10 comments/ 84737 views/ 21 favorites The Wedding Present By: RightThere As usual, meant only for people old enough to read it, who don't find sex between women offensive. If you like it, I'd appreciate knowing it, and if you don't, I'd appreciate knowing why. Thanks! "You're a beautiful, beautiful bride, sweetheart." "Thank you, Daddy." Then I added as I hugged him, "But you'd say that no matter what I looked like." He didn't try to hide his smile as he said, "So sue me. That's a father's job. I'm really happy for you, honey. Mark's a terrific guy." "He is, Daddy. I'm sure this is the right thing." I was sure, now, but five years ago if you had told me I would end up here, marrying Mr. Dependable, I would have laughed at you. "Yes, I think so. Very responsible. Of course I took him into the firm because he's marrying you, but he'll really do very well. You should be very comfortable." "Daddy, you know I'm not worried about that." The hell I'm not. On some level, I suppose it's probably not a coincidence that I'm marrying a lawyer. "Of course not. You're in love and you think you can live on that. But a father can't help thinking about things like that. I want to know my princess will be taken care of." "Oh, Daddy." But of course I was really touched by his concern. "Well. I'd better get going, Sweetheart. I'll see you in a few minutes -- at the aisle." As he stepped through the door to my little dressing room, he remembered something. "By the way, that girl Bobbi that you shared an apartment with for a while is here. She wanted to see you. I'll send her in." And he closed the door leaving me alone, and reeling. Bobbi? I hadn't seen Bobbi since she threw me out. Shit! What was she doing here? I couldn't deal with seeing her today! But deal with it I would have to, as the door swung open and she stepped in. "Don't close the..." Too late. The door clicked shut, and I was alone with her. I felt trapped already, and the world outside the door was fading away. She hadn't changed much. She was dressed up, for her, in black honest-to-god slacks, not jeans, a white tee that actually looked like she had bought it at a store for women, and a black jacket. And of course, her cowboy boots. With her close-cropped hair, she looked like a slightly plumper version of K.D. Lang. At least the way she was dressed covered most of her tattoos. God, how could my father not know she was a dyke? Maybe he didn't want to. My eyes traveled down without my thinking about it, as they had a thousand times before. Shit! She was packing! She showed up at my fucking wedding packing! Very obviously packing. Who else had noticed? Who knew that I was alone in here with a dyke packing a silicone cock? I could feel myself breathing harder. Gotta get myself under control. Shit! There was a time when I would have crawled across the floor for that cock. Would have begged. Let her humiliate me by making me beg for it in front of her butch friends. A time when I had done all of those things, plus things I didn't let myself think about any more. Gotta get myself under control, gotta get myself under control. I'm marrying Mark today. "Hello, baby girl." "Bobbi...what..." "What am I doing here?" She crossed the small room, closing the space between us as she spoke. "Well, I couldn't let my baby girl get married and not show up, could I?" She sure as hell hadn't been invited. "Bobbi, please. Don't." "Don't? Don't what, baby girl? Don't come to send my baby girl on her way with my best wishes?" She was inches in front of me now, but I couldn't seem to get my legs to back up. "So tell me about what's-his-name." "His name is Mark, which you probably know perfectly well, and he's really very nice." "Nice? I didn't think you'd settle for nice. Are you driving a minivan yet?" "No, I'm not driving a minivan. Besides, look who's talking. Gee, who would ever guess that the big bad dyke would drive a pickup truck?" Her eyes got a look I had learned to fear, and I thought she was going to hit me again. Instead she took my shoulders and turned me to face the full-length mirror. Standing behind me, looking over my shoulder, she said, "Let's see how my baby girl dressed for her big day." "Bobbi, please. You threw me out. I'm not your baby girl any more." She ignored that, as I had known she would. "Mmm. Very pretty. I don't think you ever dressed this pretty for me." "I dressed the way you wanted me to, and you know it. Like a sexy, ultra-femme slut. Bobbi, don't do this. You've got to go." "Now, baby girl." She had been steadily pushing me closer to the mirror, until now it was within arm's reach. "I couldn't come all this way to see how my baby girl dressed and not check to see what Mark's going to see later, could I?" She started pulling up my dress, but that wasn't easy; there was a lot of it. "Bobbi, please. Please don't." But I couldn't make myself stop her. Finally she had an armful of wedding gown bunched around my waist. "Well. Very, very, nice. I see you still have some of the things you used to wear for me after all." "This isn't something I used to wear for you." But it might as well have been. White stockings, topping white heels and held up by a garter belt that matched the frilly thong. I still felt a little awkward dressing like this, after my time with her, but I knew Mark would love discovering it later. And he deserved that, damn it! I was marrying him in minutes, and he deserved to see me walking to our bed in my heels and sexy lingerie, deserved a wife who was only thinking about showing off for him, not for her dyke ex. "And do you still shave that adorable little pussy?" "No! I mean, I leave a little hair above it. And that's none of your fucking business any more!" "Why, baby girl, there was a time when you would have lifted that pretty dress yourself, and shown me anything. Anywhere I asked you to. In fact, here -- hold your dress up for me." I wanted to hit her, to kick her, to scream that she was a sadistic bitch as I clawed her eyes out. But instead I took my dress from her and held it up. This let her lower her hands, to run them over my hips, my ass. "So tell me, baby girl, does your Mark fuck you in the ass?" I should have known that was coming. I was crimson, both with anger and mortification. Anger at her for doing this, and anger at myself, because this was turning me on. "You know he doesn't." "He doesn't? But baby girl, all men want to fuck their girl in the ass sooner or later. What do you tell him?" She pressed herself against my back as she talked. I could feel that plastic cock through her pants now, pressed against my ass. "I just tell him that I can't, that it freaks me out." "But that's not the real reason, is it?" She had run her fingers under the waistband of my thong, and suddenly she gave it a violent yank to the side, and severed the bit of lace that ran over my hip and connected the front to the back. They were only staying in place because my legs were too close together to let them fall completely. "That's not the real reason, is it?" "No." "What is the real reason?" As she talked she was inserting her legs between mine, gradually spreading them further and further. "It's because...because of...you know...how you used to...you know." "It's because your ass belongs to me, you mean?" A pause, then, "Yes." "Because other people can have your cunt, but your ass is for me alone. Is that why?" "Yes" As she talked she backed away from me a little, and I let myself believe that maybe she was done with me. Until I heard the zip. "Daddy, please don't." "There. I was afraid you weren't going to call me daddy again." She fished in a pocket, then brought her arms around in front of me, where I could see them. She had a small bottle of lube in one hand, and she unscrewed the top and poured a generous helping into her other hand. "Please, daddy." "Please? Please lube it up, so I don't tear you apart and leave you bleeding for Mark? Of course I will, baby girl. Don't I always?" Loudly, I said, "Daddy! No!" "Shhh. We don't want Mark to hear you. I didn't lock the door. I'll bet he's never seen you like this, has he? Holding your wedding dress up so some dyke can fuck you in the ass. Of course he hasn't. So let's just be quiet so this stays our little secret." She was behind me again, and I could feel her lubed hand running over the girl-cock. Then another squeeze into her hand, and she started spreading a generous squirt around my ass. My breath caught at her touch. I was on fire; I hated her and I wanted her. I wanted her to go away, to die. And I wanted that finger to slide inside me. She put one hand back on my hip, and the other on the back of my neck, pushing me over at the waist. She pressed my legs further and further apart until I was standing with them far apart. She draped my dress up over my back and freed my hands to brace myself on the wall on either side of the mirror. Then I got what I dreaded, and craved. One finger slowly slid inside me to the hilt. It gradually pumped a little, then was joined by another. And finally by another. I hadn't felt this pressure, this warm, painful, wonderful pressure, for four years, and it was taking my breath away, causing my pussy to overflow. She bent a bit at the knees, lowering the head of her girl-cock to my star. "I always loved you in heels like that. Puts you at just the right height." I couldn't help myself. "Please, daddy." But she knew perfectly well that it no longer meant, "please don't." The tip of her cock was pressing against my opening, the pressure very slowly increasing in tiny steps. "Please what, baby girl? Please stop?" I loved, and hated, that she was always so slow and gentle about this. "No, daddy." "What then, baby girl?" As we spoke, the tip slowly, ever so slowly, parted me, and was inside. "Please don't stop, daddy. Please...take me. Fuck me." As I said this, she gradually straightened at the knees and slid deeper and deeper. "Of course I'll fuck you, baby girl." She began a soft pumping. "You knew I would fuck you." Harder. "You knew it when I showed up." "Yes, daddy. Oh, yes. God yes." Harder. Thrust. Thrust. "That's my baby girl." Thrust. "You love it when daddy" Thrust. "fucks you," Thrust. "don't you?" Thrust. Thrust. "When daddy," Thrust. "fucks you" Thrust. "in the" Thrust. "ass." Thrust. "Yes, daddy. Ungh. Ungh. Please don't, ungh, stop, daddy. Ungh." Thrust. "Ungh." Thrust. "Ungh." She had me. She had me and she knew it, and I loved and hated that she knew it. Knew it like nobody else had ever known it, or ever would. I was close to coming, and she knew exactly how close. She would milk it out of me as precisely as if she were doing brain surgery, pulling it out of me, but ever so carefully pulling it exactly how and when she wanted it. She was the fucking Leonardo di Vinci of fucking my ass. "Do you" Thrust. "want" Thrust. Thrust. "to come for me," Thrust. "baby girl?" Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. "Yes, ungh, daddy. Ungh. Please, daddy. Ungh. Ungh. Please let me come. Ungh. Ungh. Ungh." Her timing shifted. She was no longer pushing me to my orgasm as hard as she could. Don't ask me how she did it, but she could always rush me to within a few steps of the cliff, hold me there, and then take me through those last few steps painfully slowly, a millimeter at a time. But when I fell off...Oh, God, when I fell off. Stars, rockets, explosions - none of it could begin to describe where she could take me. She had me on the knife-edge, and was holding me there. "Baby girl, look at me." I opened my eyes and found hers in the mirror. She ever so slowly pulled nearly out of me, then ever so slowly back in, exactly -- exactly! -- so that she pushed me over the edge. I had convinced myself long ago that I was imagining the orgasms she gave me. And she definitely gave it to me; I could feel it flowing from her to me, as surely as I could feel it when Mark came in my mouth. Except, Mark would have to be able to come gently, in slow motion, to feel like this, taking several minutes to empty himself. It was like she had some kind of valve, and could control the intensity of whatever it was that flowed from her to me. It started deep inside, and slowly grew until it was everywhere, until nothing existed but her, my mind, and my orgasm. I was in two places at once. I was falling off that cliff, accelerating as if rocket-propelled, and yet I was completely aware of my surroundings, of her. I felt her controlling my orgasm, turning it up in measured doses. I felt absolute abandon, yet felt it objectively, like an observer. Her eyes were speaking to me as clearly as though they were carving her thoughts in stone, but I couldn't tell what the words meant; they were in another language. Legs starting to shake, to get weak, this long-lost friend of an orgasm churns on -- grows, even. "That's it, baby girl. Give it to me." Each breath a conscious decision. Peaking? No. Growing. More. Suddenly I understand the language of her eyes. "More?" they ask. "Can I take you higher?" "Fill me," my eyes answer. "Give me too much." She releases more somehow, more that I wouldn't have believed existed. Like she's got a reservoir the size of Lake Mead, full of my orgasm, and she controls the gates. Barely able to stand, I want to fall against the mirror, but I can't let go of her eyes. They say, "I'm afraid to give you too much." "No. All of it. Give me all there is," our silent conversation continues. "I love you, baby girl," her eyes tell me, as she pours still more of whatever this is into me. "I'll always love you, but I can't let myself have you. There's something wrong with me." A tear, stained with mascara, slides down my cheek and drops onto my dress. My beautiful, white wedding dress. Then another. She turns me up a notch, like there's a fucking dial on my back. I'm shaking. I would fall down if I didn't have her cock in my ass. Another tear. And another. They're falling faster now. I'm falling faster now. "I wish so much I could let myself love you, hold you, keep you," her eyes say. "But I can't. I'm broken somehow. Here, baby girl. Here's all I've got." I rush forward into blackness. When I came to, the only thing holding me up was her arms. That and her cock, still buried in me. She slowly slid out of me, then turned me around and lowered me into a chair. I couldn't control my legs yet. They were splayed wide, my pussy pointed at the door. The words in her eyes were in a foreign language again. She leaned over and picked the wisp of fabric that had been my underwear off the floor, and used it to wipe off her cock. She threw it in the waste basket, tucked herself back into her slacks, then reached out and rested her hand against my cheek. I could only hear her words now. It seemed like such a shallow way to communicate. "I have to go." A still, calm pause. I'm at peace. "I know." Another. "I'm afraid you're kind of a mess." "I know." A longer pause. "I want you to be happy with Mark." "I know." "But I'll still come back some day, and hurt you again. I'll have to." "Yes. You will." "I'll have to." "I know." She looked into the mirror, checking God knows what. Her hair is too short to get messed up, and she doesn't wear makeup. She crossed to the door and opened it. She hesitated, then turned back, hesitated again, and finally said, "I'm sorry." "I know. I love you." "I know." The Wedding Present It is a beautiful wedding - small and simple, but romantic and full of meaning. You and I are truly soul mates – each able to anticipate the other's needs and desires and delighted to be able to satisfy them. I am amazed my new husband can't read anything in my eyes as you make your way along the receiving line, shaking his hand heartily and planting a quick, dry kiss on my cheek. "She's a great girl," you chuckle, patting him on the arm and slipping the envelope containing your wedding present into the little silk purse I was holding. A little shiver goes up my spine as your fingers graze the top of my hand. My husband whirls me onto the dance floor for our first dance and I am light and happy knowing that I'm going to spend the rest of my life with this wonderful, kind, gentle man. He will love me and take care of me and do his best to make me happy. But there is a part of me that he can not touch and that is where my mind goes...to you and the envelope you slipped into my wedding purse. "I need to run up to the room to touch up my make-up and slip into my 'going away' outfit," I tell my husband who is busy recounting his army days with the buddies who've shown up for the wedding. "I'm going to lock the envelopes from my purse in the room safe." I pick up the purse and slip upstairs to the honeymoon suite where my husband and I will spend our first night as married couple. I pour the envelopes out onto the bed and shuffle them until I find the one with your handwriting. Inside are a lovely wedding card and a generous check with the notation, "Happiness Always." The check is wrapped around a hotel room card key with a tiny yellow sticky note attached: Room 364. My heart is pounding as I move quickly out of the suite and take the elevator down to the third floor. The green light clicks on when I slip the card key into the lock and I enter the spacious room to find you sitting on a chair next to the bed. "Congratulations, baby," You smile pulling me onto your lap and kissing me deeply. I shudder as your tongue slips inside my mouth, hungry, probing. You smell so good as I kiss you and let my tongue trail down the side of your neck. I can feel your cock stiffening under me and my pussy is already wet as your hand carefully unhooks the top hooks of my wedding dress and draws it down past my breasts. You hands quickly move inside the silk and begin to rub and pull my hard nipples between your fingertips. "Oh honey, we need to be quick," I moan as your mouth closes over my right nipple, sucking hard and nibbling. I stand up quickly and slip off my panties and suddenly we can both smell the sweetness of my wet pussy aching for your cock. You stand up too and lean me carefully over the little table next to your chair. From behind, you lift the layers of silk until my dress is up over my shoulders and my wet pussy is exposed. I sense you kneel down behind me and let out a loud moan as I feel your strong fingers spread my ass and your tongue begin to probe my pussy. My knees are weak as your tongue expertly moves along the soft creases of my pussy. "So sweet, so sweet," you whisper as your tongue moves deeper inside of me. "Mine...this will always belong to me." I know what you are saying is true as my body begins to melt against your mouth. My clit stiffening against your tongue as you begin to lap at me, exerting more pressure on my clit as you feel me begin to tense and hear my loud moans as I cum against your tongue. I am still shaking as I lean over you and quickly unbutton and unzip your tuxedo pants, pulling out your stiff cock and hungrily taking it into my mouth. I move down onto my