4 comments/ 23573 views/ 7 favorites Over his Head By: Bakeboss Part l: Gene meets Darla and turns from lab partner to personal servant before he knows what hit him. My name is Gene and this is the story of how I met and fell in love with the most beautiful creature in the world. I'm a typical college nerd, great at math and science but lousy in communication, especially with girls. Of course, this makes me painfully shy and I can count the dates I've had on one hand, in fact, most of my dates are with my one hand. Darla and I met, unbelievably in chem class. She could only be described as the classic blond bombshell, where everything is big that should be, big hair, big red lips, big boobs, and a big butt. What this lovely creature was doing in an advanced lab was beyond me for she was certainly was in over her head. When the prof assigned her to me as a lab partner, I knew right away she'd be no help to me but what the hell, she had a pretty face so I didn't mind. As chemistry is in my wheelhouse, so to speak, I was comfortable enough to talk to Darla, even if it was only about class. She on the other had no qualms with talking to me about any subject she chose. From her period to her sex life, or even to ask if I thought so and so was cute enough to date, she spoke to me freely on these and many more subjects. The only matter she didn't like to talk about was of course, our chem class. She talked to me as an old time friend and I was enthralled with her. I knew that the only chance I had with her was to be a friend and that she would never feel for me as I felt for her. All that didn't matter and I couldn't wait for class and the chance to hear what she had to say. Soon she gave up on all attempts of even trying in the lab and I was doing all her work and mine. My life changed forever the day she asked me to help with her math class. When I said I'd be happy to help, she invited me to her place after class. As a person who had always lived in the dorms, I was surprised she had an apartment off campus. Darla seemed unfazed by the mess in her place, even the pair of panties left lying on the arm of the couch didn't bother her enough to pick up and put away. I told her she needed a maid and she asked me if I was volunteering. Then without waiting for my reply she said, "Come on let's see how you do, go ahead start with this room." She picked up her panties and handed them to me, "Let me show you where these go." I followed her into the bathroom off her bedroom where she showed me the hamper for her dirty clothes. She asked me if I thought the panties I was holding were dirty and when I just gave her a blank stare she took them from me. "This is how you tell if panties are too dirty to wear," I looked in disbelief at her as she put them to my nose to smell. As I sniffed the crotch, she made sure to rub them around my face. My cock was throbbing and I feared I might soil myself. I squeezed myself to relieve the pressure building inside me and when I looked up, she was watching me with a smile on her face. "I think you'll do just fine as my maid. Well chop-chop, let's get busy; you've got a lot of work to do." As I cleaned her mess, she relaxed, she talked on the phone, she read a magazine, and she paid no attention to me. Finally, she got up and went to her room leaving the door open. When I looked up, I could see her reflection in her mirror as she undressed. She was standing there in her panties and bra looking in her closet for something to wear. I knew I was spying on her but it gave me such an erection I couldn't stop. She slipped a short tiny dress over her head and when she bent to straighten her shoes, I got one last look at her panties. I quickly walked away as she sat in front of the mirror to put on make-up and comb her hair. When she came out, she looked beautiful and I knew she must have a date. "I've got to go out; when you finish here my math is in my bedroom. When you're done, lock up before you leave." As soon as she walked out the door, I went to her bathroom and looked in her hamper to find more dirty panties. I spied a lacy white pair and as I picked them up, I noticed the crotch was covered in something all crusty. I put them to my nose searching for her scent but it was too dry so I put them to my mouth for a taste, it was not in the least bit pleasant. I took out my cock and jacked off in her sink as I rubbed my face in her panties. Only later as I looked back on that evening did I realize that it was my first taste of another man's sperm. I finished cleaning her apartment, glad that it was so small. I then did her math work, not leaving her place until after midnight. The next day in lab, I was shocked at how bad Darla looked. I could tell she had been crying, as her eyes were red and puffy. I asked her what was wrong, but she didn't want to talk about it and she sat there silently through the whole class. After we walked out together, she sat on a bench under a big elm and she began to cry anew. As I tried to comfort her, she ended up putting her head on my shoulder and sobbing uncontrollably. "Eric dumped me last night; he took me home and fucked me then threw me out. That bastard, all he wanted from me was sex, well that's it, no man's going to fuck me ever again." I held her close with my nose in her hair enjoying the scent of her shampoo. "You're too upset to be alone, come to my place and I'll make you some tea. When you're ready then I'll take you home." With her head down and her arm in my