The Significance of Giving Without Receiving: Part Three

It seems my chapters are too long to post individually, so I’ll be sharing them in smaller batches.

Chapter 3: The Adjustment Period.

What just happened? What exactly did I agree to?

I got dressed and walked over to the front counter. Joan handed me a packet, explaining that everything I needed to know about the Fidelity Enforcer was inside, along with copies of the documents I signed today.

She wished me luck with my girl and told me to try to enjoy it.

I headed out toward my car. The device is pressing hard between my legs; I don’t think boxer shorts will work anymore. I need some better support. A jock strap would probably do, but I’m not ready to wear one 24/7. Maybe I can grab some regular briefs on the way home.

I drove past a Wal-Mart I had noticed earlier and picked up a package of men’s briefs before heading back.

“Hi, Mom! I’m home, but I’ll be leaving in a little while.”

“Hey, are you ever going to take that girl out? You talk to her every night.”

“I’m heading over there soon, Mom.”

“Who is this new girl anyway? What’s she like?”

“Well, actually, you met her before; she was my first girlfriend, Janet.”

“Janet! Oh, I really liked her. You said her mother sent her out of town, and you couldn’t stop talking about her. Even last month you mentioned wishing you could see her again. Be careful, and if you end up having sex, make sure to use a condom.”

“I know, Mom. Nothing is going to happen.”

“Just the same, I worry about you.”

“Yes, yes, Mom, I know.”

I headed to my room and locked the door. I need to take a closer look at this thing. I took off my shoes and pants.

It has seven round bars running from end to end with a curve bending down and back. There is a round piece at the end where all the bars converge, featuring a semi-oval opening for peeing through. I tried pulling it down, and my penis retracted about half an inch. Then I pulled myself backward while pushing the enforcer away from my body; I managed to pull it back another inch and a half. It needs two more inches or so, but that’s all I can do right now.

Shit, I’m stuck. I think I’m screwed.

I opened the package of briefs and put one on. It holds things up better, though my balls are pushed to the sides against my legs. Hopefully, it won’t be too bad.

As I pulled my pants up, my phone rang.

It was Janet. Shit.

“Hello, Jan.”

“Have you left yet? It’s almost eleven.”

“Yeah, I had to stop by Wal-Mart and home for a couple of minutes. I’ll be leaving in the next 15 minutes.”

“Okay, I just want to see you so badly; I can hardly stand it.”

“I know, baby, but this thing has given me quite a shock, and I’m trying to adjust. Okay?”

“So you’ll be here in twenty minutes?”

“Yeah, I’ll get there as soon as possible.”

“OK, Bye.”

I finished pulling up my pants and looked over the papers in the package; they included copies of everything I signed. There was also a page explaining what to expect from the Fidelity Enforcer, how to keep it clean, and warnings about the lock mechanism.

I put the envelope in my closet under some boxes on the shelf. I didn’t want Mom to see them. Then I headed to the bathroom.

I need to pee. Damn, have to sit like a girl; this is not right. I pulled the cage slightly and tried lining things up. With it curved, it’s hard to see the end clearly, but I think I’m aligned. I sat down and peed.

Now what? I can’t stroke myself to get out the last little bit. I shook the cage back and forth, then grabbed some paper and dried everything off. As I stood up, more urine dripped out. Damn it, this is not right. I can’t even take a decent pee. I tore a piece of paper from the roll and stuck it through the hole.

“Bye, Mom! Don’t stay up; I might be really late.”

“Okay, remember what I told you.”

“Mom, please.”

On the drive over, my mind was racing. This is just weird. One thing is for sure: wearing this device, I couldn’t impregnate anyone. I’m so screwed.

I walked up to the door with the thing hanging on me; God, it feels weird. Janet’s mom opened the door and gave me a big lip-smacking kiss as I stepped in.

“Glen, you have no idea how much I appreciate your doing this for my daughter. It makes me feel so much better about you and your intentions with Janet. Let’s go into the living room.”

Janet was standing across the room; I noticed a stack of towels on one of the end tables.

“Janet, are you going to give your boyfriend a kiss?”

She practically lounged toward me, our lips meshing and tongues entwined for what seemed like hours.

