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WEDNESDAY
Wednesday dawned hot and sunny, and I shaved and showered as normal, possibly paying extra attention to my private parts, knowing these were probably going to be inspected in detail; the smoothness of my skin everywhere was taking a while to get used to, but it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling.
There was a degree of apprehension regarding my preparation, as I wondered what May had decided regarding my ‘punishment’ over the intervening days, as well as being puzzled as to why she needed so many of my measurements, especially that last one I gave her. I hesitated getting dressed as to whether or not I should wear my boxers beneath my shorts, given I was expecting to have to undress in front of her: in the end, I went without.
I knocked at her front door at the duly appointed time of 9 o’clock. May opened the door similarly dressed in shorts, but instead of a blouse, her top was more of a fine loose fitting singlet, beneath which it was evident she wasn’t wearing a bra, as her breast jiggled delightfully as she stepped to one side to let me in.
‘Good morning Ma’am’ I greeted her, somewhat sheepishly, stepping in to her hallway.
‘Hello Paul, go through to the front room, I’ve just made some coffee, so I won’t be a second’ she responded.
She disappeared around the back to her kitchen while I sat down on her sofa.
Seconds later, she reappeared with a ‘here we are’, carrying a tray which she set down on the coffee table to one side.
The glimpse of flesh as she bent over was tantalising, the soft curvature of her breasts making my organ swell within its loose confines of my shorts. The tray held a cafeteria and small jug of milk and bowl of sugar, plus two mugs and a cardboard box.
‘Help yourself’ she said, as she picked up one mug which was already half full, and sat in her armchair.
I awkwardly got up from the sofa, conscious of my swelling organ, wishing I had worn boxers after all, and poured myself a coffee, adding milk and sugar, before regaining my place on the sofa. She was looking at me quizzically over the top of her glasses, and I felt my heart beating rapidly deep within my chest. She sipped her coffee, comfortable at the fact that I was totally the opposite, while I desperately waited for her to say something, not daring to speak.
‘So let’s have a look at you then …’ she eventually said, sitting back and crossing her shapely legs. ‘Stand here, so I can see properly’ she pointed to a spot on the rug close to where she was sitting.
I hesitantly stood up, conscious my organ was still somewhat erect beneath my shorts, even if not fully hard. I paced towards her, and removed my t-shirt, revealing my hairless torso. Socks went next, and finally I unzipped my shorts, and let them drop to the floor, revealing my part-swollen cock, hairless and smooth.
She uncrossed her legs and leant forwards, peering intently at my nether regions, and then closely up and down my body.
‘Turn around’ she ordered, and stopped me as I was half way through my pirouette.
‘Legs apart, bend over, and let me see you part those cheeks …’.
I flushed with embarrassment as I followed her orders, feeling her intense gaze focus on my rear opening. I felt totally humiliated, vulnerably exposed, and slightly off balance as I pulled my cheeks apart so May could inspect me closely for any errant body hairs.
She let out a satisfied ‘good!’, and gently drew her index finger down the crevice between my buttocks until she reached my exposed and slightly stretched orifice, whereupon she thrust the tip gorukle escort slightly forwards, gently penetrating my gaping sphincter.
‘Oooph …’ I exhaled, partly in surprise, partly in stimulation, and almost lost my balance at this unexpected intrusion, tipping forwards slightly, before regaining control and pulling back to regain my balance, only to have her finger tip penetrate deeper inside me as I steadied my bent over position.
My sphincter clenched tightly around her outthrust finger, as I fought to control the sensations coursing deeply through my lower body, my organ immediately growing fully erect. I panted slightly as she withdrew her finger slowly, with me still bent over, a buttock clasped in each hand.
‘You can stand up now and turn around … that wasn’t supposed to happen’ May stated in a matter of fact voice.
I released my buttocks, stood and turned round to face her, my erect penis sprouting forcibly in front, throbbing hard. She was sat back in the armchair with her nipples now visibly erect beneath her light top, with what looked like hoops just below them (she wears nipple rings, I thought to myself), index finger still pointedly in the air.
