From the moment he'd walked in the door he'd been recanting his day to her. The board meeting. Shareholder calls. Meetings with the lawyers. The stress and pressure pouring out of this man was palpable.
Finally, she interrupted his outpouring, instructing, "Honey, shhhh... hush, come with me."
Taking him by the hand she led him into their bedroom, guiding him back until he was sitting on the edge of the bed. Stepping back slightly she locked her eyes on to his, saying, "Look at me."
Once certain she had his undivided attention she reached behind herself, slowly lowering the zipper on her dress.
While she was clearly aware of the responsibilities, power, and control he had at the office, she was equally clear that once he was home this man was utterly defenseless against her feminine allure and sensual softness.
As she took her time, slowly revealing her curves to him she could see this man being transformed. Before her very eyes she could see the stress of his day disappearing and his entire world being reduced down to nothing more than her.
Then, stepping closer she took his head between her hands, murmuring, "It's ok honey, it's over... and I'm right here."
A soft smile crossed her face as he all but collapsed into her, letting out a soft sound of contentment as he allowed himself to be pulled into the warm softness of her breasts.
She purred at the soft, muffled sounds now coming from him as his day faded away, replaced by his pure adoration for this woman. Pulling him gently even deeper into her softness she soothingly cooed, "That's it baby, just like that..."
They knew they were not to ask questions. No complaints.
No mention of their own wants or desires.
They were simply entertainment... in the flesh... for the ladies of the exclusive society. No more, no less.
So, when he saw her beckon him to approach and to then hold her glass of champagne that's exactly what he did. He stood motionless, watching while in the midst of conversation with her friend she freed his cock, stroking and teasing it as she pleased.
Ten minutes later, with his cock now swollen, dripping and aching with need she calmly managed to slip it back into his pants.
"Thank you sweetie, that was fun," she said with a smile, taking back her glass. "That'll be all for now. Don't go too far though, we're going to be doing that all throughout the evening..."
For over an hour he’d found himself between them on their sofa, their bodies pressing softly against him, their mesmerizing voices purring hypnotically in his ears.
As he felt himself gradually feeling more and more dizzy, lightheaded, disoriented, their voices whispered reassuringly in his ear.
“It’s okay, baby…. relax.”
Delicate fingertips traced lightly along his neck, tracing his ear….
“It feels nice, doesn’t it? Don’t think, just feel…”
“And listen….”
The soft voices droned on, the room beginning to spin, his mind becoming hazy, words harder to form.
“Shhh, it’s so hard to talk, isn’t it?….”
“So hard to move….”
Fingers were undoing buttons on his shirt, unfastening his pants…
“That’s it baby, just like that…. sit nice and still…”
His eyes were glazing over, mouth falling open…
“It feels nice, doesn’t it?… to give in?….”
“That’s what you want, isn’t it?… to surrender?”
His mind was emptying, malleable and receptive, his head nodding in agreement.
“Of course it is….”
“We know what you want, sweetheart…”
A soft moan escaped him as he realized that the clothes of the two seductresses were now also falling away…
“I know baby…. it’s so exciting, isn’t it?”
“The thought of us making you ours… you want that so much, don’t you?”
They smiled at his desperate, pleading whine of need. It was time. He was ready. The collar was slipped around his neck.
“Would you like to come with us, honey? I bet you would…,” a voice purred as he found himself already being helped to his feet.
“Yesss,” he panted, head lowering submissively, wanting nothing more than to comply with every word that caressed his ears like silk. His mind was reeling, body responding, trapped between their soft, naked curves.
“C'mon baby, come with us… we’ll have so much fun,” a voice purred, his head nodding, body complying, as he allowed himself to be led into their bedroom… where four crimson, silk scarves attached to the bedposts awaited his arrival.
"Of course," Sophie said softly to herself with a smile.
She'd not yet been outside in her backyard for five minutes and already her next door neighbor had found a reason why he needed to be outside as well.
It didn't matter whether she was sunbathing. Gardening. Cutting the grass. Or just relaxing. If she was outside it was almost a certainty that it was only a matter of time until David would be as well.
With anyone else it might have come across to her as a little unnerving. Maybe even a little creepy. Or pervy. But it never felt that way with David.
He was an older gentleman who'd always been nothing but kind to her. Polite. Helpful. Respectful.
