“It’s surgical steel,” said Dorothy as she made Basil parade back and forth in the bedroom in front of him. “You won’t be able to cut it off without cutting off your pretty little cock. That’s also why it’s so light.”
“I can barely feel the weight,” he commented.
“That’s the idea. Do you like it?”
“Yeah. Very comfortable. The vent holes are kind of small though.”
“Those aren’t vent holes,” she said. “Those are screw holes for punishment pegs.”
“Punishment pegs?”
Dorothy opened a second box with the logo of the company that had made the new chastity cage. Inside was a set of eight screws with different ends, some sharp and pointed, some with ridged ends. They all looked uncomfortable. The box also held a small screwdriver. The end was specially shaped to fit into the ends of the screws, the punishment pegs that Dorothy had purchased for either her own amusement or for Basil’s punishment.
“See how they fit into the holes?” Dorothy asked, gesturing for Basil to come over. She held his properly chastised cock in one hand and a screw in the other. It was easy to start threading it into the hole. The steel tube wasn’t tight; Basil had some wiggle room inside it so putting one or even a whole set into the holes wasn’t painful, but he could feel them. The sharp points were right there. If he started to get hard, eventually the steel tube would stop him from getting fully hard, but not before the screws cut into his flesh.
“Uh-huh,” he said warily. He was used to Dorothy manipulating his cock. He was used to the occasional stabs of pain from trying to get hard when he shouldn’t.
After putting all eight screws into the holes on the shaft, Dorothy then took the screwdriver and proceeded to make sure they were all secured firmly in place. There would be no easy way for Basil to remove the screws. It was likely he wouldn’t be able to remove them at all without the special screwdriver. The eight screws were placed along the side and underside of his shaft, where it was more sensitive. With a quick count Basil saw there were eight more holes she could have placed them in, or there were eight more holes she could use if she bought another set of punishment pegs.
“Don’t get hard,” she warned him.
“I don’t want to,” he said earnestly.
He had been standing in front of her while she played with the cock cage. Now Dorothy stood up from the bed, reached up under her skirt, and pulled down her panties. They weren’t anything special, just some cotton and lace, but they were strong with her scent. She held them under Basil’s nose. “Can you tell how turned on I am?” she asked.
“Yes.” Basil’s voice shook.
Reaching up and resting her hands on his shoulders, she gently pushed him down to his knees in front of her. It was a common position for him to be in. “Put your fingers in my pussy.”
Her stance was wide enough that Basil could put one hand up her skirt and between her legs. The first thing he discovered was that her inner thighs were damp with her juices. When he reached her sex, her labia was swollen and slick with anticipation. It was easy to slide his finger up inside her pussy. Inside she was hot and even wetter than on the outside.
Though she liked to remain in control, to assert her dominance over Basil, a moan still escaped her lips. “You know what I want,” she breathed.
“I know.”
“No, no you don’t. You don’t know what I want or need,” she reprimanded him.
“I’m sorry,” he quickly apologized.
Dorothy found that at that moment she wanted to slap him across the face, just because she could and just because she knew he would thank her for it. A slap was just good discipline, but she restrained herself. Basil’s chastity wasn’t to abuse him, but to bring out his sexuality and his submissiveness. It was her job to dominate him and take pleasure in his service.
With a push on his forearm, she made him withdraw his hand. She then dropped her skirt to the floor, pulled off her shirt and removed her bra. It had become her custom to have some clothing on the rare occasions she had actual sex with Basil. Even when they played, she kept some of her clothes on, usually a shirt or bra to cover her nipple piercing because somehow that made her equivalent to him. She wasn’t. She was better.
Once she was naked, she laid down on the bed and opened up her legs. Basil started to move forward, trying to place his face between her thighs, but she stopped him. “No. Make me cum with your hand only. I want to squirt. You make me squirt and you might get a treat. No squirt, no treat.”
“You don’t want oral.”
“Fingers only. No mouth. No toys. Get to work.”
Basil was only too happy to do as she ordered. This was what he was born for. Pussy eating was his forte and he wished he could to it for Dorothy every day but that, unfortunately, wasn’t possible.
He started slow because there was no reason to attack her genitals like he had something to prove. He didn’t have anything to prove because he knew his exact place in the universe: between his lover’s legs. There were so many ways to make a woman cum and he wanted to try out every one of them on Dorothy. After licking the length of her slit and sucking on her swollen labia, he moved up to her clit to lick and suck the tiny and exquisite organ. He would have liked to have slipped a couple of fingers into her sex, gently searching out her hidden spot while pressing a third finger against her tightly puckered anus, not penetrating, but just putting pressure there to let her know what was available.
But that wasn’t possible right now. He was forbidden to use his hands so he wrapped his arms around her thighs and focused on what he knew she loved.
