(This is part 3 of a 4 part story in my "Steel World" universe. Students of my "Better Femdom Writing" series will notice the principles of Hot Dialog and Gut Punches at work here, and this is required reading for Lessons 5 and 6.)
“Release day, Mister Lewen! And it's the first one where you actually have a chance to spurt!” Lori laughed, checking that his wrists and ankles were secured to the bed. “That's if your wife says it's okay for me to help, of course. Aren't you excited?”
The nude man blushed. Ten days into his wife's vacation, his teenage cocksitter had already seen his cock strain in his tiny chastity cage for her a dozen times. But every time she giggled at it, he felt like a little kid instead of a major local bank's executive vice president. He brought home six figures for god's sake!
He gulped. “What.. what if she says no?”
“Well, then we'll just have a normal, relaxing Saturday at home won't we?”
Today the teen was dressed in a short, light sundress that hinted that she wore absolutely nothing underneath it. To see her bare, tanned limbs flashing around his house for the rest of the day, without cumming this morning would be anything but relaxing...
“Lori, please! It's been too long already! I'll never survive if Martha says no!”
“That's what my brother always says on his release days,” Lori giggled, settling between his spread legs to bring the key around her neck into his cage. “He swears that, if he doesn't cum this time, his balls will really explode!” She bent low to turn the key and Robert almost died, watching her pert, free breasts swing under her light dress. “I'm supposed to let him have a quick wank once a week,” she giggled, “but it's been three straight months without orgasm and he hasn't exploded yet! So I'm sure you can go one silly week more. Here we are.”
His tight steel cock cage finally came off and Robert erected for her immediately, like he always did.
“Oh god, thank you! Please, call Martha! Hurry!”
Lori frowned at his crotch. “Let me trim down all this hair first. I noticed it getting a little unruly last time I let you out for a bedtime story.”
“I really don't think we need to do that. I'm fine with my pubic hair the way it-”
But she had already left the room.
Robert groaned, his steel hard dick painful, but he was unable to do anything about it! A minute later she returned, with a pink razor, a steaming bowl of water, shaving cream and a large and small towel.
“Lori, really, you don't have to shave me!”
“I don't have to,” she giggled, sitting cross-legged between his stretched, spread legs. “But it will make getting your cage on and off so much easier. And you'll look so sleek and innocent, when you're as bare as a baby down there- you'll see!”
“Totally bare?!” Robert moaned, both from the humiliation and the feeling of her deft hand lathering him. “But you let Derrick keep hair around his crotch!”
“I knew I shouldn't have let you watch me blow him yesterday,” Lori sighed, starting on the edges of his bush with the razor. “And besides, a close, trimmed scruff around a thick cock and balls looks manly and commanding. That's not really the vibe you're working with, is it?”
She giggled as she took off another swath of hair and Robert's face got red with shame.
He moaned in pleasure as her smooth hands pulled his cock one way and then the other, slick with shaving cream. It felt so good, like a slippery handjob-
“Oh my god, don't spurt while I'm shaving you!” she laughed, letting go of his cock as it twitched dangerously. “Are you, like, a premature ejaculator too?”
“No!” But after thirteen days in the cage, Robert knew the answer was otherwise!
Lori giggled and gently regripped his shaft again. “You better not! If you surprise me by squirting, Mr. L, I'm just going to let go and ruin it for you, just so you know. And I'll tell your wife.”
Face red, Robert closed his eyes and used all his will not to cum as the girl continued her work. He took many deep breaths, and tried very, very hard to not think about her bare legs and how the short dress kept riding up as she knelt on the bed. After an eternity, he felt her wiping down his crotch with a warm towel.
“There we go, all done! A dick as clean as a choir boy’s,” she giggled, wiping his cock clean. “And just about as long.”
He opened his eyes and saw his crotch had been shaved completely bald. He looked so silly!
“Okay, you've had your fun! Now please...Lori... call Martha?”
“Okay, okay, sheesh, you're so impatient!” She opened her cell phone and put it on his chest on speaker, and then dialed a number as she continued wiping the last of the shaving foam from him.
