The Chastity Dom
Elliot Silvestri
The Chastity Dom
An Erotic Male Chastity Novel
Elliot Silvestri
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this work are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
The Chastity Dom
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The characters and events portrayed in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.
All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Preview
About the Author
Chapter 1
“I love you.”
I was riding on top of my boyfriend, his cock deep inside my pussy, when he said the words. I thought it was a little too early to call him my boyfriend; we had only been seeing each other for two months. He jumped over that and went right to the L word.
I stopped moving.
“What?”
“I love you,” Sandy repeated.
I hadn’t heard him wrong or hallucinated it.
“Why would you say that?” I wanted to add “in the middle of sex,” but I restrained myself.
His hands were on my tits, gently massaging them when he said the words. “Because I love you,” he said. Sandy hadn’t seemed like the sort of guy to just blurt out his emotions. He was tall and muscular and strong physically and emotionally and more than a little bit dominant. That’s what I liked about him because I’m naturally submissive in bed.
“Too soon,” I said, but I didn’t get off him. I liked him inside me.
“Life’s too short to pretend I’m not in love with you.”
“Yeah, but…still. Sometimes you want to hold something back so you don’t scare the other person off.”
“I am holding something back.”
I rolled my eyes. “Your cum isn’t what I was talking about.”
“Neither was I.”
“You can’t just spring something like that on me.”
He smiled at me and was about to make another dirty joke, but then said something else.
“Remember when, after our third date, we discussed our kinks and sex wants and needs?”
“Yes, and it wasn’t after our third date, it was after the third time we had sex. It was our fourth date.”
“Do you remember that I told you I had dated too many women and wanted to find someone to get serious with?”
“Uh…yeah, but I didn’t think you were serious. I thought you were just using that to get into my pants.”
He sighed. “I’m in your pussy right now.”
“So it worked!” I crowed.
His hands were still on my tits. He tweaked my nipples, not hard, just enough to let me feel it. I almost regretted telling him I liked my boobs and nipples abused a little bit.
Almost regretted it.
“Ride my cock,” he ordered. “Make me cum.”
I really liked that he was the dominant one in the relationship. I liked that he told me what to do. I liked the rough treatment.
Was I in love with him?
I knew right away I was overthinking it, but I couldn’t say the words.
He held onto my nipples and I came again. I think it was my fourth time of the night. Not that I had trouble cumming, but Sandy knew how to make me cum.
Letting go of my nipples he grabbed my hips and thrusted up into me several times. It was like I was riding a wild horse. As I was desperately trying to stay on I felt him cum. If I hadn’t felt his hot cum inside me, his long, deep groan would have alerted me.
I collapsed forward onto his chest. I loved his firm muscles. While I was no tiny little thing, it wasn’t an exaggeration to say that Sandy was twice as big as me.
He held me gently.
“Do you remember what we said when we talked about our wants and needs when it came to sex?” he asked softly.
I was quiet for a moment. I remembered. It scared and excited me, but I felt safe on top of him. I felt loved with his cock inside me (even if it was slowly softening).
“I remember.”
He had told me what he wanted in a physical relationship with me. It scared me, but his requests excited me as well. We hadn’t done much on his list yet, but everything we had done, I liked.
“I’m serious about making that all happen. If you don’t want to do that, now is the time to end this because I don’t want to waste your time or mine.”
A shiver went down my spine.
During that third (or fourth) date conversation Sandy had made three requests. Anal. Sex with another woman. Sex with another couple. He specified that he really wanted to watch me have sex with others.
His requests paled in comparison to mine. I wanted him to blindfold me and tie me up. Light bondage, really. I wanted to be his slave, have him control me in bed. Those admissions scared me, but it worked out well.
I had done light bondage before, and blindfolding, but with Sandy it was more exciting. I couldn’t explain why. It just was.
He was more than happy to tell me what to do in bed.
Anal wasn’t anything that I would have initiated myself. It seemed dirty, probably because it was dirty, but that was sort of the point.
He and I had a drink, got out the lube, and he really focused on pleasing me that first time. He made me cum a half dozen times using his fingers and mouth and eventually his cock, but all focused on my pussy. When he shoved a pillow and towel under my butt and asked if I was ready, I almost chickened out and bolted.
Him putting his finger up my ass was nice. Of course he was licking and sucking my clit at the same time, so that helped a lot. I thought he was going to ass fuck me doggy style, but we were in missionary when we did it.
Sandy pushed his cock into my asshole while reminding me to relax. The orgasms and wine had helped. It felt wrong and yet so right at the same time.
He slowly eased himself in and out of me. It seemed to take forever, but I loved every moment of it. I couldn’t help myself and rubbed my clit as he used my ass.
“Is this okay?” I asked, a little embarrassed that I was touching myself in front of him.
“That’s great. Keep doing that if you like it.”
I did like it. I kept rubbing my clit until I came. The orgasm was familiar but when I came, my sphincter tightened up on his cock and it hurt a bit. I liked the stress and pain.
“Your ass is so tight,” he complimented me.
“I’m sorry!”
Sandy laughed at me. “No. That’s good. Am I hurting you?”
“No. Keep going.” I liked that I was being bold.
He kept fucking my ass. I felt slutty and tawdry and dirty and I loved it.
And then I came again. This time the orgasm was different. I was used to my clitoral orgasms. This one was definitely from my ass. It left me gasping and regretting that I had waited until I was past thirty before trying anal sex.
