A “Quiet” Night Changed My Life 1
By belted and teased.
Katrina and I had been married a little over five years, and very happily so. We get along great, finishing each other’s sentences, enjoying each other’s humor, and carrying on extended conversations about whatever subject interests us at the moment.
The sex has been great too. Of course, it has slowed down as it normally does in a marriage. But when we do make love, it is with mutual effort and mutual pleasure.
It does not hurt that she is so damned sexy. I cannot look at her without wanting her, without wanting to touch her. Sometimes I get smacked for grabbing that magnificent ass at inappropriate times.
We are a mixed-race couple. She has mocha-toned flesh, a beautiful, bright smile, and eyes that sparkle with intellect and occasionally mischief. Her body is to die for; a perfect set of D cups with dark silver-dollar-sized nipples, flat tummy, broad hips, and a womanhood that makes my mouth water. Partly because I know how she feels and tastes, and how she cums when I devour her.
I am your stereotypical white guy. Which is to say I am very white. Not as in pasty… I have a tan. But I have no game, I am not athletic or suave. I do okay. I was fairly buff in college, and I am still in shape—just not a hunk.
So. It was a Friday night, and I had settled into my recliner with a beer, ready for Katrina to join me for our shows. Yep, we’re a wild pair.
Katrina was in the kitchen, just about to pop a frozen pizza into the oven, when her cell phone rang with a song I did not recognize but knew was her sister’s ringtone.
After a couple of minutes, Kat stuck her head around the corner, “Hey, bae… Keisha is going out of town… she wants to know if we can keep her dog over here while she’s gone?”
I grimaced. I loved that dog, but it was work keeping up with him.
Kat sweetened the pot, “She knows you love her cooking… she’s fixin’ up your favorite casserole…” She said it in a sing-song voice.
Of course, I caved.
Katrina was in the bathroom getting ready when her phone rang again. She stepped out again, “Keisha says Donna is coming for dinner too… but she needs a ride…”
“Sure, why not. Just add taxi driver to dog sitter…”
When we left the house, Katrina, of course, was dressed nicely, her bountiful ass and breasts on display. She never left the house any other way. I was dressed in khaki cargo shorts and a polo shirt—my typical laid-back attire.
We picked Donna up in my Dodge, and she slid into the back seat. Donna was hot as hell. She was not better than Kat, but she was very… um, sensual and always dressed like she was going to the club. Tonight was no different. She leaned forward between the seats, her plush tits about to burst out of her black top.
She spoke in that sultry voice, “T-o-mmy… would you mind if we stopped by on the way? I gotta client who was expecting me… it’ll only take a few minutes…”
Well, this night was certainly going to hell in a handbasket. Her flirtatious attitude had no influence; it’s not like I was going to cheat on Kat, or that Donna was actually going to put out if I were game. I’m just an easy touch.
“Okay, where are we going?”
“Uh, the Ritz on Riverview…”
I may not be the sharpest tool in the toolbox, but I did put two and two together.
Katrina beat me to the question, “What kind of business are you in, Donna??”
Donna began laughing, and it took her a minute to regain control. “Don’t worry, I ain’t hookin’. It’s just a side deal. You are looking at… Domina Donna…”
She went on to explain that she had found out she could make bank playing dominatrix. She would have thirty-minute or hour sessions with guys who had kinks. Spanking, tease, and denial, you name it.
Kat was suspicious, “And you don’t get paid to have sex with them?”
Donna winked, “I am in charge… I won’t lie and say I don’t get laid sometimes. But it’s only if I want it, and it isn’t part of the fee. Most of the time I send ’em home with blue balls, unless I am in the mood and they got good dick.”
When we got there, Donna got out, “Why don’t ya’ll come up? This one shouldn’t take too long. It’s a suite, so you two could hang out and drink some of his hooch while I take him to the bedroom.”
We looked at each other. Why not? Booze, and it could be interesting.
Walking through the ornate lobby with two hot women, I have to admit I felt self-conscious. Did people think I was a customer?
