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Conflict Jim heaved a banana box of juice bottles onto the plywood shelf with a grunt. Time to quit. He made his way to the office where the manager, Dave, was busy with a woman client. Jim couldn’t help but admire her spectacularly narrow waist hugged by a tight red sweater and her beautifully rounded posterior encased in black pants that must have been painted on. She had short straight blond hair that had a soft, almost fluffy, newly washed look. “Hi Dave,” Jim said, “Sorry to interrupt. I’m on my way. Do you need me Wednesday?” When the woman turned to glance at him, Jim was startled to see that she was much older than he had expected. Maybe mid-late forties, but definitely good looking; she obviously worked out. The tight sweater emphasised her bust and an impish grin lit her face as she spotted Jim’s appreciative glance. “Yes. If you can spare the time, we’ve a big shipment coming in and I could use the help. Could you take a moment before you go to help Kathy out? It’s just a small order. You can get it all on one of the steel trolleys.” Dave passed him a clipboard. Dave turned to the woman. “Jim’ll take you round the warehouse. If you spot anything extra you need just let him know.” Jim grabbed a spare trolley. “This way, if you please.” They walked down the long aisles. Steel frames with plywood shelves laden down with dry and canned food towered twelve feet over them on both sides. They gathered cereal, oatmeal bars, large bottles and cans of juice and from the walk-in refrigerator, cases of yoghourt. “Is this for a school breakfast program?” Jim guessed. “Yes, I volunteer up at Central High,” Kathy replied. They finished the paperwork, Kathy drew her station wagon up to the bay doors and Jim loaded the boxes into the back. “Do you have someone to help you unload at the school?” he asked. “No, but I can manage.” “Well, I’m just heading home and Central’s on my way. I’d be happy to give you a hand.” Kathy looked at him considering for a moment. “Would you offer, if I was, say, a sixtyish man?” she teased. Jim stiffened. “The boxes of juice weigh about sixty pounds and they’re an awkward size for carrying. I’d offer to help anyone I thought might appreciate it,” he said coldly. “Now I’ve got your back up. I’m sorry. If you’re still offering, I’d be grateful for your help.” “I’m still offering,” Jim said, thawing a little.” Which door will we unload at?” “The receiving doors at the southwest corner will be open. See you there.”
With the supplies stacked neatly in the small kitchen and the yoghourt safely in the fridge, Kathy and Jim made their way to their cars. At the receiving door, she turned to him. “I do appreciate your help, Jim. I hope I didn’t take you too far out of your way?” “No, no! As I said, it’s on my way home. It was no trouble at all.” “Can I buy you a coffee… If you’re not in a hurry?” she said. Jim smiled. “I’m retired so I’m working hard at never being in a hurry. I’d enjoy a coffee.” “There’s a nice little coffee shop just at the end of this block. We could walk down there. Would that be O.K.?” They walked a few hundred meters and settled down at a quiet corner table with their drinks. “So how come you’re retired? You look kinda young to be kicking your heels?” Kathy said. Jim laughed. “Actually, I’m 59. I taught high school for 36 years. I loved the work, but I was eligible for a full pension and I was ready for new challenges.” “Like volunteering at the food bank depot?” “That’s part of it. I volunteer there a few days each month. It’s physical work; keeps me healthy and the volunteers are a great bunch of people. How about yourself?” “I’m a writer, a novelist. I’ve had a couple of books published, but neither was a great success. I’m working on my third and I think it’s more promising.” “What genre?” “Erotica!” Again she flashed her impish grin, her blue eyes sparkling mischievously. “Are you shocked?” “Um, no. Surprised maybe, but not shocked. I don’t think I’m a prude and I enjoy a stimulating story.” “Do you now?” Kathy looked at Jim’s hand speculatively. “So you have a wife? Children?” “I have a daughter, Sandy. She’s married and lives in Burlington. She has two children. My wife passed away 5 years ago; cancer.” Kathy strained to hear him murmur. “I miss her terribly.” “I am sorry,” she said. “You were very close?” “She was my best friend and only lover. She was always there for me,” he said simply. “I envy you. I’ve had several long term relationships, but they never worked out. I guess I’m not so easy to live with.” “I doubt if that’s true. You’re very easy to talk to. Perhaps you just never met the right man.” Kathy shrugged. “Tell me what else you do when you’re not carting boxes of juice around.” “Oh, I try to keep in shape; weights at the gym and swimming. I read and I volunteer quite a few days a month at the down-town food bank. That way I get to see the folks that we help out as well as helping out at the central depot.” Jim drained his cup and stretched. “Thanks for the coffee. I really enjoyed a little female companionship. I’ll be honest with you. I would have offered to help anyone with those cases of food, but it was a nice bonus that you’re such an attractive woman.” He stood up. “I’d love to read one of your books sometime. See you around,” he said