knees, careful to smooth out the yards of silk underneath me. You thick cock feels so good against my tongue as I suck you deep into my mouth. Your fingers moving into my hair guiding my head on your cock – up and down. "Fuck me now," I breathe as I move up from the floor to straddle you on the chair. All at once your rock hard cock plunges into me and we both tremble at the sensation which is both familiar and new. I am rocking on your cock and your hands are under my ass as you fuck me on the chair. I am so wet I can feel my juices running all over your cock and down to your balls as you begin to thrust into me harder and harder. "Oh, fuck yes!" I am whispering loudly as you fuck me harder and harder - your strong hands slamming me down onto your stiff cock. "I'm gonna cum, honey. I'm gonna cum for you." "Yes, baby. That's it. Cum hard for me," You breath into my neck as I start to cum, the muscles of my pussy tightening in spasms around your cock. "Cum all over me, baby." My pussy is still convulsing around your cock as I feel you get even harder, jabbing into me over and over until I hear you moan loudly and feel your cum shoot up into me. "Yes, that's it. You'll go back to him with your pussy full of my cum tonight." We are both shaking and trying to catch our breath. I am clinging to your shoulders to steady myself until I'm composed enough again to stand up. My dress has become wrinkled and creased with our sweat, but I am not worried about that since I will be changing into my suit to leave for my honeymoon. I kiss you hard and quickly leave the room to make my way back to the suite to change and reappear for the end of the reception ceremonies. I know that you will be flying back to your wife tonight, but that in few days you'll be in a room at the resort where I'll be spending my honeymoon. The End The Wedding Present One of the first stories I ever wrote. Sex is implied, but I think there is enough erotica to take it out of the 'no-sex' category. First time ever on Literotica. I hope you enjoy; comments and criticisms welcome! ========== "Hello?" "Hey, Tony, how's it hanging, buddy?" "Who is this?" "It's me, Bill. You remember, the one that stole away your darling Eileen?" "And married her, too, as I recall." "That's me, man. I just got back from the honeymoon, and I wanted to thank you." "For what? Being stupid enough to let you frame me so I'd lose my job and you could steal Eileen away from me?" "Hey! If she'd really wanted you, she could have stayed. I guess she wanted handsome and rich. But I'm off the subject. I wanted to thank you for the funky gift. Where did you get it?" "At the shop where I work now, The Twighlight Zone. Why?" "You're working in a fucking lingerie store? Man, that's harsh. Anyway, I thought you should know that Eileen really loved the video camera and those panties you got her. Opened it up one week after we got married, like your card said, and I thought she was gonna wet the ones she had on. Man, once she got them on, I don't think she took them off until Sunday. She popped the snaps on the crotch and fucked me till I was sore. It was like she was possessed! Always wanted to be on top, too. I guess it was them being black leather and all, but she was like a different woman. Got the whole thing on tape." "Bill, I think you know how I feel about Eileen, and about you. Is there something you wanted, other then to rub my face in shit again?" "I was just wondering what was in the other six boxes. I mean, your note was rather cryptic. Open one each Saturday morning, in order. What's in the other boxes?" "Why don't you open them and find out?" "I can't. After the first, she hid the rest. She said Saturday was a day made special by you, and if you said one and only one every Saturday, that was it." "Has she taken off the panties?" "Yeah. But when she comes home from work each day, the first thing she does is change into them and fuck me good. It's wearing me out." "She'll do that." "What'd you say? Never mind. I was just calling to thank you, and find out where you got them. I know somebody that would like a present like that." "At the Twighlight Zone. It was a special package deal, called 'The Seven Saturdays of' something or other. I can find out if you really want." "Thanks buddy. No hard feelings, right?" "Yeah, right." ========== "Hello?" "Tony? It's me, Bill. You are a fucking pervert, aren't you!?" "What do you mean, Bill?" "This week's present. I woke up yesterday to find her in that leather corset with those gloves on; both hands wrapped around my dick and pumping away, but I couldn't come! She'd put me in some metal thing..." "...A cockring harness..." "...Yeah, that's it, a cockring do-dad, and told me I was in for the orgasm of my life. I wanted to fuck her right there, but she wanted no part even though I could see she was wet, what with the crotch open on those leather panties and everything. Positively dripping! All day long she pranced around the house in her little leather get-up, stroking me and fondling me, and sometimes even fucking me! When she let me loose that night it only took a few strokes of her hand and BAM! I came so hard I passed out!" "Bill, what is it that you want?" "Was she always like this?" "Goodbye, Bill." ========== "Hello?" "Oh-my-God, Tony! I can see why you were so hard about Eileen. I thought I could take what was ever in those boxes, but man-o-man, Yesterday's topped them all." "Bill, I really don't want to hear this." "I mean, every day last week she would come home, get into her outfit, strap that harness on me, then tease me until midnight, when she'd jerk me off. No penetration during her period, she said, but she wanted me ready for when it was over. I was jerking off all day just thinking about what she'd be doing to me at night." "Goodbye Bill." "Wait! I got to tell you the best part. Saturday morning she opened the next box, the one with the garter belt, stockings, and those boots, along with the make-up, and she went wild. When she put it all on, all the gifts, she looked like one of those domanutrixes..." "Dominatrix" "Yeah, that. Anyhow, no sooner does she finish with that pink pearl lipstick then she's sucking my dick! Not just the head, either, but she's deep-throating it! If I wasn't in that cock thingy, I would have shot right there. Every hour, no matter where we were, she'd put on the lipstick and start sucking away like a little whore. When she jerked me off last night, I must have come a gallon if it was an ounce." "Bill, I'd really wish you'd stop calling me. You got me fired so I'd lose my house and my girlfriend, and now you're calling me to tell me how great sex is with her. You really are an asshole, Bill." "I just wanted to thank you. If there is ever anything I can do for you, let me know." "Leave me alone. Goodbye." ========== "What...Hello? Who is this?" "Tony, you fucking dick, get over here now!" "Bill? It's...six-thirty in the morning, on a Saturday, no less! I thought I told you to leave me alone." "Get me out of this fucking thing!" "What are you talking about?" "This belt thing is what I'm talking about." "Belt thing?" "Big stainless steel thing, won't let me touch my dick, as if I could with these handcuffs chained to my neck." "Those are manacles. Why don't you get Eileen to let you out? She's the one who locked you in there in the first place." "Because I woke up with these things on, and she left a note saying she was spending the day shopping while I cleaned the house." "It should be cleaned, you know, and with her working while you stay at home all day, it's the least you could do." "Fuck you! Now get over here and get this thing off me." "No can do." "Why not?" "It's got two special codes. One locks the belt around your waist, the other locks the cod piece. Access codes are set by the user when it's put on. Only Eileen can take it off." "Fuck! Why'd she put it on me?" "Probably to keep you from masturbating all over her clothes while she was gone. Unless she's wearing them while shopping." "She only wears them when she wants sex." "That's just it, Bill. Maybe she got tired of you jerking off all the time, and being such an asshole. Maybe right now she's all dressed up like a fuck toy looking for a stud to fuck. Is her outfit there?" "Wait...NO! I can't believe this. Married a month and my wife is out fucking some other guy." "You never know Bill. Maybe she's just teasing you. Eileen loves to tease. If I were you, I'd be kissing her feet when she came home to let her know how much she means to me. The last thing I'd do is be angry, so you'd better calm down. If she walks out, you'll be stuck like that for who knows how long." "Maybe...maybe your right. I'll show her how devoted I can really be." "Don't forget to clean the house." "Wait a minute. You were the one that bought this. You..." "That's right. I bought it, but it was Eileen's decision to use it. You told me before she was jerking you off. Did she jerk you off last week?" "Yeah, every night. She'd tease me all night, then jerk me off at the stroke of midnight." "You know, the more often you come, the smaller the amount. She could probably tell you'd been jerking off from the small amounts she was getting. I can't believe you. Married to a woman like that, and you can't stop jerking off. Wasn't she good enough? If I were you, I'd get cleaning, and hope she's not pissed off when she gets home. You have your work cut out for you with that big mansion and everything." "Yeah, I guess your right." "Bye Bill." "Bye