. My cock was instantly hard, standing straight up against my stomach, and beginning already to leak precum. I had been aroused before and masturbated when the need arose, but it was never anything like this. I was consumed with a need to cum I'd never felt before, and it made my knees weak and unsteady as I stood in front of the bathroom mirror. My breathing was labored and shallow, and I was sweating profusely, my cock hard now almost to the point of pain. I walked quickly over to the shower, groaning quietly as I did, and stepped inside. Unable to stand waiting any longer, I reached down and rubbed the head of my cock lightly, anxious for any relief, and let out a surprised little scream when electricity shot down my legs and up my spine, stemming from my cock. I was very wet now, precum having run down the length of my cock and started dribbling down my thighs. I took my hand, coated with my juices, and brought it to my lips. The smell of it aroused me further, and I opened my mouth and began sucking in earnest. I noticed that I tasted different from Walter, and briefly wondered if all men tasted different. My mind wandered to a room where I was on my knees and many men were standing above me, some fighting to get their cocks into my mouth, others cumming on my face and chest. These images drove me even wilder than I already was, and try as I might to shove them out of my mind, remnants of them kept popping up as I stroked harder and faster. The shower water was keeping a forceful stream aimed at my lower back, and there were rivulets of water dribbling down between the globes of my ass. The moving sensation reminded me of Walter's tongue, and I reached a hand between my legs and began to finger my hole, lightly at first, and harder and deeper until I was fully fingering myself with my middle and index fingers. As I stroked my cock harder and faster with my remaining hand, I nearly collapsed from the pleasure. A sudden burst of cold air shocked my body as Walter stepped into the shower, having heard my moans and whimpers, and smiled at me predatorily. He had such lust in his eyes that I shamelessly shoved my fingers deeper and faster into my ass, unable to control my frenzied motions any longer. Walter's cock bobbed in front of him as he closed the brief distance between me and the door. He crushed me to his wet body held me tightly, chest to chest, cock to cock—that felt so amazing, my cock rubbing against his—and thrust his tongue into my mouth. He kissed me more deeply than he had the previous night, his tongue easily dominating mine and nearly reaching the back of my throat. My arms linked around his neck, and I felt my body soften around him, though my cock still throbbed and retained it's near inhuman rigidity. I moaned low in my throat, the sound originating deep in my diaphragm, and arched myself against him, my cock rubbing urgently against his. Catching our blurry reflection in the mirror, I was startled to realize that it looked as though Walter was crushing a young woman to his body. The shocking and undeniable likeness between some young woman's body and mine made my heart thump in shame. My stomach twisted into knots as I fully faced, full of shame, the implications of what I was doing naked in the shower of this Jewish man. Were we back home... I shuddered to think of what would happen if anyone would ever have found out. I would have been cast out from my family, my actions having been enormously dishonorable to them, and I had committed, was still committing, a sin against God! My cock began to soften, and a tear fell from one eye, then the other, until I was sobbing uncontrollably into Walter's kiss, humiliated and wracked with guilt. Walter pulled ever so slightly away, looking me in the eyes lovingly. He called me his tiny Middle Eastern blossom, and told me that everything was going to be okay; he would show me many amazing and wonderful things, and that I need not feel shame today. He smiled warmly, the mischief seeping slowly back into his eyes. He dropped slowly to his knees before me. He took my cock in his mouth, sucking at it gently, and stroking it from the base at the same time. He reached up a hand and began fondling my balls while his tongue initiated a teasing, figure eight sequence around the sensitive place just below the head. I moaned aloud, with abandon now, unable to hold back my cries of passion after having teased myself for nearly thirty minute before Walter had walked in on me. Soon, he was deep-throating me, my cock completely disappearing into his mouth before sliding out again nearly all the way, and not gagging, just taking my aching length all the way into his throat. The knot of shame in my stomach was replaced with a white hot desire more all-consuming than any I could ever