Understanding Giving And Receiving In Chapter Eight

Chapter 8: Unlock Day Has Arrived I woke up the next morning as sunlight hit my eyes. Jan wasn’t there, and the clock read 7:30. I got out of bed, headed to the bathroom for my morning routine, and brushed my teeth. The speedos were still on me. The ladies think I look silly wearing them, but they say I’m cute in a pair of Jan’s panties—what are they hinting at? Well, since everyone is usually naked anyway, I took mine off and walked downstairs. I heard Jan talking to her mom, so I decided to listen in.

“Mom, why can’t I be here?” “We’ve discussed this before. You aren’t supposed to be together when he’s unlocked, and you definitely shouldn’t see the key.” “But Mom, you’re going to be there, and you want some alone time with him. I’m still having trouble trusting you after what happened in those last few episodes.” “Jan dear, I am wearing this chastity belt myself, so even if I wanted to do something, your holding the key means I can’t really get involved with him anyway.” “When will I get mine? So I can take care of MY BOYFRIEND properly.” “The measuring kit arrived yesterday. We’ll take measurements this afternoon and email them to Neosteel. It takes eight weeks for it to be made and shipped out.” “That’s a long time—that means you’re going to handle my boyfriend four, maybe five times while I wait. That isn’t fair, Mom.” “You agreed to these terms two weeks ago, so get used to it. At least I’m getting you your own belt soon so you can take over yourself. Isn’t that better than waiting another four years?” “How do I know you won’t do something else with him when he’s unlocked? Something you said no to.” “I don’t have much choice while locked up like this anyway. What exactly am I supposed to be doing with him then?” “Well, you could give him a blow job, which is one thing I definitely want anyone else giving him.” “You told me you didn’t think you could handle having a cock in your mouth before.” “Maybe I’ll get over it now. If not, he’ll just have to go without. How can you be sure you won’t give him that yourself?” “What do you want me to do? Set up a camera to record everything or what?” “Well, that’s an idea. You could use that WIFI camera and record everything on the laptop.” “Whatever. We’ll figure it out when the time comes. I have to get back to making breakfast; go wake Glen up and tell him he has ten minutes.” That was my signal to head back upstairs. It is amazing how quiet you can be walking in bare feet. I just made it to the top of the stairs, turned around as if coming down again when Jan started heading up and spotted me.

“Oh good, you’re awake. Breakfast will be ready in ten minutes. Why don’t you help me set the table?” “Okay, Sweetie.” My god, what is happening next? Now they want to record me naked while I get off or do whatever else they think might happen. I guess she could be the one getting recorded while I retreat to another room and take care of myself. It sounded like Jan thinks her mom is going to go down on me or something. I don’t quite understand, since she’s wearing that chastity belt herself. Maybe she could give me a blowjob though. You know what? At this point, I wouldn’t mind it at all—in fact, anytime really; I probably wouldn’t pass up the chance to have sex with her either. With my head spinning like this, maybe they’re right keeping me locked up. I’d likely cheat on Jan anyway. What is wrong with me? I just enjoy sex. I just want out of this thing because I am so damn horny, and listening to them made it even worse.

