She winced. “Yes,” she answered and wiggled her ass a bit. It was bright red and burning. She liked the feeling but she couldn’t wait for his cock and spread open her legs a smidge wider.
His hand went between her legs and a finger went along the length of her wet slit. Rhette moaned softly. His finger continued on up, passing by the entrance to her pussy and lingering at her anus.
“Is that what you want today?” she asked him. Rhette wondered what it would feel like to be fucked in the ass and then have to go teach her afternoon class.
“No,” he said and pulled his finger away, much to Rhette’s disappointment. “But I have a present for you.”
“Please give it to me,” she all but begged.
“And I have a present for your…boyfriend? Is that what you calling him?” Riordan asked.
“Yes. Boyfriend. Jordan.”
There was a long moment of silence as Riordan stepped away and then returned, placing a small open box on the couch in front of Rhette. It contained the steel frame of a cock cage, courtesy of Nick.
“It’s so…small.”
“It will comfortably contain him, unless he is unusually small or large. Is he unusually small or large?”
“No. Jordan is…average.”
She was still looking at the small cock cage but could feel Riordan’s smile. “It will do, I assure you. An average man with an average cock.”
“Thank you,” said Rhette as she reached out for Jordan’s cage.
He slapped her hand away. “Not yet. I still have your present.”
“You do?” She figured the cage for Jordan’s cock was her present as well.
Once again his fingers were between her legs, but they were colder. And then she realized what she was feeling wasn’t a finger, but something else.
“What are you doing?” she demanded, not panicking, but curious.
“Just an anal plug,” he said as he pushed harder. The coldness was the metal of the plug, a plug coated with slick lubricant. It opened up her sphincter and suddenly the weight of the plug was inside her. It wasn’t painful, but it wasn’t something she was accustomed to either. Once the plug was settled into place, it was rather like having a reminder that Riordan was constantly with her.
“Comfortable?” he asked her.
“No, not really.”
“You’ll get used to it. Go teach your class and then go see your boyfriend. Show him my presents.”
“You know I have a class to teach?” she asked.
Riordan helped her to stand upright. The plug stayed in place. “I know everything about you,” he whispered in her ear.
“Would you look at my ass?” Rhette asked Jordan.
“Always,” he said, half serious and half joking.
Rhette shimmied out of her skirt and turned around. They were in the kitchen so she put one hand on the table and used the other to pull down her panties. “Is it still red from when Riordan paddled me?”
There was a pause and then Jordan managed to stammer out, “Y-y-yes.”
“He didn’t fuck me today,” she assured him, “but he did leave me a little present.” Rhette turned her head and shoulders to look at Jordan from the awkward position she had placed herself in. “Do you like it?”
“He put a princess plug in you?” Jordan asked, trying to wrap his head around what Rhette was up to and what she expected out of him.
“Princess plug?” she asked, never having heard the term before. “I like that. Yes. He put it in me after he spanked me this afternoon. And then I went and taught my class with it in me. I was terribly distracted. And then I came home to you and I’m really horny.” She wiggled het butt at him. “Can you help me out with that?”
“Do you…do you want me to take it out of you?” It sounded like Jordan didn’t know what the hell Rhette expected out of him. She liked that.
“No. I want you to fuck me while I have my…princess plug up my ass. I want to see what it feels like to be fucked that way.”
“Oh.”
She turned back around and arched her back a bit more, a silent invitation to use her body. “So get your cock out and fuck me. Or are you soft? Do you need me to suck you a bit first?”
Jordan said nothing. She heard him unzip his pants and pushed them down. A moment later the velvet hardness of his cock head was probing at her pussy’s entrance and he easily slipped inside. She was as wet as she had ever been and he was rigid like a bar of steel.
Rhette gasped as he went all the way inside her with just a few easy strokes. This was different from regular sex. This was different from anal sex. She was incredibly full and while it didn’t hurt, it was like a whole new world of sex had opened up for her. The moan she made as he pulled out almost all the way and shoved his cock back in as hard as he could scared her because it was so licentious and revealing.
“Did I hurt you?” Jordan asked, pausing in his use of her body.
“N-n-no,” she mumbled. “It feels really good.” She could feel his cock pressing against the hard metal of the princess plug and that was almost too much. “Make me cum.”
“I won’t last long,” he promised.
Jordan moved in closer to her body, curling his around hers, letting her support his weight with her forearms on the table and his hand searching under her body for her tits to grasp them and hold on as he fucked her. It was a largely stupid gesture since she still wore her shirt and bra, but that didn’t matter.
They only fucked for a minute. It didn’t take much effort to make Rhette cum. When her pussy clamped down on his cock, he was good for one more pump before spewing his seed into her.
It was later, when they were laying her bed, still both exhausted by their quick, powerful fuck, that Rhette revealed she had a gift for him. When he asked what it was, she silently went to her work bag, took out the box, and opened it in front of him, displaying the steel cage.
Jordan couldn’t talk. He just nodded and indicated to her that he wanted her to put the device on his cock. It took a bit of figuring things out, but the chastity cage wasn’t a puzzle and it was easy enough to slip it around his balls and onto his shaft. The little padlock that came with it was almost ornamental, but once the hasp joined the base with an audible click, their eyes met and they shared a smile.