“Make me cum like that again,” I begged him.
He didn’t have it in him to do it that night. He came in my ass. That was something new, but I didn’t mind at all.
I waited all of a day before I asked him to fuck me in the ass again. It quickly became part of our repertoire.
He had two more big items on his list. Sex with another woman. Sex with another couple. I was nervous about trying both because I knew what he wanted.
That wasn’t me, but neither had been anal.
For him, I was willing to try.
“I guess I’m not opposed to another couple,” I said carefully. “I just don’t know any that would jump in bed with us.”
“What about just another woman?” he asked me.
“I don’t know anyone like that either,” I said, ducking the question.
“You know what I mean.”
“I’ve never had sex with a woman. You know that.”
“And I want to watch you do exactly that. It’s non-negotiable.”
“Can I make you have sex with a man?” I asked sharply.
“Do you want to see that?” he replied.
“No,” I admitted. It was fucked up, but I wasn’t into seeing my boyfriend with another dude. Weirdly, I was sort of okay with another woman being involved. Even weirder, I was okay with the idea of messing around with a woman myself. “Have you…have you done that?” If he was bi, would that screw up our relationship?
“No. But I’ve done threesomes before. It’s always been me with another couple. But I’m not going to stay with someone who won’t do that with me.”
“I’ll try it,” I said.
“That’s all I can ask.”
“But do you know anyone who would have a threesome or…is foursome a word?”
“Yes,” he said. “I do.”
“Who?” I asked, as if I would know the woman.
“My ex.”
Chapter 2
The last thing I expected was to be charmed by Kristin. When she walked into the restaurant (neutral ground) I hated her almost immediately because she was everything I was not. Slender and willowy, taller than me, pale skin that seemed to glow, blonde hair and blue eyes, except for having a small chest and almost no ass, she was almost a walking cliché of sexy.
I felt positively dumpy next to her. I always look in the mirror and think “average at best.” Brunette, brown eyes, okay face. At times I got down on myself for not being incredibly beautiful. The one thing I did have going for me were my big boobs and big ass. Both were big enough to get plenty of attention without being too big. I was showing off my cleavage to Sandy—and Kristin—at the restaurant because it was the one category I could outdo her.
“And this is my girlfriend Jean. Jean, this is Kristin,” Sandy introduced us.
I was standing at the bar and started to stick out my hand for a polite handshake. Kristin reached out and grabbed me for a quick hug and an even quicker kiss on the cheek.
“Sandy’s told me so much about you!”
I blinked, confused. “He’s barely mentioned you to me,” I stuttered out.
That was the wrong thing to say. They both laughed and I was saved by the hostess telling us our table was ready.
Dinner wasn’t awkward, though maybe I studied her a little too intently. Kristin was vivacious and bubbly. I started to wonder why Sandy wasn’t still with her. I blurted that out.
“Why’d you break up with her, Sandy?”
They both looked at me like I had dropped a bag of dog shit on the table.
Kristin spoke first. “He didn’t break up with me. I broke up with him.”
“Uh…yeah. We wanted different things.”
I could feel my face turning red with embarrassment. Maybe having slightly tanned skin was an advantage in this situation; if I had Kristin’s skin, my face would have looked like a tomato.
“What…different things?” I asked, trying to cover up my faux pas.
“Women, mostly,” Sandy answered.
“Oohhh…” I heard myself bleating like a goat.
“I’m bisexual,” Kristin unnecessarily told me. I had figured that out already. “I’m homoromantic, but I like sex with men and women.”
I nervously looked around the restaurant. No one was listening to us. I supposed that was good. We were in a booth so we had some tiny measure of privacy.
“Oh,” I said again.
“How is Brenda, by the way?” asked Sandy.
“Good. She’s almost done with her Ph.D.”
“That’s what you said the last time we talked.”
“Yeah, well…” Kristin looked my way. “Brenda is my girlfriend,” she explained, again unnecessarily, but I was acting dumb so I didn’t blame her.
“I thought she was your fiancée,” Sandy said.
Kristin frowned. “Yeah, well, we aren’t going to take that step, apparently, until after she finishes her program.”
“Does she know you’re here?” I blurted out.
The pretty blonde smiled at me. “Yes, but she thinks I’m just hooking up with Sandy. Brenda is a lesbian, but she loves a bisexual. Me. That was a source of friction, let me tell you…anyway, she and I have agreed that I’m allowed to get dick on the side when I need it as long as I’m discreet.” Kristen sucked in her lips and looked me up and down. “Can you be discreet with me?”
We went back to Sandy’s place. I was so nervous my hands were shaking. Kristin followed us in her car, but I rode with Sandy. He saw my shaking hands.
“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want.”
“I want to,” I said a little too emphatically.
“Okay, good.”
“You just want to watch me kiss her and go down on her, right?”
“Uh…yeah. And anything else that you want to do.”
“Sure, yeah, I can do that.”
“I’m going to watch and you just give me the signal when you want me to join in.”
Inside the house I once more blurted out foolishly. “I’ve never done this before. With a woman, I mean. Or a threesome. I’ve had sex before. I’m not a virgin!”
Kristin took my hands. She was trying to contain her laughter. “Oh my goodness you’re nervous. I have just one question to ask you.”
“Okay.”
“Are you going to be okay if Sandy fucks me in front of you? It’s been a long time since I’ve had a cock and I don’t want you freaking out in front of me.”