Martha's phone rung once. Then twice. Then a third time.
Robert started sweating. Oh hell, what if she didn't answer? What if she was hung over, and couldn't hear her pho-
“Hello?” a sleepy voice answered. “Who is it?”
Robert almost cried out in joy. But before he could speak, Lori squeezed his balls hard and made the 'shush' gesture. Robert froze, his mouth open!
“Just me, Mrs. Lewen,” Lori answered, still holding his balls tight in her tiny hand. “I called to ask you about something important to Robert.”
“Oh, okay. I guess I should get up anyway. They never let the liquor stop flowing here, Lori- it doesn't make for a lot of early mornings!”
“I hear ya,” the teen laughed. “And how's the food?”
Robert gulped. She had made a noose around the top of his balls with her thumb and forefinger, and Lori was pulling his balls lower as she talked, increasing his discomfort!
“Oh my goodness Lori!” the phone crackled. “The buffets are delicious! And the beaches are pure white sand- they go on for miles!”
The teen grinned at Robert, as she finally let go of his balls but gave him the 'stay quiet' gesture again. “Come on, Mrs. L. Tell me the real deal- how sexy are the pool boys? You can be honest, Robert's downstairs watching TV.”
“Well, just between you and me,” Martha giggled, “they're hot and hung, every one of them! They don’t have Locking Laws down here, probably because they couldn’t make cages big enough to fit!”
Robert's jaw dropped, but just a few fingers around his aching balls kept him from speaking out.
“Mrs. Lewen!” Lori giggled, using her eyes to remind Robert to keep quiet. “Have you been a little bit naughty?”
“Well… a little bit,” Robert’s wife admitted. “If you consider it naughty letting a hot masseuse oil down your naked body and then... slip a few fingers where he shouldn't to give you a happy ending!”
“You go, Mrs. Lewen! You only live once!” the teen giggled as Robert's eyes bugged out.
Another man had fingered his wife?! How did she let that happen??
But then Martha’s voice got serious. “But it got me thinking, Lori… um… you haven’t helped Robert out in that way yet, have you?”
“Oh no, Mrs. L!” Lori giggled, checking around Robert's cock, to shave twice over a spot she had only gotten once. “A girl of the Cocksitters Club would never do that without the keyholder's express permission!”
“Oh good, good,” his wife said, even as Robert bit his tongue. “So he hasn't cum with you... at all?”
He was going to explode, right in Lori’s hands as she shaved him! His balls were tight, and Lori gave them a quick hard squeeze to bring him back from the edge.
“Nope!” she giggled.
“Not once?” Martha asked. “It's been... ten days, hasn't it?”
Robert gasped. It had been thirteen days- Martha had kept him denied three days before Lori arrived. Had she really forgotten?
“Something like that,” Lori said. “And that's why I called. It's not Cocksitter Club policy to let men take matters into their own hands. It's just too much effort to get them back in their cages if they're not tied down, you know? So, Robert wanted me to ask you... did you really want me to give him a quick handy, or would it be okay with you if I didn't? I know you usually only keep him three days, but he thinks he can go a lot longer, like another whole week. And he just wants your permission to try- isn't that so sweet?!”
Robert's cry of protest was muffled by Lori's hands over his mouth.
“Oh my goodness!” Martha was laughing. “I mean, I've always wanted to deny Robert longer for longer periods of time... to see how far he could really go. The girls in the salon always made fun of me, but I always felt too guilty and let him cum after just a few days!”
“Well you know what your husband told me? It's like an investment,” Lori giggled. “The longer you wait, the bigger the benefits will be! He might even be able to go the whole month! He really wants to do this for you.”
“Well, okay!” his wife laughed, and Robert's eyes got wide, making Lori just giggle. “Just imagining him up there, aching and pining for my benefit... whew! Lori, my thighs are tingling- I think I might have to book another massage today!”
“Make sure you give him a good tip! And that he earns every penny!” the girl giggled. “I’ll keep your husband locked up nice and tight to make sure his interest in you keeps growing! I'll call you in ten days to let you know how it's going.”