“So tell me what you thought of my book?” Kathy said as the waiter poured the wine and withdrew discreetly. “I enjoyed it a lot. It was definitely arousing, which is what I’m sure you intended. It was well written, with a solid plot, interesting relationships and of course, lots of steamy oral sex. It’s the sort of fantasy that a lot of men would enjoy, but I doubt whether the reality would measure up.” “I’m not so sure you’re right about that,” Kathy said thoughtfully. “Look how frustrated your protagonist was, trapped in a chastity cage, never allowed out except to be teased. His orgasms were as rare as hen’s teeth and designed to humiliate him. He was miserable.” “But he transcended that misery. He channelled all that sexual energy into better serving his mistress. The agony of frustration was transformed into the ecstasy of serving his beloved. She benefited from his loving service and in return she lovingly provided him with the opportunity to develop his submissive side, to become the fuller person he was intended to be.” They paused while the waiter served his soup and her salad. “Well, as I said it’s an enjoyable fantasy, but I can’t see how love has much to do with it. My experience is limited to one relationship. But it was a wonderful one. It was based on equality and respect. It seems to me they’re the prerequisites of a loving relationship.” “Respect certainly, but not equality. Some men, perhaps most, long to be dominated by strong women even though they may not realize it. Left to themselves, they’re self-centred and lazy. Nurtured and controlled by strong women, they can learn to become caring, loving, and considerate. They’ll take pride in doing their paid work, sharing in the chores and working hard to enhance their relationship with their beloved. Since men are governed by their sex drive, the obvious way to modify their behaviour is to take charge of it. Equality isn’t necessary for a loving relationship.” “Those are pretty sweeping generalizations. None of us is perfect, but a great many men are no more selfish than women.” “Oh come on! The male stereotype is well earned. How many wives do double duty holding down a job and running a home? Most men come home from work and assume they’re entitled to put their feet up while the wives run around picking up their shoes and coats, cooking dinner and doing laundry; all of this after mothering boorish male bosses at work, soothing their egos and doing all the real work.” “That’s not fair,” Jim said, stung by the note of scorn in Kathy’s voice. I suppose some older men, who grew in a time when the man provided and the woman looked after the home
, it might not have evolved much over the years. However, since women are now breadwinners too, most men I know contribute equally to cooking, cleaning, and laundry. For instance, my son-in-law brings his wife breakfast in bed daily. There is still some catching up to do overall, but fairness is increasing.
‘Did your wife work? Can you honestly claim you did your part?’
‘It took years of negotiation and struggle to make it happen. We began with a traditional dynamic: I worked while she managed the home and our daughter—equal yet distinct roles.’
Kathy wrinkled her nose slightly. ‘I wonder if she would agree with that assessment,’ she mused.
‘That setup lasted for some time, but once our daughter started school, my wife wanted more from life. She went back to work, but I was slow to step up and share the load. This caused tension and things began to worsen. Our sex life always reflected the health of our relationship, so it suffered too. It took a while for my wife to get through to me: if she wanted an energetic, playful partner, I had to contribute more at home. Working full-time plus managing the household was exhausting her; she was constantly tired. Moreover, by assuming she could handle both chores and career just fine, I implied her job was less demanding and significant than mine. Once I took on my fair share of childcare and housework, our relationship improved dramatically.’
‘Exactly!’ Kathy said triumphantly. ‘Your wife had to take charge of your cock to ensure you pulled your weight.’\n ‘If you were cynical, you could argue that my wife leveraged my sexual needs to change my behavior, though it wasn’t through denial like in your tale. It was about promising a richer, more exciting sex life if I did my part. To be blunt, when I contributed equally, she had the energy and desire for frequent, passionate intercourse with me.’
Jim paused as the waiter cleared their plates and refilled the wine glasses.
Kathy leaned in closer. ‘You have a very special marriage with an extraordinary woman. I would argue you are a better man because of her training you. It simply comes down to finding the right control strategy. A man is truly happy when he accepts his submission comfortably and serves his beloved. He earns trust only when his partner keeps him desirous and on a short leash. My mother gave herself entirely to my father without reservation, and for a while they were deeply in love. But ease often leads to being undervalued; dad eventually left her for someone who offered more challenge. That choice robbed my mother of joy for the rest of her life and taught me an important lesson about men: we need control, challenge, and hunger if we are to be our best selves. We require domination by a strong woman.’
‘What proof do you have?’ Jim scoffed.
Kathy smiled. ‘I could prove it works for us too, but are you man enough to accept the challenge? Let me put you in a chastity cage for a month. Submit to my will. I guarantee that by the end of this period, you’ll be begging me to let you remain my caged servant.’
