She learns fast - Part 1

She picks things up quickly.

Part 1. John was a rather clever fellow. His career involved technical work, and it wasn’t uncommon to see him debating profound philosophical topics with colleagues at the office. In his mid-thirties and maintaining a fit physique, he cut quite a handsome figure. A reliable employee and prudent saver, John rarely sought the spotlight or craved attention.

Yet, being unmarried and having dated sparingly, he felt a touch of loneliness. During quiet nights, he often daydreamed about wearing leather under a stunning mistress who ruled him as her slave.

He frequently watched YouTube videos featuring alluring women in lingerie and leather. Past romances had been average; John never summoned the nerve to ask a girlfriend to become his Dominatrix, nor did any previous partner truly make him consider settling down. But time was passing, and he began to fear being too old when love finally arrived.

At work sat Sylvia, a thirty-year-old brunette with an alluring presence. She was self-assured and enjoyed conversing with men, as many women do. Intelligent herself, she had found her past choices in partners lacking. Now, thinking more maturely about romance, she hoped to find a man ready for stability.

One morning over coffee, John and Sylvia discussed relationships while talking about how one of her friends was struggling with an unfaithful boyfriend.

John observed that the male libido is often a burden, noting that any man will stray if given the opportunity.

‘’All men cheat?’’ Sylvia asked. ‘’Would you do it to me if we were together?’’

John answered, ‘’At first, love flows easily and a man feels content with his new partner. But as time goes on, he naturally grows weary of her routine and may either stray or turn to pornography. To be honest with you, Sylvia, his sex drive often leads him to masturbate using porn rather than focusing passionately on his wife.’’

Sylvia smiled, recognizing a typical John response—deep and thoughtful. She began seeing him as potential boyfriend material, perhaps even husband type.

‘’Hah yes,’’ Sylvia shot back sharply, ‘’the male urge is such a pity it can’t be switched off or managed.’’

This reminded John of the domme in his thoughts from years ago. He smiled at her and replied, ‘’That’s likely wise, Sylvia. You know during WW1, soldiers in the trenches were given bromine to lower their drive so they could focus on duty.’’

‘’What kind of soldier are you, John? How do you take orders?’’ Sylvia asked slyly.

Sylvia was no fool; her five past relationships taught her that men adore women in sexy lingerie and get a thrill when a woman is dominant with her sexuality. However, this sometimes led to them being taken for granted. Seeing what her friend Rose endured made Sylvia determined that the next man she dated would behave properly and respect her.

‘’John, let’s have drinks tonight,’’ Sylvia said, looking him straight in the eye. She saw his pupils dilate and knew it had been a while since he’d had a girlfriend.

‘’Yeah, sure thing Sylvia! Hey, I won’t cheat on you!’’

‘’Damn right you won’t, John. Or I’ll get mad,’’ John felt his trousers tightening. Sylvia was elegant, and this sparked his imagination.

After work, John could think of nothing but Sylvia. How sexy and confident she is! Her womanly hips swaying in that sharp skirt really made him pause and reflect.

The date was set for 9pm. John decided it would be best to relieve himself beforehand so he wouldn’t appear too desperate before Sylvia. He turned on his computer, thinking about control.

Instead of searching ‘hot mistress in leather,’ he typed ‘controlled cock’ and Chastity Training appeared.

He leaned back, relaxed, and started a video clip.

A minute later, he sat bolt upright with an intense erection he hadn’t felt since he was eighteen!

The suggestions whispered: ‘’You will only climax when I permit it…I love you being caged and frustrated just for me…If you are a good chastity slut I will give you a monthly milking..’’

John had never considered this! Wow! That’s so fucking hot, he thought as he stroked his rock-hard ten-inch cock. He climaxed yet remained hard. Oh man, he wondered how to get one of those devices.

Thanks to the speed and power of the internet, John soon browsed creations by Ms Lori and Mature Metal. He debated with himself: it’s crazy! Probably dangerous to health too? How could a man endure long-term confinement this way?

Then he told himself it would be serious foreplay fun. If him and Sylvia were going to make it work, enforced chastity would fit their relationship.