“Thank you dear! You’re a godsend!” Martha giggled, and then hung up.
Lori giggled and jumped off the bed as the nude Robert thrashed.
“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!” he cried, pulling at his restraints but getting nowhere.
She flicked his nuts lightly and Robert calmed down. “What I did, was make your wife, who is surrounded by hot studly poolboys and pina coladas all day, get all slippery wet thinking about your devotion to her. I got her engines thinking about your blue balls and I just made sure you're going to have some amazing sex when she gets home.” She wiped off her hands. “You're welcome.”
“No!” he yelled. “I don't want that!”
“Don't you?” the teen giggled, looking at his crotch. “You seem pretty excited by the idea.”
“But... but the masseuse... and the poolboys...”
“Oh, she'll get a little taste while she's away. All women have to have a bit on the side nowadays, with their husbands locked up tight. And the ones with the more extremely...” she gave his dick a significant look, “size challenged husbands usually have a few more lovers than most. I even cheat on Derrick a few times a year, just to prove that his big dick can't keep me tied down. Martha will let some young stud lay nine or ten inches of pipe into her as she's stretched like she's never been before, and then she'll come back to you, satisfied and ready to hold your key again.”
Robert couldn't believe it. His wife, getting pounded by a thick cock, shuddering as she locked her ankles around some stud's back, begging for it harder, faster-
His dick jerked and Robert almost came!
Lori smirked and sat in her reading chair again. “Tell you what, Mr. Lewen, why don't I read you two chapters from Kelli and Tammi today to calm you down and then we can go out to the mall for some ice cream?”
“No!” he cried. “Just get out of here! I don't want any of your stupid story!”
“Mr. L! Don't be mean-”
“I mean it! Just leave me alone!”
“Okay,” she sighed. “Back in the cage you go.”
Within seconds, Robert felt his balls being stretched as Lori slipped a tight steel ring around them.
“No! Leave me out! No!” He struggled, bucking and twisting, but she rode his thighs like an expert cowgirl, fitting on one piece of his cage after another.
“You men always make such a fuss about being locked back up without cumming,” she giggled, as she turned the key with a loud click. “As if it wasn't the most normal thing in the world.”
Robert didn’t want a bedtime story that night, or the night after.
He stalked and grumbled around while Lori was there, staying in the opposite end of the house while she studied or watched TV, and he was a absolute storm cloud at work.
“Having trouble at home?” Angela laughed, dangling a heel from her stockinged toe as yet another sales meeting Robert ran went poorly. “Are you worried about your wife being away for a month?”
“I'm more worried about your projections for the third quarter!” he railed, not looking at the woman's shapely legs. Jenny and Angela’s teasing today had been extra effective in his state. “Why don't you calculate your whole forecast- again!”
“Are you sure you want me to do that?” the tall brunette chuckled, slowly uncrossing her legs to let him see her black panties for an instant.
They were exquisite silk, covering a mound he had dreamed of licking for years. But they paled in comparison to the tiny teen who would be flouncing around his house when he got home.
Robert shocked the woman by looking her in the eyes, not the crotch.
“Yes. I do. All of them. And tell Jenny to redo hers as well. I don't care if you girls have to stay here all night!”
Angela's jaw dropped as he turned to leave.
After two days, Robert started being less angry at home, almost civil. After four days, he sought Lori out.
The teen was reading, laying face down on his couch while wearing a tight tee and tiny cheerleading skirt. Her skirt had flipped up a little in the back, and he could see an unobstructed view of her light blue thong stretched between perfect teenage buttcheeks. He could tell she knew he was there, but she did nothing to cover herself. He coughed.
She didn't look up, just let her bare feet swing a little behind her. “Oh. I didn't know we were talking again.”
“I'm sorry. I was mad- you didn't even ask Martha if I could cum!”
“I did something better- make Martha think you didn't want to cum when she wasn't around. Now she loves you even more.” She reached down to adjust the thong in the crack of her perfect tight ass. “And then you got all pissy about it.”
The steel ring around his balls seemed like it was going to castrate him!