“Good morning Joyce. It looks like we are setting the table.” “Great! It will only be a few more minutes. Be sure to get the butter and pancake syrup out.” We sat down for breakfast: pancakes, eggs, and sausage. Joyce asked, “Glen, when am I going to get this off of you?” “What? Get what off of me, Glen? What are you talking about?” Oh, now she wants to play games with me too. “This Fidelity Enforcer that’s locked on. It has been two weeks.” “Oh, right! That thing. I almost forgot you had it on. After seeing you wear it for the last couple of weeks, it just starts looking like a normal part of your body now. I guess in an hour or so—so long as you mind your P’s and Q’s. P’s and Q’s? Never heard that one before; could tell what it actually meant then either. I think it is some kind of British saying. We finished breakfast, and I got the cleanup duty while the girls went upstairs to talk. Jan didn’t even pretend to help me with the dishes. I guess this is my new life for the next four years unless I manage an escape. But where would I go? This is basically the same conversation I had with myself last night, ending up in the exact same place. What’s that saying: ‘If you keep doing the same thing over and over, getting the same results each time, but expect a different outcome then you’re crazy.’ Well, that’s an understatement; look at me agreeing to be locked inside this contraption. I am definitely crazy. I finished cleaning up and walked upstairs to see what was going on. The women were in Joyce’s room; they seemed to be arranging the bed sheets in a specific way. “Come on in, Janet and I are getting things set up. Janet doesn’t fully trust me being alone with you yet, so we’re setting it all up so she feels more comfortable while watching through the camera. Why don’t you go into the bathroom and empty your bladder? It will be a long time before you get another chance.” I went in to pee. What does she mean by not having a chance for a while? “Glen, come over here and lie down on the bed.” Now this sounds interesting so I lay back. Joyce took my hand and pulled it toward the top of the bed; I felt something going around my wrist and heard that familiar ratcheting sound. Oh no! I’m getting handcuffed. “Hey, what’s happening?” She grabbed my other hand, trying to pull it up to cuff it as well, but I resisted by pulling back a little. “Glen, cooperate if you want some relief today; otherwise it will be another two weeks before I unlock you.” So I relaxed my arm and let her handcuff me properly. “See? This is the only way I can safely take off your Enforcer without letting you see the key in case you refuse to put it back on afterward. Well, there goes my escape plan. Now do I have to cuff your legs too, or are you going to cooperate?” There didn’t seem much point resisting since she already had me handcuffed to the bed and was holding all the keys. “I’ll cooperate.” “Great! Okay Janet, let’s get that camera and laptop set up.” Oh no—they’re definitely recording. I’m being recorded while handcuffed to the bed, completely naked. If this ever gets out there, my life is over. “What do you mean by ‘camera’?” “Honey, because Jan can’t be here right now, it’s the only way to keep her mom honest with me too. After I review the recording later, I’ll delete it. Besides, Mom will also appear in the footage naked wearing that chastity belt; she probably doesn’t want word getting out about that either.” “Okay, whatever. Seems like I don’t really have a choice anyway.” They set up the camera on a tripod to my left and pointed it toward my upper half. The laptop was placed on the dresser. Everything turned on, and I could see myself clearly from face down to my cage. “Well Janet, that should do it nicely. You hold onto my keys; don’t lose them.” “Ok Mom, I still don’t like it one bit.” “We can always keep him locked up until your new belt arrives in eight weeks or so.” “Ladies please! I cannot go another day let alone two months!” Janet pleaded. “Janet please, I promise I won’t let her do anything she isn’t supposed to with me while you’re watching.” “Honey give us a break; you are handcuffed to the bed right now—you couldn’t stop her even if you wanted to (though which is something I’m sure you wouldn’t want).” Janet turned back. “Mom, what exactly isn’t she allowed to do with me?” Having overheard their earlier chat, I basically knew what answer would come out of Jan’s mouth but wanted to hear it directly from her. “Not have sex with you—which includes vaginal intercourse and anal penetration—as well as oral pleasure (a blow job). My cock is not supposed to go into any body opening other than hers.” “Janet, are we done now?” “Yes Mom I guess. Now I’m going!” She bent over and gave me a tongue-invading kiss. Right then my hardness became so intense it hurt like hell; I couldn’t keep control of myself anymore. “You behave yourself! I’ll see you later.” “Ok Jan, see you soon enough,” she replied walking out the door minutes later until we heard it close behind her. Meanwhile Joyce went into her closet presumably to retrieve THE key for unlocking my device. She placed a towel over my face covering my eyes. “I will remove this towel as soon I get your Enforcer off and place the

I went in and turned it, then there was a clicking noise. Another turn of the key brought another loud click. “Damn Glen, you’re so hard you’re stuck in the cage. I’ll be back in a couple of minutes; try to settle down.” I lay there trying to calm myself. At least the pain is gone now.

I feel something very cold on my balls. “What are you doing? I’m freezing!” “Just some frozen corn. This should get you soft enough to remove the cage. Look, it’s already working.” I feel the cage being taken off, then the ice pack removed, and finally she takes the towel from my face.

I instantly go hard again. “Oh my.” “What? What’s wrong?” “Nothing at all. Nothing at all. Now I see why Janet wants you.” She starts stroking my cock with her hand, just barely touching me and going really slowly.

“Glen, while I get you started here, I’m going to tell you the rules. Number one—the most important one: You are not to come until I say it’s okay. You must tell me when you’re getting close so I can stop. If you come before I give permission, you will receive an additional four weeks locked up, bringing the total to six weeks.” Now I’m really disliking this; how can I tell her to stop when I’m about to burst? “Well, those are the rules. It’s only one rule, but it’s the biggest one. Do you understand?”