With his head spinning, John undressed and jumped into the shower. All he could picture was Sylvia snapping his penis into a cage and owning his sexuality.

‘’Ohh I wish!’’ John shouted aloud.

Sylvia had just stepped out of her shower and wondered what to wear. She liked John; although he wasn’t overly masculine enough to attract her before, she now saw an interesting depth in him. Knowing she was a pretty woman, she considered how to appear most attractive to his eyes.

What sort of man is he really? Sure, he likes sex; being fairly brainy, he would fantasize often, she guessed.

As if on cue, an old black leather skirt fell from her pile of clothes. Mmmm, soft leather feels so sexy, she thought. This reminded her of David, her last boyfriend, and how he liked spanking her while wearing that skirt.

Sylvia’s heart raced. Yes, she decided. Stockings and suspenders with the skirt and a tight top. She then mused: I bet John is a bit kinky. The knee-high boots match this skirt perfectly.

So 9pm arrived. John was at the bar first, ordering a straight whiskey, then another.

‘’Must get that chastity thing out of my head,’’ he thought. A third whiskey helped settle his mind.

Suddenly, he felt Sylvia’s hand on his arm.

‘’How are you feeling, John?’’ Sylvia asked softly. ‘’Are you relaxed? I want to talk seriously with you, honey.’’

Honey! John thought; wow this is moving fast!

They sat at a quiet table in the far corner. Sylvia felt she would lead the conversation. ‘’You know what, John, let’s not waste time. I never saw you as boyfriend material before, but to be truthful, I want to start a strong relationship with you.’’

She continued, ‘’Now, John honey, we are adults and deep enough thinkers to understand that we all have sex drives. A smart guy like you will fantasize. Let’s discuss your drive six months after we’ve slept together, as you say men eventually get bored of their ladies. How can I dress or act to keep you and your wild male drive satisfied?’’

Sylvia crossed her legs; the tip of her black quality leather boot brushed John’s leg.

John’s head spun; he gulped his fourth whiskey down and stammered, ‘’Lock it Sylvia, please honey, lock it.’’

‘’Lock what?’’ Sylvia asked, sensing that John was about to reveal a fantasy.

‘’My cock,’’ John said calmly. ‘’There is a woman who specializes in making a device called a male chastity cage.’’

Sylvia reeled; shocked she thought John might be insane. ‘’J..JJ John that’s bizarre.’’

Again, calmly, John explained, ‘’It means I have to give you as much oral pleasure as you like before you allow me to make love to you—if indeed you decide to let me.’’

Sylvia’s mind settled back into place; wow, interesting she thought.

John added, ‘’And no cheating is even possible.’”