“Okay, I'm sorry! But... it's my release date again. Could we... read some of Kelli and Tammi tonight?”
“Nah. You're waiting until Saturday at least.”
She finally looked up. “You've been a real grouch this week, Mr. Lewen. And you didn't go on any of our morning runs!”
“I'll go on the runs, I'm sorry!” he said, clutching his cage through his pants. “This ache in my balls- it’s not normal! It’s much worse this time! I knew I couldn’t go this long!”
“Sure you can’t,” she giggled, turning back to her math book and letting her bare feet swing behind her ass. “You'll start going on morning runs with me again?”
“And letting me read bedtime stories to you every night? We've fallen behind if we want to finish the book by the end of the month.”
“Okay! Fine! Just let me out!”
“Saturday I said. Done.”
“End of discussion,” she giggled, chewing on his chastity key between her pink bubblegum lips as she kept reading.
Robert moaned in distress, but went off to watch sports.
Lori's mother called her home for something before he went to bed, but she would let herself in around midnight and be there for his morning run. But as he tossed and turned that night in bed, his dick straining in its tight metal, he realized something.
He missed her.
Even though she had never made him cum, he missed her giggles as he erected. He missed the way she would play-act all the voices and moans of Kelli and Tammi out of the book, like she was in a recording booth. He missed her kissing him on the forehead, and seeing her pantied ass as she waved goodnight and turned off the light.
Robert missed his cocksitter.
Things started returning to normal.
They went on morning runs, Robert going all out to catch her to see her in the shower, but the girl always managed to giggle and pull out of his reach, even if he got closer each day. But things were changing.
His gut was shrinking from the runs. His ass and legs were getting harder. He didn’t hate how he looked in the mirror as much. And he could tell the muscles around his penis were growing stronger. Lori read to him every other night until he couldn’t stay hard each night, but each time that was a little bit longer. A few more weeks of exercise and his cock would rival the hardness any that Martha had found at her resort!
And Lori started inviting Derrick over again every few days. Sometimes they just made out and she sent him home frustrated, and sometimes they went farther, Robert spying from awkward angles as she went down on her boyfriend, or Derrick clumsily pleasured her with his untrained tongue.
One night, after Robert had ordered the food and laid out the plates and sodas for the two teens before he went upstairs, Lori tied the nude man to the bed before her boyfriend came over.
“So you won't peep on us,” she giggled. “We're going to do some adult things tonight.”
But she did take off Robert's cage so he could get hard
And he did, listening to the two teens energetically fuck downstairs on his couch. Lori was either a moaner or she was putting on a show for both Derrick and the tied up man upstairs, but Robert ended with a lake of pre-cum on his belly.
After he heard five orgasms, two of them Derrick’s, he heard the front door close. Then he heard someone pad upstairs and take a shower in the hall bathroom. And after a while, Lori came into his bedroom, wearing just a tiny belly-baring t-shirt and panties.
“Sorry that took so long,” she giggled, drying her hair. “Derrick had a lot of stress built up in his blue balls.” She giggled. “I can’t imagine why.”
Robert’s cock was painful, jumping and dripping at just the sight of her in her undies!
“Oh, you like?” she laughed, looking at the dumbfounded man. “Good little boys who agree not to whine get little presents.” The blonde tossed her wet hair and struck a sexy little pose, pulling at the sides of her panties. The shirt still covered her chest but her nipples were hard visible points under it. “Since you agreed to delay your orgasm, I figured I’d dress more casually around the house until Saturday when we call your wife again. That okay?”
He swallowed hard. “Yes!”
“Though so,” she giggled, stretching her nude legs on the bed. This time she put her feet right on his thigh, inches from his dripping, twitching cock. “Now, where were we?”
“Chapter eleven,” he gulped. “Tammi had just gotten locked into the harness with the two-side dildo, and it was going to explode if she and Kelli stopped fucking!”
Lori smiled. “That's right. Tammi grabbed two big handfuls of Kelli's nude ass and plunged deeper into her partner's pussy. “We can't stop!” she cried. “Not yet...”