Tony." ========== "Hello?" "Hi Bill, this is Tony. How's it going?" "I can't talk right now. I gotta go." "What's the big rush? I just wanted to find out how everything went last week, and what you thought of this week's present." "I think it sucks." "What? That's a eight hundred dollar latex French maid outfit. Even came with a wig. I'm getting hard just thinking of Eileen dressed in it. What's wrong with it?" "I'll tell you what's wrong. Eileen got back from shopping last week, and I did what you said, kissing her feet and everything, and she unlocked the codpiece part and put on the cockring harness to keep me hard. I though we were going to make love, but before she'd do that she wanted to check the house. She wasn't happy with my cleaning, and said I wasn't going to be set free until it was spic and span. Every day when she gets home from work she changes into her outfit, does her make-up, straps me into my harness under the chastity belt, then checks the house. She always finds some place that I missed! The she says it means no sex again that night, and she goes out. She says it just with some friends, but I think she's fucking some other guy, 'cause now she doesn't even want to touch me, except to voice her disapproval and let me out of the harness. I've been stuck with an erection I can't touch." "Didn't she like the French maid's outfit?" "Oh yeah, she liked it all right. Said maybe looking like a maid would get me thinking like a maid. I'm to call her Mistress Eileen, and act the part of a maid." "You mean, you're wearing that outfit? It wasn't exactly made for a guy, you know." "I know. She got some breast forms yesterday to fill it out, along with stockings and high heels. I even have to wear make-up." "You're saying that you..." "Are dressed like a latex French maid whore?" "Yeah...Well, anyway, what about the sex?" "Nothing to talk about." "C'mon, Bill, you used to love telling me about sex with Eileen." "I mean there hasn't been any, for two weeks. At all. Least not for me. She says If I'm good, she'll surprise me on Saturday. Only if I'm good. My balls feel like they're going to explode." "Why don't you just leave?" "First of all, she locked me into this outfit. Bet you forgot about those locks, didn't you?" "Oops. Sorry." "Second, I can't find any of my old clothes. They're all gone. Thirdly, we had a pre-nuptial agreement." "So?" "It said if either found justifiable reason for divorce, the guilty party would forfeit all rights to the others possessions and half of their own. I wanted to make sure that if she left, I got half of her inheritance." "You saying she'll take you for half the Bonzer family fortune? How? She's the sex freak." "That fucking video camera of hers. She's taped a lot of the stuff we did. When you play it back, it looks like it was my idea. She'll claim sexual deviancy and rape." "Too bad." "Look, I gotta go. I'm not allowed personal phone calls." ========== "Bonzer residence." "Bill? Is that you?" "Master Tony? Would you like to speak with Mistress Eileen?" "Bill, what happened to you?" "I'm not permitted to speak to you, Master Tony. If Mistress Eileen found out, I would be severely punished." "Punished? How? What are you talking about?" "Please Master Tony, don't call me anymore. Mistress Eileen will whip me if she finds out." "She opened gift number six, eh? Those were only for play acting. Has she enjoyed the dildos?" "Yes...very much." "What's wrong? Is she using them instead of having sex with you?" "Sometimes. She's started having sex with me again, but..." "'But' what? "Mistress Eileen has informed me that what once was my dick is now her toy, to be used at her discretion. The only time I am to come is...the only time..." "Bill, don't cry. Spit it out." "The only time a worthless slut maid like me is to come is when I am properly filled with a man's dick." "What!?" "Master Tony...She...she straps the dildo on...and..." "Fucks you in the ass?" "Until I come. And then she makes me clean up my own mess, like a good maid. With my tongue." "Why? I mean, why does she fuck you with the dildo?" "Because she told me she doesn't think I'm properly trained yet for the real thing, Master Tony." "Wow. And what's with the 'Master Tony' thing?" "If I am to be a good servant, I am to learn how to address my superiors. Currently, everybody is my superior." "This is really weird, Bill. I can't believe your doing all this." "It's strange, Master Tony, but I'm getting used to it. Mistress Eileen has been staying home more lately, to see to my training. If I'm bad, she whips me; but when I'm good, she lets me come. It's really added a little structure to my life, in a way." "What about your old life? Have you traded the playboy lifestyle in for one as a latex maid?" "That life seems so long ago. I gotta go, Master Tony. She's calling for her tea." ========== "Bill, don't say too much. I know she is probably around you somewhere. I was wondering if she opened the last box this morning." "Yes, Master Tony." "I'm really sorry, Bill. I meant those collars to be a joke. I would guess you're wearing a studded black leather collar that says, 'slave', right?" "Yes, Master Tony." "Bill, has she done anything else to you?" "No, Master Tony." "Is she there now, Bill." "No, Master Tony." "Then tell me what's going on." "Mistress Eileen has shown me the error of my previous ways, Master Tony. I'm not the man you knew before." "And you accept it?" "Yes, Master Tony. It is the way it should be. Master Tony? I would like to apologize for what I did to you before." "All is forgiven, Bill." "Please, Master Tony, refer to me as slut." "Why?" "Mistress Eileen says I don't deserve a name yet, and I should be called slut because of my desire for sex. I haven't earned a name. "It's a little strange, but I'll do it. Slut. Did Eileen..." "Mistress Eileen." "Okay, Mistress Eileen. Did Mistress Eileen put her collar on?" "Yes, Master Tony." "Did you see what it said?" "No, Master Tony. "Hmm. Is your master bedroom clean, slut?" "Oh yes, Master Tony. I clean it every day." "Good. I'll be over soon to move my stuff in, and I want it perfect." "Master Tony?" "You see, slut, your 'Mistress Eileen' is actually my slave Eileen. It said so on her collar. Now you are my slave also. I've been watching those videos, and I have decided that tonight we'll see how that cock-sucking lipstick looks on you before I check her progress on your ass. Goodbye, slut." *End* The Wedding Present Thinking back to our wedding and honeymoon in Florence, I am lulled into that warm space of comfort and love. With the simple words "I do" you brought me to a place where I would do anything and everything you wanted, needed, demanded and begged. That fourth night of our Italian escape, I was eager to crawl under the table at the Ristorante La Giostraon Borgo Pinti street on our trip. The long table covers hid our secret activities from the other patrons in the tiny eatery. I was eager to stroke and suck your cock while you ate your prosciutto e melone and sipped on thick red wine. Eagerly squeezing your balls as I took you into the deep recesses of my throat, I wanted to possess your member as you had possessed my heart. I lapped up your warm cum as you clutched the table trying hard not to moan in orgasmic pleasure. As I drank you in hungrily, I was sure not to spill a precious drop of your cum on the Valentino sundress you bought me the day earlier. I am sure that we would have left unnoticed if that gorgeous Italian waitress hadn't caught your eye while you breathed deeply trying to regain your composure. Had I just popped out from under the white, pressed linens and seated myself at your side and not looked her over, we would have moved on the tiramisu and back to the hotel for the next round of devouring. But no, I paused to study the rich olive skin and ember-coloured eyes that held you in a trance. I studied the pouted crimson lips that naturally went into a smile at the corners, drifting down her long neck and coming to rest on the plump breasts that were held in place by her tight cotton shirt. As she turned her attention to me, I felt my nipples start to tingle as if an electric current pulsed from the hardened points down to my pussy. The air was intoxicating and heavy with the smells of heavenly scented flowers. It was me that invited her to return with us to view the village from the balcony. I was fueled by the need to share your cock and see it enter her tight pink pussy. In the quietness of the hotel room however, it was all three of us that began the 'dance'; the menage of limbs, skin, sensations, and pleasures. Turning our attention to her almost immediately, you pressed up behind her allowing her to feel your rock hard cock against her ass while I explored her lips and mouth with my tongue, slipping her out of her clothes. She moved from our hands and placed herself on our bed, displaying the beauty of her pink, velvety folds dripping with wetness. In unison, our tongues bathed her with pleasures as you focused on her nipples and collar while I sampled her sweet, slightly metallic cream. She writhed in delicious euphoria, begging to have your cock thrust deep into her and desperately wanting to return the pleasures to my pussy. I took her place lying on the plush duvet while she leaned over me and began licking my lips and clit. She spread my warm, sweet juices over my smooth slit causing me to begin to moan. I felt my hips raise as you entered her from behind and her moans began