I immediately thought of Rose. “Okay John, do it. Get that lock thing made.” A silence fell between them for about a minute before John spoke up. “Sylvia, I need some fresh air; this is heavy.” John stood outside the bar, leaning against the wall. I can’t believe I said that to Sylvia, he thought. Surely it’s blown now because she must think I’m totally twisted. Sylvia began smiling at the idea of controlling her new boyfriend’s cock. Thinking it would actually be quite funny, she considered all the times she could tease him as well. This appealed strongly to Sylvia’s confident nature and should mean he doesn’t just take her for granted. Can you really ‘own’ a man’s cock? she wondered; is that possible? “Okay,” she decided, “I’ll get John a bit drunk and extract every fantasy from him before we start this relationship.” So Sylvia realized John must be feeling embarrassed about the revelation. She got up, ordered two neat vodkas, and took them out to him. John said as he saw Sylvia walking toward him with great confidence; her steps were strident and there was a serious look on her face, making it seem like she was marching. “Hey babe,” “Come over to the park John, here take the vodka. C’mon honey, I want to speak to you out there; let’s sit under that tree on the bench.” The night was warm and John relaxed again. “The damn male sex-drive Sylvia, it’s crazy you know.” Sylvia asked as he sipped the vodka, noting how the taste of whiskey burned his mouth slightly as the smooth liquid slipped over his tongue. “Just be honest with me; do you think I’m weird or creepy at all?” John kissed Sylvia on the cheek. She blushed and placed her hand on his leg. Sylvia said while John laughed, “Okay buster, tell me the truth: when you get horny, what goes through that mind of yours?” A stunning Dominatrix,” John replied quite matter-of-factly. “Aha, so you like this skirt,” Sylvia said as she grabbed John’s wrist and placed his hand on the soft leather. He could feel a suspender clip underneath. “I sure do,” said John, this time with a little exasperation. They kissed and held each other for what seemed like hours until the bartender came out to call for their glass back. “Okay John, we are going to do this right: you get that cock lock made and give me the keys. We are not going to have sex until you are locked,” Sylvia said quite assertively. “Yes ma’am,” John replied without hesitation. The next day, Sylvia woke up thinking about the whole fantasy. The more she pondered it, the more normal and indeed wise it seemed to her. She went on eBay while munching on toast, searching for leather corsets and thigh-high boots. Wow, she thought, some of these look really good. She smiled to herself, imagining how horny she was going to make John. Back at work over mid-morning coffee, she asked John for $500 for “you know what for, John.” “Cash or check,” replied John with a big grin on his face. So while John contacted Mistress Lori and gave her his measurements, Sylvia ordered the most wicked horny Dominatrix outfit she could think of. She told him to get good handcuffs, a collar, and a whip too. Sylvia giggled, “I should have thought of that, honey.” The days passed as Sylvia and John continued dating, love took root between them. They both wanted to just jump into bed together but managed to hold back. The most difficult time was when John suggested they go swimming; the sight of Sylvia in her swimsuit made John as horny as hell while Sylvia had her fun winding him up—teasing him, leading him on while he swam, whispering hot phrases in his ear as John tried to break her spell by swimming another length. After a few weeks, the device arrived. John took a shower and fitted the cage. It felt very smooth and the dimensioning seemed perfect; click. John removed his hands from it and just sat down to relax. He phoned Sylvia. “Honey, it’s arrived. I’m wearing it right now, seems fine.” Sylvia replied sharply, “You are not to take it off, is that clear?” John’s cock immediately swelled but of course couldn’t grow as it wanted. He felt a bit high and his head began to spin. “Come over to my place at 9 pm,” she said, hanging up abruptly. John laughed to himself; oh boy, he thought, what have I created. He got dressed, impressed by how light the Loris tube was. He walked out onto the street and hailed a cab, then paused. No, he decided, I’ll walk instead. Got to get used to this thing; let’s see how I walk in it. The half-hour walk to Sylvia’s flat was a dreamy daze for John as he thought of all the fun they were going to have. Upon arriving at her flat, he found the door ajar and tapped on it. “Come in and close the door,” he heard Sylvia say. He closed the door and moved through to the combined kitchen sitting room. The lights were dim and curtains drawn. “Strip and kneel on the floor facing the kitchen bar.” John did so, kneeling naked save for the secure chastity device with only two keys in his hand. He heard the click of high heels over the floor—slowly, one by one until he could sense Sylvia right behind him. “Don’t turn around,” said Sylvia in a clear and authoritative voice. “Be silent my slave.” “Beg me to take the keys, slave.” “Get your head down on the floor and tell me you want me to keep your cock under my control forever.” John did so feeling electric. With his forehead on the floor he said, “Please Mistress please take the keys. Please I want you to own my sex.” He felt a steel collar go around his neck; there was a sharp click and a slight strain on the leash. Sylvia walked around to John’s head and placed her heel on it. “Tell me how much you want me to own that cock, who owns that cock?” “With all my heart and soul Mistress please take ownership of what was my cock. You own that cock; it is yours to do with as you please.” “Good slave, good,” she said. With that, Mistress Sylvia lashed John’s backside and declared, “I will never allow you to be free again in your life. On the rare occasion when I may decide to unlock my cock, you will be wearing this secure collar and be handcuffed. Yes thank you mistress please be as strict as you wish with your cock.” Sylvia walked to the front of John and leaned against the kitchen counter. She flicked up the leash revealing the absolutely stunning Dominatrix he had been dreaming of since puberty. “Give me the keys now,” she said; John duly obliged while Sylvia handcuffed his hands. Mistress Sylvia looked at the keys in her hand and spoke to John: “If you ever ask me when I’m going to unlock you, I will leave you and tell everyone we know about this.” “Yes ma’am that is understood.” Something inside John was finally at peace. Sylvia smiled—a dark and wicked smile. She had bought a couple of books about chastity without John knowing. She intended to give him the first three months without even a milking, after which she would unlock only five times a year. “I seriously mean it slave,” Mistress Sylvia said as she leaned over the counter to get her camera showing John the leather thong she was wearing with corset thigh-highs and peak cap. “If you ever ever ask me when I am going to unlock my cock…” Sylvia took three photos of John handcuffed, collared, his cock trying to swell inside the cage. “Your life would be over,” said Mistress Sylvia. She then took a document and dropped it on the floor beside John telling him, “This is it John; if you sign this—and yes it is an affidavit giving me everything you own—you have one last chance to go back on this, but I warn you right now: if you sign there is no going back.” John signed and Mistress Sylvia took off the leather panties. “Get busy slave.” Two hours of John licking Mistress Sylvia to orgasm followed—first with Sylvia leaning up against the kitchen counter and then on the