‘Kathy! We’ve been dating for three months and I believe we’re developing a genuine friendship. Yet, you have consistently blocked even my tentative attempts to move us toward intimacy. Now you drop this bomb on me. It would be crazy of me to consider it. I enjoy your company greatly, but I don’t intend to become that poor sap in your book. As I said, the story is fun, but it’s not a prescription for real life. The dynamic feels one-sided. Your male character barely contributes to his partner’s growth at all. At the start of the novel, she is self-serving and selfishly egocentric. She does nothing socially redeeming whatsoever—no volunteer work, no community contributions, no political involvement. By the end, she hasn’t changed a bit. In my marriage, I believe there were many ways I helped my wife grow: supporting her career, being available for her volunteering activities, learning to truly listen, and responding well to her need for affection.’
‘Are you suggesting then that I am also self-serving, selfishly egocentric?’
‘No, certainly not. You contribute through your writing and volunteer at the school in many ways besides serving breakfast. You are not the woman in your story, nor do I intend to become that unfortunate wretched man.’
The waiter brought out the main courses and refilled their glasses again.
Kathy smiled softly. ‘Jim, I really like you. It seems quite possible we could have a wonderful, mutually loving life together if you keep an open mind and give me a chance to guide us.’
Jim shook his head slowly. ‘We are like two people speaking different languages; some words share meaning, but most make no sense to each other. Can we agree to disagree? I enjoyed the book, but in my view, it’s not how life should be lived.’
Kathy reached over and held his hand. ‘Please don’t dismiss this out of hand. It is a bit shocking for you, I admit. Take some time—perhaps a week or two—to think about it. I guarantee your genitals will receive more daily attention than ever before. If you enjoy giving oral sex, expect plenty of that too. All you need to give up are your orgasms. You know how excitement and arousal vanish when you ejaculate, leaving you drained and flat. I’ll ensure you stay on a high note you didn’t think possible.’
‘I’m sorry, Kathy. The answer is no,’ Jim said.
‘I won’t accept that until you’ve had two weeks to consider it. Let’s meet here for dinner again in exactly two weeks at this time; then I’ll take your final “yes” or “no”. For now, let’s drop the subject and enjoy our meal. I rather think my choice was better than yours!’
Kathy dug into her Chicken Marsala with gusto, but Jim choked abruptly on his first bite as he felt her foot massaging his crotch.
‘Does the lamb not suit you, Jim?’ she asked innocently as he grabbed for his water glass. After a bout of coughing that left him red-faced and teary-eyed, he tried to pull away from her foot. “Oh come on now, Jim,” Kathy pushed back firmly. “Not ten minutes ago you were complaining that I wasn’t ready to move to the next level. Well, now I am. Just relax and enjoy.”
As she experimented with different pressures, she could feel him hardening underfoot. Under cover of his napkin, Jim adjusted himself so she could rub along his full length.
‘You certainly are a stimulating dining companion,’ he remarked as he fought to maintain composure.’
When they left the restaurant, Jim discreetly carried his coat over his arm to hide his arousal. At the car, he opened Kathy’s door and helped her in before getting into the driver’s seat. As he fumbled for his key, Kathy reached over and unzipped him.
‘I think I’ll just have a little dessert,’ she said.
Jim gasped as her lips closed around him. He groaned with ecstasy as she swirled her tongue deep inside. She could feel his excitement building, his thigh muscles tensing. She waited until the last moment, when the contractions in his shaft strengthened and his head flared, before releasing him.
Jim groaned in disappointment. ‘Why did you stop? I was almost there?’ ‘If I hadn’t stopped, our evening would be over. You’d be spent and wanting to go home to bed. Instead, I can give you that ecstasy all over again,’ she said as she began winding him up once more. After three rounds, Jim’s legs were shaking so much they had to wait a few minutes for him to steady enough to drive. ‘I’d like you to take me home now,’ Kathy said. ‘I’m quite tense and I need you to put that tongue of yours to work.’ Once inside her apartment, Kathy poured them both soft drinks and pulled Jim by his tie into the bedroom. She pressed herself’
Her hard nipples pressed against his ribs and her belly rested on his crotch.
“Would you like to undress me?” she whispered near his ear.
Shaking hands, Jim carefully unbuttoned her shirt and slid her skirt down over her hips. He pulled her black pantyhose down to her feet and stepped back to admire her appearance. A black lace bra and tiny panties adorned her perfectly lightly tanned body. Solid muscles were visible but not obtrusive in her upper arms and thighs. Her belly was rounded yet well toned, with a waist that seemed small compared to her full bust and hips. She smiled at his awestruck expression.
She deftly released her bra and wriggled out of her panties before lying back on the bed and beckoning him between her legs. He reached for his belt buckle but her stern voice froze him in place.
“Naughty, naughty! It’s my turn now! You keep those pants on until I get that little prick of yours safely caged.”
Jim set to work with enthusiasm. He had always loved giving oral sex and Kathy was very responsive. She reached her first orgasm quickly for him; then, after gently stroking and petting her for a while, he brought her to an even larger second one.