It seemed to take forever to get her to where he wanted her to be. There were all the usual moans and groans issued from her lips, but it seemed like nothing was happening. Maybe it was because he wasn’t throwing himself fully into the activity. Every so often he found his thoughts drifting down to her cock, happily encased in its new cage. The threat the punishment pegs offered was enough to distract him. He could just barely feel the sharp edges of the screws touching his skin. Since he was still flaccid, there was no real threat, but he wondered what it would feel like to try to get hard while the pegs were in place. Would the pain be terrible or would it feel like a wonderful spike of pleasure.
Abruptly his face was yanked up from her pussy. Dorothy’s finger were in his hair and they locked eyes. “You aren’t focusing,” she told him.
“I’m sorry. The new cage…”
“Don’t be such a baby. Do what you have to do.” She pressed his face back into her pussy.
Basil resumed his work, but this time he fully focused on her. What did it matter that he was in a new cage? The pain didn’t matter. The damage it did to him would be damage he deserved. It seemed to take forever to bring Dorothy to where she deserved to be. Basil’s jaw and tongue were exhausted by the time her legs started quivering uncontrollably but he was, sadly, not afforded a pleasant squirt of girlcum. It was just an ordinary orgasm from Dorothy.
“That was nice,” she told him, “but I’ve had better.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” Basil hung his head.
Rolling to her side, Dorothy found the small screwdriver for the punishment pegs. “Come here,” she said, holding her hand out expectantly. It was his job to place his cock in her waiting hand, not for her to reach out and do it. When he was in position, she started removing the pegs. He wasn’t fully erect. That was impossible inside the cage, but he was big enough to feel the painful bite of the pegs.
Dorothy removed four of the pegs and placed them in the box. He didn’t understand why she dropped the screwdriver in with them as well; there were four more pegs to be removed.
“You haven’t finished,” he pointed out.
“I have,” she said. “You’re going to wear those all night. It’s your punishment. Your cunnilingus wasn’t up to par tonight.”
The way she had learned the right amount of cruelty astounded Basil. It was exactly what he wanted from her.
It turned out to be the most painful night of his life. It was exactly what he wanted.
Chapter Eleven
“What do you mean you have a date?” Basil couldn’t understand what was happening.
“It’s just a date,” she told him. “For sex.” She glanced down at Basil’s pants. His cage wasn’t visible through them because it was carefully designed to give a normal appearance, but he was still wearing it. She had been kind enough to remove the remaining four punishment pegs that morning, but he had been hoping that maybe she’d release him that evening.
That wasn’t going to happen, he knew that.
“But…why are you going on a date?” It wasn’t exactly a whine, but it was closer than he wanted it to be. He needed to be a man, a man who could take any punishment and was strong enough to be controlled by a woman.
“Relax honey, I’m not leaving you. It’s just for sex.” She paused and let that settle in. “Because you can’t have sex with me right now.”
Pointing out that he could if she would take off the cage was pointless. She’d just make him wait longer. “Why didn’t we talk about this first?” he asked. It was a lame attempt to control the inevitable and they both knew it.
“We did talk about it, remember? You told me it would be incredibly hot if I fucked other men—like I did with Rich—and so I’m making that little fantasy come true for you.”
“Are you…are you really going to do it?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
“It’s my intention to,” she said while picking up her purse. She was dressed nicely, not like a slut but like someone going out on an innocent date. But it wasn’t an innocent date. Nothing was innocent with Dorothy, Basil knew that. Her skirt was tight, but not obscenely tight. Her blouse showed off a little cleavage, but nothing that was scandalous. Her makeup was appropriate and highlighted her cheekbones and brilliant green eyes. As much as he wanted to know, Basil didn’t dare ask what she was wearing underneath her clothes. He’d find that out soon enough. Or not. It was all up to Dorothy, after all. She was in charge.
“Where’s my…where’s my key?” he asked boldly.
In response to this question, Dorothy rolled her eyes, plunged her hand into her purse, and pulled out her key right. It was right there, on the ring with the ones to her apartment, his apartment, her car, and those for work. It looked innocuous. “And don’t get any ideas. I’m not wearing it on a stupid chain around my neck. So tacky.” She started putting on her shoes. The heels were only an inch and a half. Just enough to look good but not slutty.
More than anything he wanted to beg her not to go, but he didn’t because more than that, he wanted to see her come back to his place. “What should…what should I do while you’re out.”
“Whatever you want,” she said with a sincere smile. “You always come home with a pile of work from the office. I’d say do that, or watch TV or read a book. I don’t know. I’m not running your life.” She blew him a kiss and walked out the door. The fact that she used his place to get ready should have upset him, but it didn’t.
When she was gone, Basil slowly sank to his knees and let out a long breath. His chastity cage was keeping his cock under control, but it was trying to get hard and that hurt. It was a good hurt, but it still hurt.
It might be that Dorothy wasn’t running his life, but she was running his sex life.
It was hours later when she returned. Basil had managed to focus on his work and had gotten through a surprising amount of back reports. It had been good for him because it was the only way he was able to survive the night without constantly thinking about what she was doing.
When the door opened his heart leaped and he practically ran to the door to greet her, but when he started moving he realized that was overly needy and he took his time. That was easy because his cock tried to get hard again upon hearing her return. On the way to the apartment entrance he glanced at the clock and saw it was barely eight thirty. Seeing her, Basil recognized the annoyed look on her face.