The couch became his temporary home after receiving just ten lashes, with John being repeatedly told, “You are now my slave; I own you and your life is mine.”

Sylvia felt ecstatic. She had never felt so alive before. Here was this man—her man—giving her all the pleasure while taking none himself. Even after only a few hours in his lock, John remained keen to please his new Mistress.

Around midnight, Sylvia told her ever-eager slave to stop. “You are sleeping on the couch tonight, and I am not going to take your collar and cuffs off. Tomorrow you will clean my flat while wearing them as I go to work. I will call you at an unknown time in the afternoon; by then you had better have finished your duties. You will be told to handcuff yourself again before I return.”

John could only think of one answer: “Yes Ma’am, thank you Ma’am.”

Sylvia went into her bedroom and shut the door. She lay down on her bed and fell asleep, with the keys to John’s chastity device resting on her bedside table. Before sleep took her, she wondered where to leave those keys for the next three months. With Rose in mind—since there were times when she wanted his hard cock inside her—she knew she had to keep them safe from both of themselves.

John remained wide awake with a curious feeling in his sack; his pipes felt swollen. Further back, between his legs, he sensed a pressure unlike any before him. Normally, if he got horny, he would have masturbated hours ago or satisfied his desires with a girlfriend. But now, new sensations were arising.

Slowly, John tried to rub his penis by moving the chastity tube. There was some movement, but not enough to cause sperm to shift. After about ten minutes of rubbing his balls—which only intensified the pressure he felt between his legs—he dozed off. No sexual fantasies came during this half-hour nap; rather, it was just Sylvia filling his mind.

Sylvia dreamed as well. Her dreams were entirely about John: he looked so handsome and happy before she slipped into deep sleep.

The next morning arrived with Sylvia waking first. She undressed from the Dominatrix outfit she had slept in, feeling very satisfied. After running a shower, she stepped inside her body felt hot; her breasts seemed harder and more shaped than usual, likely due to the corset.

Wearing her nightgown with long brunette hair wrapped in a towel, she crept into the sitting room. She nearly laughed out loud at the sight before her. John was lying on his face, body turned sideways. His legs were bent to lift his groin off the couch, and his handcuffed hands rested around his balls.

Did he manage to masturbate? Sylvia wondered. She quietly observed John’s groin; there was no sign of spunk anywhere, and his balls looked quite plump. She gave John a nudge. He slowly woke with grunts, dazed at first. Then came the shock as he realized his hands were still restricted. Sitting up on the couch, he saw Sylvia.

“Good morning, honey,” she asked. “How are you feeling?”

Sylvia replied tartly, “Feeling very good, John. You learned well last night how to properly give oral. So guess what? You are staying locked.”

Immediately, John’s penis tried to swell but couldn’t.

“Can you uncuff me please, Sylvia?” John said.

Sylvia slowly walked over and looked him square in the eye.

“Not yet,” she stated.

John wanted to complain. His mouth moved, but no words came out. His penis was straining against its constraints.

“As you wish, honey,” John replied, settling back onto the couch.