arm, she went with me to my dorm. She drank the tea I made, then lay down on my bed to rest. I felt so sorry for her, how could any boy be so mean to her. I just wanted to make her feel better so I took off her shoes and socks and massaged her feet. She told me it felt good to her but to me it was a work of love that I would never tire of doing. She soon fell asleep, and as I sat beside her watching, I knew I was hers to do with as she wished. Later, when she awoke she saw me sitting there and she smiled as if she were glad to see me. This made my heart soar and I wished I could make her smile forever. "Gene, I don't want to go home tonight, can I stay here with you?" She asked for one of my shirts to wear as a cover-up and then went to take a shower as I tried to make us a dinner in my little kitchen. She came back squeaky clean, no make-up and her wet hair wrapped in a towel. My borrowed tee shirt hung to just below her butt and I could tell she was naked underneath it. She looked as beautiful as I'd ever seen her and I told her so. We sat at my counter eating pork and beans with a microwave meatloaf. I felt bad that it was all I had but she devoured it as if it was something from the Ritz. As she ate, she unconsciously opened and closed her legs exposing herself to me. "You are a naughty boy looking at me like that." My face turned bright red and I apologized profusely but she just laughed at me. "It's all right, your just a boy and I know all boys want to peek. You know I saw you watching me change at my place the other day. I thought it was kind of hot so I don't mind if you peek but just so you know I won't let you fuck me." I even found her vulgar language exciting but then she calmly spread her legs wide to show me everything. Her pussy glistened with wetness from either the shower or her natural juices. I had now lost all train of thought as I stared at those hidden folds that make us men powerless to deny a woman's wishes. I have no idea how long I stared and then she just closed her legs and said, "That's all for tonight chum, did that turn you on?" She reached over, felt my throbbing erection, and then giggled at her power over me. As I cleaned the kitchen, she relaxed in front of my TV watching some inane show she said she liked. I then went to my bathroom and cleaned up the mess she left in there. I picked up her clothes and when I had her panties in my hand, I had to sniff them. Before I realized it, I had my dick inside them jacking off until I came inside them. I then hand washed her panties and bra hanging them on my shower as I remembered my mother doing when I was a lad. When I came out, she was asleep in my bed so I curled up in my chair to sleep. Part ll: Their first date ends with Gene learning to satisfy his Queen orally. I awoke in the morning stiff and sore but I felt complete contentment when I looked over to see Darla sleeping on my tiny bed. I did what I needed to do in the bathroom and went to the kitchen to see what I could do about breakfast. Luckily, I had some eggs and bacon so I began to cook. The smell of cooking bacon woke Darla and she got up and took her turn in the bathroom. Not even bothering to close the door as she sat on my toilet, I could hear her stream of urine splashing in the bowl and I found it highly erotic. She chatted amiably as she ate while I keep staring down the tee shirt that she was wearing. I looked up to see that she had caught me peeking she called me a perve, but she said it with a smile. After breakfast, I walked her back to her apartment and she held my hand as if we were lovers. About half way there she stopped, "I just realized that Eric was going to take me to the Spring Fling tonight, now I don't have a date. I know it's late but would you take me?" Of course, I said yes and after dropping her off, I rushed back to my dorm to prepare. I had no idea what I needed to do so I called my older sister Kim to ask advice. She told me what she expected from a prom date and I followed her advice, even down to the limo. Darla seemed to enjoy herself, as for me not so much. She seemed to know everyone there and was either talking to or dancing with other boys most of the night. However, she did dance the first dance and the last with me, both slow. I thrilled to be holding her close and her perfume was like an aphrodisiac. As we left the dance she told me she had a wonderful time and was glad she came with me. When we arrived at her apartment, she informed the limo driver that we wouldn't need him again. Once upstairs she asked me to help her undress as her corset was uncomfortable. I did this with care making sure not to wrinkle her gown, even hanging it up where it belonged. I knelt at her feet to unclip her nylons from her corset. I watched as she peeled the garment from her body amazed at how relaxed she was to be naked in front of me. She then sat down and told me to take off her shoes. Once her shoes and nylons were off, I massaged her tired feet and she moaned in pleasure. She asked if I would like to please her more and after I said yes, she invited me to put my lips to her pussy. She held my head in place just where she wanted it, "Oh yes, that's good, that's where I like it, keep going. Gene I will not let you fuck me, at least not now but I will let you pleasure me like this, a lot and often." I recognized her scent from her panties but this was wetter and I wanted just to gobble her up. I stuck my tongue deep inside her and then she lifted my face and