In the fancy room, Donna delivered as promised. She sat us in a big living room with a full bar. “Have whatever you want, they’ll put it on Sean’s tab. Watch TV if you want.”
A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Donna opened it to admit the “client.” Sean was a very large, black, muscle-bound, handsome man. Donna actually introduced us, telling Sean we were friends who had given her a ride.
He was very polite, speaking in a deep baritone. Donna pointed him… literally, to the suite’s bedroom. She winked at us and followed him, shutting the door behind her.
Katrina sipped her drink and leaned close, whispering, “What the hell kind of kink would a guy like that be into??”
We could hear some leather and metal being manipulated, and Donna talking, but we could not make out what she was saying. I could tell she was being dominant and sensual at the same time. We could hear his deep, “Yes, ma’am,” several times.
Katrina reached over and grabbed my obvious erection roughly, laughing at me mischievously. I turned crimson, which only brought more laughter, “Perv!”
We were surprised when Donna slipped out the door and approached us. She sounded a bit conspiratorial when she asked, “Do ya’ll want to pick up an easy $500 tonight?”
We both looked shocked. Katrina asked, suspiciously, “Doing what, exactly?”
Donna sat down on the coffee table in front of us. “Hear me out. Sean’s thing is tease, denial, AND humiliation. He asked if it would be possible for ya’ll to watch the things I make him do tonight, because obviously that would be embarrassing… and it would arouse him to no end.”
I replied, “Wow.”
Katrina giggled, “Hell, I would pay to watch it… so getting paid to watch is great…”
We entered the room to find Sean, this big, muscular, studly black man, lying face up in the middle of a huge four-poster canopy bed, completely naked.
It may have occurred to you that I was outnumbered racially. It may surprise you that I thought nothing of it. It is the nature of mixed relationships. Another night, Kat and I will go out to eat or to a movie, and it will be she who is outnumbered.
What threw me was his condition. He was bound spread eagle on the bed, his wrists and feet secured by leather cuffs. Freakier than that, his genitals were covered by a tubular, shiny metal contraption secured with a padlock. His penis, if we could have seen it, was obviously pointed downward inside the device, and prevented from growing because the tube was only about an inch and a half long.
I knew what it was from reading and watching porn. My wife, apparently, did not, exclaiming, “OMG! What is that?”
The man’s genitals jumped, and he obviously was mortified.
Donna walked over to him and dragged her fingernails up one of his thighs. “That, Katrina, is a chastity cage. It is to prevent bad boys from playing with themselves.”
More anguish from her victim. Sean here has been locked up for a month without any relief. He is frantic for it by now. Tonight is his release night. He wanted you to watch when I release one of his hands and his dicky and let him rub one out.”
“Kewl.” Katrina had asked me to jack off for her before. It turned her on. “Poor bastard… a whole month!”
Donna began to unlock the chastity cage, “Oh, I assure you, the pervert loves it. He goes on dates and likes being humiliated when they undress him and find him locked up and useless. Then he begs to eat their pussy. Most actually like that. It’s very empowering and one-sided to get off when he cannot.”
Kat surprised me with her frankness, “Oh, yeah, Tommy LOVES to go down on me. I am blessed. I gotta say I love it too…”
I noticed the bound Sean looked at Kat with a lust I had not picked up on before. I wanted her sitting on my face at this point, too, so I couldn’t blame him.
Donna managed to wriggle and pull enough that the cock cage finally came off. She quickly removed the ring, which secured it behind an impressively large set of swollen testicles. His phallus immediately became turgid.
“OMFG, IS THAT REAL??”
Katrina’s shocked, shouted response took me by surprise, and I jumped.
She wanted to know if it was real; I wanted to know how the fuck Donna had managed to cram all of that meat into that tiny cage. Did it hurt?
We were suddenly confronted with a dark meaty penis jutting up from his midsection which was at least (at least) 9 inches long and as thick as my wrist. It had a huge bulbous head that throbbed from arousal and had a milky white dollop of pre-cum resting in a big slit.
I turned to observe that my loving wife had zoned out. She was mesmerized by the phallus before her. I had seen such things in porn videos… it was pretty obvious she had never seen a dick that massive before at all.