His one 'vice', if it could be called that, was how much of a struggle it was for him to resist the temptation of enjoying the view provided by his gorgeous next door neighbor.
And truthfully, Sophie was well aware how unfair it would be to put all of the blame on him. After all, she intentionally did not make it easy on him.
Leggings and tight lycra top. Skin tight exercise shorts and sports bra. Bikini swimsuits that maximized her tan. She loved that little rush of sexual power she felt every time a man was unable to keep from gazing at her with longing.
And given that David lived next door he was practically her own captive audience. Always there when she felt the urge to lure. To entice. To tease.
Today though she was feeling particularly bold.
Particularly mischievous.
Particularly curious.
And particularly hungry to unleash her inner, merciless cocktease on some unsuspecting gentleman.
And given the way he was looking so especially vulnerable today, his resistance clearly defenseless against her black plunging sports bra and ultra short workout shorts, Sophie decided today was the day to truly put him to the test and have some fun of her own.
So after wandering in to his yard for a bit of innocent, neighborly backyard banter, it took all of Sophie's willpower to not giggle at David's struggles.
He was doing everything in his power to maintain eye contact. To not let his gaze wander. To be the perfect gentleman. But she could tell that the way her luscious curves were displayed was slowly turning their innocent conversation into a form of maddening torture for her next door neighbor.
It was delicious.
So, she invited him to come over and join her on her patio for a beer, an opportunity which to no surprise he eagerly accepted. The conversation was flowing freely and by the time they were part way through their second beer David's struggles to maintain eye contact had become far more obvious than he realized.
And that was when Sophie made her move. In a voice that was perfectly calm, innocent, and judgment free, she casually commented, "David, you can just relax, you know. It's perfectly fine. I don't mind at all. In fact, I like it."
A cavalcade of alarms, buzzers, and warnings immediately erupted in his mind. Clearly suddenly nervous and on edge he replied, "I'm sorry? What don't you mind?"
Sophie smiled and paused just long enough to enjoy the way she had him squirming. Finally, she replied, "That you enjoy looking at me. That it's such a struggle for you to try to maintain eye contact when you're talking to me."
His mouth fell open and face turned bright red. "Sophie... I... I...," but was interrupted when she laughed softly and said, "David, hush. I told you it's fine. Do you honestly think I don't notice that every time I go outside to do something in the backyard you always seem to find a reason to come outside too?"
She grinned as he was momentarily rendered speechless, unable to do anything other than offer a sheepish, rather guilty smile. Continuing, in a soft voice, "Actually I think it's kind of sweet. Maybe even a little bit hot. And now can I make a little confession to you?"
"Please do," David quickly agreed, eager for this conversation to go any direction that might take some heat off of him.
"I love that you can't help yourself. That whenever I'm outside you just have to come out and look. It's like you just can't resist coming outside, hoping to get a look at me."
"Sophie, I... I....," he stammered.
"Shhh, and I love how you try so hard to maintain eye contact with me whenever we're talking but that it's such a struggle for you. How obvious it is that you want to look at my tits but you try so hard not to. And I really love that eventually they're just too much for you, that you just can't help yourself. Sometimes, you just have to give in and let you yourself have a little peek, don't you?"
Sophie smirked at the look on his face, the way he seemed to be unable to speak. She continued, her voice soft but authoritative. "Go on, David. Look at them. I want you to," she instructed softly, her fingers now tracing over the swells of her breasts, luring his gaze to them.
She smiled as he gave in, letting his gaze land on them. "Mmm, that's good," she purred encouragingly. "They're big, aren't they? Big and soft? Do you like them?"
Swallowing hard, he softly replied, "Yes," then looked away.
"Don't," Sophie instructed. "You don't have to look away. You want to see more, don't you? I'll let you, but you'll have to play by my rules."
With a confused look on his face he replied, "I'm sorry?"
Laughing softly, she replied, "I like to play games. Do you? Do you like to play games, David?"
She smiled as his mouth fell open, her guest once again rendered incoherent.
Sophie paused then in a soft voice continued, "I mean, if you're willing to play by my rules I'll let you see more. Way more. We can go inside and I'll let you watch me."
His eyes widened in disbelief and his jaw nearly hit the table. "Are you serious??"