“Okay, that’s enough for now. I have an inspection to do. Janet, why don’t you sit on the couch next to me while I check out Glen?”

“Okay, Mom.” She let me go and sat down.

“Glen, stand over here and face us both. Now I need you to drop your pants.”

“What? Drop my pants? Why?”

“Don’t be shy; I’m going to see everything in two weeks anyway, unless you never want to be unlocked.”

“What do you mean? I don’t quite understand.”

“I am your Keyholder—the only one who is going to unlock your cock is me. Unless you want to stay locked up for the next four years, get over it. I need to make sure you are secured.”

It suddenly hit me: I don’t know why I hadn’t put it together before. She holds the key; only she sees the key? God, I am really, really screwed.

I dropped my pants and underwear.

“Are those new underwear?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

I heard a sharp intake of breath from Janet.

“Holy crap, Mom, what have you done to him?”

“It doesn’t harm him in the least.” She grabbed hold of the cage and pulled and twisted it, then let go.

“Now stand in front of Janet so she can see.”

I stepped over in front of her. She just looked and stared for several seconds, then put a couple of fingers under the end to pull it up, staring again before letting go.

“Damn it, Mom, what am I supposed to do with that? You said we could sleep together and do whatever we want. I can’t have sex like this.”

“Janet, my dear… Oh Glen, you can pull your pants up now. Back to what I was saying: there are many ways to have a great sexual experience and enjoy orgasm after orgasm until you can’t stand it. Intercourse is not needed. No intercourse means no pregnancy, no diseases.”

“Oh, that reminds me—do you have your health card showing you are free of any STDs?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Well, let me see it.” I handed her the card.

“Great. In six months, I need you to be retested just to make sure you haven’t picked anything up in the last couple of months.”

“There is no way I could have.”

“Doesn’t matter; in six months, get retested.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Janet, I will talk to you later tonight about the finer aspects of this situation and how it will be for your advantage in so many ways.”

“But Mom, I don’t think I have ever had an orgasm, and I don’t see how I will like this.”

“You mean to tell me that you two had sex four times over a three-week period and he didn’t give you an orgasm?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Glen, what are you—a little selfish stud—or do you not know what a woman needs from a man?”

About now, I was feeling very small. I really didn’t know what she meant; women having orgasms—I guess they do, but I just never thought of it that way. I just stood there, not knowing what to say.

“Oh honey, my child—after we talk tonight, by morning your world will look so much different. Just have faith in me, okay?”

“Yes, Mom.”

“And as for you, after tonight, I think you will find the real meaning in giving sexual pleasure, not just taking it. Well, Glen, do you think I may be right?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” What else could I say?

“Now I want you two to go out and have some fun this afternoon.” She picked up her purse and pulled out five twenties, handing them to me.

“Glen, you are to take my daughter out this afternoon and show her a good time. You can get reacquainted before just jumping into her bed. I know she loves the roller coaster and other rides down at the fairgrounds, and she hasn’t been in three years. So the two of you go out here and have some fun.

“Glen, don’t expect me to pay for any more of your dates; this is a one-time thing to thank you for caring so much about protecting Janet. I’m old-fashioned when it comes to dating; I expect the man to pay for the date.”

“Open the doors, pull out chairs, and basically act like a gentleman. Understood?”

Gulp. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“I’ll see you two back at six for dinner. Now get going.” As we turn to leave, she swats my behind and it feels like she gave an extra squeeze.

We walk out to my car; I open the door for her, let her in, and close it before heading around to the driver’s side. I notice the living room curtains settling back into place as I circle the vehicle. Not only am I locked up tight in this thing, but now her mother is trying to retrain my entire personality. Sorry, but chivalry really does suck.

I get in, fasten my belt, and we start our journey.

“Glen, honey, you don’t mind me calling you ‘honey,’ do you? Now that we are officially a couple.”

“Not at all.” “Sweetie.”

“‘Sweetie’? Ah, I kind of like ‘Honey.’” I’m thinking: Oh my god, what’s next? Being called honey and opening doors for women? I guess I’m supposed to open doors for every female from now on. Next thing you know, they’ll expect me to lay my coat across a puddle.