‘That’s so fucking enormous Paul!’ May exclaimed, as she looked on, my cock fully engorged and thrusting out solidly, hard and thick.
She went on ‘but I haven’t even touched you yet, at least not there …’ nodding towards my pronounced erection.
‘Sit down on the sofa, I need to wash my hands … I haven’t finished yet, so wait there until I’m back.’
She disappeared out of the room, returning a minute later, and reached for the cardboard box on the tray.
‘This is for you’ she said, dropping the box in my naked lap. ‘It’s the first of your punishments, and we need to try it out for size. You can open it.’
I opened up the Amazon package the find a bundle of padding paper, within which was another box. I looked up at May quizzically, and she nodded her response from her armchair. Opening the inner box, I found, nestled within a foam surround, a shiny steel object which looked a bit like a snake’s head, with a steel ring at the larger, open end, and a couple of unusual looking keys.
Again I looked quizzically at May, raising an eyebrow as if to say ‘what the hell is this’.
As if on cue, May said ‘it’s a stainless steel chastity device which you will wear going forwards. The keys will remain in my possession at all times. That erection you currently have will be a thing of the past unless, of course, I allow it!’
I looked at May with disbelief, and said ‘you can’t expect me to wear such a device 24/7!’
‘I’m afraid you have little option, unless of course you’re happy to have a variety of videos distributed on-line?’
My gaze dropped to the steel contraption in its box: I knew I had little choice in the matter.
As if to underline my predicament, May continued with ‘no more masturbating when I’m sunbathing in the garden, no more erections or playing with yourself when you decide to wear feminine undergarments … from now on your cock will remain under lock and key until I decide. Come over here, it’s time to discover if it fits you!’
I walked over to where May was sat and passed her the box containing the chastity device. She removed the steel cage from its foam housing, and used the key to unlock the ring from the base of the body, placing the lock tumbler on the table beside her. My erection had already began to subside, but I was in little doubt that the device wouldn’t fit … it was bursa görükle escort far too small for my size.
‘We’ll need some lube I think’ May said, as if reading my thoughts, and reached for a tube on the side table.
Squirting a dollop in the palm of her hand, she rubbed her hands together and applied the slippery liquid around my shaven balls and shaft, my skin glistening in the sunshine streaming through her front window. Needless to say, my cock immediately reacted, and thickened and hardened to a full-blown erection … and looking down, I couldn’t see how there was any way May would ever be able to fit the steel cage.
I think she also realised this would be an impossible challenge, as she murmured, almost to herself ‘I didn’t realise you were so big, this won’t work unless your penis is soft …’.
With a sigh of exasperation, May leant forwards in her chair and started masturbating my thick shaft, jerking her clenched fingers up and down my glistening skin. I started to moan as I felt myself build to a rapid crescendo, and it only took moments before she had me on the verge of orgasm.
‘I’m coming’ I panted, as her hand continued its rapid movement, jerking up and down, up and down, and May leant forwards a little more, opening her mouth and wrapping her lips around my engorged helmet just as I was about to ejaculate: my cock and balls jerked and twitched, and I spurted huge quantities of cum deep into her mouth, egged on by seeing her lips stretched wide around my bulbous head.
I gasped and moaned as she sucked every last drop of cream from my aching balls, my hands fastening on her head to stop her from bobbing her mouth over my oh so sensitive glands … I was close to collapse, my legs trembling and shaking with the force of the orgasm. I stood there, legs slightly apart, panting heavily as she extracted the final vestiges of semen, gently sucking me all the while.
I slipped my dwindling and exceptionally sensitive cock from her lips as May gulped down the remnants of my sperm, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and with a mischievous smile on her lips.
‘God, that was a huge load, Paul …’ she said, sitting back in her seat. ‘And your cock is so fucking enormous, I could barely get my lips round it!’
‘Shit, May … I mean, Ma’am… that was amazing’ I panted in response, gathering my composure as my penis returned gradually to its somewhat more normal dimensions.
