Writing Better Femdom Fiction- 6

Lesson 6: The shorter the story, the more you must Stay On Target.

We've talked about omni-fuck scenes before, and how they are a ruinous plague on the face of erotic writing. (If I get tired reading a sex scene because of all the positions and techniques the lovers are trying, what could it feel like to actually do all that stuff? Characters shouldn't need Gatorade at the end of every sex scene.)

But omni-fuck stories are even worse. If you have to put ten tags on your story to classify it, you're doing something wrong. There are no good 3000-word “CFNM/feet/anal/denial/sissy/facesitting/cuckold/tickling/chastity/spanking/CBT” stories. What is ten times hotter than that, what will make your readers love you ten times more, would be a 3000 word “CFNM/feet” story.

And if you really wanted to become a legend, try a 2000 word “feet” story. Or a 2000 word “cuckold” story.

Because the theme of your femdom story gets stronger the fewer themes you have.

Theme? Is this some Graduate level English lit class? I thought we were writing stroke stories here!

Yeah, theme. It's not just for James Joyce anymore. The thing that makes your story stick out from the pack is its theme.

“Boy wants blowjob from his sexy female cousin, she wants him to lick her feet, she cockteases him in a test of wills until he gives in” is a strong theme. That story will hit readers with concentrated erotic power, if you stay focused.

“Sexy female cousin cockteases boy, makes him lick her feet in test of wills, strips him, keeps him from masturbating for two weeks, then boy's mother gets involved and makes him take an enema, and then his aunt takes over and dresses him as her sissy maid” is a ri-donk-ulous theme. (But I've read too many stories like that.) That theme might work for a 100,000 word novel, but even then, it's too diffuse to have erotic power. It would be better as a 30,000 word novella about just the battle of wills between the cousins.

I like to think of theme as a blade that I'm sharpening with my scenes. Each scene in the story, each pass of the whetstone, should bring the central battle of the story into sharper focus. The sexy female cousin is staying over all summer; she wants his big bedroom, hosting boy gives her the smallest bedroom in the house, to prove he's in charge. Schhhhing- the whetstone makes its first pass. The battle of wills takes a little shape.

She dresses to tease around the house, he tells her to stop it, she says “Why? Getting sore jacking off thinking about me?” Schhhhing. The battle of wills becomes clearer.

You can just imagine that whetstone passing back and forth over the base metal as each tug of war between them raises the stakes in the battle of wills. But you only have so many passes, so many scenes you can write during your unpaid, thankless, third or fourth job as a femdom writer. If you spend a pass or two on his aunt dressing him like a sissy, yes, you've added a second, duller blade to your story, but wouldn't it be better to sharpen your first one a little more? That's what will plunge your story into the hearts of your readers and make it stick. That analogy just got weird.

Consider this week's chapter of “The Cocksitter's Club”. There are SO many things I could have Lori do to Robert, now that he's made the first few decisions to travel down her path. Start a training program to make him take bigger and bigger dildos up the ass. Make him start buying her more and more expensive jewelry. Make him take longer and longer spankings.

But all of those escalations pull my whetstone away from the central theme I want: “In a world of mandatory male chastity belts, a young teen shows a successful middle-aged man where the true power lies.”

It's about power exchange, not the specific sex acts, and so the fewer sex acts they are battling over, the higher resolution and more nuanced the escalation can be.

Ten stops on a slow decline into a single station, seeing her as his superior, are much more powerful than one stop in each of ten different tagged areas like “feet” or “spanking”.

There is so much more you can do if you limit your story to just one theme like “he wants her to swallow his cum, she wants him to swallow it” than if you go the path usually traveled and have a domme do everything under the sun to her sub to show her power.

And the thing that makes this lesson a lasting principle instead of a “no duh, Sherlock” is the consideration of length.

A real book is 80,000-100,000 words. You can have a couple of themes going on in there.

A novella is 30,000-50,000 words. Better pick one major theme.

A short story of 3,000-10,000 words, hooo baby, you better find one ultra-focused theme and sharpen until it's glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife!

(The opposite happened in my book, Gods at Eighteen #3: Summer Break. 100,000 words long and I let the theme get away from me, as different ideas seemed hot and grabbed me. No connection to the slow “they have to swallow to get their release!” tension I set up in the first scenes. Just random teasing scenes with no central theme. I still regret it and I still think it would have been a much better book if I had kept it under 30,000 words and it was just about their cum-swallowing battle of wills with their Aunt the whole time. Learn from my mistakes!)

(This story is out of control.  And not in a good way.)

Alright students, a freeform assignment for today: take one of your existing stories you've written and list some of the sexual tags in it. Then take out half those tags and reimagine your story as a tighter, more focused package, and tell us about it in the comments. You can give a brief description of the original story, then the improved version, and what that would improve about it. If you're a new writer and don't have a story handy, use this one from Literotica, it's all over the place.

Hope this helps,

P. F. Dee

Writing Better Femdom Fiction- 5

Lesson 5: Show the first time, skip the second time.

(Or, the “Yawn, another sex scene?” syndrome)

Everyone's first time is special. The first time you're handcuffed and stripped nude by a smirking female cop, each piece of clothing coming off feels like an event worth writing home about. The first time a wife makes her trembling naked husband bend over her lap for a “corrective spanking”, every little bit of preparation by her is worth focusing on, since each bit is a delicious point of escalation.

The problem comes when femdom authors treat their second time just like their first. The first sex scene in which a wife carefully convinces her husband to take her strap-on is written in great detail with hot dialog over 2 pages. Fine.

But a page later, the next strap-on scene happens, and the same interaction occurs: he's reluctant, she convinces him and ultimately fucks him. And it takes 2 pages again. Hmmm.