I had an almost painful erection, not because of him, but because of her response. I could sense the arousal flowing from her. Hell, I could smell it.
Donna noticed it too. She grinned. “Never seen a real man before?”
Damn, that hurt. Hopefully, that was part of her role-play with her client.
Katrina did not ask for clarification; she just shook her head, still in a daze. I was certain she meant she had never seen a monster before.
When Donna spoke again, it was I who was flabbergasted.
“Well, would you like to take it for a ride?”
Katrina was still staring, dumbfounded. I spoke, “What??”
Donna ignored me and called Kat’s name a couple of times until she got her attention.
When Kat made eye contact, Donna repeated herself, “Do you want to fuck him? Chances like this don’t come often.”
At this point, I was only half surprised when my wife turned and looked at me hopefully.
My response will draw ire from many and confusion from others. I simply nodded my assent. I know that seems strange. No, we are not swingers. I was not a cuckold before. But I had thought about such things obliquely before.
I love my wife. I always tried to make her happy. When she wanted to go back to school, I supported her. Also, I believe in experiences… it is not out of nonchalance, but love… if she wanted to experience this, I wanted her to experience it too.
She finally spoke to Donna. “Just like that?”
Donna chortled, “Well, it’s not like he can say no. Besides, I’m sure he would much rather get his release in a hot babe like you, rather than jack himself off.”
Sean nodded emphatically.
My wife, permitted by everyone, began stripping her clothes off.
She was interrupted briefly when Sean addressed Donna, “Hey, uh… I know I’m not in a position to say… but I’m not really comfortable fucking this guy’s wife while I’m tied up. What if he changes his mind?”
Donna looked to me. I responded, “Well, I don’t feel comfortable leaving. I won’t do anything.”
Donna looked back and forth. Sean did not look sold; I did not look sold; Katrina looked like someone was about to pull her shiny new toy away.
Donna thought of a solution, grinning. She walked to her bag, then back to the bed. “C’mere.”
I stepped to the end of the bed hesitantly, considering what she held in her hands. She used the leather cuffs to secure my wrists to the top sides of the sturdy end posts. Then she spread my feet and secured my ankles to the foot of the bed.
“There. Now neither of you big strong testosterone carriers has to feel threatened by the other…”
She addressed my wife, “He’s all yours!”
Now, the client and I, both well secured and facing each other, met each other’s eyes. He shrugged as if to say, “Whattaya gonna do?” He meant both of us.
I watched as Katrina climbed onto the bed. She was practically shaking. She threw a leg over him, straddling his abdomen, facing me. She had positioned herself for a reverse cowgirl, but not yet. She was not looking at me; she was still mesmerized by his huge erection. She reached out and traced its outline with her fingers.
Donna added some narrative, “Little Tommy can’t give you that, can he?”
Katrina shook her head as she wrapped her hands around his girthy stalk.
I had to defend myself, with all of this verbal abuse, “I’m not that small… I’m actually average. He’s just really, really big…”
Donna regarded me with a smirk. She walked behind me, grabbed my shorts and underwear, and suddenly yanked them down, leaving my erection exposed. I gasped.
She stepped beside me. Then she hefted my member in a notably non-sexual manner.
“I deal with men for a living, Tommy. I have seen thousands of manhoods. Trust me… I guarantee you, if I am being generous, you fall in the lower 30th percentile size-wise, more like a boy. From now on, I think I will call you Tiny Tommy. Look how hot your wife is… she deserves so much better.”
WHY did my dick throb at her ridicule??
Katrina looked at my erection, then at his, then back to mine. She said nothing, but her eyes were accusatory, as if I had lied to her, kept a secret, and denied her something for years.
DAMNIT. My dick pulsed again. WTF is wrong with me??
Donna continued her diatribe. Why the abuse? I’m not the client. “In fact, TT, if anyone deserves to have their useless little pee-pee locked up, it’s you, not Sean. He just likes it… YOU deserve it. YOU should be left to lick pussy. Katrina should not have to bother herself with this.” She slapped my erection playfully.