to vibrate in my trench. I fucked her face as her fingers teased my asshole, using my slippery juices to lubricate as she entered my ass slowly eventually keeping in time with your rhythm. I was the first to climax, my moans filling the room. Soon after you pumped your warm fluid in to her hot, wet pussy as she screamed in ecstasy. Falling into a heap of arms and legs in the bed, you fell asleep as we left to shower our skin clean of sweat and cum. Had you been awake when we returned, we would have invited you to join us once more as we lay upon each other with our faces buried in the others sweetness. But there you lay, looking like a man who had been sucked dry of your essence and energy. Keeping our voices to a hush, our moans of joy were muffled by thighs and skin, you slept while we contorted our bodies and writhed in glorious orgasms once again. I watched her as she slowly dressed in front of me without an ounce of modesty and kissed her lightly before she slipped out the door. The best wedding present came from you...and bringing me my Italian treat. The Wedding Present The wedding's over, the bags are packed and I'm helping my new bride change from her wedding gown to her traveling clothes. As I unzip her beautiful dress I find that she's wearing a sexy corset that supports her ample breasts but leaves the nipples uncovered. Her dress won't fit over her hips so as I watch her lift it over her head her legs come into view covered in white stockings. The tops are held up a lacy garter belt which frames her beautiful pussy covered only by a sheer white thong. My erection is straining at my chastity device and I have to think back on how I got to this place in my life. I met Loraine in college. We had a chemistry class together. And, oh, the chemistry we had. I lived in the dorm and she shared a house with her friend, Natasha. While Natasha was tall and thin with long blonde hair, Loraine stood just over five feet tall. Loraine wasn't fat but she definitely had curves. Her smiling face surrounded by shoulder length brown hair was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. We spent many an evening cuddled up together on the couch. It seemed that Natasha was never far away. After the Wednesday night class we had together I would come to the house for dinner. Usually it was just the three of us. Sometimes Natasha would have a boyfriend over but not often on weekdays. After dinner Loraine and I would steal off to her bedroom for some hot sex before I had to be back at the dorm. Friday was our night on the town. Neither of us had to be up early on Saturday so we could play all night, after a dinner out, and a movie or a stop at a club to dance. One night Loraine pulled out some old nylon stockings and asked me to tie her to the bed. I tied a stocking to each wrist and fastened the other end to the iron bed frame stretching her arms out to the sides. Then I tied two more stockings around the ankles of her sexy knee high boots. As long as the zippers on the sides of her boots remained zipped the boots were not coming off and she wasn't going anywhere. After she was secured face up I grabbed a handful of her hair to hold her head and placed a passionate kiss on her lips. Then I left the bedroom and closed the door. I left her to wonder what's going to happen for about 20 minutes. When I came back she was wet from thinking about what was coming next. When I kissed her again I could feel the heat. She was ready. As I unbuttoned her blouse I kissed my way down her chest and across her belly. I could feel her excitement growing as I lifted her skirt and began kissing her again at the tops of her boots. I worked my way up to her panties and then stopped. Waiting. Finally I hear it. That little moan, telling me of her need. I grasp her panties and tear, ripping then apart at the sides. Pulling them away from her body. The body that I want so much to possess is mine, at least for the moment. I plant little kisses closer to her center now. Now I'm licking between her lips, plunging my tongue into her depths. Now I put my tongue on her love button, tickling it. Now sucking it hard. I feel her shudder and I share in her first orgasm of the night. After, I slid up to cuddle her while she savors the experience. I put the head of my cock between her folds and waited. Tied as she was, she could do nothing to hasten the progress. After a minute of teasing I stabbed myself into her very wet and slippery pussy. She let out a gasp of surprise followed by a moan of approval. Again I didn't move. She tried to move but soon realized I was in charge. Now I started moving inside her, slowly at first, then faster and faster until she cried out in passion. Her pussy gripped my cock like a vice, triggering my own orgasm. I held myself inside her to the hilt while her climax washed over her. For several long minutes we were both too spent to move but finally I pulled my limp penis from her, rolled over and began to release her bonds. We resumed our clothes and cuddled for a few more minutes before I had to leave. The second time, she told me to tie her face down on the bed with some pillows under her hips. After her arms and legs were firmly fastened to the corners of the bed she told me "I guess I can't stop you from doing anything you want. Even if you want to fuck my ass." "Being tied up is so freeing," she said one evening. "You don't have to make any decisions. You don't have to try to please your partner. You don't have to take any responsibility for what happens. All you have to do is feel. "I think it's time you had a turn at loosing control." She told me to strip and lie on the bed. Then she tied my arms and legs to the corners of the bed. "I'm really not in the mood just now. Maybe if you lick me real good." She reached up under her skirt, pulled off her panties and dropped them on my hard cock. She knelt over my face, and holding on to the headboard for balance, lowered her cunt to my face. I got the hint. I started licking at the crease where her leg joins her body, first one side, then the other. Then I progressed to her slit occasionally dipping my tongue into her love tunnel, gradually working my way up to her clit. When I reached her button I ran my tongue around it separating it from the hood. Then I sucked it into my mouth and tickled it with my tongue. My reward came swiftly in the form of her nectar, which I drank greedily. Then she turned around and sucked my cock into her mouth. The feel was incredible as she bobbed her head up and down. I was in heaven. I was just about to erupt when she stopped. "My turn!" she said as she once again moved her pussy to my mouth. We pleasured each other for the next two hours. She came five more times. I came once, but it was the most powerful experience of my life. Tuesday evening, as I sat down to my take-out pizza, I was reflecting on the events of the previous weeks with Loraine and how turned on I get when she ties me up and teases me. Meanwhile across town Natasha and Loraine were preparing their dinner. "Did you have a good time on your date last night, Natasha?" "I don't know if Jim had a really good time but I sure did!" Natasha said. "At dinner I told him that I wasn't wearing panties. I think that got him thinking he was going to get lucky. After a nice walk on the beach we ended up back at his place. He sat down on a wooden chair and I tapped his wrists to the arms of the chair. He thinks I'm kinky! "I unzipped him, pulled his pants and shorts down to his knees. Then I wrapped his belt around his leg and the chair leg and buckled it where it would be hard for him to reach. I took his cock in my hand and ran my tongue around the head" She continued. "I took as much of it as I could into my mouth. He thought he was getting the best blowjob of his life! Every time I sensed that he was close I stopped and waited for him to calm down. He never knew a blowjob could last for over two hours. After a while I gagged him to stop him from begging. "About eleven thirty I looked at the clock and said 'Oh my God, I have to leave right now. I didn't realize it was so late.' I told him to call me Thursday and we could finish this on the weekend when I don't have to get up so early. I untied one arm so that he could undo the other and I ran out the door before he could say anything." "I bet he had to take care of things himself after that!" Loraine said. "I know I sure did" Natasha replied. "I must have cum five times that night." "That's cruel but it's sure got me excited." "Yah, me too," she said. "I wanted to keep him waiting until Friday. He'd be so excited to see me he'd do anything I wanted." "How could you do THAT?" Loraine asked. "With this piece of modern technology!" "Is that what I think it is?" "It's a CB6000. A chastity belt, well a device anyway." "That's cool," said Loraine. "Why didn't you?" "Owning someone's sex is a long term commitment, like you and Jerry. I'm just not ready for that yet. Maybe you should try it! I'll bet that would add some spice to your love life." "Oh, I like this! You even have a lock engraved 'Property of Natasha.' I think this could be a lot of fun" "I'm going downtown tomorrow. I'll get you your own lock. You have to establish ownership early. You can try it out on your date tomorrow night." That Wednesday night when we went into her bedroom Loraine told me "Strip, slowly. Entertain me." Not wanting to disappoint, I began to remove my shirt, dancing around as best I could, trying to imagine what