I now slid my tongue up her slit until I landed on a tiny nub at the top. "That's right, now faster, right there, ooh." She orgasmed, washing my face in her nectar and I felt on top of the world. She came two or three more times, then pushed my face away. She told me to stand and then to take my pants down. She then instructed me to masturbate in front of her, catching my sperm in her hand as I came. She wiped her hand on my belly and then cleaned the rest with her tongue. We now lay down naked and she lazily played with my penis. "If I was to let you be my boyfriend you would have to follow certain rules." "Darla you must know I'd do anything for you, all you need do is ask." "What if I said you could not be with any other girl but if I wanted I could be with other boys?" I paused for a moment considering all this, but in the end even if I had to share her it would be worth it and so I said it would be no problem. "I've always felt as if I was a slave to the boys I went with, giving them whatever they wanted. Now I want a boy to serve me, be my slave. Would you be willing to do that for me?" I didn't understand why but what she was saying was turning me on and I felt my erection firming quickly. Darla noticed this as well as it was now pressing against her thigh. She took me in her hand, "I think you like the idea of being my slave, see you just twitched when I said my slave. Well I like it too, here feel my pussy, see how wet I am?" Without saying a thing she climbed on my chest, her slit just inches from my lips. I noticed she closed her eyes as she sat on my face and she began to rub herself on me. I could feel her juices coating me all over and I began rubbing my penis as I pleasured her. When she noticed what I was doing, she slapped my hand away. "You can't play with yourself until I give you permission, keep your hands off, and pay attention to me." After she came, she reversed herself and now while my tongue was in her pussy my nose was pressed against her anus. I could smell fecal matter from her butt yet I tried to ignore it as I continued to lick her. When Darla began to play with me, I became so excited I pressed my nose deeper almost penetrating her rectum. I shot my load onto my belly and she ran her fingers through it as she spread around. Finally sated she lay down beside me and went to sleep. I lay there a long time pondering what had become of my life in just a few days. My only conclusion was that I was now happier than I was before and with that thought, I fell asleep as well. In the morning, I arose before her, and when I found nothing to eat in the kitchen, I ran to the store. Darla again woke to the smell of cooking bacon and she wandered into the kitchen still naked. She sat at the counter casually eating bacon as I cooked eggs and then we ate together. As I cleaned the breakfast dishes, she told me she wanted me to move in with her so she could have me handy. By early afternoon, I was now moved in and although I realized I had now relinquished all freedoms, I was glad. Early that evening as I was cleaning the apartment a girl came to visit Darla. I was introduced as Darla's maid, which made the girl giggle and embarrassed me. The girl and Darla got up to go out and as she walked by me, she paused and reached up her skirt to pull her panties down. She dropped them in my face telling me I needed to do her laundry making her friend laugh once again. I sat there quiet, humiliated and yet aroused; I hoped my erection was not showing to Darla's friend. Then the two left without telling me where they were going or when they would be back. The feeling of her panties lying gently on my face with just a hint of her scent drove me crazy with lust. I pulled out my penis and masturbated feverishly until I sprayed my spunk in them. Now feeling like a pervert, I took her soiled underwear to the bathroom where I washed them in the sink along with the rest she had in the hamper. Once that was done I finished, the rest of his chores and then made sure their homework was done. I was already in bed when I heard them coming up the stairs. Both were laughing and I could tell they were drunk. Darla came into the bedroom, telling me to get up she had something for me. I started to put some clothes on but she told me that I didn't need them. I followed her to the front dressed only in my briefs. Darla's friend Linda began laughing hysterically when she saw me, "Oh that is just too precious, he wearing tidy-whities; he looks like my little brother." "Look what we got for you sweetie." She held up a short apron like something from a French maid's costume. She had me stand up then she put it on me and then made me parade around in front of her and her friend. I felt completely humiliated and defeated as I tried not to look her friend in the face. I could feel my tears stinging my face, which only humiliated me more. Darla then instructed me to get on my knees in front of her and after guiding my head to her slit, she dropped her skirt over me. While I licked her, she and Linda talked as if I wasn't there. Darla spoke of a cute boy she met, she told her friend that she got his number and that she just might fuck him. Later that night after Linda went home, we were in bed I asked her about the boy, and she shushed me and said it was none of my concern. lll: Gene learns of cuckolding as well as other perversions When Darla told me she was dropping out of school, I panicked. Would she move away, would I never see her again? All