I watched as Kat leaned down and began suckling on the shaft right in front of me. She licked its length, sucked the bulbous head like a popsicle, and drove her tongue into his urethra.
Sean groaned, “Oh, fuck yeah… gawd…”
That at least drew Donna’s attention away from me. She walked to the head of the bed and reached down to touch him. I could not see what she did because Kat was between us, but from his pained cry, I think she twisted his nipples, hard.
She spoke in a low, ominous tone, “Listen here, fucker. You may be paying for this, but you are working for me at the moment. I know it’s been a month… but I want my friend here to get the full experience. I have trained you to control yourself. If you nut before she is done, before I tell you to, there will be repercussions. You will NOT like them. Got it?”
I heard his baritone, “Yes, ma’am.”
Katrina seemed very excited to hear that. She leaned back up, bent his phallus down, and lined it up with her entrance. She was rubbing the massive head between her moist folds. She sighed with pleasure.
I had no idea how she was going to fit that thing inside of her. The peg seemed to be much, much larger than the hole it was supposed to fit into. It was at least three times as wide as my “peg.”
Obviously, there was something within me I had not previously been aware of… I must really get off on being cuckolded and humiliated. My dick had never, ever been this hard, this aroused. I felt like I was about to nut myself… it felt like it would burst and was leaking pre-cum onto the end of the bed.
I was concerned about what my wife would think when she saw my condition. I needn’t have worried… she was so deeply into her erotic headspace I think she had forgotten I was there.
She lifted her buttocks and pressed forward against her quarry. “Oh, gawd…”
Her breathing was ragged as she forced it into her body. She squirmed and gyrated, working herself onto it.
How many times had I just slid right in? How many times had I lain between her thighs and feasted at her glorious font? Her sex was magnificent, with puffy nether lips and a very prominent clitoris. Would she ever want me again?
Finally, that big, flared head popped inside of her. She let out some kind of mixture of a squeal and a shocked groan. Another inch and I knew big head had met G-spot. She stopped trying to push it down and instead rubbed herself back and forth in short strokes. She was panting and moaning, then suddenly she cried out, experiencing what was evidently a powerful orgasm. Already!
I was biting my lip. I almost felt her ecstasy. Then I realized, “Sha-shouldn’t he be wearing a c-condom??”
Donna answered matter-of-factly, “Didn’t bring any super size ones. Besides, it would not feel nearly as good for her if he were wrapped… bareback is the best. All my clients are tested, no worries.”
“Well, has he tested against knocking her up?”
Donna came closer to me, “Good point… I bet that month-long load is full of baby batter… You think you can tell her to stop?”
I looked at my wife. Mid-orgasm, still in her own little world with that cock. She wouldn’t hear me if I begged her to stop. Wouldn’t stop if she did hear me.
Donna added, “You’d best get her a morning-after pill tomorrow, unless you want to be a TRUE cuck.”
Why did that make me even more aroused? My poor dick danced upward. What was “Domina Donna” doing to me? When I agreed that my wife should be able to experience Sean’s big dick, my imagination did not anticipate anything like this.
It was my turn to be mesmerized now, as I gazed transfixed at where their genitals joined. It took Katrina several minutes to work herself fully onto him. Finally, I saw her fully impaled… I could not believe she had taken it all.
She rested there, not moving for a moment. Donna placed a hand on her arm, “Are you okay?”
My bride’s voice was raspy with sensuality, “Uh-huh… I just want to savor it for a moment. I want to remember this feeling…”
Donna queried, “How does it feel?”
It took her a moment to find the words, “OMFG. I feel sooo full… so… complete. He is touching a part of me inside that nobody has ever touched before. It is incredible… I already know I am going to miss it…”
It was girl talk. I am convinced that Katrina was so lost in the moment that it did not even occur to her that I was right there listening. The knife of her words cut as deeply as the big phallus was penetrating her. I knew she was experiencing something glorious I could never give her; he was touching places I would never know. I felt shame and joy, guilt and arousal all at once.