“I’m fine with that.” I had no idea if I was or not. The only way I was going to figure that out would be to see it in person. “But he wants to watch us mess around.”
“I know.” She smiled at me. She had the whitest teeth. “Now you need to promise me one thing.”
“Okay…”
“You can’t tell Brenda about us having sex.”
Kristin was cheating. I suddenly got that. It was wrong, but I was too far in to change path now.
“I promise I won’t tell her anything.” Not knowing Brenda that was an easy promise to make.
“Good.” Then Kristin kissed me. Not on the cheek this time, but on the lips. And then her tongue was in my mouth. And I realized kissing a woman was like kissing a man, only softer.
“Fucking hot,” Sandy approved.
Kristin’s hands went down from my back to my waist to my ass.
“I love your ass,” she said when she pulled back. “I can’t wait to see it bare.” She glanced at Sandy who was grinning widely. “I assume you haven’t moved the bedroom?”
“Nope.”
Kristin took my hand and started pulling me in that direction. “You get to watch for fifteen minutes and then I get your cock,” she said.
It wasn’t exactly what I had agreed to, but my head was spinning and I was okay with that. I wanted to see what would happen. I wanted to see what I would do with another woman.
Apparently the boundaries I had weren’t as strong as I thought.
There was more kissing. I could feel Sandy watching us. I liked him watching us. I got extra nervous when Kristin started tugging on my clothes. That was the real test. I didn’t resist because I knew I had to just go with the moment. It was only a little strange being undressed by a woman.
She just pulled up my shirt. That was fine. My shoes were already off. When her fingers went inside the elastic waistband of my skirt, I froze.
“Is this okay?” she asked me.
I just nodded.
Kristin knelt down and pulled down my skirt and my leggings at the same time, leaving me in my bra and underwear. I had worn a sort of sexy and very bold matching set that were wild colors and showed off my body the best way possible.
I still self-consciously crossed my arms in front of myself but resisted the temptation to cover my crotch with my hand. I wasn’t even naked yet.
She took a step back and blew a stray hair out of her face. “You’ve got a sexy body.”
“I do?” I was shocked at her assessment.
“Nice and curvy. I’m too skinny. I forget to eat.”
Without warning, she pulled her shirt off and shimmied out of her pants. It took a second. She was wearing a pair of tiny blue panties and a matching cami. The cami came off next. I don’t know why she didn’t take it off with the shirt.
“Oh wow. You’ve got such cute boobs!” I heard myself saying the words and I couldn’t believe it. Her tits were tiny. A cups at best with tiny nipples as well.
Kristin grimaced and palmed her tits, accentuating how small they were. “I wish they were bigger. They grew until seventh grade and then just stopped.” She smiled at me and gave Sandy a mischievous glance. “Take off your bra. I want to see yours.”
“Uhh…”
“Want me to help?”
“No! I’m good!” I didn’t bother unhooking the bra. I just pulled it up over my head. My tits fell heavily back when the bra released them.
“They’re so beautiful,” Kristin exclaimed and then she was feeling me up and following that up with a kiss.
“Keep going…” Sandy encouraged us.
“The bed,” said Kristin and gently moved us that way even though I was bigger than her. She was tiny. I’m small, but not tiny.
And then we were on the bed and then we were kissing again and I felt her tits against mine and I sort of liked it.
And then her hand was pushing down into my panties.
I gasped.
“Is this okay?” she asked me.
I just nodded.
Her fingers went into my underwear and found my slit and much to my surprise she found me wet. I didn’t realize I was wet.
“You shaved for me?” she asked.
My pubic stylings changed regularly. Sandy had told me he likes completely smooth, so I had started doing a complete shave for him. I liked the feeling of being bare down there, but it sometimes was a pain in the ass to maintain.
“I shave, yeah…”
Kristin switched her position and started tugging on my panties. “Can I go down on you?” she asked.
It was all moving so fast.
I didn’t even get a chance to answer because Sandy moaned. I looked over at him. He had his jeans unzipped and his cock out. He was hard and slowly masturbating.
That turned me on so much I had to go along with Kristin.
“Yeah…”
She pulled harder on my panties and then next thing I knew my hips were up in the air and she was pulling off my last article of clothing. Then I was naked and her face was between my thighs and then she licked my puffy lips—
I gasped loudly as her tongue found my clit and started doing wonderful things to me.
I’d been eaten out by a lot of guys. Kristin was better than all of them. Or maybe I was just really horny because I’d never been with a woman before. Or maybe it was because I enjoyed Sandy watching me with her.
Whatever it was I was panting and moaning as she focused entirely on me. I wasn’t the least bit ashamed when I came even though the noises I was making weren’t exactly sexy.
And Sandy had moved from where he had been standing with his dick out, watching us, to sit on the bed next to me. He was still stroking his cock with one hand, but he leaned down to kiss me and I loved that.
“Are you good?” he asked when I started to come down from my natural orgasmic high.
“Very good,” I panted. “I want to keep going.”
Kristin laughed and kissed my inner thigh causing a spasm in my leg. “You’re going to have to wait a minute. I need a little break.” She got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom. It was then I saw her panties were a thong; that made me jealous because her ass was perfect. A second later I heard water running in the sink.
“I want to see you with her,” Sandy whispered in my ear.
I knew what he meant. I knew exactly what he meant. Under normal circumstances I would have been disgusted and turned off.
“I always need water after going down on anyone,” said Kristin when she came out of the bathroom. “I get so thirsty.”