Sylvia proceeded to make coffee while telling John to call in sick and stay at her flat for the day. She instructed him on what to do and in what order, pointing out where the soap and hoover could be found.

Then John remembered the document he had signed. “Sylvia, was that a real affidavit?”

Sylvia’s head jerked sharply sideways toward him. “It is, and it’s going to a Lawyer’s office to be processed.”

“Sexual fantasies are one thing,” John said, “but surely you can’t just take everything I have.”

Sylvia sat down beside John and handed him the coffee. “The thing is, John; I’ve done a little research on male enforced chastity. It’s more than just sexual restraint. It will take time to reach the certain level that I want for you.

John grew slightly angry. “Oh, so I’m fucked then?”

Sylvia simply looked at him and said, “Well, not yet.”

She stood in front of John and opened her nightgown. Her body was stunning; years of careful eating and running had kept Sylvia’s figure in great shape.

“What do you think, John? Do you for the rest of your life?”

John mumbled, “Errr, I’d say so.”

“Right then, John,” said Sylvia. “Consider yourself married. In about three months from now, we will have the ceremony.”

John stayed quiet. Sylvia fished the handcuff keys out of her gown pocket and unlocked John’s chafed wrists.

“I need better cuffs,” Sylvia noted quite naturally.

John felt a bit beaten. He was no unquestioning submissive, and while last night had been fun, it felt different now in the morning light. His balls ached slightly as he stood up to go to the shower. Sylvia told him where a towel was and that she would have cereal ready when he finished.

While John showered, Sylvia returned to the bedside table and took both keys. Back at her kitchen counter with her cereal, she stared at them while thinking of what to do next—Rose again in mind. What if Rose lost the key? She had an idea: leave the other one with the Lawyer’s office.

Finished with her cereal, she placed one key into a small envelope and put the other in her purse.

Inside the shower, John’s mind drifted toward marriage. Sure, it was about time, he thought, and Sylvia would make a good wife. For some reason, the collar felt very apparent now, making John laugh slightly. Oh well, a Dominatrix Wife? Why not?

Sylvia got dressed. Upon seeing John, she simply said, “You remember where everything is; I told you where the hoover can be found?”

John replied slightly impatiently, “Yes, yes, I remember and I’ll call in with my mobile in about half an hour.”

Sylvia left. John sat back down on the couch and looked at the open handcuffs. There was no sign of the keys to the cuffs, collar, or indeed his Loris device. He sat there thinking about marriage to Sylvia for a while. He wanted her as his Wife but remained somewhat worried about the affidavit matter. Then he realized that when a marriage breaks up, the woman gets everything anyway.

He shrugged his shoulders and got dressed, phoning the office with feigned horse throat sounds to say he wouldn’t be in today.

When John opened the curtains and windows of Sylvia’s flat, everything seemed good. He felt happy and carefree. He began to forget about the secure chastity device locked around his penis; apart from his balls feeling a little uncomfortable, he was otherwise completely at peace with the idea.

He hoovered up the flat, washed the kitchen floor, got down on his hands and knees to scrub the bathroom floor, and next changed Sylvia’s bed linen. He noticed her Dominatrix outfit lying over a chair in the bedroom. Seeing the corset and cap made him freeze. He stood there mesmerized as memories of him eagerly using his tongue on Sylvia’s pussy flooded back; his penis swelled slightly against its well-made prison.

For what seemed like half an hour, the spell finally broke, and John went to find the wash basket.

Sylvia’s underwear—a bra, pantyhose, and a couple of panties—caught his attention. He wanted to touch them; something inside him really urged him to hold them—but he shook himself off and started the wash.