Kathy looked radiant. “That was wonderful Jim. You’re very talented.” She pulled on a gown and led him unceremoniously to the front door. “You should go now. I need a nice relaxing bath and some peace and quiet. We’ll meet at the restaurant in two weeks. Take care. Bye now.”
Confused, Jim found himself staring at her front door from the outside. As he made his way down the stairs, he felt exhilarated. It wasn’t until the cool night air brought him to his senses that his insistent erection reminded him that he hadn’t had any relief.
The two weeks passed in a blur. Looking back on that evening, Jim admitted it was one of the most exciting times in his life. The woman fascinated him and invaded his dreams. Just thinking about her aroused him unbearably. Could she be right? Would he really have a submissive side fulfilled by serving her as he had that night? Was sacrificing a month of chastity worth finding out? Would a month feel so hard to endure?
By the end of the second week, he convinced himself that giving up orgasms for a month was a small price to pay to discover if his future lay with Kathy. As he walked into the restaurant, his heart pounded.
They arrived almost simultaneously. The waiter led them to their quiet table. Sitting there nervously playing with his tonic water, it comforted him to see Kathy anxiously twisting her hair. She wore one of those “little black dresses” that drive men wild—low-cut enough to show just a bit of her plump breasts, tailored to emphasize her perfect waist and derriere, and short enough to highlight her gorgeous legs. She looked absolutely stunning.
“When you got home after our date did you masturbate?” Kathy asked.
Jim was taken aback for a moment by her bluntness. “Of course,” he admitted. “You’d driven me wild all evening and had two orgasms yourself, but you left me high and dry.”
“High and dry is the way you’ll be for a month if you say yes to my proposition, but I guarantee it’ll be worth it. What’s your decision?” she said with an anxious tremor in her voice.
Jim took a deep breath. “I think it’s worth a month of chastity to find out whether you’re right or wrong about me.”
Kathy’s whole demeanor changed. Jim felt bathed in the warmth of her smile. “You’re in for a very tough month, but you won’t regret it, I promise. I’m sure you’re the man for me and I’ll be the mistress who will fulfill you.”
Jim expected a rerun of their last stimulating dinner and was slightly disappointed when no mischief occurred. They enjoyed a delightful meal and talked about what they’d been up to since they’d last met. Jim found himself mesmerized by Kathy’s vivacity; his decision seemed to have energized her. Her eyes sparkled, she smiled and giggled at the least provocation, and Jim thought she looked beautiful.
He drove her to her apartment, and as he parked the car, she kissed him deeply.
“Do you think you’d ready to start in a week’s time?” she said, trembling with excitement.
“Of course,” Jim replied. “I told you I’d made my decision.”
“I’d like you to stay the night. Then tomorrow you can go home and make whatever arrangements are needed before you move back here next Saturday for our month together. Is that O.K?”
Jim chuckled but only inside. Kathy wasn’t quite the assured dominatrix of her novel; that nasty piece of work would never have asked ‘Is that O.K?’
“Sure. No problem,” he said.
Jim helped Kathy with her coat and hung it, along with his own in the closet. Kathy emerged from the kitchen with a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket, two flutes, and a gift-wrapped box.
“Strip off, Jim,” she said “and come and join me in the bathroom.”
Feeling a little awkward, Jim undressed and made a tidy pile of his clothes on the coffee table. Following the sound of soothing music and running water, he found Kathy ensconced in a huge tub.
“Come on in Jim,” she urged. “There’s lots of room.”
He sat facing her, enjoying the view of her breasts seeming to float on the water. Kathy trapped his swollen cock between her feet and began gently rubbing.
“Can you reach the champagne beside you and pour us both a glass?” she said. Jim was pleased that he managed the task with a steady hand despite his growing arousal.
“A toast!” Kathy said. “A toast to our relationship.”
“Our relationship,” Jim echoed as they clinked glasses. Kathy scooted closer and kissed Jim deeply, their tongues discovering each other, sparking lust amidst the crisp after-taste of the champagne. She gently massaged his balls and throbbing shaft while he tentatively stroked her soap-slick breasts. She moaned appreciatively and tweaked his nipples encouraging him to boldness.
He reached down to gently tug and pet her swollen labia. They parted easily as he teased around her swollen clit, never quite touching it. She began rocking against his hand, her breath coming in gasps until climaxing when she grabbed his hand and held it flat against her pussy.
“Oh Jim! That was so intense. It was huge. How do you feel now?”
“Excited, aroused, needy, desperate for your touch,” he said.
“Do you feel happy or sad?”
“Euphoric. I suppose. Confused. I’m really happy that I gave you such pleasure, but it’s not really lovemaking if I’m left out.”