“‘Sweetie’.”

“Yes, Honey.”

“Is this what you want to do, go to the fairgrounds?”

“Oh yeah, I haven’t been on an amusement park ride in three years. Honey, don’t you think it will be fun?”

“Sure, it’s been a while for me too. Just being with you is all I need for fun. I just hope this cage doesn’t get in the way.”

“Oh, honey, I didn’t think about that. How does it feel, and what do you think of it?”

“Well, it feels weird; it doesn’t seem to weigh as much as it looks like it would, but it’s just different. Frank says it takes a couple of days to get used to the way it feels. I just hope no one can tell there’s something hanging under my pants.”

“I couldn’t really tell when you were standing up; looked like maybe there was a slight bulge, but you’d have to look closely. If you didn’t know what it was, you might think you’re just a little bit bigger than most guys.”

We didn’t talk much more on the way over. I pulled into a parking spot and got out of the car, noticing she just sat there in her seat. Oh shit. I go around to open the door; she swings her legs out and holds out her hand. Oh, this is getting ridiculous. I take her hand and help her out, close the door, and press the remote. She puts her arm through my inside elbow, grabs my hand, and snuggles next to me as we walk toward the gate. Well, I guess it isn’t too bad. Maybe I’ll have to learn to be more courteous to her—and her MOM.

We get to the ticket booth and I pay for the unlimited ride package for both of us. We walk in with her arm around my waist; I put mine around her, leaving my hand low on her hip.

“Honey, could we go on the roller coaster first? The line is still fairly short, and then we can get something to eat. This way my stomach won’t be churning right after eating.” She had a point—riding a roller coaster after eating could indeed be hazardous.

“Sure, Sweetie, anything you want.” She screamed just after the first drop and didn’t stop until it stopped.

“Honey, that was great! We’ll have to go again before we leave.” Girls scream like they’re being killed, but they’re having fun. I will never understand females.

We get a couple of corn dogs and chili fries. That’s what she wanted; don’t blame me.

Afterwards, we went on a few more rides.

“Honey, I need to go to the ladies’ room, okay?”

“Sure, I need to go too.”

“Okay, meet you back in the middle here.”

I walk in. Now what do I do? I head for a stall; damn these doors don’t stay locked. I wipe off the seat, put a paper cover on it, pull down my pants, and sit down. Oh wait—I still have paper shoved through the hole. Pulled out the wet paper. Good thing I put it there otherwise I would’ve had wet pants. I finish up, put in a new piece of paper, pull up my pants, wash my hands, and exit.

“Hi, honey.”

“Hi, sweetie.”

“Honey, can I ask you a personal question?”

“At this point, I don’t think there’s anything too personal you could ask me.”

“Well, with that thing on, how do you pee? Can you stand up at one of those urinals or what?”

“I probably could at a urinal, but someone might notice what’s on me. So I just go into a stall and sit down; otherwise, I might spray everywhere.”

“Oh, that will make Mom happy.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, if you sit down, you won’t be leaving the seat up, and you won’t get pee everywhere.”

“Oh, I guess you’re right; my mom is always yelling at me to put the seat back down.”

Then it was off to the “rip-you-off” game area.

“I’m sorry, Sweetie, but after 20 bucks, I think we should quit. Why don’t I just buy you a stuffed animal?”

“Okay.” I know these games are rigged near-impossible to win anything worth over 25 cents.

We went on some more rides and walked through the Tunnel of Love twice. She told me this is just a warm-up for tonight as we kissed. All the while, this cage forces my balls out to the sides and rubs against my legs, which I think are getting chafed; I’m going to have to find a solution. It feels so weird.

It was about five when she said she wanted another ride on the roller coaster. So we headed over; the line was much longer. At 5:40, she screamed her head off again. Then we headed out, buying her a stuffed bear at the exit. She said thanks, “honey,” and gave me a big kiss. We practically skipped to the car holding hands. I had to admit it was a fun afternoon.

Again, I opened her door and let her get in then closed her door before getting in myself. I guess it’s not that bad holding doors open. I don’t know about throwing a good jacket over a puddle, though. She pulled her cell out of her purse—or bag? I’m not sure what to call it; I guess a large purse.