That should have been bad, but a moment later he realized it wasn’t. Or maybe it was. He couldn’t decide. Her makeup was still in place and looked perfect. Her hair, which she always kept in a simple, easy to maintain style, showed no evidence of being in a bed or near a pillow.
Not wanting to upset her, Basil didn’t know what to say as she put down her purse and shrugged out of her jacket. “How did it go?” he blurted out.
Her face soured, not that she was apple pie and sweetness. “Horrible.”
“Oh.” He cleared his throat. “What…what happened.”
“He was a stupid fuckboy who only wanted to have sex with me,” she fumed.
That statement brought Basil up short. “I thought…I thought that’s what you wanted.”
“It was, but not with a liar. The picture he has on his profile? At least five years and forty pounds ago. Didn’t dress up at all, torn jeans and a dirty t-shirt. The restaurant was nothing fancy, we were just meeting up there, but I was pretty sure the smell was coming from him. And take off your fucking baseball cap. It was like I was dating Brad from college. Bad Brad from college.”
“I’m sorry it didn’t go better,” Basil said as sincerely as he could.
“You aren’t sorry,” she told him. “And I wanted to get laid. I guess I’ll have to do what’s second best.”
Basil was fine with being second best, though the thoughts of her coming home with a pussy full of another man’s cum made his cock twitch inside his cage.
“What would you like—”
Before he could finish his sentence, Dorothy told him what to do. “Get your clothes off, get in the bedroom, and get the toybox out. I’ll be there in a minute.”
Rushing to do what she wanted, Basil was ready on the bed when she walked in a minute later. Her blouse and skirt were gone, but her heels were still on. Besides that she had gone all out for her stupid fuckboy. Garter belt, stockings, a new bra that seemed to enhance her tits, and a pair of panties that would be generous to call a thong. He noted the thong was worn over her garters; she had definitely planned on getting laid.
Out of the toybox she pulled out a harness and a long, curved dildo. Basil knew exactly what she had planned for them. “Get on your hands and knees. Get the lube. You’re going to want it.”
As fierce as she sounded and as angry as she was, Dorothy’s aggression was somewhat overstated. While she put on the harness, Basil applied more lube to his ass than was truly needed. Once the harness was in place, Dorothy inserted one end of the dildo into her pussy and then through the harness. They had used it a few times before and Basil knew she liked it because she got enjoyed out of fucking him with it because it was designed with the woman in mind.
Kneeling behind him, set slicked up her fake cock, pressed it against his tight pucker and pressed forward. It went in surprisingly easy.
“You like that?” she asked him.
“Y-y-yes,” he stuttered out.
“I bet you do. Useless cock so you have to take it up the ass like a stupid girl who doesn’t know what her cunt is for.” Dorothy grabbed his hips and started fucking him like a man. The steady pumping action make her ass shake in a way that was more pleasurable than she would ever admit to anyone. The dildo rocked back and forth pleasantly inside her and ground against her clit. It wasn’t like getting fucked by a cock, but it was close enough.
She took no notice if Basil was getting anything out of the severe pounding she was giving him. The noises he was making could have been from pleasure or from pain. While she would have claimed she didn’t care which, it wasn’t the truth. More than anything she just wanted to get off. Having Basil for a partner was wonderful because he was king, loving, and caring, but he didn’t give her all the cock she needed. When it was there, it was truly world-altering. When he just wanted to be locked up and humiliated, it would grate on her more than she wanted to admit.
There had been three time when she had pegged him, sto
pped halfway through to take off his cage, and then finish because she wanted him to have a full erection when he came. He said the orgasm from getting pounded in the ass was different than from any other way. Nothing touched his cock and still he came because his prostate was gathering up all the sexual energy they were generating.
She didn’t take his cage off this time. She wanted him to have the cruelty of an orgasm that gave no real pleasure. Ejaculation without erection. He said he didn’t like it. She didn’t care.
As was right considering the circumstances, Dorothy came first. She came harder than she expected and had to stop thrusting into him and needed to rest her weight on his body to recover from the toil. Basil locked his elbows and tensed his legs, letting her do with him as she pleased, letting her gather her strength.
“I came,” she said, her cheek against his back.
“I know.”
“You didn’t.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“I want to make you cum.” She pushed up off his body and started rocking her hips again.
“Are you going to…”
“Take off your cage,” she laughed and reached around his body to grasp the steel enclosure that emasculated him. “No. You need to cum this way.” She could feel the tenseness of his flesh outside the cage, the heat and the stiffness that surrounded him.
Basil said nothing. She had decided and he went along with her plan. He had no other options.
Cumming inside a chastity cage was more punishment than pleasure. A full erection was impossible. He was barely able to achieve any reasonable firmness. His body responded in a way that was devoid of any enjoyment. Worse was the unexpected pain as his cock pumped out what little cum he was able to generate. The pain was mostly from the thick liquid being forced by the metal ring that pierced his cock and held the cage in place.
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