In a flash I was off the bed and pressing up to Kristin. She didn’t mind the kisses. I ran my hand down her side to her buttock. It was so small and trim and firm. I was jealous.
“I want to put on a show for Sandy,” I told her.
“Sure,” she immediately agreed.
Getting back on the bed and pulling off her thong were liberating. I felt like a new person. Looking down at her pussy I realized what I was about to do.
Her pussy was as pretty as the rest of her.
As much as I wanted to do this, I couldn’t help but admire her sex. Her butterfly lips were pink and glistening and spread open ever so slightly. That wasn’t what really caught my attention. It was the perfect triangle of dark blonde curls that adorned her mons. I reached out and touched her there. When I did so I quickly realized that she shaved the sides and her labia. It was beautiful.
“So pretty,” I murmured.
“I can’t go bare like you,” she said.
“What?” That made no sense.
“I have to prove I’m a natural blonde, don’t I?”
That made me have all sorts of new suspicions about Kristin. She was supposedly in a serious relationship with another woman (Brenda?) but had to keep her pubic hair as a sort of status symbol of being blonde…for who exactly? How much sleeping around did she do?
I wasn’t going to get those questions answered anytime soon. I just smiled at her and plunged in, face first.
Once I got by the idea that the act I was performing wouldn’t scar or change me, I relaxed and enjoyed what I was doing. I learned right away that I loved the flavor of lusty pussy. I liked hearing the little moans and sighs that Kristin made as I licked and sucked her. The way she touched my head and gently guided me was heartening.
I could feel Sandy’s eyes on me as I focused on Kristin’s pleasure. I sensed the motion of his hand up and down on his shaft as he watched. He reached out and gently touched my back as I was busy. I knew he wasn’t going to unleash his load onto my back or ass right then—but I wanted him to do exactly that. It would have been such a compliment to my skills.
“Use your fingers,” Kristin encouraged me.
I slipped a pair of fingers into her tunnel, getting them wet, and then withdrew them to rub her clit back and forth as fast as I dared.
She looked at me in shock, her mouth wide open. Just as she started to protest, she clenched her teeth and threw her head back. She came and her pussy got incredibly hot and incredibly wet in the space of a few seconds.
“Oh fuck yes,” she laughed at the ceiling. “She can go down on me anytime she wants, Sandy.”
Kristin’s words brought me back to the moment. Had I really just done that?
While I had been busy and distracted Sandy had removed his clothes. He moved up on the bed and kissed Kristin on the lips. “I’ll be sure to keep her around,” he said as he moved Kristin to the side and pushed me out of the way.
I knew this had been coming, but to see it underway was another whole level of intensity.
I couldn’t see everything, but I didn’t need to. She spread her legs and he got between them. Of course he was rock hard. I saw his cock dip between her lips and then suddenly disappear as he went all the way in.
Watching it made me feel so wild. I should have been offended and jealous, instead I was incredibly turned on and I realized that I needed to see this. I needed to do this again. My boyfriend fucking another woman wasn’t wrong, it was perfectly natural and I deserved to watch it.
“Fuck…” I moaned as he started thrusting into the little woman that I found more attractive by the moment.
They didn’t seem to notice me at all. I was getting to watch two people fuck and suddenly I knew what voyeurism truly was. It wasn’t like watching a sexy movie or porn where they were playing for the camera. It wasn’t like they were putting on a show for me; they were acting like I wasn’t there. This was much more intimate and kinky.
I loved it when Kristin put up her knees and let Sandy thrust deep and hard into her pussy. When they kissed my heart leaped and I wanted to kiss them both but that would spoil the magic.
“Fuck me harder,” Kristin begged. “Use that big cock!”
I hadn’t slept with a huge amount of men, but in all honesty, at best Sandy’s cock was average. At worst, it was also average. It wasn’t huge or even big. I liked it, but calling Sandy huge was overselling it.
While my boyfriend fucked her, I couldn’t just stay there watching and not do anything else. I pushed my hand down between my thighs and started fingering myself.
“Cum in her,” I heard myself say. “Please cum in her.”
I don’t know if they heard me at all, but it was a beautiful thing to see Kristin cum again, her legs shaking and her moan loud and raucous. A second later Sandy grunted and spasmed in such a way that I knew he was cumming in her, exactly what I wanted.
It felt like such a betrayal, but I kept rubbing myself and just as they were finishing their orgasms, I came. I tried to remain quiet, but I couldn’t manage it.
Sandy had a goofy grin on his face. “Did you like the show?” he asked me as he slowly disengaged from Kristin.
I nodded and sidled over to him on the bed. I kissed him, putting my hand on his shoulder, not at all ashamed at how wet my fingers were with my amrita.
“I needed that cock,” said Kristin. “Thank you.”
I wasn’t sure if she was thanking me for letting Sandy fuck her or if she was thanking Sandy for fucking her and not caring about my feelings on the matter.
It felt horrible to know he had enjoyed fucking her and she had loved it. It felt even worse that I liked how those stupid feelings felt.
“Suck my cock.” I wasn’t sure if Sandy asked or told me. It didn’t matter. He flopped onto his back and I went down on him, sucking his cock covered with Kristin’s amrita and his cum.
It was the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted. I know he was humiliating and controlling me but I didn’t care.
Chapter 3
“Are you okay?” Sandy asked me the next morning. I was barely awake. Kristin hadn’t spent the night and that was a good thing. Sandy’s bed wasn’t that big and I needed to process everything he and I had done. Everything he had done with Kristin. Everything I had done and felt.