“Yes Ma’am. I am not to get off until you say I can.” “Great. But before we start, I need to shave you.” “No, oh no! I don’t want to be shaved.” “Glen, it makes it much easier to put your device back on if you’re shaved. Besides, both Janet and I are clean-shaven except for my small patch on top. Just stay there while I get the razor and shaving cream.” She heads to the bathroom to retrieve the supplies.

“Joyce, please don’t! I don’t want to be shaved. You and Janet didn’t have to shave either; I don’t mind hair.” “Glen, stop whining. It’s just a little hair removal. No one will see it but me and Janet.” She takes a pair of scissors and trims my hair close to the skin. “Please don’t.” “Fine! Then I’ll put the cage back on, and you can wait another two weeks.” She starts to get up.

“Okay, okay! Go ahead and shave me.” “That’s better. I don’t want to hear one more word about not getting shaved. Be a man and stop whining.” She grabs the shaving cream and smooths it on. I hope she knows what she is doing and doesn’t cut me. I keep my mouth shut for five minutes, letting her do her work. “There, nice and smooth.” She takes a warm wet cloth and washes me down. “Now that wasn’t so bad, was it? Now we can get started.”

She puts some oil on her hand and starts stroking me real softly and slowly. It’s only a minute before I’m ready to explode. “Joyce! I can’t take any more without cumming.” “Okay, I’ll stop for now. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” What is she doing? I don’t mind her jerking me off; if I want to come, I suppose I have to let her. But she’s not getting me off—just teasing me.

“Well, have we settled down yet? You’re still hard as ever, so I guess not. Why don’t you suck on these just to relieve some tension?” She bends over and presses her tits into my face. This is not going to relieve any tension for me. “Come on now! Start sucking. You’re not getting me off for free. I need a lot of attention, and I want you to get me good and horny.” I start licking and sucking on her breasts. She keeps switching them back and forth. It’s not calming me down at all. I start thinking of chess moves while I suck and nibble. Joyce starts moaning. “Oh Glen! That feels great. Just keep going for a little longer.” I’m not thinking straight; I keep making the same chess moves over and over again. It’s distracting but not helping. I give in and keep working on her breasts. She is panting; I think she is actually getting off. Shit, that camera is on! If she gets off, we’re both in trouble, and I won’t get the cage off for another eight weeks.

“Joyce, we need to stop before you go too far. I don’t want to be locked up for eight weeks straight.” “Okay, we’ll continue with my tits later. Let’s see what I can do for you now; don’t let it get too far.” She starts massaging my balls lightly at first, then squeezes harder and harder until it hurts. “Joyce! That hurts.” “I know this should settle you down a little.” She just keeps squeezing tighter. “Yes, that seems to have done it; you’re getting a little softer. Good—now I can get you hard again.” She puts some lotion on her hands and starts rubbing me up and down very slowly and lightly. It has its effect, and I’m rock-hard again. Only a minute passes before I yell out—I am about to come.

“That’s good; I see some precum oozing out. Now that is exactly what I want you to do: be just about there when you tell me to stop. My tits need more attention.” She bends over, and I start sucking again until she pants and we both signal to stop. “You know this will work out nicely; we can both get almost there, and I can go back and forth like this for a long time.” Then she grabs my balls and starts squeezing until I begin to soften. “Oh good! Now I can start on your cock again.” She begins stroking me once more. “That’s it—get good and hard; just let me know when to stop.” It only takes a minute before I’m about to come again. “You better stop.”

“Great! You learn real quick, and there is more precum oozing out.” She uses her finger to wipe the end of my cock and puts it in her mouth. “I haven’t tasted that in years. Have you ever tasted yourself, Glen?” Shit—what is she thinking? She wouldn’t! “Well, speak up.”

“No Ma’am.” “For the rest of today, I think you should address me as ‘Ma’am.’ As for whether you will find out how your taste compares to mine, we’ll just see how things go.” I was starting to get soft again. “Well, it’s time for my reward now. What do you think? Do you want to suck on my tits some more?”

“Yes Ma’am.” “That’s a good boy. Now start sucking and nibble a little now and then—it sends tingles up and down my spine.” I start sucking again. This back-and-forth continues: me almost there, then getting to suck her breasts again. It goes on for a couple of hours until she decides to take a break. “Well, I’ll be back in 20 to 30 minutes; don’t go anywhere. Just think about how you’re going to satisfy Janet tonight.” Then she bends over and gives me a kiss. “Now say thank you.”

“Thank you.” “‘Thank you’? What?” I gulp. “Thank you, Ma’am.” “That’s better.” She turns and leaves.