Kathy leaned forward again and resumed stroking his shaft. “But you’re not left out. You’re desperate for my touch so I’ll pet you. I’ll bring you up to edge again and it’ll feel wonderful. The more I pet you, the more you’ll need to be petted, and the more wonderful it will feel. Now sit up on the side of the bath and let me shave you. It’ll be more comfortable when you’re wearing your cage.”
“I thought you said we’d start in a week.”
“I did and we will. You’ll need this week to get used to wearing my little present.” She pointed to the gift-wrapped box beside the champagne bottle. “Open it. See what I’ve bought for you.”
Jim opened the box and held up a clear perforated plastic tube, some rings, pins, a padlock with keys, and a bottle of baby oil.
“You should wear it for a few hours the first day and gradually increase the time so you’re comfortable in it by the end of the week. Use the baby oil as lube to stop chafing. I’ll keep the padlock and keys for now. I wouldn’t want you making duplicate keys, would I?”
Jim looked annoyed. “I promised you a month of chastity; I assure you I’ll keep my word with or without your cock cage.”
Kathy laughed. “I’m sorry Jim. I didn’t mean to offend you, but I don’t think you have any idea just how much I plan to tease you. I don’t think you’d manage very well without it.”
As Jim sat on the edge of the bath, Kathy shaved the area around his cock and then carefully denuded his scrotum. She made sure he enjoyed the process, rinsed him clean, and looked critically at her handiwork.
“What do you think happens to you?” “I reckon I’ll be quite itchy once the hair comes back.” “It’s just a temporary measure. I can shave you again when needed. If you decide to stay in after the month, I’ll take care of electrolysis for you. Now bring your gift to the bedroom. I’ll fetch the champagne.”
As Jim sat on the bed finishing his last glass, Kathy rubbed baby oil into his swelling penis. Taking his empty glass from him, she pushed him onto his back and tied his hands and feet to the corners of the bed. Once he was secured with a restraint system, Kathy resumed teasing his cock cage. She watched closely as the throbbing grew more intense and Jim began to thrust against her hand. She noted the change in his breathing as his testicles moved up towards his abdomen. Squeezing the base of his penis firmly, she gave two more strokes. Jim groaned, teetering on the edge of an orgasm. She gripped harder and the contractions subsided. Jim panted in frustration, but didn’t say a word. He knew that begging would get him nowhere. Kathy was panting with excitement too. She had never been so turned on as when she watched Jim tensing all his muscles as his whole body reached desperately for the orgasm she would not permit. As soon as he calmed down, she did it again until after half a dozen cycles Jim was bathed in sweat, babbling incoherently, the veins on his cock looking like they might burst and the tip dribbling clear fluid. She straddled his face. Jim didn’t need to be told what to do. His lips tugged gently at her swollen labia, but she was too hot to waste time on preliminaries.
“My clit!” she gasped. He stroked her nub with his tongue, but he was too gentle and she rode his face hard in frustration, screaming as she came. She lay full-length on him for a few moments feeling his slick cock pulsing against her. Then she climbed off him and unwrapped the tea towel from the neck of the champagne bottle.
“I’m never going to get the cage on you when you’re in that condition,” she giggled. She filled the towel with ice-cubes from the bucket and deposited it gently on Jim’s genitals. He yelped and swore. “What the hell are you doing?” he snarled as he tugged at his restraints.
“I’m just helping you fit into your present,” she said. “I thought you’d be grateful.”
He glared at her, but maintained a stoic silence as she tucked a bath towel under his buttocks to catch the melt water. It took longer than she expected, but eventually his once rampant cock was reduced to little more than a shrimp. She tried different sized locking rings to fit behind his cock and balls. It was a bit awkward to find the smallest comfortable size because Jim’s balls were busy trying to climb back into his abdomen in a vain effort to escape the ice. Eventually she was satisfied and fitted the cage to the ring with a padlock. She released Jim from his restraints and handed him the remaining rings.
“Try it like this. You may need a bigger size when your cock warms up to body temperature. You can experiment during the week. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, but it can’t be so loose that you can pull out. Now let’s turn in.” Naked, she snuggled up behind him, her hand on his cock cage. Despite his frustrated state, Jim couldn’t remember being happier. He could feel Kathy’s nipples, hard little points pressing into his back, her pussy pressed to his buttocks… He was in heaven.
It must have been several hours later that he awoke in considerable discomfort. He needed to pee and his genitals had swollen as much as the cage would allow. The ring pinched his scrotum. He eased himself out of bed and headed to the bathroom. For a moment he was nonplussed, but then he squatted. Kathy shuffled into the bathroom, bleary eyed.