I knew that Sandy had fucked other women before more. I had fucked men before him. That wasn’t the problem. I probably would have been fine if he had fucked other women while we were dating and just didn’t tell me. But what would I have felt if we had decided to go exclusive and then I found he was cheating on me? Even if he only fucked another woman only once, but did it behind my back?
Looking deep into my soul, I realized that the idea of Sandy fucking someone else really turned me on. I was turned on the night before, wasn’t I?
“I’m…I’m great!” I said in complete honesty.
“You are? I mean, we did some wild stuff last night and—”
“I want to do it again.”
He paused. I had cut him off. “You do?”
“Yes.”
“Uh…okay. I wasn’t expecting such an enthusiastic response.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know. I was just nervous that…maybe you’d have serious second thoughts about having sex with a woman.”
I dismissed his concern with a wave of my hand. “That was fun. It wasn’t nearly as weird as I thought it would be. It was sexy. But you know what was really hot?”
He shook his head. “No. What?”
“You fucking her and me getting to watch that.”
He smiled and pulled me tightly to him, kissing me fiercely. “You liked that?”
I nodded and kissed his cheek and neck. “I want to see you do it again.”
“You do?” He seemed genuinely surprised.
“Uh-huh. It was wild.”
“I didn’t expect you to say that.”
“Why not?”
“You seem…reserved when it comes to sex.”
I was a bit offended at that.
“Don’t I give good blowjobs?”
“Well…yes.”
“What about just sex? Do I starfish on you or do I fully participate?”
“The sex is great but—”
I didn’t let him continue. “When you suggested anal, I said yes. And I liked it, right?”
“Yes, you did—”
“And you wanted to have a threesome with another woman. And holy shit was that great. We’re going to do it again, right?”
“Yes, if—”
“And another couple. I want to fuck the guy why you fuck the girl. That seems really slutty. I want to be slutty.”
“That sounds great but—”
“And you liked it when I played with Kristin, right?
“Yes—”
“Maybe next time I’ll have sex with her and you just get to watch. Nothing for you.”
“That might be a little too much—”
“Ever have sex with a guy?” I asked him abruptly.
That caught him metaphorically flat-footed. He didn’t have a quick reply after the series of rapid-fire questions I had sent his way.
“Have I…have I had sex with a guy?” he repeated warily.
“I’m not asking if you’re bi. I mean, I might be, and that’s exciting. Not bi like Kristin, of course, I don’t think I’d ever get married or in a long-term relationship with a woman, but the sex element intrigues me. But would you fuck a guy?”
“I don’t think—”
“Suck his cock?”
He looked askance at me. “Probably not—”
“Let him suck your cock?”
“Where are all these questions coming from?” he blurted out in an effort to change the direction of the conversation.
“I’m still excited from last night. Plus, it would be hot to see you with another guy. Maybe I just want to see that once. You saw me with a girl. Turnabout is fair play, right?”
He grabbed my arms and I swear he was going to shake some sense into me like I was a ragdoll. “Can you calm down a minute so we can talk rationally?”
I took a deep breath. He was making a completely reasonable request. I still wanted to talk about him fucking another woman.
“Sure.”
“I promise we will invite Kristin back into bed. Or maybe another couple, is that okay with you?”
I nodded. “Yes. But have you done a foursome before?”
He sighed. “Yes. Well, it was more of a couple swapping thing than an orgy.”
“Yup. I get it. Sounds hot. Can we—”
This time I was cut off, not by Sandy but by my cell phone going off. I’d have to hurry if I was going to get to work on time.
“We’ll talk more about this later,” I promised.
At work I found myself daydreaming about sex with Sandy. Well, it was more like sex with another woman while Sandy watched. I even started dreaming about fucking a man in front of Sandy while the man’s wife and Sandy just had to watch us.
I didn’t know I was so fucking kinky. I mean, I had always liked sex, and fantasized plenty, but it had always been comparatively tame stuff. Things I wanted to do with my current lover. Being ravished by someone I wanted to say no to but couldn’t. Being tied up. Having anal (though I hadn’t admitted that to Sandy and I loved that anal was everything I had dreamed about). Having sex in public where I could get caught. Posting nudes of myself online. Half of that stuff I’d never do but I’d dream about it.
It had never really occurred to me to fantasize about sex with a woman or sex in a group. Maybe if I had, I would have done it earlier, before I met Sandy.
I didn’t need to tell Sandy all of this.
Getting through the day wasn’t hell, but everyone commented I looked distracted. That was a terrible thing to hear in a lab. I wasn’t directly responsible for the lives of others; I was just running tests and analyses of every bodily fluid possible, but the wrong results could send someone down the wrong path, health wise.
As soon as my shift was over I called Sandy and told him I wanted to come over.
“For sex?”
“Yes.” I wasn’t going to play coy.
“I have a surprise for you.”
My face flushed red in the semi-privacy of my car as I slowly drove through the hospital’s parking garage. “Is it a woman? Are you fucking her right now?”
Sandy laughed over the phone. “No. No. Nothing like that. Are you serious about getting really serious in our relationship?”
I hadn’t put it that way, but maybe it was time for me to be slutty. Really slutty. Maybe that was the way to finally settle down. That was twisted logic.
“Yes. I’ve got to let you go. I’m not driving while on the phone.”
“See you soon.”
It was only a partial lie. Sex talk on the phone would distract me.
