Dorothy was taken aback. “And here I was thinking things were going swimmingly.” She flipped her ponytail off her shoulder.
“They are…but I have a strict policy on first dates.” He said it without saying it. “I’ve had a couple of bad experiences in the past with making things go too quickly on the first date and…I’m trying to be more mature.”
She twisted her lips and nodded once. “Okay. The goddess of wisdom would probably say you’re playing the long game. But I can admire that. Still, it feels wrong to end this with a handshake.” Her smile, even without perfect lipstick, was more intoxicating than the drinks he had consumed.
Before they realized it, they were kissing. Basil pressed her up against the door, feeling her body against his. Her breasts mashed into his chest and she hooked one ankle around his calf. It was much more intimate than either one of them would have guessed. Her mouth was warm and wet; she loved the way he probed his tongue into her.
She especially loved the way she could feel his hard cock even through all the layers of their clothes.
He was the one who drew back first because he literally knew there was no way it could go any further. Sure, he could go down on her and please her in a variety of ways, but eventually he’d have to explain about the cage and that wasn’t a first date conversation.
“Okay, wow. That’s almost enough to tempt me.”
“Almost?” she teased.
Basil closed his eyes and forced himself away from her body. “I have willpower that’s like steel.”
“That’s not the only thing you have like steel,” she said, flicking her eyes down toward his crotch.
If only she knew. Basil walked away regretfully, but confident their second date would end on a different note.
The following day Basil went to Marci’s to get his key back. Being in chastity for over twenty four hours wasn’t a big deal to him at all. In the past when they’d been married, he had gone weeks being caged. It was an endurance test he had loved at the time.
When he knocked on the door, Marci didn’t answer. Liz did. She wrinkled her nose at him. “What do you want?”
“I’m just here to speak with Marci. She has something for me.”
Liz leaned against the doorjamb with no intention of letting him in or going to get Marci. “What could she possibly have for you?”
“It doesn’t involve you, Lez.”
As soon as he had said it, Basil regretted the insult. Liz’s face went from sour to angry in a flash. “You’ve got nothing she wants or needs.” For a short woman she could be extremely loud when she wanted. “Remember she left you for me!”
That wasn’t quiet the case but before the argument could get out of hand, Liz slammed the door shut in his face. If Basil’s cock hadn’t already been tiny and restrained by his cage, it would have shriveled up. He hated that his ex hadn’t just left him, but left him for a woman, Liz. And Liz was exaggerating. Her initial affair was with another woman; Marci just wound up with Liz afterwards.
He took in a deep breath and told himself not to pound on the door and make a scene. She had wound up with the house and he still sort of knew the neighbors. Instead Basil took out his phone and calmly texted Marci.
Before he could finish the message, the door opened back up. It wasn’t Liz.
“You shouldn’t call her Lez,” Marci said.
“I know.”
“It doesn’t help.”
“I know.”
“She told me to punish you.”
Basil lifted an eyebrow. “Oh? And you do everything she says?”
“I’m inclined to do exactly as she asked today. She wanted the punishment to be keeping your key another day.”
Basil said nothing.
“But I wasn’t sure if that was a punishment or not. You might actually enjoy it.”
Basil knew he’d enjoy it more than either Marci or Liz realized.
“So what are you going to do?” he asked her. His voice was stiff; his cock was not—it couldn’t be stiff until he got the key back.
Her smile was barely perceptible. “I’m going to keep it a day. Come back tomorrow.” She stepped back into the house and closed the door.
While he didn’t drive like a madman, Basil got back to his apartment in record time. He was ashamed and embarrassed at what he knew he was going to do, but he did it anyway. The entire time he was thinking it was only one more day and he could deal with it, but he couldn’t. He knew he couldn’t.
After stripping down, Basil got out the lube and the two vibrators, all the while thanking the machines of industry that ordering such products through Amazon was incredibly easy and private. The cage wasn’t coming off, not easily at least. But there were other ways for a little release. Both vibrators had well-charged batteries and he tried not to think about what he was doing while he was doing it. A generous dollop of lube went onto the top of the smaller vibrator and he applied just as much to his asshole. This was where he tried not to think about what he was doing. It was too personal and too shameful.
The small vibrator easily slipped up into his ass. There was no pain, just the usual hard presence that wasn’t supposed to be there. When he turned on the little device, the thrumming was off-putting for a moment, but then it became an agreeable pulsation. Basil didn’t have to summon up thoughts of unfulfilled fantasies; they were already there. He started to get hard, couldn’t, and the orgasm subsided.
He was expecting that. He was used to that. All of the preparation he had been carefully not thinking about his cock, but now he had to think about it. There was just a little pain—but that was expected and wanted—and while he knew he couldn’t get hard, he knew he could give himself a little relief, just enough to take the edge off.
Since he was lying on his back and had raised his knees to his chest to get the vibrator into his ass, it was easy to slowly move the vibrator in and out of his ass by a few inches to simulate getting fucked. He was just looking for an orgasm. Just a little relief.
It wasn’t enough. It had been so long and he had built up his need that he was certain he could get off this way, but it wasn’t going to happen.