“Hi, Mom! We’re just leaving. We have to make a quick stop, so we should be there in 20 to 25 minutes.” “Okay, Mom, see you soon.”

“Where are we stopping?” I ask.

“We need to pick up your toothbrush; if you’re spending the night, you’ll need one.”

“Oh yeah, guess so. Didn’t think of that.”

“That’s what I figured—a typical man.” We drove back to her house, stopping at the drug store for my toothbrush. All the while, she kept saying what a great time she had and was looking forward to tonight. She said she needed to talk to her mom about how this would all work. Hell, I wanted to know that myself; I have no idea how either of us are going to be satisfied.

Pulled into her driveway, got out of the car, and she is patiently sitting there. I briskly walk over, open her door, and help her out. As I’m turning around, I notice the drapes moving back toward the center of the window. She grabs my hand as we walk up to the door. I open it for her and step into the smell of spaghetti and fresh-baked bread. Did it smell great.

“Mom, we’re back!”

“I’m in the kitchen; dinner will be ready in about 5 minutes. Just have to finish the garlic toast.” We walk into the kitchen. She still has her robe on from this morning with an apron over it. I wondered if she ever got dressed today.

“Why don’t you two go up and wash your hands and face, and I’ll set the table?”

“Okay, Mom! Come on, Glen—Honey—let’s get cleaned up.”

We went up to the hall bathroom; it has a double sink, standard toilet, and a fairly large tub with a shower. I’m thinking two people could sit in that tub and be nice and cozy. I start getting hard. Glen, stop thinking these things or you’re going to get sore, I think to myself. I settled back down.

We went down to the dining room; she set a great table, lit candles, what looked like crystal glassware, really nice china with a rose design.

“Glen, would you like coffee, tea, soda, milk, or something else?”

“Mrs. Watson, could I have a cup of coffee, black, and a glass of ice water? If that’s not asking too much.”

“No, not at all; why don’t you come in and help bring out the food?”

“Ma’am, this looks terrific and smells great.”

We sit down, and Mrs. Watson says grace—a standard Catholic blessing. Then we pass everything around: garden salad with croutons and bacon bits and dressing; spaghetti of course, with meat sauce already mixed in; and garlic bread.

“Mrs. Watson, this is great; are the breads homemade?”