I made it to Sandy’s in record time. He kissed me as soon as I walked in the door. I grabbed his ass while we kissed.
“Let’s skip dinner and go right to the bedroom,” I told him. “Do you have a woman hidden in there for me?”
He laughed. “No.”
“A man?”
This time he rolled his eyes. “No. Just me. And a little something.”
“I have three vibrators at home,” I told him as I shed my scrubs on my way to his bedroom. “Small, medium, and large. I like medium the best. Little isn’t really for me.”
As soon as I got to his bedroom I plopped on the bed and tried to arrange myself in a sexy pose. It’s sort of hard to do that while wearing a plain bra and panties. Maybe some guys went for women in athletic undergarments, but Sandy had never mentioned a preference.
“What do you have to show me, big boy?” I ran my hand slowly down my thigh and up to my ass. I had no idea what I was doing. It was probably a turnoff to him.
“Promise you won’t freak out?” he asked as he walked to his huge dresser.
“I just fucked a woman for you yesterday,” I said. “I watched as you fucked her too. I’m not going to freak out,” I assured him.
“Last woman I showed this to immediately left the room and never talked to me again.”
“Now you have to show me,” I said. “I’m curious if I’m going to do the same thing.”
Sandy opened up a middle drawer on the dresser. “I can assure you this isn’t what you’re expecting.”
“Now you’re making me nervous.”
He reached into the drawer but didn’t take anything out right away. “It’s not like what I asked you for before.”
“Anal, threeway, and couple swapping,” I said quickly. “I was good with all of those. Is it a buttplug?” I asked him.
“Not exactly,” he said, dancing around the issue again. He pulled the small item out of the drawer and showed it to me.
It wasn’t a buttplug or vibrator. Those would have been boring. I was expecting a sex toy of some sort. Maybe a camera because he wanted us to make porn.
I had to say I never would have guessed he would show me a cock cage. It almost looked like a piece of erotic art. Penis in Metal VI.
“Does that go on your dick?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“You want to wear it?”
“Yes.”
“So…why don’t you just wear it?” I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to be involved. “Why involve me?”
“I want you to be my keyholder.”
“Okay…what’s that?”
“You get to hold the key to my chastity lock,” he said.
I just stared.
This was not what I was expecting.
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Can I explain something?”
Not knowing what else to do, I said, “Yes. Please.”
“I’m dominant. You know that. It’s worked well for us relationship-wise and sex-wise.”
“Right.” Sandy always told me what to do in bed and I loved it. Generally speaking, in our personal relationship outside the bedroom, he liked to be in charge, but it wasn’t like I didn’t get any say in matters. I knew I was submissive and liked the man in charge (as anti-feminist as that was) of the little things.
“But it’s hard to be dominant all the time,” he said.
I smirked at the little cage he was still holding. It was in the shape of a flaccid penis. “Not in that thing,” I joked.
He ignored my joke with a shake of his head. “When I’m wearing the cage, I still want to be dominant in our relationship. When you take it off me, you get to be the one in charge.”
I was confused. “That doesn’t make any sense. Shouldn’t you be dominant when you’re out of the cage and submissive when wearing it?”
He shrugged. “Yeah, but I don’t feel that way. If I have it on, I feel contained, in control, I can think and act clearly. With it off, my cock tells me what to do. Can you do this for me? When we’re having sex, can you be the dominant one?”
Even though I knew I was submissive, it wasn’t like that was the core of my identity. I liked being told what to do in bed, but I wanted to get my way at the same time. And when I say get my way, I mean I wanted to cum and cum a lot. I wasn’t exactly shy about asking for what I wanted, but it wasn’t exactly who I was.
“I don’t know if that’s something I can do.”
“Whatever you want, I’ll make it happen for you,” he promised. “Sex however you want. Sex with whomever you want.”
That caught my attention. “Anyone I want?”
He chuckled a little. “Anyone I can convince to hop in bed with you. Or anyone you can convince to get in bed.”
“Men or women?”
“Yes.”
“You wouldn’t mind me fucking some random guy?”
“Not at all as long as I could watch.”
“What if I don’t want you to watch?”
“You’d have to tell me all about it later.”
I filed that information away.
“Can I tell you who to have sex with?”
He hesitated. “Yes. But I don’t want to have sex with men.”
“What about with just me?”
“That would be fine.”
“This is making my head spin.”
“Do you want to try it?”
I dodged the question. “How does someone just wake up and say to themselves, ‘You know, I think I’ll put my dick in a cage today?’” I looked at him expectantly.
“You know I work from home.”
“Right.”
Sandy was a web developer for a bunch of small businesses. Most of his day was spent in the spare bedroom converted to an office that had three huge computer screens and enough computer equipment to look like a sci-fi spaceship bridge. At least to me.
“When things are going wrong, I’m busy as hell fixing problems and building solutions. When things are going right, I’ve got a lot of extra time.” He sighed. “There’s a lot of porn on the internet and I was jerking it way too many times during the day.”
“Recently?” I asked.
“Uh…no. It’s been under control ever since you and I started dating. Before that…I had a couple of different relationships where I needed to wear the cage.”
“Those relationships didn’t work out,” I pointed out to him.
“I still want to wear the cage.”
“Because it’ll stop you from jerking off during the day?” I asked him and then tilted my head. “How much are you jerking off when I’m not around?”
He winced and looked at the floor. “No more than once a day.”