There was ironing to do, so he got on with that. Halfway through ironing Sylvia’s blouses and skirts, he found his balls starting to ache in the dryer, as if he had been kicked in the groin. They throbbed, and all John could try to do was pull his scrotum as far away from the base ring as possible. The pain passed but he noticed t

That peculiar pressure between his legs intensified. John finished his chores and headed to the fridge, where he prepared a sandwich and wiped down the knives before settling onto the couch. He turned on the television and scrolled through the channels—news, sports, classic films, until MTV came up with Rihanna strutting along to an R&B beat. Without his penis swelling into his balls, they gave off a dull ache. John switched back to one of the older movies. Suddenly the phone rang. “Hi honey, how are you?” John asked. “All good on my end, John. Put the cuffs on; I want to hear them ratchet shut.” He did as she said, leaving the phone’s mouthpiece facing upward. With both hands locked and feeling a surge of excitement, he eagerly pressed the receiver back against his ear, noting that his palms felt warm. “I have some errands to run and won’t be home until about 8 PM. See you then, honey,” Sylvia concluded the call. The apartment fell silent again, save for the TV hum. John found his mind occupied solely by Sylvia. He longed for her presence beside him, to hold and kiss him. He wanted to know what she had accomplished today and how he might assist her. Tears welled up in John’s eyes; he wept like a child. Sylvia then called Rose and arranged to meet around six that evening. She spoke with her boss, securing the rest of the day off, went straight to the lawyer’s office, and handed over the document. The junior lawyer reviewed it, looking somewhat surprised. “Why is this man giving you everything? His house, his car, plus a clause for immediate access to his bank account?” Sylvia simply replied, “Well, we are engaged, as you see. I have quite a substantial inheritance coming in, so my fiancé John said he would feel more comfortable marrying soon-to-be rich woman if he trusted me with everything.” “Hmmm, rather romantic, I suppose,” the lawyer responded. “Oh, he is such a sweetie,” added Sylvia, that wicked smile returning to her face. “Also, could you please keep this envelope in your safe along with my other documents?” “No problem.” Next, Sylvia visited the jeweler and selected a modest yet pretty engagement ring for herself. It cost around $4,000 neat, though John would foot the bill. Her credit card handled it easily, and she left with a spring in her step. She met Rose, who was still feeling downhearted, and shared her good news. This lifted Rose’s spirits slightly; she replied to Sylvia, “Just don’t let him wander off.” Sylvia laughed, saying, “Oh, John isn’t the type.” “By the way, Rose,” Sylvia said with a playful expression, “is your charm bracelet strong? Have you ever lost one of its charms?” “No, it is quality silver. My grandmother was Gypsy, as you know. They made jewelry, and she crafted this piece herself from the finest old scraps they bought or stole.” Sylvia retrieved the remaining key from her purse. “Can you add this to your bracelet? We have been friends for a long time, Rose, and I know we are destined to remain lifelong companions in one way or another.” Rose took the key; it was cross-shaped with an embossed heart at its center. The locking mechanism resembled a high-security pattern. “This must be for quite a secure jewelry box,” Rose remarked. Sylvia laughed, saying, “Well, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you, but we shall see after John and I marry. Rose, I want you as my bridesmaid.” “I don’t know what to say; I am heartbroken right now, nothing seems quite right in my life,” Rose replied. Sylvia took Rose’s hand and closed her fingers over the key. “Get this attached to your bracelet, Rose, and within three months everything will change.” “Oh, time is flying!” Sylvia noted. “Come by my flat on Saturday.” They parted ways, and Sylvia made her way to a nearby sex shop. She purchased a jelly vibrator and a slutty red PVC maid’s outfit. John was experiencing a strange sensation he had never felt before. His cuffed hands were hot, and he couldn’t settle down. The collar around his neck felt warm, its lock refusing to open. He wanted out of all the devices on him—but somehow, a deeper part of him desired them to remain attached. The device restraining his cock seemed very right. Sylvia returned home. John stood up and asked how she was doing. “All good indeed; I did everything I intended today,” she said. She placed a black bag on the couch, telling John to sit down and relax. “Oh!” she suddenly called out as she headed halfway toward the kitchen. “John, go into my bedroom and lie down, okay?” “Can I have these cuffs off, please, Sylvia?” Sylvia laughed and said simply, “No!” She shooed John toward the bedroom and shut the door behind him. She closed the curtains, stripped completely naked, then donned the maid’s outfit. She looked sexy and felt it too. Starting to prepare a casserole, she placed it in the oven. Sitting down, she flicked through her phone book kept in her handbag, dialed a number, and said, “Hi Aunt Sara, how is Grandfather this week? Oh, no improvement yet; what do the doctors say? Yes, I will come up to visit you all soon.” The conversation regarding the old widower’s illness continued for a while until Sylvia broke in with her engagement news. Aunt Sara was shocked. Sylvia had boyfriends before but never got too serious about them and disliked bringing them to the estate. However, now she was asking Sara to gather the remaining family members to meet John the weekend after next. “Okay Aunt Sara, I’ll call you on Sunday; I suppose the doctors will have a clearer idea of how much longer Grandfather has by then.” Sylvia sat thinking for a moment, wondering what John was like around horses. Oh, I’ll teach him, she thought. She straightened up and adjusted her PVC dress. It fit well enough but could be improved slightly. Striding into the bedroom where John was half-asleep, he suddenly caught sight of Sylvia in another one of his old fantasies. “Oh myyy…,” John murmured, mesmerized again. “Thought you might like this; you kinky devil! Oh, I am going to have my fun with you tonight.” “You wanted the cuffs off? Well, I suppose you’ve been a good butler,” Sylvia remarked. She removed his handcuffs and pulled on John’s collar ring. He wrapped his hands around her waist, making Sylvia desire his cock. “We have half an hour before the casserole is ready; you know what to do.” She moved toward his face while John’s tongue eagerly worked her pussy. Time passed as Sylvia reached orgasm twice. The oven dinged, prompting Sylvia to tell John to set the table. “Your butler is on duty, ma’am,” John said with a smile. After finishing the heavy meal, they cuddled on the couch. Suddenly remembering her final task for the day, Sylvia had John remove his pants. She studied his scrotum and pressed her fingers around the base ring of his device. He gave a small yelp as she attempted to slide a finger under the bottom edge. “Hmmm,” she murmured, “it seems you are producing quite a lot of sperm, John. I will have to ease up on the sexy clothes and routines.” John looked so sad! Sylvia kissed his lips softly and whispered, “I love you, John. I want you, and this couple of months is going to be a trial for us both. I promise it will all be worth it; just remember that, honey.” Sylvia told John to leave and head home. As he departed, she handed him the bag containing the vibrator, instructing him not to peek inside until he reached his place. She removed his collar as well, mentioning there were papers requiring his signature at the bank. John looked concerned; Sylvia simply told him to do it or else. John left feeling like a very different man compared to 24 hours prior. He didn’t even ask where the keys were kept. Sylvia pulled one of her enforced chastity books from her handbag and began reviewing the final chapters once more. Around 10 PM, Sylvia’s phone rang. It was Rose; her voice sounded weak and thin. Rose explained that her former boyfriend Alan had been harassing her, claiming ownership of the furniture in their rented flat. Sylvia’s fertile mind worked hard as she stroked the PVC maid dress still clinging to her body.