I am so worked up I can’t handle much more of this, but what can I do? When I get close, I start to feel tingly all over—a sensation that hasn’t happened regularly since I was 12 or 13. Now it is happening repeatedly, yet I still haven’t been able to come and achieve that ultimate feeling.

I lay there for what seems like an eternity, getting real soft again while trying not to think about what will happen next. She finally returns; I hope she gets me off soon. “Well Glen, are you ready to come, or should we just keep going like the last session?”

“I’m definitely ready Ma’am! Please get me off.” “Oh, I like that begging. I think I will just keep things going for a while longer.” She starts kissing me and swirling her tongue with mine. Then she reaches down and begins to lightly stroke me. It doesn’t take long to get hard again; a few minutes later, I am on the edge. I tell her to stop. Then she scoots up and puts her tits in my face so I start sucking again until she pants. “Well Glen, Janet didn’t say I couldn’t titty fuck you.” She grabs some lotion and applies plenty of it. Then she slides down and places my cock between those wonderful breasts of hers, sliding up and down. This feels wonderful—almost like being inside a pussy.

“I’m about to come Ma’am! You need to stop.” “It’s okay; I’ve tortured you enough for today,” she says, speeding up. I try to hold back, but it just overpowers me. I start tingling all over as I shoot over her boobs and my stomach. I have never felt anything that intense before in my life—God, it felt great.

She rubs her tits into the spunk on my stomach, then scoots back up and puts them right in my face. “It’s time you started to suck on my breasts properly now,” she says.

“Now I want you to make sure they’re completely clean.” My breathing is still ragged as I try to recover. She presses her left breast against my mouth; it seems like that one had the most on it. There’s no avoiding it now, so I lick and suck. The taste isn’t terrible, though not exactly pleasant either. Once she’s cleaned off with a few licks, she shifts her right breast over for me to do the same. It wasn’t what I expected to be doing, but they are clean now, and I begin sucking and nibbling again. This continues for another ten minutes as she guides my attention from one side to the other, her breathing getting deeper until it turns into panting. She instructs me to keep biting and sucking at her nipple. After working on her for about five more minutes, she starts moaning and grunting, her breath becoming short and shallow.

“Oh yes, that feels so wonderful, oh yes.” She has an orgasm; I didn’t realize women could achieve one just through breast stimulation. Honestly, two weeks ago I barely even thought of women having orgasms at all. Hopefully, Janet doesn’t figure out she came—though she will since everything is recorded. Joyce rolls onto her side beside me and gives me a long, wet kiss that lasts for another five minutes.

“Glen, I know I shouldn’t have done it, but once you got me going, I couldn’t stop. It’s been years since I’ve had a breast orgasm.” She admits this isn’t the most conventional way to climax, but it works well enough. “I’m going to grab a washcloth and clean you up. Just stay right there until I get back.” Where else would I go? I am still handcuffed to the bed. I didn’t answer, just lying there while she headed toward the bathroom. I could hear her urinating and then flushing. I was thinking about how difficult it is for me to pee without dripping; she probably has a harder time with that shield covering her pussy. She returns with both a washcloth and a towel, wiping down my stomach, cock, and balls. Honestly, I never really thought of my penis as a “cock” before—usually just a “dick,” which feels less erotic—but now it seems like the right word. While she cleans me up, I was limp like a wet noodle, but now I’m starting to get hard again. She deliberately wraps the washcloth around my cock and rubs it up and down my shaft. Then she drops the cloth and uses her hand, stroking lightly along my entire length and occasionally squeezing my balls.

“Glen dear, I have a proposal for you.” Her voice is calm. “I can lock you back in now, or continue until we get to that edge again—but no climaxing today. Or, I can tease you for a bit before letting you come, but then you’ll be locked up for four weeks before your next release. What do you want me to do?” Shit. It feels so good with her hand on me; I know I won’t cum for at least five minutes if not longer—probably much longer because this feels incredible. Two weeks was hard enough, let alone four. I’m unsure if I can handle being teased like this without permission to climax.

“If you don’t answer soon, I’ll get you off the bed and lock you up for those four weeks,” she warns.

“Just keep rubbing me a little but don’t let me come yet. Four weeks is too long; I barely survived two.” She increases her pressure, spitting on her hand and my cock to help with the friction as she rubs harder and faster. It only takes three or four minutes before I tell her to stop.