Still keeping his true thoughts at bay, Basil searched blindly for the other vibrator on the bed, found it, switched it on, and pressed it against the hard steel bars of his little cock cage.
The pulse from the second toy were transmitted through the steel bars and then to his fleshy cock. It started to get hard once again. The second set of vibrations set up a sympathetic response with the toy in his ass. It was all too much to fully contemplate. Basil didn’t have to fuck himself with the ass toy now, it was going to happen whether he wanted it to or not.
When he did finally cum, it was painful. It was like the first time he had ever cum when he had rubbed himself over and over until suddenly his cock spit out thick, gluey cum all over his pajamas and sheets. He didn’t really get hard, but the vibrator in his ass pressed just the right way against his prostate and that combined with the one pressed to his chastity cage caused him to cum.
Once again thick, white, gluey cum forced its way out of his limp cock, soiling his cage and spreading slowly over his stomach. It wasn’t fun, but it gave him a tiny margin of relief.
He turned off the vibrators, pulled the one from his ass, and staggered to the bathroom for a shower. Cold water washed away most of the cum and then he carefully directed the showerhead at the cage, taking great care to make sure all the cum was washed away. It took long enough that he was shivering and shaking before it was over. Only then did he switch over to warm water and thoroughly washed himself.
He changed the sheets on his bed, washed his toys in the sink, carefully dried them and put them away, all the while pretending he was doing it for someone else.
No one wanted a man who wanted his cock to be controlled by someone else. No one wanted a man who liked to be fucked in the ass. No one wanted a man who wasn’t in control of himself.
It was just one more day. He’d get the key
back from Marci.
He could have cut the lock off, but that wasn’t the man that he was.
One more day.
Chapter Two
Dorothy turned out to be a terrible flirt and also turned out to be terribly eager to get Basil into bed. She was subtle in her text messages but the intent was obvious.
While Basil was all for revealing kinks, enforced chastity wasn’t something that most women were eager to see in their partner. In terms of how far beyond the pale it was, Basil placed it somewhere between being a foot fetishist and being a furry.
It was with some relief that Basil found his key in an envelope outside the house, the house that he and Marci once lived in. He knew he could have cut off the lock, but that wasn’t the same as being unlocked.
He held the lock for a long time, trying to decide if he should be so bold as to give it to Dorothy if they did wind up back at her place or his place for sex. If nothing else, he’d shock the hell out of her. Or maybe scare her off. Or maybe intrigue her. Or maybe thrill her because he had suddenly put her in the dominant position of their budding relationship.
He decided no, it was not a second-date revelation. They had to have sex first. That was only polite.
As much as he wanted to be bold about it, Basil found that he couldn’t go through with his plan of giving the key to his cage to Dorothy on their second date. It was his intent to do so. He had worn the cage to the date because it gave him the confidence that he needed, but when she reached across the table and touched his hand, he knew that they were going to wind up in bed and to do that to her would be crazy. He didn’t want to spoil it now.
Instead he went to the bathroom and unlocked there, putting the cage in his jacket pocket before returning to the table.
“You were taking so long in there I was sure I was dating a woman,” she laughed at him.
He played along. “No. I can assure you I’m all man. All. Man.”
She gave him the side eye. “Really. There’s only one way to prove that.”
“I can prove it.”
“Here?” she boldly challenged him.
A quick scan of the friendly restaurant they were at led him to an understanding of what she was getting at. “Well…maybe not here. Perhaps some place a little more private.”
“What’s closer? Your place or mine?”
His place was closer. They quickly left and eagerly went to his apartment.
It was almost cliché how they stumbled into his place, kissing and groping and removing each other’s clothing. Basil didn’t even have time to turn on the lights. He could barely tell what she was wearing under her clothes. There was a definite flash of a black lace bra—there was some light leaking in from the windows even with the blinds drawn—but Dorothy was eager to get to his bed and so was he.
She got his shirt off but he felt he was in charge, at least for the moment, and kept on his pants. Somewhere along the way her skirt had fallen to the floor. Basil wasn’t sure if her bra ever came off. He did peel off her panties—black and lace, he was sure of it—and realized they were somewhere halfway between a thong and a bikini. That didn’t matter.
When he plunged his face between her thighs she gasped in delight. She groomed herself of course, but had left behind a nice, narrow strip of pubic hair. In the poor lighting he couldn’t tell exactly what was going on, but that wasn’t important. Dorothy was more than willing to go along with his plan for cunnilingus.
His tongue tasted her tart flavor and delved into the depth of her pussy before licking eagerly along her lips, already well moistened by her desire, and eventually sought out her clit. When he tickled the tiny little organ she gasped and squirmed in delight.
“Too much?” he asked her.
“No. Keep going.” She pushed his face back down to her pussy. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”
If not for his desire to be put in chastity by his wife Basil never would have learned the fine art of cunnilingus. Marci had always given him high marks for pussy eating which was good because his cock was barred from her pussy more than it was allowed in and she had a high sex drive. Marci said that vibrators were wonderful and all, but they didn’t match the satisfaction of a real cock. She also said that she was more than satisfied with cumming just from Basil’s mouth.