“It’s pretty uncomfortable,” Jim said. Kathy yawned. “Try the next larger ring. If you want to sleep with me, you’ll have to wear the cage. If you’d rather take it off, you can use the spare bedroom.” She took her turn at the toilet while Jim dismantled the cage. He applied a bit more oil and taking the next larger ring, he reassembled it. The rest of the night passed uneventfully, but Jim woke early, again in some discomfort. This time he removed the cage, packed it away and got dressed. After a quiet exploration of Kathy’s kitchen, he prepared a breakfast of bacon omelette, toast and honey, coffee. As he brought it to the bedroom, Kathy, her hair all in disarray, sat up with a delighted smile on her face. Jim thought she looked even more beautiful. She made no attempt to cover her breasts, but tucked into her food with gusto. Jim sat down on the corner armchair with his own breakfast.
“This is marvellous,” she said. “You sure know the way to a girl’s heart.”
Kathy felt like a young girl again. The same tingle of expectation flowed through her as it had Christmas Eve, before her Dad had left. She must have been five or six years old and her parents were still in love. She remembered the blinking tree lights and her father teasing her about getting to sleep on time in case Santa found her awake and passed her by. What had she been hoping for? Was it that huge doll’s house she’d loved so much? She looked across the table at Jim watching her with a half smile on his face. She knew exactly what she wanted now. Looking around to see that the waiter wasn’t approaching, she opened her purse and discretely handed Jim the small brass padlock. She could feel a flush of excitement on her face.
“Go to the washroom and lock it up,” she whispered. Jim’s smile broadened and he looked at his watch. “7:37 p.m. one month from now you surrender the keys to me, right?” “Either that or you ask me to keep them forever,” Kathy replied. When he returned Kathy couldn’t resist teasing him. “I’ll bet you relieved yourself a couple times this week in preparation for the drought.” Jim laughed. “Oh at least a couple of couple of times!” “Well for the next thirty one days, that cock belongs to me and by the end of the month I’m betting you will too,” she said.
For Jim, the weekend passed delightfully. They played house. Jim dusted, vacuumed and did a few small repairs. Kathy cooked magnificent meals and they worked in the yard together, weeding, deadheading the flowers and cutting the grass. Every few hours, they’d both strip and Kathy would handcuff Jim’s hands behind his back or sometimes tie him to the bed before removing the cock cage. She teased him mercilessly, bringing him to the edge of orgasm over and over again, choking it off if she thought she’d gone too far. Jim would then put his talented tongue to work to repay her for the agony and ecstasy she’d inflicted upon him. Despite the discomfort and intense frustration, Jim was having a wonderful time. He felt energised and all his senses seemed enhanced. Things seemed brighter wherever he looked and most of all when his glance fell on Kathy. He knew he was falling more and more deeply in love. Kathy was thrilled that Jim was enjoying the weekend as much as she was. She felt a dizzying rush of empowerment when Jim trembled and moaned in response to her ministrations. She felt the warmth of need and desire surging in her loins and in calmer moments she felt an overwhelming sense of affection and gratitude towards him.
It was Sunday night. Jim was secured to the bed with a restraint system and Kathy was soothing his throbbing cock between her well oiled breasts. “That was a wonderful orgasm,” she sighed with contentment. “How are you handling it?” Jim sighed. “I’m all confused. What you’re doing right now is heavenly, but I’m dreading the moment you stop. All that pent-up frustration will flood over me. It’s so hard, Kathy.” “I know dear. It’s supposed to be. It’s the lows that make your highs so high! Seeing you so desperately aroused turns me on incredibly. I love you for it.”
They were apart most of Monday, each involved with their own work. On Monday evening, Jim volunteered to cook dinner and in the evening they watched an erotic movie together. It wasn
Not long before, only Kathy was watching as Jim knelt on the floor, teasing her pussy with his tongue. He gently sucked and licked her labia while carefully avoiding her clit. At first, Kathy enjoyed the sensations washing over her, but as her frustration grew, she wriggled on the sofa trying to guide her clit toward Jim’s tongue. He chuckled and continued his teasing strokes. Kathy grabbed his hair and pulled him closer. Suddenly he pulled away and looked up at her; a wide grin on his face.
“What do you think you’re doing?” demanded Kathy.
“I thought you’d enjoy a little tease. After all, you’ve been selling me on the advantages of orgasm denial for the last week. I figured you might appreciate an hour or two of similar treatment. What was it you said? ‘It’s the lows that make your highs so high!’”
“Now look here, smart-ass.” Kathy growled. “I’m the dominant in this relationship and I do the teasing.”
Jim nodded and grinned. He dove back between her thighs and gently sucked her protuberant clit between his lips. Kathy bucked and hissed with pleasure as she grabbed his head and pressed it against her. Far from feeling submissive, Jim relished the sense of power he felt from giving Kathy so much pleasure, even as his cock struggled painfully in the confines of its cage. As she thrust against him, he began long strokes with his tongue and they settled into a steady rhythm. Within moments, Kathy was thrashing around, pushing his head away and groaning with delight. Jim sat back on his heels enjoying her flushed countenance until she pulled him up and kissed him deeply, her tongue dancing against his. Jim sat beside her and held her close as she calmed down. His balls ached savagely as his sore cock gradually shrank in disappointment. As she snuggled into his arms, he felt nothing but tenderness for her.