And a page later, it happens again. It still should be just sexy, right? After all, it's a man being taken by a strap-on! Up his pooper! So humiliating, right? But if this scene takes two pages again without any escalating element, you'll find your readers doing something that's the death knell for all erotic stories: skipping the sex scenes.

We've talked about the necessity to escalate before, in overall plot, and even inside individual scenes. But this principle supercharges that one to make your stories really tight. If your first sex scene takes 2 pages, and the next one escalates to take 3 pages, and then the next one takes 4 pages, even if you escalate at Michael Bay levels, you'll still have readers skipping ahead.

Consider werewolf movies. (No, not the sparkly vampire kind. An actual, fur-shredding, limb-ripping werewolf movie.) The first time a man transforms to a wolf, we see everything. His shirt tearing off before he changes. His nose lengthening into a snout. His arms growing fur all over them. His hands, turning into long claws. Every little detail is shown to the camera, because this is what the audience came for.

But in good werewolf movies, the second time the man changes, it takes half as long as the first time. Maybe the third time, all we see is a moon-cast shadow projected on a wall, changing quickly from man to wolf. And the fourth time, we don't even need to see it. In one scene, the man is running, ripping off his shirt. Smash cut to black, and in the next scene the wolf is chasing someone down in the forest.

This skimping on “what the audience is paying to see” isn't done solely to save special effects budget. (Although that's the genesis of it.) It's done because good directors (and femdom authors) know that the first time something happens it's cool. The second time it's a little duller, and the third time, outright boring. And you never want the audience to get bored with the whole reason you're making the thing in the first place!

Whatever your main sex act is, face sitting, toe sucking, pegging, stripping, whatever, you want to ration out its use, just like you had a limited special effects budget. You want every sex scene to have punch, you want every interaction to sizzle. And you get that by not repeating yourself.

If you're writing about a college boy home for summer, whose sister learns his horrible secret that he likes to wear her panties and then she takes a whole weekend (and a chapter) to force/blackmail/entice him into dressing up in his frilly feminine best, where does the second chapter start?

If you want to bore your reader, it starts with her enticing him again, having to shave his legs again, convincing him to wear panties again, assuring that no one will know his secret again. If you want your story to move, chapter two starts off with him already in panties, pigtails and blushing, sitting on her makeup bench while she's planning the next step: piercing his ears at the mall!

Look at this week's reading, Cocksitter's Club #3. It starts off with Robert already nude and tied to the bed. Remember how long tying him down in Chapter 1 took? Remember all his emotions and feelings as she secured each of his limbs? Gone. Skipped.

I hardly even mention the central act of any chastity story any more: the taking off and putting on of the cage. Unless something changes, unless Lori has some great line to deliver as she does it, I gloss over his lockings. Gone. Skipped.

I've already built that foundation, now I can step up from there and focus on new things, which will be cooler because they're new. His shaving. The call from Martha. Derrick and Lori fucking for the first time in his house. (Skipped a lot of that set-up too. We don't even hear from Derrick this time.) Having to convince a new girl Celeste to let him cum. (Skipped ALL of that set up. He was nude, uncaged and hard almost before that scene even started!)

That's why the story moves. It's a subtle difference from pure escalation and something I see wrong time and time again in Literotica stories: chapter 1 starts off super hot, but then I skip all the sex scenes in chapters 2, 3 and 4, because they're just repeats of chapter 1's action.

This rule, however, has one caveat:

Show the first time, skip the second time. Unless something changes.

 

The very last battle of a werewolf movie, we slow down and see the long, full transformation again. Every detail. Because there's something different about it. Maybe's he's been poisoned by silver, and there's a little question of if he'll be able to transform. Maybe the moon isn't out yet, and it takes an incredible act of will to do change. Maybe his young honey is watching for the first time, and we see the shock in her face, as her man disappears into the beast bit by bit.

So skip the second time, unless you have something big change. What should change? That's what makes your story special. That's for you to decide.

(For more examples, read my free short story The Sissy Sort. I don't think I have the same thing happen to the main character twice, there is SO much skipped over between the scenes, yet I think it's still the 2^nd best story I've written, just because it's so tight and lean while still being hot. And notice how many choices the main character has, even though he is essentially powerless the whole time.)

So, students of my class (those noble few of you that are left), here is your assignment: if the following three scenes were each chapter 1 of your story, where could you start the scene in chapter 2 to make the story move? Post your answers in the comments!

Exercise 1:

Shy guy signs up for art class posing job. Starts off in trunks, then is pushed into speedos, and finally, after the teacher raises his pay, hints at sexual favors to be bestowed on the virgin if he agrees, and subtly threatens to complain to his strict mother that he is being uncooperative, gets him to strip fully nude for the giggling, but well-behaved, female class. Where could the next CFNM scene start?

Exercise 2:

Surprise non-femdom scenario!

Man and woman meet on an overnight train. Flirtation, drinks and raw attraction lead to a night of great sex. Every detail of their stripping each other gets a sentence. Each first kiss of a body part gets its own paragraph. And when they simultaneously climax in heart-stopping passion, that gets its own page.

The next morning... how do you write the second sex scene so that it doesn't get skipped by readers?

Exercise 3:

Wife and cuckhold husband have elaborate ritual when she goes out on the town on Friday nights. He helps her shower, helps her choose a sexy clubbing outfit while he is nude and hard, she locks him in a chastity cage and then a real cage at the foot of their bed. The first chapter ends with her bringing home a lucky man and her husband having to watch from inside his cages.

The very next Friday, the second scene could start at...

End of exercise.

Hope this helped,

P. F. Dee

The Cocksitter's Club- 3

(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.

“Um, Lori?”

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.”

“What!”

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?”

“Yes!”

“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.”

“But-”

“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.”

“Yes! Please!”

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.

“THANK GOD!”

“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.”

***