a male stripper would do. She sat down in a chair to watch. This was completely new territory for us. She had never been so forceful with her desires before but I liked the way it made me feel. I thought 'As long as her fantasies involve me they must be fun. I'll go along with anything she wants.' When I was naked she told me "Lay down on the bed. I want you totally under my power tonight. I'm going to tie you to the bed and have my way with you." I said "I'm always under your power!" "Don't say anything." She began to tie my hands together and to the headboard. Then she went to my feet and said "Lift up so I can put this pillow under your ass. Can you scoot down a little so your arms are tight?" "I'll try" "I'll try, Mistress!" she said. I repeated what she wanted and wiggled around until my feet were as close to the bottom of the bed as I could get. Then she tied one to each corner of the bed, stretching me as tight as she could. With a little of the lotion she always kept on her nightstand she began to massage my nipples. This always gets me turned on quickly. Then a little more lotion rubbed into my scrotum and my dick and I knew I was hers to do with as she pleased. I was definitely pleased. Soon her hands found their way back down to my balls. When her finger touched my anis I would have jumped clear off the bed if I hadn't been tied to it. She rubbed back and forth over it several times and I began to realize just how vulnerable I was. She could do anything to me and there was nothing I could do to resist. And she knew it. While she continued teasing my asshole she took my prick into her mouth and began to slide her lips lower and lower until the head hit the back of her throat. Instead of pulling back as she always had she swallowed and continued to descend until her lips touched my pubic hair. When she pulled off I was so hard you could drive nails with my prick. "Do you like that?" she asked. "If we're going to do this you need to do something about that wiry hair down there. Would you like me to take care of it for you?" "Yes, Mistress. Whatever you think best." "I think this would be more fun for you if you can't see or talk while I'm doing it. Don't you think so?" "Yes, Mistress" "But before I gag you I want you to give me one more orgasm." She crawled up on the bed and lowered her pussy to my mouth. As I tried my best to please her I felt something cold on my asshole. She started to work her finger into my ass. I responded to the incredible stimulation sucking her clit into my mouth but soon she pulled away. I thought she didn't like what I was doing but she was just repositioning to present her ass to my mouth. "Lick," was all she said. And I did. After a few minutes she repositioned herself so that I could lick her clit again and I brought her to a huge climax. I should have known it wasn't just what I did but her thinking what she was going to do that got her off so well. After climbing off of the bed she reached under it and pulled out a rubber ball with a strap through the center. She gave me a passionate kiss and then pushed the ball into my mouth. After buckling the strap securely behind my head she gave me another kiss although the ball prevented our tongues from touching. She placed a blindfold over my eyes and buckled it tightly behind my head. I felt something cool being rubbed onto my pubic area, shaving gel I assumed. Then I felt Loraine pulling at my skin and a scraping sensation. I knew even without seeing that all of my hair would soon be gone from that region. When she was done she rubbed lotion onto the freshly shaved skin. Again she took me into her mouth but this time she swallowed me all the way down, her lips touching the baby smooth skin of my belly. After two times up and down she left my cock and started to lick my nipples. I was really enjoying this but then she stopped again and started nibbling my neck. Not being able to see, it seemed like forever but was probably less than an hour she licked, sucked and kissed driving me crazy with lust but never letting me cum. After teasing me for so long I thought I was going to have a tremendous orgasm. That's when the real shock of the evening came, and I didn't. Suddenly I felt a terrible cold on my crotch. After a few minutes I was pretty numb so she removed the ice pack. I couldn't feel much but I could feel her doing something more to my cock and balls. When she finished she removed the blindfold and I got my first look at the device she'd put me in. My penis was encased in a clear plastic tube. The tube was completely full, and I wasn't even hard. It had a downward curve that would make an erection impossible. A ring around my cock and balls held it in place. A small brass padlock, inscribed 'Property of Loraine' insured that I wouldn't be taking it off. She said "I liked you being excited so much that I want to extend it. Friday when you come over I'll take it off and you can have me any way that you want. Won't that be fun?" "It'll be fun then but it's not much fun now," I gulped. "You know you love it when I take charge," she replied. "You're tough. You can handle it, for me. Think of how hard you'll cum Friday after two days of no one touching it! It's only 48 hours." "OK, I'll try it. Just for you." That Friday when I came to her house she was wearing the sexiest 'little black dress' that I had ever seen. Of course by that time a flour sack would have been sexy to me. It had a short flared skirt that showed off her womanly hips and the top showed plenty of cleavage. Around her neck she had a small gold chain with a little key on it. After a kiss that left my eyeballs slightly foggy I helped her on with her wrap and we were out the door. When I opened the car door for her she sat down with her knees together and carefully tucked her skirt under her legs. Not even a hint of what was above those silky black stockings. Soon we arrived at the restaurant and she got out of the car as carefully as she had gotten in. Sometimes it seems it's more of a tease not to tease and she was showing me that she was a master of the art. The dining room wasn't crowded and we sat in a darkened corner, away from most of the other diners. After we ordered she kicked off her shoe and placed her foot in my lap, playing with my CB with her toes. "Oh my goodness!" she whispered. "I totally forgot to put on any panties." If my cock could have gotten hard it would have torn a hole in my underwear. She continued to tease me throughout dinner, touching my hand, leaning forward to give me a glimpse down the front of her dress and wiggling her foot in my lap. By the time we were ready to leave I was a total wreck. But did we go home? "I want to go have a drink at that new club across town," she said as she snuggled up to me in the car. How could I refuse? How would I survive? When we finally got home she still wanted to tie me to the bed. I took off my clothes and lay down on the bed. She placed a couple of pillows under my head to help me sit upright. Then she proceeded to tie my arms to the top of the headboard. When she felt that I was securely held in place she spent a few agonizing minutes examining my poor locked-up cock. Dancing sensuously to the music she had put on she slowly began to remove her clothes. She unzipped her dress and let the top fall around her hips revealing a black bra so sheer that her nipples were clearly visible through it. I hadn't seen it looking down her dress because the cups were cut so low that the top of her areola was showing. She turned to let me watch her unfasten the strap at the back and then turned still holding the cups over her perfect C-cup breasts. When she completed the reveal I was straining at the ropes binding me to the bed, I wanted her so bad. Finally she gave a little push dropping her dress to the floor, revealing that she did indeed forget her panties. Not only that but she's completely shaved. Dressed only in her silky stockings and garter belt she crawled onto the bed and began rubbing her beautiful body against mine. "Please unlock me and let's make love!" I cried desperately. Loraine looked over at the clock and replied, "We still have ten minutes to go. It hasn't been forty-eight hours yet." All I could do was to cry. She held me and asked what I would like to do when the time came. I told her "I just want to make love to you." Finally she took the chain with the key off of her neck and unlocked me. I was instantly hard. When she untied me I was finally able to take her in my arms, kiss her and begin to make love. After waiting for so long I didn't think I would last long but I found I couldn't cum. We fucked for over half an hour before I finally shot the biggest load I had ever seen. During that time she must have cum five times. Afterward we were so tired that we just fell asleep in each other's arms. I awoke in the morning to the smell of breakfast as Loraine brought in a tray for us. After eating we made love again, slowly, calmly, without the urgency of last night but still with all of the passion. It was wonderful. "Are you ready to try that again?" she asked. "Not yet, but it was an exciting experience," I replied. Over the next few weeks we did try it again several times. Some times we would make love early Wednesday night before she locked me up but usually she spent the evening teasing me before packing me in ice to lock me away 'til Friday. When Friday finally arrived we would go out to a movie or dancing after dinner and by the time she was