As the week progressed, Kathy gradually extended Jim’s tease sessions. She always began by tying him to the bed or securing him with handcuffs before removing his cage. By gradually increasing the intensity and duration of the experience, she hoped to give Jim the tools to control his cock sufficiently well that she could allow him into her pussy. She longed for the day when they could fuck to their heart’s content and she could be sure he wouldn’t have an accident. Kathy’s appetite for oral sex grew by the day and under her tutelage, Jim became more and more proficient at meeting her needs.
It wasn’t until the end of the second week that a small cloud appeared on the horizon. Kathy noticed that Jim seemed just a little withdrawn. Their sex session that night was like the previous ones, yet Jim seemed somehow distracted; as though his mind had somehow dissociated itself from his body’s reactions to Kathy’s touch. She had expected something like this to happen and knew that things would get more difficult before they got better. She redoubled her efforts to be encouraging, affirming and grateful over the next few days as Jim became increasingly taciturn.
In the middle of the third week, Kathy cooked a special dinner, curry, and she bought some of Jim’s favourite pilsner. He was politely appreciative but showed little genuine enthusiasm. After the meal she led him to the bedroom.
“Is there anything special you’d like me to do to you tonight? I could suck you or use the big vibrator on you. You need cheering up. What’s it to be?”
“I can choose anything?” Jim asked in surprise.
“Anything that doesn’t cause you to ejaculate,” Kathy replied.
“Then honestly Kathy, I’d like a break. Could I spend just one night at my home doing my own thing?”
Kathy was shocked and disappointed, but reasoned that Jim was going through a difficult adjustment and that a break would do him good.
In the days that followed, Kathy noticed him distancing more and more. Even when he was pleasuring her orally, Jim’s mind seemed to be elsewhere as though his body was on autopilot. When she asked him how he was feeling, he’d say “Fine” and yet when she teased him it was more difficult to get him properly aroused. She badly wanted him to enjoy himself as much as she did, but somehow the sense of fun seemed lost. By the end of the week, Kathy realised that things had gone wrong. He should be over the hump by now and comfortable with his submission. True, he was helping with the chores and was quick to follow any suggestion she made, but that was the way he’d behaved before they’d started on the orgasm denial. After dinner that day, at Kathy’s request, they both stripped and sat on the couch. She unlocked the cock cage and relished Jim’s first emotional expression for several days.
“My hands are free,” he said puzzled. “What’s going on?”
Kathy snuggled up to him, her breast pressing his arm. “Jim, this isn’t working the way I wanted it to. I want us both to have fun with this. It was great at first. I’m sure you were having fun, but now everything’s going downhill. What’s wrong?”
Jim’s face reddened and a flash of real anger crossed his face.
“What the hell do you think is wrong? I’m frustrated to the point that my genitals are very congested and uncomfortable. I’m angry and resentful that you can have orgasms whenever you like and I can’t have any. I’m angry at myself for being so stupid as to allow myself to be sucked in” Jim paused for breath, “and for what it’s worth, I don’t feel the least bit submissive. I’d have been out of here days ago if I hadn’t given you my word. But I don’t break promises.”
Jim glared at her, but his expression softened as her face crumpled and the tears began to flow. The anger drained out of him as he drew her close. She sobbed into his shoulder, her body shaking, as he stroked her back.
“It really was nice at first,” he admitted awkwardly, “but for the last few days the frustration has been just too much for it to be fun any more.”
“I was so sure it would work out for us both, but it didn’t,” she sniffled. “I just have to be in control, it’s who I am, but I realise now that it’s not what you need or want. It was so much fun that first weekend enjoying each other’s company, arousing each other and puttering away at chores. We were both so turned on. I wanted to bind you to me. I wanted both of us to enjoy the romance and excitement. I really didn’t mean to hurt you and of course I release you from your promise.”
Jim took a deep breath. “I did have a lot of fun Kathy. You took me places I’ve never dreamt of. I’ve experienced total ecstasy and terrible frustration. I’ve loved the time we’ve spent together. I appreciate your offer to release me from my promise but I’d like to finish out the last ten days of my commitment if you’ll agree to some changes.”
Kathy looked up at him puzzled as he dabbed at her tears.
“I never thought I’d be saying this, but I’d like to cool the sex; not totally, but at least a little. Could we spend more time just doing stuff together, hanging out, walking, talking and being friends? I think we both need to think about, and talk about how we can make this relationship work.”
Kathy gave him a wan smile. “I’d love to do that. I really wanted to convince you and I assumed that the lots of sex play would give me the best chance of success. I feel really badly that I haven’t thought to relieve your congestion. I’ve been so focussed on teaching you to control your orgasm so that we can fuck and it just never occurred to me. I could give you an orgasm now if you like.”