“I’ll be back shortly. Just lie there and relax; it’s going to be a long afternoon.” Oh, right, it must be noon now. How long has this been going on? We started at 9:30. After ten more minutes of silence with Joyce gone, I go soft again.

“I called Janet and told her we’d need another couple of hours,” she says as she returns. “See you’ve settled back down. Let me see if I can fix that situation.” She grabs some lotion and starts rubbing my cock again; it becomes hard in seconds. She lies down next to me and begins kissing me once more.

“Glen, you have no idea how good this feels for me,” she whispers against my ear. “I just love holding your cock in my hand. It’s a good thing I’m wearing this belt, or I don’t think I could control myself.” She keeps her voice low so Janet doesn’t hear from the other room.

“If you say anything to her about what I’m telling you right now, I will deny everything,” she adds. “Glen, these past two weeks have made me feel wonderful. Even though you’re Janet’s boyfriend, I love how you make me feel, and this moment feels so right.” All the while, she continues stroking my cock—not too hard, not too soft—it feels like heaven. She starts nibbling on my ear, sending chills down my body.

“Shit,” I think. “I don’t think I can handle much more of this.”

“Joyce, please stop now! I really can’t take anymore!”, I say aloud.

“Okay, but remember: even if you cum accidentally, it will still be four weeks.” She continues licking and nibbling my ear. “The thing is, if you come by accident, I’ll unlock you in two weeks only to torment you again before locking you back up without letting you climax.”

She kisses me more deeply then moves down to my neck, chest, and starts sucking on one of my breasts while biting it gently. I didn’t know I could feel this much pleasure from having a breast sucked; tingles are spreading through my body. She grabs my cock again and resumes stroking. I was completely lost in the sensation—it felt so good that nothing else mattered anymore. I just wanted it to last forever, immersed entirely in pleasure.

She comes back up and kisses me deeply, her tongue exploring inside my mouth. Then she speeds up the strokes on my shaft. Suddenly, I feel it coming; I can’t hold it back. I try to pull away from her mouth but it’s too late—I erupt.

“Oh god, oh no, not now!” It felt fantastic, but now I’m looking at four weeks of confinement. She stops kissing me and looks down at her hand sliding up my shaft, catching most of the cum.

“Well Glen,” she asks with a smile, “why didn’t you stop me?”

“I tried,” I reply breathlessly, “but you were kissing me so well that I couldn’t.”

“Okay, let’s clean off your hand.” She brings her hand up to my face and presses it against my mouth. “Open wide and lick me clean.”, she instructs. There was nothing else for me to do; I opened up and licked her palm until it was spotless.

She gets up and retrieves a fresh washcloth, cleaning the rest of us off.

“Well Glen,” she says, standing back slightly, “I guess that does it for today.” She prepares to put my Fidelity Enforcer cage back on. After climaxing twice in less than thirty minutes, I am soft again, figuring it will take me at least ten minutes to recover and get hard once more—plenty of time to secure the cage.

“I cleaned out my cage earlier so it would be ready for you,” she explains. “Let me put some lotion inside the cage and on your cock.” She slides the ring over, pushing my balls through while guiding my cock into the opening. She definitely knows what she’s doing; it takes less than twenty seconds. She positions the cage correctly and slides it up my shaft, using her finger to press my skin down away from underneath the rim until I hear that distinct double click of locking. It is all over in under a minute.

She leaves for a couple of minutes then returns to the closet. I hear her fumbling with the safe before hearing it click shut securely.

“Since I told Janet we’d need at least another hour,” she says, grabbing the key from the dresser and unlocking my arms, “why don’t you let me take these handcuffs off so we can neck for a while?”

Oh, that feels good. I swing my arms down and rub my wrists as Joyce moves to the other side of the bed and climbs in, lying on her back.

“Glen,” she calls out, “come over here and lie on top of me.” I obey, and she starts kissing me again while grabbing my ass and giving it a squeeze. She rolls onto her side, pulling me with her. Throughout this, she kisses me deeply with that tongue of hers swirling around, trying to deepen the kiss. She slides her lower leg between mine while placing her upper leg over my other one. I decide to grab her ass and massage it.

Now her back is turned toward the camera, so I figure I might be able to get a finger in there without being seen too clearly—the rod gets pushed aside fairly easily by the movement. While no cock could fit that way, a finger isn’t difficult at all. I start moving my finger in and out while flexing my knuckle.

“Glen, what are you doing? Oh well,” she says with an amused shrug, “I don’t care anymore.