these thoughts made me realize just how much I wanted to be with her. I asked her what she would do and she said she wanted to stay where she was but that her parents would not support her if she left school. I tried to talk her into staying in school, that I would help more but she said she was flunking out and nothing I could do would help. Then I came up with another plan and I asked her for some time to work on it before she made any decisions. Mother covered all of my expenses but I didn't think she would allow me to support Darla on her dime. However, I had an inheritance that I'd received on my twenty-first birthday and it was mine to do with as I pleased. I called the family accountant and asked him to send me a monthly stipend from the inheritance. With this set up, I told Darla that I would support her and that her worries were over. She threw her arms around me and kissed me repeatedly. "Come on lover, you deserve a big reward for this, let's go to the bedroom." She got on the bed and pulled her dress up exposing her panties to me. I assumed my position as always between her legs and my lips to her treasure. I kissed her through her panties awaiting her to pull them aside so I could pleasure her. I think she does this to torture me as I am so close and yet so far. She always let the anticipation build for both of us, and then she ever so slowly pulls her panties aside to give me access to her. By this time, I am always so excited and I rub my erection on the bed like a rutting dog. Darla is an amazing woman, able to have multiple orgasms and we can lie like this for a long time. My tongue aches from the work but I never complain for I think I enjoy it as much as she does. Yet today is different for only after two or three orgasms she pushes me away and tell me to undress. As I take off my clothes, she pulls her panties off. This is usually the time she allows me to play with myself in front of her and I'm hoping she will allow to use her panties as I do. She orders me onto the bed and then she climbs on top of me. She holds my dick and rubs it along her slit, driving me crazy. I try to warn her that I'm about to cum but before I can, I erupt all over her. Darla first looked at me in disgust but then she smiled, "Well lover you're sure are better at licking pussy than you are at fucking. Now are you going to clean up this mess?" Without waiting for my answer, she moved up to my face and I had to clean my sperm from her with my tongue but not before she wiped it all over my face as well. When she felt that she was clean, she lay down beside me. "You've made me very happy today Gene and I'm sure we can have a good time together as long as you can keep me happy." As I lay beside her with my own cum drying on my face, I told her I'd do anything to keep her happy. I hated to admit it but her dropping out of school made my life so much easier. I now only had to concentrate on my own studies and not worry about trying to coach her through hers. Darla, now with no responsibilities began to enjoy her life even more. I was seeing her less now as besides not seeing her in school I was finding her at home less and less. Many times, I would come home to find her not there, of course, this would give me time to study and do my chores. I began to worry about what she was doing with her time but I had already learned not to question her about her activities. Often it would be late at night after I'd gone to bed and she would be either high or drunk. She never seemed to care if she woke me and in fact, many time she would wake me on purpose, telling me to make her something to eat. Sometimes I would get up and prepare her something and when I'd take it to her she'd already be asleep. Over his Head We were having hardly any sex and she had not let me make love to her since that first time. Therefore, I was happy one night when she came home early enough for me to pleasure her. I lay on the bed and she then sat on my face allowing me to explore her inter-folds with my tongue. "I know we haven't fucked yet, but you see, I enjoy your tongue so much more than you cock and besides you can't seem to control it." As she talked she looked down into my eyes, smiling. She began to run her fingers through my hair, "I hope you don't mind, but I decided to give Chuck a call. Lover, you're really sweet and all but right now, I need a man. Now don't get upset, it will be all right, I'll come home to you and tell you all about it, and won't that be fun. You'd like that wouldn't you?" No I wouldn't like that at all, in fact, I'd hate it, but I knew better that to say anything. As a reward for keeping quiet she turned around and then while sitting backwards on my face she told me to masturbate for her. It didn't take much to get my throbbing penis to erupt spilling my seed on my belly. After one more orgasm from my tongue, she got off me and picked up the phone. Right in front of me, she called the person and arranged to meet him later. She sounded like a teenager as she flirted and giggled with him on the phone. Soon she had her legs spread and began fingering herself as I watched. I was entranced as I watched her rub her clit so casually, ever so often putting her finger in my mouth for moisture. I heard her tell him that she was playing with her pussy while she was talking and then she told him her boyfriend was watching also. "No of course, he doesn't mind if I go out with you, he's just my little sweetie. Aren't you dear," She put the