Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Steel World, Part 2

This story was inspired by YOUR blog comments on previous posts, wanting a femdom tale with loving wives, and one with chastity belts.

Read the first "Steel World" chapter to know what's going on, and keep those comments coming if you want to see your ideas in story form.


"Gold or silver, gold or silver... it's so hard to choose what to wear on a night like this," Clara giggled, switching between two necklaces in front of the mirror and her husband. "You men are lucky you don't have to decide such things. You all get to wear the same jewelry every single day!"

Standing behind her, Ted blushed, nude except for his State-mandated steel chastity belt. "Clara! Please! Can't I get dressed now?!"

"Not just yet dear, I still need your opinion on a few more things," she chuckled, switching necklaces again. She turned to check out her reflection from different angles. "You really think this dress looks okay on me?"

Ted swallowed. The tight black number hugged her ass like a second skin, exposed all of her sexy back and the top half of her firm cleavage- just glancing at it made his cage tighten! "Yes."

"How about the stockings? These are the extra silky ones we bought in Paris. Not too old-fashioned looking?"

He grunted, pulling down on his belt. "No. They're good."

Clara smiled and leaned forward to touch up her lipstick as she talked. "And the five inch stilettos? I know you always say they're too suggestive to wear in public, but I figured, special occasion, right?"

Clara knew he had a foot fetish and that he loved those heels, why was she asking! Ted couldn't even look! "They're fine!"

"Fine!" she cried, turning to face him with hands on her hips. "Fine!"

"No!" he gulped. "They look great!"

"Ted Roberts! You're not even looking!  I don't sweat buckets at the gym every day for fine!"

"Your legs look fucking amazing in those shoes!" he cried, opening his eyes and pulling on his belt to get even a little relief from the pressure. "God, Clara, can I stop!? It hurts!"

"Of course dear, I'm not trying to torture you," she giggled, letting him turn away. "I just wanted your honest opinion, that's all." She smiled as he groaned behind her, holding his swollen balls. "So you really think I look sexy?"

"Of course!"

"Even sexier than when we got married?"

He didn't have to think for a second. "Yes! I hadn't been locked away thirty days without cumming then!"

Clara turned, strutting over to him with a new-found confidence. Ted gulped- she looked as good as any Hollywood star dressed up for the red carpet!

"You know the Universal Locking Law is the best thing that ever happened to our marriage, don't you dear?" she giggled, inches from him. She pushed his resisting hands away from his crotch and massaged around the belt to soothe the ache. "How many husbands find their wives more desirable after fifteen years of marriage than after one?"

Ted groaned as her fingers made one ache lessen, while making another one grow. "Lucky ones?"

She looked into his eyes as she knelt before him. "Damn right."

And then his balls were in her mouth.

"Ahhhh! FUCK!" he cried as her tongue lathered his shaved, swollen blue balls with attention. "Clara! Oh god!"

She redoubled her assault, her hot mouth taking all of his cage she could, her nimble tongue trying to push between the bars to meet the surging cock trying to explode out and reach her.

"I love you like this," she growled between sucks. "I love feeling your huge cock fighting to get out of its tiny cage-"

"Oh fuck-"

"I love how much how it much makes you need me," she panted, her tongue trying to snake around his steel ring- "And most of all, I love how much it makes you desperate to throw me down and fuck me!"

"Then let me out!" he screamed as his wife licked and sucked all around his throbbing cage.

And then her mouth was gone.

"You know I can't," Clara giggled, standing up and straightening her dress, what little of it there was. "You know, I think I'll go with the silver tonight, to match that little number you're wearing." She winked at her husband, who was red faced and trying to catch his breath on the bed. "After all, it's not every day we go on a double date with your new keyholding mistress."


"I really wish you hadn't given Kate my key!" Ted groaned for the hundredth time as he parked their car in front of Kate and Frank's mansion. "It's not right for her to have it!"

"It's just a little fun between girlfriends," Clara giggled. "She's my best friend, and now you two will be so much closer! And I've got Frank's only key too, so it's balanced."

"How is that balanced?" he demanded, opening his door. "Neither of you have any incentive to unlock your friend's husband, ever!"

"We'll see tonight, won't we dear?" Clara laughed, just waiting in her seat. Ted got the message and hurried around to open her car door for her. "God, that cage is magical," she chuckled, and let him catch a glimpse of her panties as she stepped out of the low sports car.

"I hate it when you do that," he grunted, discretely adjusting his chastity belt through his suit pants.

"You love it when I do that," she giggled back, taking his arm as he led her to the front door. "Hmmm. I wonder if Frank will love it too?"

Ted stopped in his tracks, stopping her as well. "Clara! You can't let him!"

"What?" she grinned. "Open doors for me?"

"Let him- " Ted looked around, then whispered, "-see your panties!"

"Oh? You're putting restrictions on me now?" Clara laughed, fingering the key hanging on the silver necklace above her cleavage. "Should I put restrictions on what Kate can do for you? She's not going to be a very fun keyholder if you two just sit around discussing the weather each week."

He was at a loss. "But... I don't want Frank and you...to..."

"Looks like someone's got a hard decision to make," Clara giggled, pulling her husband towards the house again.

The man that answered the door was ten years older than Ted, taller but with less muscles even though he stayed trim. And he had a debonair, almost James Bond-air sometimes.