“Oh, you can tell. I lov

“e to make bread makes the house smell wonderful.” We chit chat over dinner talking about the what we did this afternoon, I tell her I still have a little over 20 dollars left, tells me to spend it on her daughter. We finish dinner, and start to pick things up, put the extra food away. “Janet, I’m going to go and find a movie to watch, can you and Glen finish cleaning up.” “Ok mom.” We start to rinse off the plates, when Janet tells me she needs to take a bath and get all the dust off from today and asks if I can finish to dishes. What could I do, Ok, I tell her. “Oh and the china and crystal have to be hand washed and dried. Thanks Honey.” Damn I figured I put everything in the dishwasher turn it on and be done. I fill the sink with warm water and soap and finish things up. I just finished and walked into the living room, when she walks down. Wearing a semi see thru light blue teddy with matching panties also semi transparent and a sheer matching robe over it. I was in pain she looked like a goddess. Came over and gave me a kiss. “Glen you smell really dusty, you need to go and take a shower.” “Oh, yeah, I guess, I guess your right, um.” I was tongue tied. My mind was swirling. Here’s her mom with her daughter half naked with me standing there. Her new boyfriend, about to spend the night with her daughter in her bed. It felt really, really weird. “Glen did you think to bring anything to change into.” “No Mrs. Watson I didn’t think of it.” “That’s ok, I’m sure Jan can find something of hers for you to wear. Just go on up put the stuff from your pockets on Jan’s dresser and I’ll wash your clothes tonight.” Ok, Ma’am.” And I do as they say. Then walked down to the bathroom. I turn on the shower and adjust the temperature, strip my clothes off and step in. This is the first time I have to clean the cage. About that time the door opens. “Hi honey, I’ll take your clothes down to the laundry room. I really couldn’t find much for you to wear that would fit you so I hope this nightgown will be ok.” Then she quickly leaves and closes the door. Nightgown, a woman’s nightgown, Oh my god what is next. Cleaning the cage wasn’t hard, getting around the ring though was more of a challenge, thankfully they have a showerhead with a hose on it. I finished up and dried off, dried the cage and my genitals as much as possible. The information packet said to use a blow dryer to get yourself completely dry. Found a dryer in one of the cabinet drawers, plugged it in and turned it on, was getting way to hot turned it down and pulled it back form me. Finished up felt nice and dry. I forgot the lube at home, but found some hand lotion on the counter and put some on. Felt much better with it being able to slip back forth. Oh crap the nightgown, at least it’s a cotton one and not some thin silky thing. It came down almost to my knees. Low cut in the front, sleeveless and has thin shoulder straps. I look in the mirror and cringe. I left my comb on the bedroom dresser, so I pick up her brush, start combing, brushing, whatever my hair. I can’t wear this make me look really stupid, I walk to the top of the stairs and yell out. “Janet, I can’t wear this it makes me look stupid.” “Well, Glen, Honey you have two choices wear the nightgown, or nothing at all, mom says she doesn’t care and it won’t bother her. We run around the house naked all the time anyways.” “Well can’t I put my old clothes back on?” “Glen, come on now, they’re dirty, just come on down.” I leave the night gown on. I enter the living room. Mrs. Watson now is wearing a short off white silky nightgown showing plenty of cleavage the bottom just hits the top of her knees, at least it’s not see thru. Janet is sitting on the near side and Mrs. Watson on the other end, the couch was made to sit three people. Janet pats the middle of the couch and tells me to sit down, we’re going to watch a movie, she says. I sit between them, the lights had been turned down and the TV was set up for a dvd. The movie was some chick flick tear jerker. Janet had her hand on my leg and was slowly working her hand up. I was desperately trying not to get hard. In the meantime her mom laid her head on my shoulder and pulled my arm around her neck. My hand was just above her breast and I was trying to keep from touching her. I felt extremely uncomfortable. About 30 minutes into the movie, Jan’s mom decided to pause the movie and asked if we wanted some ice cream, I practically screamed I did. Anything to disrupt what was happening. She got up and told us she would be back in a few minutes. When she stood up the nightgown pulled half way between her waist and knees, It just barely covered her ass. “Janet what is going on your mom is all over me.” “Oh don’t worry, she hasn’t had a date or anything since dad was killed 5 years ago, and I guess she’s feeling a little giddy with a man in the house. Just go with it she’s just trying feel a little bit better about herself. Why don’t you kiss her, which will help her feel like a woman again. I mean you got that thing on you. You can’t do much else, and it would cheer her up.” “You really don’t mind?” “She’s 35 years old, and I know she’s not going to steal you from me. So, I’m saying if she wants you to get a little frisky, it’s ok.” “What about you, you want me to get frisky with you.” “Oh yeah, but we have all night, and tomorrow.” About then she came back with a tray of ice cream, handed us each a bowl and sat down with her leg almost over mine. She pushed the remote to lower the light and turned on the movie. We finished the ice cream as the movie was playing. She took my bowl and spoon and bent over my lap to set them on the coffee table. When she came back up she kissed my cheek, I turned my head and she started kissing me. I started kissing back, our tongues started to battle to see whose could get deepest into the others mouth, I lost. Somehow my hand reached her breast and started to massage it. I was in pain, but didn’t care, somehow my cock stopped getting hard and the pain lessened. I was still trying to get hard but couldn’t it seemed like I was stuck just at the point of pain, but getting softer at the same time, then harder and softer, my body I guess was adjusting. After a couple of minutes she broke off and sat up. “Thank you so much Glen, I just needed a little male attention, don’t take it seriously.” Then she sat back and watched the movie, her hand never left my leg. Then Jan started on me. What is a man to do? The movie finished around 10:30. Janet told her mom we were going to bed now. “Janet, remember what I told you earlier.” “Yes, mom, I will definitely try it.” “Come on, Glen Honey, let’s go.” I got up and helped her to her feet, like a gentleman, and then she led me to the slaughter.