One day Derrick came over, but then left after just ten minutes, and Lori stormed upstairs in a huff.
“Can you believe that? His stupid coach called him for some stupid weightlifting session and he left without even licking me once! And I'm so horny!”
“You... really wanted to get licked by Derrick tonight? Between your legs?” Robert asked, from where he was tied to the bed. Lori had made him set out a whole bowl of condoms downstairs- she had planned on fucking her boyfriend many times.
“God yes! I was practically dripping at school today! Even putting on this little outfit gets my engines going!”
His throat felt like sandpaper. His heart was pounding out of his chest. “You know... I... I could lick you if you want. My wife says I'm really good at it. And you don't have to do anything back to me! I promise!”
Robert saw her looking at his nude body, his hard, aching cock, the restraints holding him securely. And then she broke out into belly laughs.
“Oh Mr. Lewen! You're so funny!” She dropped into her reading chair, not bothering to cross her legs to hide her panties, which were starting to soak through. “I guess we'll both have to be satisfied with seeing what the girls get up to tonight,” she giggled, then licked her finger to turn the page, even as his eyes feasted on the view of her panties. “Chapter Thirteen. Kelli tasted Tammi’s shaved pussy, relieved they had made it past the prison guards, even though they were still nude, trapped behind enemy lines, and very, very horny…”
“Wakey wakey, it’s release day again!” Lori giggled, skipping into the room in a shirt and panties. “And I've got good news!”
Robert’s trapped cock jumped in its cage. “Martha said I could cum?!”
The girl nodded as she tied him down. “She did! I called her last night and I think she felt bad for um, sucking a few guys off at a late night party? Anyway, she okayed a quick handy to relieve your balls.” The girl tied down his last limb, then looked at him. “If you want it, that is.”
Robert tried not to think about Martha swallowing some strange poolboy's load- wait, had Lori said 'guy' or 'guys'?- but instead focused on finally getting to cum. And when she took the tight cage off, he practically yelled in relief.
“Ooops, you've got a little fuzz growing back,” she giggled as he erected. “Let's shave that off before we start.”
That was another torture, but he made it through without prematurely ejaculating into her hand, even if he was quivering at the end, his crotch totally bald again.
“Please, Lori! I've got to orgasm now! I can't take it anymore!”
Lori smiled. “Okay. Come on in, Celeste.”
Robert struggled against his bonds as a short Hispanic teen walked in and then laughed at his nude form.
“Oh my goodness, it's true what they say about white guys!” the raven-haired girl said. “That prick is smaller than my little brother's!”
“Mine too,” Lori giggled, then patted Robert's thigh. “But he makes up for it with his personality.”
“What's SHE doing here?!” Robert roared, yanking at his bonds. It just made his dick bounce for the two girls. “She can't see me like this!”
“He has this thing about being humiliated,” Lori giggled as Robert's cock danced for them. “It's something to do with being a high-up bank manager or something.”
Celeste just smacked her gum. “I know. That's why I'm here.”
“Who are you?” Robert yelled as the blush spread down his nude body. “Why is she here? We've never met!”
“Yeah we did,” the black haired girl said. “My dad came in for a loan like a month ago, and you turned him down flat. You don't even remember him, do you, you rich whitey? Pablo De Sosa?”
Robert gulped. It was hard to think while he was fully nude in front of these giggling girls! But it was coming back to him...
“Um...okay... I remember... Mr. De Sosa. Business expansion loan.”
“That's him. So why didn't you give my dad that loan?”
“I had to deny him! His credit score was 510!”
The girl crossed her arms. “He was trying to expand his carpentry business so he could make money for sending me to college! He's a good man!”
Robert swallowed. “I'm sure he is. But it doesn't matter what he wants the money for, I can't give a loan to someone with a credit score that small!”
“Well I don't think little dicks this small should get to shoot their load,” the girl said, sneering at his erect penis. She turned to Lori. “And you said I got to decide if he cums?”
“Sure,” the blonde giggled, swinging the gold chain around her finger. “The choice is all yours.”