"Hello my dear Clara," Frank said. "You are looking absolutely ravishing tonight. Those dress and heels look decended from Versace himself, although you wear them better than his models ever did."

"Oh! Thank you for the compliment!" Clara giggled, extending a hand for him to kiss and rub with his thumb. She turned a raised eyebrow to her husband. "Given without prompting, I might add."

"Hey-" Ted started, but Frank pulled her inside like a prince leading Cinderella to the ball.

Ted fumed as he watched his competition show his wife around. Frank had a hand on the small of her back- the naked small of her back- but it was done so naturally that Ted couldn't object without looking like an ass!

Wait until I get my shot at your wife, Ted thought. I've wanted to lick between her golden thighs forever and she'll never see you the same after that! Ted adjusted his belt again as he imagined tasting a new woman. He had never gone down on a woman before his marriage, but Clara had certainly turned that around! Especially after the Universal Locking Law! No one's as good as me down there- Kate will be writhing to let me out!

The woman in question descended down the stairs a minute later, while Frank was making Clara a stiff drink. Ted grinned and licked his lips.

Kate was a few years younger than even Clara. Before the ULL, the well-built blonde would have been called a trophy wife. But with all men in belts, the members of their country club had given her a new name: the Head Cocktease.

She would giggle and flirt with most men, but her tennis skirts seemed to be extra short on days when Ted would meet the girls for a game. She flashed him her panties every time she picked up a ball, and Clara had stopped inviting Kate to their golf foursomes because of how poor Ted's score was getting.

And today was no different: her light blue, nearly-transparent dress flowed like a cloud around her body and the leg slits showed her off from ankle to hip bone as she regally walked down the stairs, forcing both Ted and Frank's eyes to check for any evidence of panties.

There were none.

"Ted," she purred, extending a hand for him to kiss. "Thank you for coming. I've looked forward to this day ever since Clara handed over the key to your cock."

Ted froze mid-kiss. He hadn't expected her to get right to it! "I, uh.. me too!"

Clara cried out behind him, her spiked drink half empty already. "Really!"

"No, I just meant that-"

"I know what you meant," she said, then drained her glass. "Another for the road, Frank."

"Gladly," the man purred, mixing the liquor heavy.

"Hey!" Ted protested. "Honey, you told me it was okay to look! You said she loved teasing me extra hard!"

"Oh, is that what Clara told you?" Kate laughed, pulling on a stole. She smiled and tossed her hair at the other man. "Ted honey, I haven't even started teasing you yet!"

Ted gulped, trapped between the two women in his life. "No, I meant-"

The patio door flew open and a teenager ran inside. She was nude and dripping wet head to toe, with curly blond hair like Kate's on her head, but absolutely none on her bald pussy, where Ted's eyes immediately went before he forced his gaze away.

"Mom! Leave already! My boyfriends will be over any minute!"

Kate laughed and turned Ted so that he had to look directly at the nude, wet young woman impatiently tapping her bare foot as she dripped onto the hardwood. "Ted, may I present my daughter, Angela? You haven't seen her in a few years, I think."

Ted swallowed, trying not to look at the eighteen-year-old's gravity-defying tits, or her smooth pussy lips, or her feet, or anywhere! "Hello," he croaked.

"Hey Mr. Roberts, hey Aunt Clara," the girl said quickly, then turned back to her mother. Ted looked in the hallway mirror to see the globes of her perfectly pert teenage ass. "Mom! Get out of here! You're going to embarass me when the boys come over!"

"I suppose we should get going," Kate laughed, picking up her purse. "Angela's hosting a boy-girl swim party tonight and I guess us stuffy old people would cramp her style."

"Finally! Gawd!" the girl cried as the couples went out the front door. Ted heard her bare feet running towards the backyard then a big splash as she dove into the pool. And then the laughter of multiple teenage girls.

"Shouldn't she need a swim suit for a co-ed swim party?" Clara giggled, needing to pull Ted's arm to make him match her pace out the door.

Kate laughed as Frank led the group towards their touring car. "Oh, I've talked to all the boys' mothers and made sure all their keys will safely stay at home! That's the rule the girls and I have, and lets them feel a little more... free with their attire?" She turned to her husband. "Angela turned eighteen the same day the Locking Law passed, and she's hardly worn a bathing suit at home since then, hasn't she dear?"

For the first time, Frank's stiff upper lip broke, just a little. "I don't believe so. No."

"Oh well, girls will be girls!" Kate giggled as Frank opened the back door for her. And before Ted could get to it, Frank opened the passenger door for Clara as well!  The bastard!

"Thank you," Clara said. "And boys still come to those parties? Even knowing how tight their belts will get?"

Kate relaxed, slowly crossing her long legs in front of Ted so that her dress showed most of them. "You've seen her, Ted. Wouldn't you?"

Frank closed her door and Ted scrambled into the last place, in the rear seat. His wife was staring at him from the front, Kate smirking at him from the side! Ted gulped, caught between two women in his life! "No!"

Kate laughed and stroked the key hanging between her breasts, Ted's key. "Liar." She snapped her fingers at her husband. "Now, Driver! Let's go! I'm famished!" Then she hooked Ted's trembling arm and laughed. "And not just for food."