My eyes bulged. “On top of all the sex we’re having?” It wasn’t like we were having sex five times a day, but we still banged almost every day, sometimes twice a day.
“Yeah…”
That made me a bit angry. I mean, it was his dick and he was still fucking me the way I liked, but I didn’t like the fact he was jerking off so much. Maybe he had the right, but I didn’t like it.
But if he was wearing the cage and I had the key…
“I get to control when you have sex and when you cum?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Sounds hot. Let’s put this thing on your thing.”
I watched as he went through the steps to put his cock in the metal contraption. I winced as he forced his balls and then his shaft through the base ring that had to nestle against his body. He had some difficulty forcing the shaft down the curved tube that was formed by the little metal bars of the device.
I had always thought of Sandy’s cock being average sized, which I liked. I’m not a size queen. I don’t need a huge cock, just a nice firm one. But looking at it inside the little jail, it suddenly looked smaller. I’m well aware of the many size changes that can occur to a man’s manhood, but it looked almost tiny contained like that.
I watched as he clicked the lock shut and handed me the key. It was on a simple keychain with a silver fob. Enameled on the fob was a picture of a chicken.
It took me a moment.
“It’s a rooster, isn’t it?” I asked him.
“Yes.”
“A cock. I like it.”
We looked down at his jailed genitals. Suddenly I wanted it off him so we could fuck. My panties were getting damp at the thoughts I was having. He had dropped his pants to put on the cage, but was still wearing a shirt. It was sort of sexy seeing him wearing the chastity cage but at the same time, it was off-putting seeing him with his socks and shirt on.
I was disappointed when he pulled his underwear and pants back on, tucking his little thing away.
“Would you please make me dinner?” he asked.
“So polite,” I teased. “I thought you were the dominant one.”
“Being dominant doesn’t mean being a dick or asshole,” he said. “I have chicken in the fridge. Something with vegetables and rice.” He smiled evenly. “Or we can just not do this.”
I wanted to do it. I took the key and started to grab my clothes because I wasn’t going to cook in just my bra and panties.
He stopped me. “No. You don’t need to get dressed. There’s an apron in the kitchen.” He kissed me. I liked the kiss.
“It’s dangerous to cook in the nude. Grease spatters.”
His hand traveled down to my ass where he firmly gripped the flesh. “You’ll have an apron and your bra and panties.”
“How are you going to fuck me tonight if you’re wearing that cage?”
“I’m not…unless you take it off me. And then I want you to put it back on when you’re done.”
His words were making my head spin.
I retreated to the kitchen to make dinner. I wanted to see how this would play out.
Chapter 4
“This isn’t a normal relationship, is it?” I asked Connie.
“That’s not for me to judge.” She was a good therapist. “But I have to say that your problems are different from the usual ‘parents hate me’ and ‘I have social anxiety’ that I deal with most of the time.”
“Okay, so I need your opinion. Is this ethical, what I’m doing with Sandy?”
Connie gave me a steady gaze for a moment longer than was comfortable. I liked Connie. A couple of years prior I had been in a deep depression and she helped me out of it. I still saw her once a month because I valued my mental health.
“It sounds like he asked you to do this and you went along with it. It was all his idea. You can stop any time you want.”
“But…if a person came up to me with a baseball bat and asked me to hit him over the head with it, that wouldn’t be ethical.”
“Not exactly the same thing, Jean. This is a sex game, nothing else. You aren’t hurting him. Oh, I’m sure there’s some slight pain going on when he’s wearing that chastity thing, but he can take it off anytime he wants.”
I had told her everything that Sandy had asked me to do. Everything. I made dinner in my underwear while he lounged. After dinner I took his cage off and made him eat me out until I was a puddle (literal and metaphorical) on the bed. Then I had him fuck me until I had an out of body experience.
I had considered making him wear a condom to cut down on the cleanup afterwards, but I liked the feeling when he came inside me. But I just laid back and let him do all the work. I wanted to tell Sandy to clean my pussy by eating his cum out of me, but that seemed a little extreme. Instead I just had him get me a washcloth and clean me that way.
I could have put him back in the cage, but I didn’t. I made him do it and then I was the one to set the lock. It made me feel powerful.
In the morning he said he woke up a couple of times because of night erections, but he had dealt with that problem before. I slept the sleep of the innocent.
His cock looked red and angry inside the cage. I offered to take it off him. Sandy stated no. He didn’t want to jerk off during the day when I was at work. It made me feel guilty and as soon as I was away from his house, I called Connie. She had a free slot where she could see me that morning.
I poured my heart out to her.
“If I said anything like this to my friends and family, they’d freak out.”
“That’s what I’m here for. I’m not freaking out. Your boyfriend has a somewhat extreme kink, but it’s not hurting anyone.”
“Except himself,” I pointed out.
“True.”
“I had sex with a woman,” I blurted out.
I caught Connie off-guard. “Okay, that’s a change in direction,” she said. “You were doing this when?”
“A week ago.”
“Does Sandy know?”
“Yes. He was there watching us.”
Connie blinked. I could tell she was trying to compose herself.
“Maybe you should give me a few more details.”
I gave her all the details.
She maintained her professionalism and didn’t react poorly.
“So…you have a very interesting sex life with your boyfriend.”
“I’ll say,” I said proudly.
“Is any of this upsetting or disturbing you?”
She was looking for signs that I was behaving irrationally, indicating I was headed into a depressive spiral.