done teasing me I was ready for some wild sex. I would lick her to two or three orgasms before she unlocked me. I was as hard as steel. After, I would stay free until the following week when the fun would be repeated. One Friday night things went horribly wrong. Loraine had tied me to the bed after I removed my clothes. Her tease was merciless as usual and I was about ready to explode. She finally took the chain from around her neck and put the key to the lock. . . but it didn't fit. It wouldn't even go into the keyhole. She turned it around and tried it the other way. No good. Then she took a closer look at the lock. At the inscription 'Property of Natasha.' "How did Natasha's lock get on you?" she asked. "She must have switched locks before she left town yesterday. She's on a class field trip until next Tuesday. I can't even call her. We'll just have to wait 'till she gets back" My heart sank. There I was, all primed and ready to go, locked in this CB with no key. Loraine untied me and we hugged for a while until it was time for me to get dressed and go home. The following Wednesday night I was sitting waiting for Loraine when Natasha comes in and sits down. She was wearing jeans so tight that it must have been hard for her to breathe. I know they made it hard for me to breathe. Her bright orange tee shirt was just snug enough to emphasize her B-size breasts. I grabbed for the sheet in an attempt to cover my nudity in my surprise but I knew she's already seen it all. "Hi," she said as if this was perfectly normal. "I'll bet you're wondering about the key." She reached down to the hem of her tee shirt and pulled it up and over her head. Her nipples were straining at the cups of her lacy black bra. Nestled in her cleavage was a key on a gold chain. "I want to check it out. Loose the sheet," she said. The Wedding Present Knowing she has the key I felt that I had little choice so I moved the sheet out of the way. She reached down and closely examined my trapped cock. With one hand she took a hold of the CB and with the other she fondled my balls rolling them against each other. The pain was almost unbearable, not because of my balls but my cock was straining to get hard. After about ten minutes she took the chain with the key from around her neck and handed it to me. Relief at last, I think as I fit the key into the lock. "It won't turn," I said. "Oh, that's not the key to that lock," Natasha said. "I just like to have a key to remind me that you don't. The key to that lock is safely put away. You'll get unlocked on Friday." And with that she picked up my clothes and walked out of the room telling Loraine "He's all yours. Except for one small part!" Loraine walked in and told me "I'll make it up to you. We'll have a good time on Friday. Natasha assured me she would unlock you so we can make love then." Friday evening when I knocked on Loraine's door I was greeted by not one, but two beautiful women. Loraine was wearing a red dress with a short flared skirt and a rounded neckline that did little more than hint at cleavage. Around her neck she had a string of pearls that were almost as beautiful and white as her perfect teeth. She had on sheer black stockings and red pumps. She looked fantastic. Natasha was in a similar dress in black. The neckline plunged low enough that I was sure she couldn't wear a bra. Hanging from a gold chain around her neck was a key. I had to wonder, 'is that my key?' The black boots she wore had heels at of least four inches bringing her to a height of six feet two. "We're all ready to go," Loraine said. "We thought tonight should be our treat." "We?" I asked. "I thought you and I had a date." "We thought you would like having a date with two women," Natasha interjected. "Especially when you don't have to pay for it," she smiled. "In fact you can just leave your wallet here. All we need is you." "OK, if that's what you want to do," I said to Loraine. I love Loraine, but if she wants to share me with her hot roommate for the evening why would I complain. As I held the car door for Loraine she very carefully sat down in the back seat, holding her hands in her lap to keep her skirt in place. Last time she got into the car that way she later told me she had 'forgotten' her panties. She wasn't giving away anything about what's under her dress tonight. Holding the front door for Natasha was completely different. She grabbed a hold on the back of the seat, spread her legs slightly and sat down. In the process I had a nice view up her skirt far enough to know where her stockings ended. Then she bent forward showing me a lot of cleavage, still no sign of a bra. I got into the back seat next to Loraine and off we went. After a few minutes we got on the freeway. I had no idea where we were going and to add to the mystery Loraine reached over and put a blindfold over my eyes. "You like surprises, don't you?" Natasha asked, looking at me in the mirror. I thought I'd had enough surprises from Natasha but I knew better than to say so. "I'm sure this will be interesting," was all I said. When we finally stopped, after many changes in direction and what seemed like over an hour, Natasha removed the blindfold and I found that we were in a parking garage. The outside doors were closed and I had no idea where I was. I was led from the car by each girl taking one of my hands, through a large door to where a large man was checking ID. 'Oh, no,' I thought. 'My ID is in my wallet back at the girls' house. Now what do we do?' Natasha showed him a card and he opened the inside door and ushered us through into the restaurant. As I looked around the restaurant I quickly noticed that although the customers were all very nicely dressed the waitresses were much more casual. They wore a typical apron tied around their waist and sensible shoes. Oh, and they had their hair tied back to keep it out of the food. Other than that, just what nature gave them. And, believe me, nature had been good to them. This was much more than I had expected. Almost more than I could stand in my confined state. We were shown to a table near the middle of the dining room. I was sitting across from the woman I loved but as I looked around I could see nearly naked waitresses all around me. That key hanging between Natasha's breasts kept reminding me why I couldn't get hard. "How did you ever find this place?" Loraine asked. "Randy told me about it," Natasha replied. "He made the reservations for us. I really had to work to get him to agree." "What did you have to do?" "He told me to convince him. That was all he said. I put on some music and started dancing as sexy as I knew how. I started to unfasten my jeans. They were open down to the top of my thong when I turned around and peeled them over my ass. Then I put my hands over my head and danced until my jeans slid down my legs. I turned away from him and bent over so I could look between my legs at him. Gave him a good look at my firm round ass. When I stood up again I put my hands on the hem of my tee shirt and pulled it over my head leaving me in just my thong as I wasn't wearing a bra. The thong I had on did little to hide me. It was just an inch of lace but I peeled it off and hung it on Randy's left ear. "When I was naked I got down on my knees and unzipped his pants. I fished his cock out of his boxers and kissed the head. Then I ran my tongue all along the length of it until it was all wet. Then I took it into my mouth as far as I could and swallowed as I pushed it down my throat. I could tell by the moaning that he really liked that. I continued deep throating him for about five minutes and then pulled off. I pulled a condom out of my purse but before I could open the wrapper he told me that he wanted to see me swallow. I went back to licking and sucking for another ten minutes until he finally blasted down my throat. I kept sucking until he went soft. Then I opened my mouth to show him what I had collected before I swallowed it. "Someone owes me, big time" "Wow!" was all Loraine could say. Needless to say, it was the most distracting meal I had ever tried to eat. Finally, with dinner over we made our way back to the car. This time Loraine drove and Natasha sat in the back. "Did you like the restaurant?" Loraine asked me. I nodded but before I could open my mouth to speak she continued "Do you like these?" With that she pulled the top of her dress down just enough for me to peek at her nipples. Again my cock tried to rise but was stopped by the CB. I now knew that she was wearing a platform bra that left her nipples covered only by the thin top of her dress. "You know I love every part of you," I said. She took my hand and slid it into the top of her dress and onto her breast. She laid her head back and I kissed her neck. She shuddered and held me close for a minute. Then she put the blindfold back on me, started the car and we were off to our next adventure. Our next stop was at a small club near where Loraine and Natasha live. We had a couple of drinks and I danced with each of the girls. While we danced Natasha kept placing her hands on my ass and even reached down to fondle my trapped cock. Loraine just snuggled up close and kissed me. "I want you so bad!" I told her. "Soon," she replied. We finally found our way home. Loraine and I went into her bedroom and started making out. She turned around and asked me to unzip her dress. As she let it drop I saw her beautiful body clad in just a bra and thong. When she turned back around I saw her