“Just keep going.” Then she attacks my mouth again. I manage to break free and start nibbling her ear. “Oh yes, just keep going, it feels so good. Janet is going to kill me, but it feels damn good,” She starts panting, and only a few more minutes pass before she peaks; her body shakes and trembles for about a minute or two. I decide we’ve both had enough and pull my finger out.

“Joyce, I think we’d better stop and get cleaned up. Jan is going to kill us both as it is. Although, I don’t want her torturing us before our deaths.”

“Okay, you’re right; we are both in trouble,” I said. “I promised four weeks, and it still stands. I just hope Janet doesn’t make you wait until she gets her belt. I’m not sure she’ll let me be alone with you again. Let’s get up, go downstairs, and I’ll call Janet to come home.”

We head downstairs wearing nothing but our devices. It only takes Jan five minutes before she walks through the door.

She comes over and gives me a huge kiss. “Glen, do you have any energy left for me?”

I lie. “Yeah, plenty left. Why don’t we sit down for a while? Have you had lunch yet?”

“Not really, just a snack bar. Do you want to help me make some sandwiches? Wait a minute, something is different about you. Oh my, Mom shaved you. She told me she might; I just didn’t think she would. What do you think about it?”

“What’s there to think? I didn’t have a say in the matter; she just did it. I guess it will be alright. I’ll see how it feels in a few days. You mentioned lunch.”

“Do you want to give me a hand making lunch?”

“Sure, Sweetie.” I’m hoping she doesn’t look at the video until next week when I’m not here.

“Glen, can you grab paper plates out of the cupboard and a bag of chips. So how did it go this morning?” Now that is a loaded question.

“It went okay; I think I can make another two weeks.”

“Great, let’s get sandwiches made and we’ll talk about everything while eating; I’m starved.” We make the sandwiches, grab a bag of chips, and head out to the patio where Joyce is. She seems to be avoiding Jan.

“Hi Mom, we’ve made lunch; did everything go okay?”

“It went wonderfully, although Glen can’t get off again for the next four weeks.”

“Why’s that? Did he screw up somehow?”

Yep, I told him he couldn’t come a second time unless he wanted to extend his relief. Well, he just couldn’t help himself.”

“So Glen is going to be locked up for the whole four weeks?”

“No, he’s going to get teased really bad and then locked back up without any real relief in two weeks. Glen, that’s what we agreed on, right?”

“Yes Joyce; I don’t have a choice, do I?”

“No, I guess you don’t. You must admit that this was the best orgasm of your life.”

“Well yeah, I suppose that’s true. But four more weeks… I’ll never make it.”

“You should have thought about that when you told me to continue. Just think: if two weeks was this good, what do you think it will be like after four? See, you never knew how good things can be with a little bit of denial. The male body starts to crave it so much; when it finally happens, your body just explodes. If you were jerking off every day that would never happen. By denying yourself, you end up with something far better.” I had to agree; it was the best orgasm I’d had since I was twelve, when everything was new.

“I guess if you put it that way… It was a lot of fun.”

“See Janet? It’s working out just fine. Glen is starting to realize how good he has it now. By wearing the Enforcer, he gets to sleep with you and caress your whole body, giving you great orgasms, while learning how to really make a woman happy and content. Those are lessons that would have taken him years to learn if ever. Glen, you must admit that two weeks ago you had no idea how to satisfy a woman and keep her happy, right?”

“You’re right; I have learned a lot, and I know I should be happy. If I weren’t wearing your cage, I wouldn’t be here, and this afternoon wouldn’t have happened.” I don’t know why, but suddenly it doesn’t seem so bad. I did have the best sex ever, even if it wasn’t in her pussy. “You know, I think this might just work out, though I’m still not sure about four weeks.”

“Sweetie, do you really mean that you’re going to be happy wearing the Enforcer for the next four years?”

“I think it’s worth a try and right now I believe it will work; I’ll just have to take two weeks at a time.”

“Oh Glen, thank you.” She comes over, sits in my lap, and gives me a mouth-watering kiss. “Glen, I love you.” Oh shit, she said the ‘L’ word. She probably expects me to say it back. The problem is that I am in love with her and falling for her mom.

“I love you too.”

“I think the two of you should finish lunch and go have some alone time together.”

“Glen, I think Mom’s right; we need to be alone.”

We finished lunch and hurried up to her room where I gave her orgasm after orgasm for the next two hours until she collapsed. My neck and tongue were sore. We went in and used her mom’s tub again, relaxing for an hour. Joyce came in to tell us dinner would be ready in 30 minutes. The day just flew by. I’m hoping she forgot about the recording. When we got out, I dried her off, then myself.