“No,” I answered honestly. “I’m kind of excited by this. My life hasn’t been this fun or interesting…ever.”
“So why are you here, Jean?”
“I’m not bragging,” I blurted out.
Connie just looked levelly at me.
“Okay, maybe I’m bragging a little. But is this…normal?”
“When it comes to sex, normal is not a word that ever applies. But, you’re fine. Just be careful and have fun.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
“And don’t hesitate to call me if you have any problems. Your problems are much more interesting than ‘I’m not sure my wife loves me’ or ‘I have trouble talking to people.’”
After getting out of Connie’s office in a much more positive headspace, I texted Sandy.
How’s your cock?
He replied almost immediately. I wondered if he was waiting for me.
Caged. I feel very centered today.
Can I request ANYTHING from you?
I was excited by the possibilities before me. Sandy was more pragmatic.
Anything that I can make happen. Yes, but with that limit.
I want to fuck a man in front of you.
Holy fucking shit that was hot. My head was spinning with the possibility.
I hadn’t told Sandy or my family or Connie or anyone about my college boyfriend repeatedly cheating on me before I finally dumped his ass. This was going to be my revenge.
That sounds hot, he texted me back almost immediately.
Can you make it happen? I needed him to do this for me.
Yes. Give me a little time.
I only had to give him a very little bit of time. I went to his house that evening. He must not have been working on his regular job; instead he had been finding some rando for me to fuck.
Dinner was quick and Sandy got right to the point. “I found a guy I want to watch you with.”
“Wow. That was quick. You must have been stalking every hookup app in existence. Who is he?”
“A friend of mine.”
I didn’t know how to deal with that. “You want to watch your friend fuck me. What’s your friend’s name?”
“Allan.”
“I don’t remember meeting any friend of yours named Allan.”
Sandy had a small circle of friends. The two he hung out with on a semi-regular basis to play video games and whatnot were Dimitri and Art. Allan was new.
“He’s more of a casual acquaintance. You haven’t met him.”
“And you just want me to fuck a stranger?”
“Yes. He’s a stranger to you, not to me.” He placed his hand on my leg. “You’re going to do this for me.”
I shivered at his touch. “But if I don’t like him—”
“You’re going to do it,” he said flatly and moved his hand from my leg to my wrist. He pulled me closer and forced me to cup his cock through his pants.
Only I wasn’t cupping his cock, but his cage. “Remember our agreement?”
“When do you want me to do this?” I managed to ask him while automatically starting to massage his cock. His cage. I wondered if I was squeezing his balls too hard.
“Tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow!”
“It doesn’t matter if you need more time to prepare. You’re going to do it.”
It sort of scared me what he was going to make me do. I had never really had a one night stand in my life. I had always gotten to know my lovers a bit first (Kristin was an exception; she was a woman). He was just going to make me fuck a man right after meeting him.
A shiver ran down my spine and seemed to zip through my body and find rest in my clit. I didn’t want to let Sandy know how much this was turning me on. There was a way around that.
I broke away from him and went to find my purse.
“Hey!” he protested but didn’t run after me. I came back a moment later, key in my hand. “Oh.” He opened up his pants for me, unzipping and unbuckling, pulling down his underwear to show the shiny metal and aggressive cage that somehow displayed assertiveness and vulnerability at the same time. Strength and weakness.
Then he leaned back expectantly, manspreading, putting his arms on the back of the couch.
“You know, the moment I take your little penis pen off, I’m in charge, right?”
There was just a momentary flicker of uncertainty but then Sandy recovered his confidence.
“Looking forward to it.”
I put the key in the lock and then fumbled a bit. I didn’t know what I was doing, but eventually got the lock and the curved shaft off, but that left behind the retaining ring.
His cock started to get hard.
“You’d better get it off soon,” he told me.
I was about to reach for him and do that, though I wasn’t sure how to get it off exactly. Then I remembered the role I was supposed to be playing. “No. You take it off. If you can’t get it off in a minute, then we’ll just put the little cage back on you.”
We both felt the electric flicker of sexual energy between us.
Sandy reached down and manipulated the retaining ring. I watched, flicking my eyes back and forth between his cock and his face. I liked how he winced when he forced his balls through the ring. His shaft was already too stiff to get that part of his anatomy off first.
Once his balls were clear, however, it was easy for him to slip off the ring. Setting it aside, he absently stroked himself.
“Don’t touch yourself,” I said as I pulled back my hair and wrapped it into a quick messy bun. He moved his hand away and I went down on my knees in front of him. I knew I was supposed to be the dominant when his cage was off.
And I was going to be.
But I needed to lull him into a false sense of control.
Sandy graciously allowed me to suck his cock. I took great pride in my fellatio skills. While I had no way of comparing my skills to other women’s (and men’s) I had never gotten a complaint in my life and quite a few compliments.
I liked the feel of Sandy’s hard cock in my mouth. I liked the way he shivered when I sucked him just so. His velvety smooth balls were like silk when I licked them. I didn’t skimp on using my hand either.
He was already hard but in no time at all I had him right on the edge and looked up at him with eyes wide open, my lips around his small head.
He was looking up at me.
“Ready to cum?” I asked him, pumping my hand up and down on him.
“Uh-huh.”
“Want to cum in my mouth?”
“Fuck yes!”
I silently chuckled and worked my hand on him while I sucked hard.
We had only been dating a couple of months but I had a good handle on Sandy’s sexual reactions. I knew he was right on the edge and was going to erupt.