As Rose trailed off, Sylvia turned to her and asked, ‘Rose, you and I have been best friends for a long time, don’t we?’ Rose sniffed and replied with a hesitant ‘Yes.’ ‘And do you trust me? Do you want Alan back?’ Rose’s voice sharpened as she answered, ‘I certainly do not want that bastard using my life. I want him gone, and yes, I trust you, Sylvia.’ ‘So here is the plan,’ said Sarah (mistakenly called by her own name in the dialogue). ‘Tell Alan to come over to your flat on Saturday around 3pm. I will be there first at about 10am.’ She also reminded Rose to have the key attached to her charm bracelet by then. Back home, John opened the bag and stared back at a vibrator. He realized that since he is not allowed to penetrate Sylvia until she unlocks his—or rather, her—cock, this device would help complete her satisfaction. John smiled, impressed at how quickly Sylvia could learn. That night, he went to bed with his balls still slightly achy. The next day at work passed as an ordinary normal day for John and Sylvia. They had their usual coffee without a word or glance exchanged about John’s enforced chastity. ‘Come by my place on Saturday evening, John,’ she said. John simply noted the duty ahead and left it at that. Meanwhile, Sylvia was thinking of Rose and Alan, wondering if Rose possessed enough strength to pull off what Sylvia believed was an excellent way to remove Alan from Rose’s life for good.