phone to my face and I just said yes. Darla went to shower as I remained on the bed thoughts running through my head. I felt hurt and I felt helpless but most of all I felt aroused. What was wrong with me, why was all this humiliation turning me on so? I had no answer and I couldn't lie to myself, the worse Darla mistreated me the more it turned me on. I lie there watching her get ready for her date, my dick throbbing begging me for release. She made me choose which panties she should wear, knowing it would drive me insane. I couldn't believe how beautiful and how sexy she looked as she finished. In my final act of humiliation before she left she had me kneel before her and help with her high heels. Then with a kiss on my cheek that left a red imprint she was out the door. I tried to keep myself busy, starting with my favorite duty, the hand washing of her under-things. This is such a labor of love as I touch and hold but most important sniff those garments she wears so close to her sex. Darla plays with herself a lot and that means her panties are always stained with her essence. Her scent is a pheromone that does more to my psyche than any other does. From panties to cleaning to school work soon, all was done and still no Darla. Now with time on my hands I began to worry anew. I felt a pain in my stomach and as the knot grew, I knew there'd be no sleep until she returned to me safe and sound. She was a big girl and I kept telling myself that she could take care of herself. However, none of this helped and the later it got the more apprehension I felt. I must have finally fallen asleep as Darla woke me by rubbing her panties, wet with fluids in my face. Right away I could tell her was high, "Wakey, wakey," she said, "I've brought you a present." She climbed on the bed over me and as I looked up to her pussy I could see it was filled with sperm. As I watched, I saw a dollop fall from her to my face. This made her giggle, as she settled on my face, giving me my first taste of cream pie made from some other man. All this repulsed me and at first, I feared I might vomit. As I looked at her face, she had such an innocent smile on it that by merely concentrating on that instead of my filthy chore I got through it. After she lay beside me and began telling me what a great time, she'd had with Chuck and how much he had pleasured her throughout the night. "Please Darla can we talk of something else, it hurts me to think of you with another man, while I sit at home washing your underwear." She picked up my dick then said, "Why don't we ask Mr. Peeny here, what he thinks about your girlfriend out getting fucked by her lover while you stay home washing her dirty panties?" I was throbbing in her hand and when she said the word fucked, she used so much emphasis I almost came in her hand. I wondered how this young girl could know so much about me and then as if reading my mind, she squeezed me so hard it hurt. "Listen bucko, you might be able to kid yourself but you can't kid me. You love this shit and me making you my cuckold by fucking other guys turns you on more than if I allowed you to fuck me." She relaxed her grip on me and I came, instantly all over her fingers. She was smiling as she put them to my lips to clean, giving me my second serving of cream pie that evening. She was right the thought of leaving me at home while she went out to seek pleasure and then to come home full of cum for me to clean out was the most erotic thought I could imagine. I knew my life was now to change and yet I still felt that any life with Darla was better than a life without her. Part lV: Gene's devotion to Darla becomes frantic as she pushes him deeper into a life of depravity. Friday is laundry day so I took our dirty clothes downstairs to the laundry room. I put in the first load and got it started then I noticed the dryer was running with someone's clothes. When it stopped, I had no idea when or if the owner would return so I opened the door to take them out for the person. When I realized it mostly filled with a lady's delicates, I was embarrassed to be handling them. I pulled them put one by one carefully folding each one and stacking them on the folding table. I had a pair of panties in my hand and I noticed they were quite a bit bigger than my Darla's. Curious I searched the insides for a size tag and that is when the owner returned for her laundry. "Just what do you think you're doing," she demanded. Mortified I quickly dropped the panties back into the pile. "I, I just needed the drier so I removed your things, see I've folded them for you." She came over to inspect my work and as she came around the table, I saw that she was a large middle aged woman. She was wearing a housecoat that stretched around her body making the opening gape around the buttons. Her hair was frizzy and uncombed and she had a cigarette dangling from her lips. "Well ain't you just the cutie pie folding my stuff for me. I never fold them I just throw them in the basket." "Miss you really shouldn't launder your delicates in the machine it's not good for them." She laughed at this and asked me what I did with mine, and without thinking I blurted out that I wash them in the sink by hand then hang them on the shower rod. When I realized what I'd said I corrected myself telling her that they were my girlfriend's. "What else do you do for your girlfriend?" "Oh I do everything for her, anything she wants." "Do you eat her pussy too?" Although I thought her question not