Despite the situation, Jordan felt his cock starting to swell. He knew that would happen and tried to think of something—anything—else. He could only focus on a practical matter. “Where’s the key? Do you have the key?”
Rhette actually giggled. It was a sound that was almost unnatural for her. “I gave it to Helena. If you want it off, it’ll be a while.”
“Oh. Right.” She gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek, because it seemed appropriate. Even with her still slightly reddened ass, Rhette managed to fall asleep immediately. It took Jordan some time. It was the most restless night of his life.
He realized as he drifted back and forth between consciousness, that with the cage on his cock, he was a slave to Riordan as well.
“Do you like it?” she asked him as he got out of the shower the next morning. It was strange walking around and showering with a cage of metal around his cock. Peeing had been an interesting experience, but once he figured out the process, it wasn’t so difficult.
“I guess.” Jordan was unsure about everything now. It was like Rhette and Riordan now owned his cock. That was a scary and thrilling thought.
Rhette had showered first. She had only progressed in dressing to put on her bra and underwear. The underwear was her now usual G-string that left her cheeks fully exposed. He glanced at the bed to see what she was going to wear for the day. The demure dress laying atop the sheets was a strong contrast to the leather-covered paddle next to it. She saw him staring at the bed and smiled.
“I want you to spank me before I go to work,” she said.
He nodded and mechanically went over to the drawer where he was now storing the few outfits he kept at her place now. “Why?” He pulled o
ut some underwear and clothes, but she stopped him before he could start dressing.
“I want you to spank me while you’re naked?”
Jordan shook his head in confusion. “Why?”
“Because it’s hotter that way.”
“Why do you want me to spank you now?” he asked, gesturing to his caged cock. “It’s not like we can do anything.”
Her smile was so sexy he wanted to melt and get hard at the same time. Both were impossible.
“Because it’s hotter that way,” she explained again and bent over the bed, her ass in the air, the red G-string mostly hidden in the crevice between her buttocks. He picked up the paddle and glanced at the stand next to her bed. The princess plug she had removed the night before was gone. She saw him looking. “It’s here,” she told him as she used one hand to part her buttocks further. Behind the G-string he could see the base of the plug half-hidden by the string of her panties.
The thought of Rhette having a piece of Riordan inside her made Jordan angry. That was enough to get him to paddle her. She appreciated his enthusiasm.
“I’ll get the key from Helena on the way home tonight,” she told him as she pulled her dress over her head. He dropped the paddle on the bed and started getting dressed. “We’ll fuck then.”
“Okay.” His response was mechanical and she noticed it.
“Hey,” she said, touching the edge of his jaw with her fingertips. “This is fine. It’ll take some getting used to, but I love it and you wanted this as well.” Her hand went to his steel-covered cock. “You’ll get to use this again. Tonight. I promise.”
It was the worst day of Jordan’s life. Every time he thought of Rhette, he started getting hard, but couldn’t, and it hurt. Every time he went to the bathroom, he had to sit down and felt humiliated.
At the end of the day, he got a text from Rhette. Change of plans. Meet me at Riordan’s at 6. Sex guaranteed.
When he texted her back, she didn’t reply.
For her part, it was one of the best days of Rhette’s life. She quickly became accustomed to wearing the princess plug; it was a reminder that Riordan owned her. Her ass was sore from Jordan’s paddling so she had trouble sitting down. Her body was desiring sex more than she ever had before. Her plan was to rush over to Helena’s, get Jordan’s key, and fuck him the moment he walked through her door.
All of that was thwarted by a simple text from Riordan.
Come to my house when you’re done with work. I want to fuck you in the ass.
That was it. Short and to the point. Any other day she would have rushed to his place, but she had an obligation to Jordan.
Gritting her teeth, she sent him an apologetic message. I’ll be there as soon as I can. But I left Jordan in chastity all day. I have to get Helena to unlock him.
The wait for his reply was excruciating. You left him locked up all day?
Yes
Was this his first time in a cock cage?
Yes
He replied with a shaking head emoji, which seemed out of character for an older man. Stop at Helena’s, get the key, have him meet you at my place. But I’m caning your ass extra hard because of this.
Thank you. Rhette didn’t want to say anything more.
Helena had rolled her eyes at Rhette when she quickly explained the situation as she picked up Jordan’s key. “You’re a very foolish girl,” Helena admonished her.
“Yeah. I know.”
“There’s a penalty for that,” Helena said. “Lift your dress up.”
Rhette could have protested, but that would have taken more time and pissed off Riordan. And she wanted to get to his place as quickly as possible.
Helena just gave her an open-handed spanking on her bottom. Rhette was thankful it wasn’t more painful and that Helena didn’t use an implement.
“I’m going to tell him you were a bad girl,” Helena told her when she gave Rhette permission to pull her dress back down.
“He already knows.”
“Did he give you that plug in your ass?” Helena’s sharp eyes missed nothing.
“Yes.”
“You are a dirty little girl as well.”
Rhette was rather proud of that fact.
“Where is Jordan?” Riordan asked when she appeared at his front door alone.