After awhile she got a look of determination on her face and began sliding slowly up and down his shaft. Then she began increasing her tempo… mewling and moaning, then making little sounds like, “Uh-uh-uh-uhhh…”
Orgasms overtook her again, and she was crying out. She did not cry out the name of the stranger whose dick she was riding. She did not call out her husband’s name, who had encouraged her to do this. She cried out the name of the person she felt she had to thank for it, “Oh, gawd… Oh, Donna, thank you!”
Donna continued to orchestrate. She stepped up to Sean, who was instinctively thrusting his hips upwards into my wife, “Control yourself, boy. Not yet.”
Then she stepped back to me. I was subconsciously thrusting my hips too… and my much smaller, neglected, and ignored manhood was pulsing. She leaned close to me, “If you are so pathetic that you nut with nobody touching you while a real man fucks your wife… if your little dickie goes soft because you could not control yourself… I am going to lock you in a chastity cage before I let you go. Then I am going to keep the key for a month. I wonder if Kat would go without dick for a month after tonight?”
Damnit, she knew what she was doing. The words she spoke, the thoughts she put in my mind, combined with the sights, sounds, and scents before me, only made it worse.
She watched my dick pulse and bounce upwards, “Yeah, that’s what I thought… I read you from the start… You like being humiliated, don’t you, Tiny Tommy? You want me to lock you up and let Kat use you, don’t you? To keep cuckolding you and your useless dick.”
About that time, Katrina began slamming herself down hard… she was chasing the most powerful orgasm of her life. When she started cumming again, Donna said, “Now, Sean… cum with her… fill her the fuck up…”
He did not have to be told twice. It had taken everything he had NOT to cum. He roared out in relief, thrusting upwards. I watched as his huge root pulsed and pulsed where it joined with her quivering womanhood. I knew each pulse was another rope of semen being blasted into my wife’s womb.
As if that was not enough, her screams became tantric. She was resting her hands on the mattress, leaning back so she could experience his cum as much as possible. His release only made hers more intense.
I began shaking uncontrollably. My balls drawn up, my arousal at overload, I was trying desperately to prevent the inevitable. Donna was grinning as I convulsed and groaned, “UNGHHH!”
With no touch at all, I blasted rope after rope of my seed onto Katrina’s chest and abdomen. It was such a strange feeling. Very powerful, but with no contact, it was almost devoid of pleasure. I wanted so badly to FEEL contact. But I just kept spurting with no joy… Donna had forced my first ruined orgasm out of me.
I was trembling as Kat came down from her high. She was about to get up when Donna surprised us both. She put a hand on Kat’s shoulder, preventing her from standing. “Don’t get up, sweetie. Back that trunk up and drop it on his face.”
When Katrina had done as she was directed, she wore a very satisfied look. Sean was cleaning her, sucking his nut out of her. Donna continued, “Remember how good that feels. Much better than running to the bathroom and cleaning yourself. From now on, remember… anytime you give a man the privilege of cumming, he owes you this.”
As he continued devouring my wife… one of MY favorite pastimes, Donna went to her bag.
A woman of her word, while I was still helpless, she attached a small… very small… stainless steel chastity device to my genitals. I tried to protest, but she was right… They were weak protests.
She released me. My dick was trying in vain to tumesce inside its new prison as Sean was giving my wife more orgasms courtesy of his tongue. She was sitting astride his face as Donna grabbed me by the hair and guided me before her.
“You heard what I said about male cumming privileges. You spewed your nut all over your wife’s tits and tummy without permission. Now clean it up, TT.”
The drive from the hotel to Katrina’s sister Keisha’s house was made in silence. The tension was thick… no anger, but a great deal of uncertainty.
Now that the haze of the event was past, I sensed I was very much on Kat’s mind. She kept her hand on my arm as I drove, as if trying to ensure there was still a connection. She was not talking; like me, she seemed lost in thought. I could tell she was damn near giddy with excitement from what she had experienced. When she shifted in her seat, I could tell anything rubbing on her sensitive snatch reminded her of the fullness and the pounding… and a grin would spread across her face, her eyes would sparkle. Then she would remember where she was and try to tamp down her excitement.