Marci said a lot of things.
Basil had learned that Marci was a liar.
He had no idea if Dorothy was the same type of woman as Marci—and Basil hoped to all the power that might be that she wasn’t—but she certainly appreciated a good tongue lashing to her pussy.
Even with his experience at eating out Marci, Basil was surprised at how easily and quickly Dorothy orgasmed just from cunnilingus. There was a minor flood in his mouth and then she was shaking and moaning loudly with satisfaction.
She pushed his face away from her pussy.
“I need a break.”
“Did I hurt you?”
“No…I just haven’t cum that hard in…I don’t know how long. Holy shit. Where did you learn how to eat pussy?”
“You won’t like my answer.”
“Try me.”
Basil hesitated but then gave in. When it came to any sexual situation Basil inevitably found himself submissive to the woman.
“From my ex-wife.”
Dorothy pushed herself up on her elbows and now he saw that she still had her bra on. “I’d like to meet her someday. She taught you right.”
“Hey!” he objected. “Maybe I have some good instincts on my own.”
With a shrug Dorothy tossed aside his concern. “If you say so. I’d still like to meet her because she did something right for you.”
“She is my ex,” Basil reminded her.
“Oh. Right. Sorry. Wrong time and place.” She fingered the connection between her two bra cups. Dorothy’s breasts weren’t that large, they were rather small in fact, but Basil wasn’t focused on a woman’s physical attributes. He was more into how she would treat him. Unexpectedly she popped open the clasp that held the bra closed. “Want to fuck me now?” The removal of her bra didn’t do anything extra for him—he could barely see their outline in the dim light—but he didn’t mind the display.
“Sure!” he replied easily.
His cock was already hard since he had been focusing all his pent-up energy on her pussy because that’s what women liked. Or so he believed.
He crawled up her body and somehow she knew exactly where his manhood was. She grabbed and measured his length.
“Got a condom?” she asked.
Shit. For all his worry, Basil hadn’t planned that far ahead. “Fuck. I fucking forgot.”
“Good thing I didn’t,” she told him. “I prefer to suit up a man anyway. That way I know there’s nothing funny going on.” She hopped off the bed and found her purse that had been dumped unceremoniously on the floor. “Gives me a chance to size him up too.”
With alarming efficiency, Dorothy found a condom packet in her purse, opened it up, rejoined Basil on the bed, and once again grabbed his cock. While she wasn’t exactly gentle with him, neither was she rough. After only a second Basil realized his partner was obviously experienced in this which made him both nervous and excited. Using a practiced hand, she smoothly rolled the latex down the length of his shaft. Instead of then flopping back on the bed and opening her legs, Dorothy instead held his cock, considering and assessing it.
“You’ve got a very nice cock,” she finally said after what seemed like an eternity to Basil. He was used to controlling his cock when told to, but this was excruciating.
“Thank you.”
“I’d even venture to say it’s perfectly sized.” She looked at him with a grin on her face.
“Uh…thank you again?”
“You’re welcome. Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re not too big or too small. Sort of the Goldilocks of cocks, if you will.”
“You’re saying I’m average sized?”
“Yes. Exactly. And that�
��s a good thing. Too small and I’m feeling nothing. Too big and it’s painful. Don’t believe everything you see in porn.” She ran her finger lightly on the underside, feeling the thick bulge of the urethra, which made Basil want to cum right then and there and to hell with actual sex. She looked up at him and caught him looking at her. He was entirely under her control and while Basil didn’t know if she knew that, he was happy to let her have the lead. “Shall we?” she asked as she moved to lie down on the bed.
Basil would have preferred her on top, but missionary was fine as well. He liked the woman superior position for obvious reasons. As they moved into position, she never let go of his cock and took the initiative in guiding it into her pussy.
As he expected, she was hot and wet and welcoming and he slid easily inside her. He let out a stifled moan as he did so. That cause her to giggle a tiny bit and ask, “Is it that good?”
“Yes,” he answered honestly and decided to continue with his honest streak. “It’s been a while since I had sex with anyone.”
“Okay,” she happily agreed. “If you cum too fast, I’ve got more condoms. Can you get it up a second time?”
“Yes, but I won’t cum too fast. I promise.”
One thing that being married and being held in chastity by his wife had trained Basil to do, was to cum on command and only on command when having sex.
The sex was amazing. It wasn’t all that incredible or noteworthy, but Dorothy moved in exactly the way Basil loved; somehow she managed to be in control of both of them while he was on top fucking her. The best part, Basil was thrilled to realize, was that it was exceedingly easy to make Dorothy cum a second time.
“You’re beautiful when you cum,” he gasped at her.
“You like that?” she asked. “You like it when I cum?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Do you want to cum?”
“Uh-huh,” he moaned eagerly.
“Why don’t you then?”
“You need to tell me to cum.”
She snickered at him, trying to see if he was joking. When it seemed like he was serious, she was intrigued. “Okay, go ahead and cum for me then.”
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