“No!” Robert begged. “Please, Lori, Martha said I could cum!”
“And I say my good friend Celeste gets to decide.”
The mexican girl hooted in laughter. “So I guess you're going back in your cage with blue balls, loser!”
“No!” He looked at his cocksitter. “Please! You can't let her!”
“I thought you really wanted to cum today,” Lori said. “Celeste is a good friend, and every boy in school talks about how good her blowjobs are. When she said her dad needed your help to get a loan, I figured it would be a no-brainer, Mr. L. You help her out... she uses her skilled tongue to help you out...win win. Why can't you just give her dad the loan?”
Robert shook his head. “I can't! For a loan like that, his credit score needs to be 700, at least!”
“And I think dicks need to be at least 7 inches long if they're going to have any fun in my mouth,” Celeste said. “Lock this little dick back up, Lori!”
The blond nimbly slipped the steel ring around Robert's balls as he started to struggle.
“Oh well,” she giggled, having no problem putting the rest of his cage on. “I guess we'll try again in three days.”
Later, Robert was pulling at his cage through his slacks as he left for the office.
“Lori, please, I'm begging you. I need to cum!”
“And Celeste's family needs that loan,” Lori giggled, putting on her shoes. “She's a good friend, and you were a bank manager. I never imagined you would choose to be denied longer!”
“I can't give a loan to a 510!”
“And I can't give a handjob to a five incher who doesn't help my friends out.” She kissed him on the cheek. “Have a good day at work, Mr. L.”
Robert had a miserable day. His cock cage seemed three sizes too small!
Finally, around lunch, he gave up and started filling out the loan approval form.
When he gave it to Angela to enter into the computer, she scoffed.
“A credit score of a 510?! Who approved this loan?”
“I did,” he said, feeling the weight of the cage around his balls. “Just enter it!” he ordered, storming off to ice his balls.
An hour later, Angela and the bank president, a woman named Marie, entered his office.
“What does this de Sosa family have on you, Robert?” Marie asked. “Did they steal your chastity key or something? You know we can't approve a credit score this low.”
“Mr. De Sosa is a honest, ambitious, hard working man,” Robert growled. “He's trying to live the American dream. That's exactly the type of small business this bank was created to support!”
Marie looked at Angela. “And you checked? This family doesn't have any connection to Robert? And his key hasn't been reported stolen?”
“Not that I can see,” Angela said. She was wearing her black stockings today, the ones Robert had used to love the best. “They have an attractive daughter, Celeste, but I checked her social media sites. I can't see any connection between her and our esteemed vice president.”
Marie eyed the nervous Robert, then finally stamped the paper “Approved”. “This loan better work out,” she said, handing him the form. “Or by next month I'll have Angela in that chair and you be lucky if you're shining her shoes!”
Robert held his composure as they walked to the door. As soon as they left, he exhaled and grabbed his aching, tight cage, because all he could imagine was being forced to shine Angela's four inch heels while she was still wearing those black stockings.
“You did? That's great!” Lori cried, going up onto her tiptoes to hug the man. “Celeste will be SO happy!”
She was wearing tiny khaki shorts and tank top, and Robert fought to keep his hands from sliding down to cup the teen's tight, perfect ass, just inches from his grasp.
“Does that mean... I can orgasm now?” he gulped.
The blond giggled, stepping back. “Well...”
“What!” he demanded.
“You know how, like, the longer you wait to pay off a loan, the amount you have to pay keeps going up because of interest...”
“What do you mean!”
Lori gave him a big grin. “I mean... we're so close to you making it an entire month without orgasm. You've never made it an entire month, have you?”
“No. But Lori, please-”
The girl giggled and kissed his cheek. “Tell you what. Go five more days. I'll read to you every night and you'll get to see every pair of panties that I own. And at the end... I'll invite Celeste back over for a night that you'll never forget. Deal?”
Robert shook his head. His balls felt like they were full of lead and the size of tennis balls already!
“Lori... I... I can't!”
She whispered in his ear, her hot breath making his cage impossibly tight.
“I bet you can.”