I, on the other hand, was full of doubt for other reasons. We had a good sex life, but had never dabbled in anything like this. Would Katrina leave me in search of a “real man” who could give her what Sean had? As far as I knew, before tonight, she had seen me as all man… well, “equipped,” masculine, her defender, and confident. Within the last hour, she had seen me stand by willingly while she cuckolded me. I had allowed myself to be tied up. I had lost it and nutted without being touched while she fucked a “better” man. I had allowed someone else to put a cage on my dick… I could not even touch it, much less reclaim her with it. I had licked, sucked, and swallowed my own cum off of her body while she was riding another man’s face. I had never even tasted semen before tonight.
Could she even have any respect for me now? Could she see me as a man? Could I?? How had the dynamics of our relationship changed?
Donna was quiet also. However, she sat in the back seat observing the couple. Her reflection was more based on studying their reactions to the momentous events in their lives.
Keisha complained jovially that they were late. Unlike Katrina and Tommy, she had been aware of the nature of Donna’s side gig. She knew about Domina Donna, but was unaware that her sister had become involved. It certainly would not have occurred to her that her normally low-key brother-in-law would have been part of such a sex scene.
So, she was definitely confused and concerned when everyone ate in silence, aside from “pass the salt, please.” Had there been a fight?
Finally, she asked, “Are ya’ll alright? Are ya’ll fighting?” They never fought.
Katrina was pensive, “Oh, no. We’re okay.”
Tommy just nodded.
There was silence for another five minutes before Donna decided she had caused this; she had to do something before the evening was over. She could not send them home this way.
She put her fork down, “Listen, guys, you need to talk about this. It would probably be better if you did it now, while someone who knows about this stuff is here.” She obviously meant herself.
Both were silent and not making eye contact.
Keisha exclaimed, “What stuff??”
“May I tell her?” Donna waited.
Kat replied, “I guess.” Tommy nodded.
Donna addressed Keisha, “They helped me with my client tonight. Sean is hung like a horse and was tied up. So, I asked Kat if she wanted to fuck him. TT here was more than willing, so I tied him up too. He got to watch as Kat got her first big black cock.”
Keisha gasped. “Wow. What is TT?”
“Well, I think that is why both of them are a bit lost and uncertain. TT is for Tiny Tommy. I do not believe either of them realized just how ill-equipped Tommy is to take care of a woman, until tonight.”
Kat defended me. It may have been a weak attempt, but she tried. Meekly, she said, “Tommy does okay…”
Donna placed a hand on hers and asked, kindly, “Has he ever… EVER… given you an orgasm with that dick?”
Katrina kept her eyes down and shook her head.
Donna addressed me, “Tommy, did you know you had never given her an orgasm with Tiny Tommy?”
I could not find the ability to speak.
“Tommy?”
“I… I suspected she was faking it… or that she just pretended it felt good… maybe I just didn’t admit it to myself.”
“Was there any doubt in your mind that she experienced a penetrative orgasm tonight?”
“No.” I was not angry.
“Multiple orgasms?”
I nodded.
“How does that make you feel?”
She gave me a moment to formulate my answer. Finally, I forced myself to look her and Katrina in the eyes. “I feel ashamed, and I’m embarrassed. I feel useless. But at the same time, I feel a tremendous excitement about it.”
Katrina’s expression was hard to read. It looked like pity and confusion.
“Why excitement?”
Again, I paused, “Because I have always wanted to give her that kind of pleasure. She deserves those kinds of orgasms. And now, it may not have been my dick… but I was included, so in a way I at least helped give it to her. And I DID encourage her to do it.”
“How does THAT make you feel, Katrina?”
Katrina was looking at me as if I had just given her a diamond or a new car. “It makes me feel like he loves me and puts me first.”
Donna brought the point of her questions together, “I have dealt with these feelings before with other couples. I know both of you are afraid the other is going to leave because of tonight. Do either of you want to leave?”
I spoke first, “I absolutely do not want to leave. But she deserves better than me.”
I was surprised by the force of Kat’s retort, “There is nobody better than you! I do not want to lose you!”