“Glen, I’m going to take a peek at the video before coming down for dinner.”

“Okay? Do you want me to stay up here with you?”

“No, just go on down; I’ll be down shortly.”

“Ok.” Oh crap, we are going to get hell for what’s on that video. Hopefully she won’t watch too much of it.

“Hi Joyce, Jan is watching the video. If she gets too far into it, we’re going to get thrashed. Dinner smells great. Can I help with anything in here?”

“Well, the table is set and dinner is almost ready. Why don’t you pour coffee for us? She pulls lasagna and garlic bread out of the oven and dishes up a tossed salad from a large bowl. ‘You can take these bowls of salad to the table also.’ She takes the pan of lasagna out to the table, then grabs the bread. On her way back, she yells out, ‘Janet! Dinner’s ready!’”

“Glen, hopefully I’m getting her down here soon enough before she has time to get to the really good—or maybe bad—stuff.”

I pull out the chair for Joyce and do the same when Janet finally reaches the table. We serve ourselves ranch-style, passing the pan around along with the toast.

“Well, the video is really interesting; it seems to get better as it goes along. I’m going to have to finish scrolling through it after dinner. There isn’t anything you don’t want me to see, is there?” I think we are being baited. “Glen, why don’t you tell me how it all went and how you felt about Mom getting you off by titty-fucking you.” I purposely kept my mouth full of lasagna.

“Um… well,” I swallowed hard and took my time clearing my throat.

“Well Glen? How was she?” ‘How was she’? That doesn’t sound good at all.

“Janet, Sweetie, I was handcuffed to the bed; I couldn’t do anything about it.”

“So you’re throwing Mom under the bus and letting her take all the blame. I’ll get to her in a minute; right now, I want to know how it made you feel.”

“I have to be honest: after two weeks, I was in such a state that I just let what happened happen. And yes, it was really nice. I’m sorry Janet; you have the video there isn’t much more I can say.”

“How did it make you feel having her titty-fuck you?”

“Janet, Baby, It was nice and felt… well, wonderful. I just wish it were you instead.”

“Did you think about me at all while Mom worked you over and kept rubbing that cock of mine?”

“Of course! I wanted it to be you, not your mom.”

“Glen, I’m going to have to think of something appropriate for the crime. As for you Mother Dear, we will talk about this later; there will be some changes made. I want a boyfriend of my own. I don’t want a sister-wife—especially not my mom. After you fucked him, is there anything worse I am going to see on the video?”

“Janet, please! It wasn’t Glen’s fault and you didn’t say I couldn’t use my tits; just not my mouth.”

“Well, I just want to finish dinner for now. Then I’ll finish watching”

“…watching the video and figure out what will happen with the two of you.” I just kept my mouth shut; it wouldn’t have done any good anyways. God himself could have come down, given his blessing, and it wouldn’t have changed anything. Now, what’s this sister wife thing? Something else I’ll have to look up. I don’t think asking either of them at this time is a good idea.

The rest of the meal was very quiet. I tried not to look at either of them. Them being nude has lost its newness and now just seems normal. Joyce still has her chastity belt on. I’m thinking Janet’s not giving her the key for a few days. Janet finishes her meal, gets up without saying anything, and walks upstairs.

“Well Glen, I think she’s a little upset. I’ll go up there to try to calm her down; maybe I can distract her here and there. Why don’t you clean up and then sit in the living room and watch some TV?”

“Ok, maybe I should just make my escape.”

“It wouldn’t do you any good; she’d just track you down.” She turns and heads upstairs.

I finish the dishes and sit on the couch. I’m not in the mood for TV, movies, or video games right now. There is no way I can take licking a shitty ass again. I would rather have the whipping—even double the amount at this point—be ok. I may not have been at fault in the beginning, but by the end we were both in the wrong. I just love the feel of both of them. I know I have to give up Joyce, but I think I’m going to have a hard time with it.

Another half hour goes by and they’re still up there. I thought about going up, but call me chicken. It’s now a little after eight and still no sign of either of them. Finally at 8:30 they come down. I’m not sure if this is a good thing or not.

I stand up like a gentleman and wait for them to take a seat. Joyce sits on the chair opposite of the couch. Jan sits next to me. She doesn’t look happy and looks like she may have been crying. This can’t be good.