‘We’ll I’m glad you enjoyed’ May replied, reaching for the base ring and threading my testicles through its aperture, before pushing my limpish shaft through the opening, ‘as it’s probably the last time you’ll orgasm like that for some time.’
She pulled everything through, pushing the steel ring tightly against my hairless pelvis, and then slipped the cold steel cage over my once again thickening shaft, lining it up to join with the base ring, and inserting the lock tumbler in place, twisting it and removing the key.
I looked with dismay at the steel contraption now firmly encasing my swelling shaft, my balls protruding to either side and below, trapped firmly between the cage and retaining ring: I gave the metal enclosure a tug, but there was little evidence of any movement, just the constant pressure around my straining cock as it fought for space within the tight confines of the cage.
‘It’s useless to try’ May said with a smile, peering up at me over the top of her glasses, clearly enjoying my discomfort and frustration.
‘This won’t interfere with your normal bodily functions, but you certainly won’t be getting any erections again soon, much less any masturbation. And you will be reminded of me any time you DO get any slight arousal, which I do find so very appealing!’
‘So how long am I supposed to remain in this contraption Ma’am?’ I queried, fervently hoping she might release me before she sent me home.
‘That depends …’ she said, leaving the question unanswered.
‘On what?’ was my retort.
‘I told you the other day that you no longer have any right to question me … did you not understand?’ she said, flicking the end of the steel cage with her fingernail.
‘Sorry Ma’am’ I replied, ‘it’s just that it feels a little cramped and uncomfortable down there.’
‘I’m sure you’ll be given every opportunity to get used to it … now, you can get your clothes back on, finish your coffee, and we’ll pick up same time tomorrow.’
I could see I was being dismissed, and at the same time realised that I was going to have to endure this locked contraption for at least the next 24 hours. I turned away, picked up my clothes, and dressed quickly before downing my coffee, which was now lukewarm.
Turning towards her again, I said ‘is that all Ma’am?’.
‘Yes, let yourself out …’ she said, with a wave of her hand.
I went home, conscious of the heavy steel cage tugging constantly between my legs, continually gripping hard against my bulging cock, leaving my balls uncomfortably swollen below.
I found working difficult that day: the steel chastity device was a never ending distraction, my balls ached incessantly, and my thoughts were continually drifting to May wanking and sucking me off. The day seemed to pass interminably slowly.
Allowing myself a break over lunch, I tried to see if there was any escape from the solid steel enclosure May had fitted … I pulled and pushed, twisted and turned, but there was no way this was going to come off other than through having my balls severed! As May had stated, it was useless to try, but other than forcing me to sit to urinate, and providing a constant discomfort, as well as a reminder May was very much in control, an element of me managed to gain a degree of acceptance that I there was little I could do until the following morning.
That evening I undertook some research on-line regarding chastity devices: I was surprised to see so much information available, and clearly there was lots of advice and reviews. I noted that the device that May had me fitted in was one of the most secure and professional available, and now I understood why she needed the circumference measurement, as these cages were supplied with a variety of different sized rings.
At the end my research, I finally accepted that until May unlocked me from this steel enclosure, there was little I could do … I would just have to acknowledge and endure that she was very much in control of any sexual urges I might have.
That night was exceptionally disturbed.
I went to bed, trying desperately to ignore the constant grip of steel around my throbbing organ, and struggled to find a comfortable position: which ever way I lay, my caged cock or my swollen balls seemed to get in the way, but eventually I did fall asleep, only to be woken up a few hours later.
The natural cycle of a nocturnal erection caused unimaginable pain, as the grip of the chastity cage was cruelly intensified, given there was no room for expansion. I moaned, wishing my hard flesh would subside, leaving me with tears of frustration, until finally I was able to fall asleep again, until the process repeated itself as dawn was breaking.
Frustrated and aching, I showered and dressed, my organ throbbing mercilessly throughout: I couldn’t wait to return next door so May could release me from this infernal device.
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