Donna took my hand, “Tommy, sex is great, but it is not why she loves you. It does not mean she wants to leave you.”
“But doesn’t she want what I cannot give her?”
Donna looked to Katrina, “Katrina, are you going to want real dick again, now that you have experienced it?”
Katrina could not answer. Donna asked, “Does that mean you want to leave Tommy?”
My wife was having difficulty processing her new feelings, much less communicating them. “First, I absolutely do NOT want to leave. If the only way I can have Tommy is never to do this again, then I won’t do it. But I cannot lie and say I don’t want to experience it again. I can still feel things in my pussy from being filled so full. But, Tommy, I love you more than that.”
I spoke, “I feel stupid. But I want you to have it. I cannot deny you anything so good, because I love you too.”
Donna smiled, “There ya go. Both of you want to stay together. So, the rest is just figuring out how your sex life will change, right?”
We both smiled. Katrina got up, walked over, and sat next to me, snuggling in close.
Donna continued, “The first of which is to find out how you’re doing in your chastity cage, Tommy.”
Keisha’s eyes widened, “His WHAT?”
Both Donna and Katrina laughed. I turned crimson. Kat nudged me, “Show her, sweetie.”
I hesitated, and she poked me again, playfully.
I stood and dropped my shorts and underwear, exposing my imprisoned manhood.
Keisha exclaimed, “OMFG, I can’t believe you got him to let you put that on! It’s so small!”
Katrina fondled it, and Donna commented, “He did not really have a choice, as he was tied up at the time. It seems to be a good fit. To be fair, while Tommy is small, he is not THAT small. A chastity cage is supposed to be small by design. The wearer is not allowed to have an erection.”
She addressed me again, “So? How does it feel? Is it comfortable? It is one of the better models, capable of cleaning the penis without removing the cage. Which permits long-term wear.”
I had to be honest, “It actually feels kinda good, like being held in a firm grip. It scares me not being able to get hard, but it is not uncomfortable.”
Donna smiled, “I am glad to hear it. I know I told you that I was going to lock you up for a long time, but honestly, that was part of the scene. Whether you keep it on or for how long is entirely up to you two. I do have some advice, but it is up to you.”
Katrina asked, “What is your advice?”
“Well, if you were to take charge and keep Tommy locked up for an extended period of time, you would find that men in those circumstances tend to become exceedingly willing to please. If you think he likes giving head now, wait until the only orgasms he can experience are yours. Only cumming vicariously through you is an incredible aphrodisiac.”
She let that sink in. “And as for you, Tommy, if you went awhile without your dick, you will likely discover how unimportant it is. You will learn that you are more than capable of taking care of Katrina without it.”
Oddly, it was Keisha who asked, excitedly, “How long?”
“I would suggest at least a month to begin with.”
Again, Keisha, “Doesn’t he need to cum?”
Donna spoke matter-of-factly, “Actually, no. That is a fallacy. Of course, men WANT to orgasm, but it is not necessary. Earlier tonight, Tommy nutted without being touched. He can do that while caged, and I can teach Kat how to stick her finger or a tool up his ass and milk his prostate. She can drain him completely without permitting him an orgasm. It IS a great motivator for a man’s wife to have sole control over his orgasms.”
I could tell all three of them were aroused by the idea. It did not help that my cage bounced upwards, giving away my own excitement.
Keisha laughed, “OMG, he likes it.”
Donna looked to us, “So, what do you think?”
Later that night, Katrina and I lay in bed. We talked long into the night about what had happened, about the irony of starting the evening out with dinner and ending it like this.
“Dare I ask what you did with the key to my cage? Am I allowed to ask?”
She rolled on her side to face me, “Of course you can, sweetie. It was perfect… Keisha will be out of town for a month. So, I sent it with her, that way I would not be tempted to let you out, and it would be pointless for you to beg.”
My dick throbbed in its new prison. She saw it and giggled.
She placed her hand on top of my head and pressed downward. “Damn, this makes me horny. Time for ‘us’ to cum… show me again how good you give head, sweetie…”
To Be Continued…
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