“He’ll be here shortly,” she said and hoped that was the truth.
A smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. “For your sake, you’d better hope so.”
Her owner led her through the house to a room she hadn’t seen or been in before. It wasn’t in the basement, but it might as well have been because she felt like she was walking into a smaller version of Nick’s workshop. This was where Riordan stored his sex toys that couldn’t easily fit inside the house. He indicated a spanking bench almost exactly like the one Nick had. She figured that Nick must have built it.
“Take off your dress first,” he said.
She did so and took her position on the bench. He wrapped restraints around her wrists and ankles, holding her in place. The bench forced her ass up and out, but it was well-padded so she didn’t mind.
“You’re wearing the plug.”
“You didn’t tell me to take it out.”
He laughed at her. “So obedient.”
“Thank you.”
Riordan had moved behind her, out of her line of site, and was moving around in what was probably intended as a storage room. She felt the burning sting of the can across her ass before she heard it. Rhette wanted to cry out in pain, but it was so sudden that she couldn’t even gasp.
“Did that hurt?” he asked her, running his fingers along the G-string that cut slightly into her left hip.
“Y-y-yes,” she stammered out.
“Good. It was supposed to.” He pushed aside the thin bit of fabric that had been pressed against her princess plug. “Very pretty. You’ll get one caning every minute that we wait for Jordan,” he said setting down his phone on a small table within Rhette’s sight. He had set a countdown timer. “He is coming, isn’t he?”
Rhette nodded. “Yes. He said he was.”
She watched as the phone counted down to zero and then the can burned across her ass a second time. She whimpered. Her pussy heated up.
“Where is your phone?” Riordan asked.
“In my purse. Out in my car.”
“I suppose I could ask you to go get it…”
“You’ll release me from the bench?” she asked.
“No. Just teasing you. Where’s his key?”
“On my—” The timer buzzed and Riordan didn’t give her a chance to finish her answer before cutting a blazing line on her ass again. She gasped. “On my…on my bracelet,” she managed to finish, shaking her left hand slightly, limited by the restraint, but showing off the small key.
“I hope he loves you,” Riordan said softly.
“Why?” Rhette was confused.
“Because if he doesn’t show up soon, you won’t be able to sit down for a week.”
It was fifteen minutes before Jordan showed up. By that time Rhette was positive her ass was both on fire and bleeding. Riordan assured her neither of those were the case. Her legs were trembling and she was crying, openly sobbing with tears running down her cheeks. When they heard the doorbell ring she hauled in a last gasp of air. It was her relief.
“Let’s hope that’s Jordan and not my Amazon delivery,” said Riordan as he placed the cane down on the table and walked out of the room. She tried to get ahold of herself. As much as she loved being spanked and abused, there was always the pain to work through, and now she had the added wrinkle of being presented to Jordan this way.
She tried to wish away the shame but found herself savoring it.
A few minutes later Riordan reentered with Jordan following behind him…and Sylvia behind Jordan. A surge of embarrassment at her position, state of undress, and overall state went through Rhette.
Looking over her shoulder, Rhette saw that Jordan was plainly sh
ocked at the way she was bound to the spanking bench with her ass turning into a crosshatching of bright red lines over her lilywhite skin. She didn’t voice it, but she liked his reaction.
“I’m almost done with her,” said Riordan, clearly loving every moment of this little play. “As soon as I am, you can have her. She said something about freeing you?”
Jordan said nothing, which was fine with Riordan. He went to Rhette and reached between her buttocks, pulling on the base of her princess plug. It took a firm tug, but it slowly came out, leaving her gaping open a moment and Rhette’s face flushed as deeply red as her face.
“She said I could fuck her ass,” Riordan said conversationally as he picked up a bottle from the table where he had put down the cane. “As soon as I’m done with that, she’s all yours.” He upended the bottle above Rhette’s ass and squired a huge amount of lube onto her crevice and then onto his cock which he had pulled out of his pants. He was erect. Rhette wondered if he was in that turgid state because he had just spanked her or because he was eager to show off in front of his wife and Jordan.
There were no loving preliminaries. Riordan took his cock in hand and pressed it against Rhette’s tightly puckered opening. There wasn’t any resistance. He easily slipped inside.
Rhette moaned in appreciation.
Riordan smiled confidently.
Jordan’s mouth went dry and his cock tried to get hard.
Sylvia sidled up to Jordan and grabbed his neutered cock through his pants. “Want to fuck me when they’re done?”
Jordan didn’t answer; he just watched.
They didn’t fuck very long. Riordan was pleased at being able to show off. He fucked her ass for a minute at most before pulling out, pumping his cock twice, and shooting his load all over her ass and lower back.
The group watched this in silence. After Riordan tucked himself away, he reached around Rhette’s body and plucked the tiny key from the bracelet on her left wrist. He handed it to his wife. “If you’d do the honors, my dear?”
Sylvia knelt before Jordan and started opening up his pants. He almost stopped her, but realized there was little point to it. Everyone already knew about him. When she got out his caged cock, she smiled up at him, but spoke to her husband and Rhette. “He’s trying to get hard. It must hurt.”
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