only too personal but crass as well, I told her that I did. She unbuttoned the bottom three buttons on her housecoat exposing an extremely unkempt and harry bush. She then sat on the folding table and motioned me over. When I didn't move she grabbed me and pulled me to her, then she grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to her slit. Her smell was fowl and yeasty yet still somehow erotic to me. I worked to give her the orgasm she was seeking while she pulled me to her by my hair. When she came, she yanked my hair so hard I was sure she would pull some out. When she felt satisfied, she pushed me away and then got off the table. She gathered up her clothes and as she walked out, she tossed me a pair of her panties and told me to keep them as a souvenir. I used them to wipe my face still caked with her fluids, and then I stuck them in my pocket. That night I was alone again as Darla was out when I remembered the panties given to me by the woman in the laundry room. I put them to my nose and found still a trace of her scent from when I wiped my face. My dick became hard as I thought back on how low I allowed this stranger make me go. I dropped my pants and wrapped the panties around my dick to pleasure myself. I came in a flood of sperm, and when I looked up, I saw Darla watching me. At first, she was just mad at my masturbating without permission and then she noticed the panties were not hers. I stammered out my explanation, leaving out none of the details. When she saw the size of the panties, she asked me if I'd eaten a cow's cunt. I almost told her it smelled like one but thought the better of it and held my tongue. She accused me of cheating on her and asked me if I fucked her. I swore that I would never do anything like that but I also admitted that the woman made me eat her. "And what if this slut wanted you to fuck her, would you have?" Of course, I told her never but I feel she didn't believe me. Still angry Darla went into the other room to make a phone call and when she came back instructed me to pull my pants back up we were going somewhere. Soon there was a knock on the door and I opened it to find Linda there. "Come on, Linda is taking us somewhere," was all that Darla said to me as we left. She took us to a sex shop on the outskirts of town. "You were right Linda I should have done this to him a long time ago." "I told you all men are sluts and you can't trust them on their own. After tonight you won't need to trust him and he'll be completely under your control." I wondered what they were talking about because I was already completely under her control. It turned out that Linda's gay brother ran this sex shop and he eyed me hungrily as I was introduced. They told him Darla wanted me fitted with something called a cock cage. I had no idea what this was, but I was soon to find out. I was taken to his office for a fitting where I was instructed to undress. The brother whose name was Rex advised Darla it would be best if I had a climax before the fitting and she allowed him to play with me until I was hard. "See Darla I told you he was a sissy queer look how hard Rex got him. Make him jack-off so we can get this over with." They all talked over me as if I was just a doll or a piece of furniture. I felt completely humiliated as my girlfriend allowed this homosexual to masturbate me in front of not only her but also her friend Linda. Of course, all this turned me on so much that I came in to the tissue he held for me very quickly. The cock cage was a chastity devise made up of a tube and a large open hinged ring. Both made of plastic the ring was closed around my testicles. The tube was then put over my limp penis and then tube and ring were secured with a metal rod and then locked together with a small padlock. The key was then presented to Darla with some ceremony; it was attached to a chain and then put around her neck. I was then informed that my manhood now belonged to Darla and I would only be released when she desired it. Rex thumped my new cage with his fingers then said, "Man I bet she'll put through the paces before she lets you out." Once we got back home, I quickly found out how uncomfortable my cage could be. The first thing I learned was that I now had to sit to pee, as there was no way I could hit the toilet bowl through my new tube. Then I found out how much pain an erection was as the tube was so snug there was no room for growth. How much I hated the evil devise, it didn't matter for Darla loved it and the power she now had over me. I begged her to release me, even if just for a little while but it was not to be. Part V: Gene is forced not only to watch Darla but also to prepare her lover for sex. What did Dickens say, it was the best of times, it was the worst of times, well, that was just how I felt. The thought of Darla even controlling not only my erections but my orgasms as well, was erotic beyond belief. However, the reality of my penis locked in a cage, with every erotic thought causing pain had become torture to me. As for Darla, she had become even better at tease and denial now that I was under lock and key. She had decided to take charge of my hygiene just as another way of making sure I couldn't touch my own genitals. I was instructed to keep my hands behind my back as she unlocked me. Just the release from my cage was almost enough to make me cum and I was under orders to control my urges. Even the rough scrubbing under the tap in the bathroom sink was erotic to me