“Glen, how could you? You knew it was worse towards the end.” You got mom off on purpose; she didn’t even ask or threaten you. I can’t trust mom to be alone with you anymore. I didn’t mind the kissing and an occasional groping, but both of you went way beyond that.

“I’ve decided”—here it comes, I know this is going to be bad for me—“that mom is not going to kiss you anymore. An occasional hug when appropriate is ok, but nothing else. She is not going to unlock you and take care of your needs anymore either; I will do that from now on.

I do have to agree with mom that I can’t be alone with you unless one of us is wearing a chastity device. I’m sorry Glen, but until my belt arrives you won’t be unlocked. You brought this on yourself and you know you deserve it.”

I couldn’t say anything; a shitty ass now sounded like a better deal. Eight weeks? I can’t go eight weeks! But she’s right; I do deserve it. I just stared at her with a blank look, like a deer staring into headlights.

“Couldn’t you just beat me instead? I can’t go eight weeks. I am really sorry.”

“It doesn’t matter how sorry you are. Everything has been decided and mom’s keeping hers on for another 4 weeks. Glen, I don’t want to hear anymore about this; I’ve decided what has to happen. I’ve let my mom pretty much set all the rules about your locked chastity. Well, regarding that changing—I’m going to have a much greater voice on how things work from hereon out.

Basically, nothing is changing as far as your being locked up. I’m just taking over the responsibility of when it’s time for you to be unlocked. You will still give me all the oral sex I want. I will still kiss, smooch, and cuddle with you; we will still be naked around the house.

It’s just that physical contact between you and my mother will be limited to that of a normal daughter’s boyfriend and her mother. Any punishments and any lengths between when you get to be released will now be up to me; my mother will have little say in the matter. You still have to give her your love and respect, but as my boyfriend, not as her lover.

You will still take me out on dates and we will still have a lot of fun. I will get over this in a few days. You can hope that in a week or two I may reevaluate your situation and maybe I’ll figure out how to let you out sooner; I don’t think I will, though.

You are not to ask me for any leniency between now and when my belt shows up. You are not to beg; I don’t want to hear anything about your punishment. Just take it like a man. You were acting like a fully grown adult and made a fully grown adult decision when you put your finger up my mother’s ass and got her off. You were kissing her passionately, like you were really her lover.

I’m getting the feeling that you’re starting to have really deep feelings for her, and I am putting a stop to that right here and now. I’m not going to whip you; I’m not going to make you lick my crappy ass (maybe a clean one next week when I settle down). Right now I’m too upset to have you sleep with me; you can sleep on the couch for tonight.

No, you are not going home. I may want you tomorrow. Right now I’m just upset and need to think things through. Glen, I really do think you can be a great boyfriend of mine, and I am falling in love with you. I think you’re in love with me also. We just have to work through this.

“Glen, there’s some pie and ice cream in the kitchen; go and dish some up for me and I guess for my mother. You don’t need any.”

I get up and do as I’m asked. I’m in a state of shock: what have I brought down on myself? She was such a nice, cute girl that seemed to go along with my captivity only because she had to. Now she’s becoming a very domineering woman.

I know I love her and I know I deserve this, but she’s changing. I’m not sure if I like this change or not. God, she is becoming a really strong woman who can speak her mind and keep me in line. I’m torn between how I used to be—free and macho—and being a locked servant. Where are all these feelings coming from?

“Here’s your dessert, Sweetie,” and here’s yours, Ma’am.

“Thank you Glen; I’m sorry.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Glen, come over here and sit with me while I finish my pie and ice cream.”

I sit down wondering what’s next. Somehow I know to just keep my mouth shut.

“Mother, are you finished with your pie and ice cream?” “Yes Janet; I’m done.”

“Glen, collect the dishes, rinse them, put them in the dishwasher, and turn it on. When you’re finished cleaning up the kitchen, get a blanket and pillow out of the lining closet and make yourself a bed on the couch. I will talk to you again in the morning. Good night Glen; Goodnight mother. I think it’s time for you to go to bed also.” “Yes Janet; Goodnight Janet; goodnight Glen.” “Goodnight Ma’am, Goodnight Janet.” They head upstairs. Seems like I’ve been turned into Janet’s slave. I can’t believe the way she is talking to her mother and ordering her around.

My god, what have I gotten myself into? I could contest the eight weeks, but that contract is a little vague on what constitutes a reason for a penalty, and she has that video. I’m sure she made herself a copy of it on some flash drive.

I finish up in the kitchen, make my bed, and lay down. What a roller coaster ride today has been.