bra was just a little bit of lace holding the lower part of her breasts leaving her nipples and everything above bare. The thong didn't cover much either. It was a triangle of lace just big enough to cover her clit. The rest was string tucked safely between her pussy lips and string around her waist. I took off my shirt and pulled her to me. I could feel her nipples hardening against my chest as we kissed. She led me over to the bed and told me to lay down. Then she took a piece of soft rope and tied my wrists together. After she tied my hands to the headboard she suddenly said "I need to go get Natasha." "Why?" I asked. "Unless you want to stay locked up. We need her to take the lock off." Out of the bedroom she went in just her bra and thong. Soon she was back, followed closely by Natasha. "OK, we need to get those pants off, Loraine," Natasha said. "I'll unlock him and check for fit problems. But first we need to put these on him." With that she held up a pair of handcuffs. "We don't want him talking his way out of this!" She cuffed my left wrist to the headboard then after Loraine slid off my pants and boxers, Natasha unlocked the cage and removed it. There I was, naked, with my hands secured to the headboard, and the biggest erection I had ever seen, when Natasha started to closely examine my pubic area for spots of irritation. When she was done she said "I need some relief after all of tonight's stimulation." Out came the blindfold Loraine and I had used so many times and I was plunged into darkness. I felt pressure on the bed and then a moist pussy was pressed to my lips. The unfamiliar aroma confirmed it's not Loraine but I did the only thing I could. I licked as if my life depended on it. Perhaps life, as I had known it, did. When Natasha was satisfied she left and Loraine took her place. By the time Loraine was done I was tired. My tongue was tired. I was ready for sleep. But then the most amazing thing happened. I realized I had an erection. Not just a painful attempt, but a real erection. Then Loraine slid down my body and began to blow softly on my cock. I could feel my need and my hardness increase. She took the head into her mouth then sucked it in until I reached the back of her mouth. I felt her hand gently caressing my nuts. Then a finger started to tease my anus. As she worked her finger into my ass and my dick into her mouth I thought I would die from pleasure. But before I could unload into her mouth she got up and turned around and lay on top of me, her mouth only an inch from my ear. "I need you inside me, now!" she whispered into my ear as she slid down my body, impaling herself on my cock. She rode me slowly at first, picking up speed as our passion increased. After a few minutes I felt her pussy clamp down on me as she came. That was all I could stand. I blasted off, filling her to capacity with my seed. One Wednesday evening, when I arrived for our date, Natasha told me I needed to help around the house to earn my release. "Today we will start with the laundry. Follow me to the basement." There I found a pile of dirty clothes on the floor. Natasha showed me how to sort them into 3 loads and the hand wash. When I put the first load into the machine she told me "Put your clothes in there too. Wash them with the first load; dry them with the last. You won't be tempted to quit before the job is done." After I started the machine we turned our attention to the few things that had to be washed by hand. "Take them upstairs and do them in the sink." She and Loraine watched closely as I worked. While the machines were working I fixed us a nice dinner. It was strange to eat in just my CB while they were fully dressed. After I finished the wash and cleaned up the kitchen Loraine led me into her bedroom and told me to lie on the bed. After she secured my hands to the headboard she kissed me and began to lick and suck my nipples. With the stimulation I immediately tried to get hard but, as always, was prevented by my CB. After a few minutes of torture she left. Five minutes later, when she returned, Natasha was with her. Natasha, who had the key snuggled between her breasts when she came in, leaned down, unlocked and removed the CB. "You did a good job on the laundry," Natasha said. "Don't you think he deserves a treat, Loraine?" Loraine just smiled as Natasha began to draw my cock into her mouth. After a few minutes of a wonderful blowjob she stopped. "I was almost there," I said. "I know!" she replied. "We can't have that now, can we?" With that Loraine took over the tease. She fondled my balls and rubbed my cock but every time I got close to cuming she would stop and wait for me to calm down. For the next two hours she and Natasha tag-teamed me never letting me over the top. Around midnight Natasha brought in some ice and packed it around my genitals. "Time to get you ready to go home," she said as she reattached my CB. About that time Loraine came back with my clothes. Natasha unlocked the handcuffs and I got dressed and went home. This was to become our Wednesday routine, repeated every week for the next two months. I would do their laundry, fix dinner, suffer a prolonged teasing session and go home Fridays, however, were much different and yet still much the same. Like always we went out for a nice dinner and some dancing. Loraine always outdid herself looking sexy for our night out. She way she looked always made it uncomfortable for me to be in the CB. The next Friday after we found Natasha in control I was in the bedroom, wearing just my CB, when Natasha walked in with Loraine right behind. She had some leather straps and chains in her hand. "This will give him more mobility," Natasha told Loraine. "Give me your hands," she said to me. She proceeded to place a leather strap around each of my wrists. The third strap buckled around my neck. There was a chain from the collar to each wrist allowing my hands to reach only as far as my waist. Three padlocks completed the package. Natasha then bent down and removed my CB. "Have fun," she said as she went out the door. "I'd really like a massage," Loraine told me. I realized that I could still function with my hands fastened as they were. I got some oil, positioned her on the bed and began. After half an hour I told her to turn over so I could do her front. I finished her massage with my tongue. After three orgasms she told me she needed to be fucked. I was more than willing to comply. For the first time in months I was able to be on top when we made love. I tried to make the most of the opportunity. I held off cumming for as long as I possibly could. When we finished we lay in each other's arms until Natasha came in to lock me back into the CB. But first Loraine carefully washed my genitals and then Natasha proceeded to shave me. After I was safely locked away I put on my clothes and went home happy. One Wednesday, when I came back upstairs after putting my clothes into the first load in the washing machine, I was very surprised to find three other girls waiting in the kitchen. There I was in just my CB. There was no place to hide. It was too late anyway, they had already seen. "This is Linda, Susan and Margaret," Natasha said. "You know that I will be gone almost three months this summer. They have kindly volunteered to fill in as key holder while I'm gone. So I need to show them what to do." "I had hoped that you would give the key to Loraine," I said. "I thought I might give it to Loraine for a wedding present," she said. "Maybe. In the meantime, if you don't want out while I'm gone, the girls can leave." "Oh, no. They can stay," I said. "To the bedroom!" Natasha commanded. "Before it can be freed from its prison we need to keep his hands out of the way. He hasn't touched my cock in over six months and I don't want him to. That's what makes it MY cock. We have this lovely necklace that allows him to move around and do things. I hear he's getting pretty good at massage. But for now we'll tie his hands to the headboard. Always remember to add the handcuffs so that he can't talk Loraine into letting him loose. After he's secure he's yours to enjoy. I always blindfold him before I get naked; I don't want him to get too excited!" With that she buckled a blindfold over my eyes. After a few minutes I felt the bed move and a pussy pressed to my mouth. I couldn't tell whose it was but I knew I hadn't had the pleasure before. While I was busy pleasuring the first girl Natasha busied herself teaching the others how to tease my cock without ever making it squirt. I drank the juices of several orgasms of each girl before being changed into the collar and released from the bed. Each girl had several practice sessions of 'how to stimulate Jerry, but not too much.' I went back to the laundry hoping to finish before Loraine got home. A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts. As Loraine slipped into her sundress for our trip I opened the door to find Carole, one of Loraine's friends, with a package in her hands. It was about the size of a breadbox, wrapped in silver paper and tied up with ribbon. Carole handed it to Loraine saying "A courier just delivered this." It had a card attached plainly marked 'To be opened only by Loraine.' "The card says it's from Natasha," Loraine said. While I watched, she peeled back the paper and opened the box. Inside was a gold chain with a key, THE key, attached. At last, the key to my freedom. Loraine picked up the key, put the chain around her neck and said "Let's go."