and by the time she was finished, I would have a ragging erection. The first time we went through this routine I could see there would be no way to put me back in the cage and I was sure I would get to cum first. I learned that was not to be as Darla rapped my testicles with the brush handle until I shrunk. Darla began to take great pleasure out of making me display my cage to her friends both male and female. I was always made to stand there with my trousers around my ankles and holding my shirt up while listening to rude remarks. It was so humiliating to be put on display and powerless to stop it and as always I would be turned on by the degradation I had to endure. I was never introduced as Darla's boyfriend but as her sissy maid. As my time in confinement grew longer, my discomfort grew as well and I needed release. My balls ached as they longed to discharge their issue. Darla seemed unconcerned and refused to uncage me except for my cleaning. She began to see Chuck more often, always bringing me home presents of filthy panties and a womb full of sperm. She enjoyed standing over my prone body allowing his spunk to drip from her to my face. I had always agreed to any of Darla's wishes but my pressing need of relief had made me desperate. I begged for the chance to please her enough to be granted my reward but she merely laughed at me. Then one night she called me and asked how far I'd be willing to go for the chance to cum. I told her anything, I heard her laugh and then tell someone that she had told them so. At first, I wondered if I had gone too far, and then I told myself I didn't care that I would do anything to get my cage off if even for a little while. About an hour later, she came home accompanied by a man. I wasn't introduced but I knew it had to be Chuck. He was big and rough looking, he was wearing Levi's, and a tee shirt plus he needed a shave. I knew I was in for humiliation when Darla ordered me to drop my pants to show him my cage. She grabbed me to show off how small I was and then asked me how bad I wanted to go free. Without a thought, I dropped to my knees and begged her to release me that I would do anything she asked. I tried to ignore the snicker that Chuck made but I knew my face was even redder because of it. She ordered me to follow them to the bedroom and I started to pull my pants back up but she told me not to bother. I shuffled behind like a little boy, trying not to trip myself. "Not only will you get to see how a real man takes care of his woman we are going to let you help. I want you to take his pants off and then get him ready to please me." When I started to protest, she told me to shut up and if I didn't do as she wished she would flush the key to my cage down the toilet. Defeated I dropped to my knees before him; I first took off his shoes and socks then his pants, followed by his boxers. His cock though barely firm was much larger than any hard-on I'd ever had. I tried not to think about what I was doing but when I held it in my hand I realized I was now about to suck another man. What bothered me most was instead of revulsion I found it erotic and I couldn't lie to myself it was something I wanted to do. I put him in my mouth, he tasted of sweat, and something else maybe it was stale cum. I began really to get into it and I felt his erection growing in my mouth, suddenly Darla grabbed my hair and pulled me off her lover. She got on the bed and he on top of her and soon he was ramming himself in and out of her. "Oh god he's so good, I love the way he just takes me using me as he wishes, yes, yes give it to me, give me your cum." The last part she screamed out as she obviously orgasmed along with her partner. They lay there awhile getting their breath and then he rolled off her. Darla only had to point to his cock and I knew what I was to do. This was much more pleasant to me as he was coated with Darla's juices and I licked him clean. I looked to Darla only to see her spread her legs and once again, I knew what was expected of me. Next was my reward and I watched in anticipation as Darla took the chain from around her neck. She unlocked me slowly and then took apart my cage. Once it was removed, my dick grew instantly hard and Darla told me to masturbate into her hand. In no time at all, I erupted with a profusion of sperm almost filling her palm to overflowing. It was now time for my most humiliating chore of the evening as she presented her hand for me to clean. Now that I had climaxed it was no longer arousing to me to eat my own cum and it seemed to be more embarrassing that sucking Chuck's cock. Chuck soon left and it was just Darla and I. She told me how proud she was of me and how I had accepted my place in her life. Once again, I confessed my love of her and that my only desire was her happiness. As my reward, I was allowed to sleep without my cage. In the morning, she allowed me to make love to her and this time I actually penetrated her and held off my climax longer than usual. I know that many will think our lifestyle abhorrent and I guess I couldn't argue with them. Whatever abuse she comes up with I not only accept, I find it arousing. As long as it is a way of life, that my Darla enjoys and that I find erotic we will continue with it. I wish I knew if she will keep me around but I have the feeling she will tire of me and dismiss me as a common servant. When it happens, I know it will break my heart but I will never lose the memories and for that, I will be thankful.