have imagined. I grabbed his head and began to rock forward, thrusting my cock into his mouth, still moaning continuously, dizzy and breathless with lust. As I rammed myself in and out of his mouth, his hand fell away from my cock and inched toward my buttocks in spine tingling, feather light strokes. He reached my tight little hole, and he gently worked his index finger inside. He began finger fucking me roughly, and I was torn between thrusting into his mouth and fucking myself on his fingers, trying to get them in deeper on every thrust. I cried out in a small scream with every thrust of his finger, my hands clenching and unclenching in his hair. I stiffened my whole body, completely wanton and out of control now, a slave to the intense sensations and unable to do anything but fuck with my hips furiously, trying to get off but unable to because Walter was controlling my pleasure. Another finger found its way into my ass, and soon they were pumping in and out, in well timed coordination with his mouth, which was now sucking my cock with unbelievable force. I looked down at Walter, powerful Walter, on his knees in front of me sucking my cock like the elixir of life was hidden inside while he finger fucked me into madness, and I couldn't stand it anymore. I screamed as the orgasm overtook me, gut wrenching in its intensity. My hips bucked in a wildly uncontrolled motion as jet after jet of thick, boiling cum exploded out of me and poured down Walter's throat. As Walter stood, I collapsed at his feet in the shower, and I was shaking like I was having a grand mal. He pulled me to him again, and then in a sweeping motion that startled me, tucked his hand under my knees and shoulders and lifted me, cradling me to his chest as if I were either a woman or a child. He crooked his head down and kissed me. His tongue and thick, slick cum found their way into my mouth, and soon I was eagerly sucking at his tongue, hungry for the taste of my cum, my cock on his mouth. He laughed against my face and carried me out of the bathroom. "Get dressed and come downstairs," he ordered me. "We need to talk before you go." I hurried out of the shower, got dressed, and found myself coming back to reality once I was fully clothed. I was so embarrassed at what had just happened that I did not think I could face him. But I knew I had to. "Listen," he started out when I arrived downstairs. "I know you're confused and want to take it all back, but you can't no matter how hard you try. What happened happened and it's quite real, and nothing can change it. Perhaps I rushed things a bit, but you were just too tempting. I hope you can understand that." He looked at me intently, blinking and sighing many times, and looking as though he was debating with himself if he should continue. "Listen Ali, or perhaps I should call you Allison, I know from my many years of experience that you are one of those rare creatures that was born to please men. Yes, sure you can pretend otherwise and live a lie as I used to and so many men do, but you will discover over time that you were made to be a slut, and I can definitely say you enjoy it. I know you will need some time to think this over. I will give you time, let's say one week, to decide if you wish to come back and see me. If you do I can assure you I will make it worth your time ... allow me to become your mentor and you will want for nothing, and I do mean nothing. I won't kid you, there a price and accepting yourself for who you are won't be easy, but nothing in life worth having ever is. "I want you to think about it. As a token of my sincerity, I want you to have this." He handed me an envelope with lots of hundred dollar bills in it. "Treat yourself to whatever you want and think, about the possibilities yet to come." My hand shaking, I reluctantly took the envelope from his hand. "I am not asking for love right now," Walter continued, somewhat sadly, "I am confident it will come in time. All I'm asking you for right now is fidelity and obedience." I was confused by what he meant. "Now that we have a sort of agreement, I hope I can ask you to do me just one favor to show your interest, at least for the week while you think about it." He took out from his pocket two items, a gold, probably around a ten karat, Star of David gold necklace and a CBT 3000 chastity device. "I ask that you wear these two items as a symbol of your fidelity and obedience." Confused, intrigued, and more than a little aroused by the thought of Walter having this kind of control over me, I agreed to wear them. He insisted on putting the necklace on me himself and of course he put the CBT on me. He pulled a tiny lock out of the breast pocket of his shirt. He put it through the loop on the top of the CBT. The lock clicked tightly into place.