Jim looked surprised. “You mean you were planning to let me fuck you? I assumed from your book that fucking wasn’t part of a dominant-submissive relationship.”
Kathy smiled ruefully. “You’ve made it quite clear you’ve no intention of being the man in my story and I‘ve come to realise I wouldn’t want you to be. Everyone needs emotional closeness and what better way than by making love? It’s just that controlling your orgasm is an essential part of dominant-submissive relationship and a way for me to give you both the ecstasy and the agony of subspace.”
“Do you want to give me an orgasm no
“w?” Jim inquired.
“I will do whatever you desire, but if you cum, our month-long experiment ends and I’ll hand over the key to your cage so we can discuss what comes next. Alternatively, there is a way to increase your physical comfort that involves just a bit more sexual play. I can build you up right to the brink of no return; then, by halting stimulation at precisely the right moment, you will release some semen without having an orgasm. We can repeat this process until the congestion clears. However, be warned: while it eases the physical discomfort, it may leave you feeling even more frustrated.”
Jim considered for a moment or two and replied, “If I accept that second option, you’ll continue my training and we’ll make time to talk about where our relationship is heading?”
“Yes,” Kathy said. “I would like that very much if you are willing.”
It was dusk on a warm summer evening as Jim and Kathy strolled hand in hand through the local park. It had been a good day. They had worked together on the breakfast program earlier, enjoyed a late brunch, and then put in an afternoon shift at the food depot. Before supper, Kathy had teased Jim’s cock ruthlessly until almost every muscle in his body ached from the strain of holding back. He had teetered on the edge of orgasm for at least twenty minutes and loved every second of it. The desperation he felt when Kathy called a halt was tempered by sucking and licking her labia and clit through several orgasms until she begged him to stop. They snuggled together in bed for a while, perfectly content, before dinner time when they walked to a nearby restaurant. There, enjoying a fine meal with wine, they both spoke from the heart about their situation.
“You have been wonderful putting up with my controlling ways, Jim,” Kathy said. “Do you think you could get enough from our relationship to submit willingly?”
Jim took her hand and looked intently at her. “I understand that you feel an absolute need to control, but it is really only in the bedroom where you have exercised it. Outside of sex, our relationship has been pretty much vanilla and equal. True, I do things I think will please you, but equally you do things to please me. After the first week, you stopped giving orders when you realized that asking produced the same result. Increasingly, you’ve been pampering me too. You’ve cooked wonderful meals for me, helped with clothes shopping, hiked and biked, argued and laughed together. You’ve made most of the decisions and I deferred to them because they made sense or because I wanted to please you. You defer to my decisions when I have particular expertise that applies. I’m comfortable with that. On the other hand, your month of training has shown me quite clearly that I am not submissive.
Kathy sipped her wine and pondered his words in silence for a while. “I’ve always believed that if you control the cock, you control the man,” she said. “I think you have been comfortable going along with my decisions because orgasm denial has made you more susceptible to my influence. All those pent-up hormones help you go with the flow when it comes to my wishes. And of course, I’d be silly to discount your expertise when making any decision. So I believe controlling your cock makes it unnecessary for me to come across as controlling in the rest of the relationship.”
“Which brings us to the crunch issue,” Jim continued. “To what extent am I willing to be the submissive in our sexual relationship? For me, it would be playing a part. Oh, I’d really get into it and thoroughly enjoy it, but at some point the role-play would end and for a while I’d have to assert my dominant side. I would insist upon some balance in our sexual relationship. I don’t believe you have to control my cock for me to be a loving and considerate partner, but I know it’s important to you, so I’ll play your game if you’ll play mine. I wouldn’t require your submission during ‘my time’ but I’d want equal time when I could enjoy orgasms freely and you would be joyfully receptive to reasonable sexual advances.”
Kathy looked troubled. “I do love you, Jim, but I have this powerful need to be in charge. I could promise to try, but I have to be honest and say that I’m not sure I could be joyfully receptive to your sexual advances. My experience with men—my father and several failed adult relationships—has taught me that men, even you, cannot always be trusted. Once they get what they want, men quickly move on leaving a trail of destruction behind them.”
Jim looked at her sadly. “I’ve told you about my marriage,” he said. “It wasn’t like that. I have lots of friends with solid, loving, and durable marriages. It can work. It is a risk, perhaps for you a terrible one, but I believe it’s worth it. If you have faith in me, I promise I will never let you down.”
They sat in silence for a long while. Eventually the waiter brought the bill and they wandered arm-in-arm towards the park. The sun dropped below the horizon and the light faded. Jim could barely see Kathy’s features as she turned towards him.
“OK! Your way,” she said. “I love you and I promise I’ll give it my very best shot. Now take me home and fuck me silly… but you don’t get to come, Mister. I still have three more days until we switch.”