"Mmm hmm, very," she purred. "To be clear though, I'm not talking about sex. That won't happen. You won't even be allowed to touch me. All you'll be able to do is watch. But, it will be hot, I promise you that. For both of us."
"For both of us??," he asked in confusion.
"Definitely. David, you enjoy looking at me. I've known that ever since I moved in. And I enjoy you looking at me."
"Seriously??"
"Yes sweetie, seriously. That's a hot button for me. Big time. Knowing a guy is looking at me... wanting me... but can't have me. It's a massive turn-on for me."
Sophie smiled at the look on his face, saying, "I know, this is the point when most guys walk away, and I totally get that."
David exhaled, then quietly said, "I'm still here."
"Mmm, indeed you are, aren't you?," she purred. "I should warn you David, if you agree to this you'll likely end up thinking I'm a bitch by the the time we're done. The fun part for me is seeing how badly I can make a guy want me, even though I have no intention of letting him do anything more than watch."
Swallowing hard, he answered, "Okay."
"David... sweetie... I know you enjoy looking at me but you need to understand, this would be different. You'd have to do as I say. You'd have to play by my rules. And they're totally not fair. Completely unreasonable. And, I make them up as I go. That way I can be sure everything goes exactly the way I want."
His face was flushed and beaded with perspiration but still he replied, "Okay."
"Still? Even after everything I've told you? Mmm, is that what you want, David? Do you want to play my game?," she purred.
Swallowing hard and nodding his head, he answered, "Yes. I do."
Chuckling softly, Sophie murmured, "Very good. Then let's go sweetie, let's go inside."
************
"Let's put this on you first," Sophie said a moment after they stepped inside. To his surprise David looked on as she slipped a blindfold down over his eyes.
"Can you see anything?," she asked as she adjusted the placement of it.
"No."
"Good, but don't worry. You will. But you don't get to see anything until I want you to. Now, come with me. We'll go slow, sweetie."
Sophie proceeded to lead the blindfolded man by the hand through her home, into her bedroom, then positioned him so he was standing at the foot of her bed, facing toward it.
"Give me your hand," she instructed, already taking his right hand with hers. After slipping it into the leather cuff attached near the top of the bedpost she tugged gently on the strap of the securing restraint, causing his arm to slowly be pulled higher and outward. She then secured it into place, leaving his arm outstretched and bound to the bedpost.
"Now the other one, David," she murmured, already at work repeating the process to his left arm, leaving her gentleman neighbor standing at the foot of her bed, his arms spread wide in an 'Y' shape and bound to the bedposts, facing her bed.
Pressing up against him from behind, Sophie kissed the back of his neck softly, murmuring, "Lovely." Winding her arms around him her fingers began undoing buttons on his shirt and tugging the fabric apart.
"Ever been restrained before, David?," her lips brushing against his ear.
"No...", both the nervousness and excitement obvious in his voice.
"Mmm, nice. I like that. Let me give you a little hint. Relax... don't overthink it. Just give in to the helplessness."
"Uh huh," he said in a voice that made Sophie smile. Clearly this man was reeling and becoming undone. It was utterly delightful to her.
After unbuttoning his shirt Sophie took a few moments to explore. Letting her hands roam over his chest. Slipping them inside his shirt so she could lightly trail her nails down his back. Her fingertips brushing back and forth over his nipples, teasing them until she smiled at his quiet whimper.
Her hands then drifted lower still and began working on his pants. Unfastening. Unzipping. Tugging the fabric of both his pants and briefs down his legs.
She smiled as he softly whimpered, "Sophie...," when he realized not only was he now 'revealed' before his next door neighbor, but also that there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.
"Embrace the helplessness, David," she murmured near his ear.
Sophie's fingertips began teasing along his hips and thighs, causing his cock to involuntarily, and obediently, respond to her attention.
"Relax...," she murmured near his ear. "We're not going to do anything. I want you hard for me, but that's all you get. You don't get anything more."
Smirking at his moan, she allowed her fingertips to find his cock where they landed with such gentleness it was barely perceptible. Ever so slowly they began to lightly trace and tease along the length of him. Her touch was gentle, almost cruelly gentle. Delicate, barely touching him at all, just enough so that his cock would feel as if it were being sensually tantalized by feathery light caresses. Denying him the sensation of feeling her hand wrapped around him.
His mouth fell open, hips quivered, and her bound captive was once again weakly whimpering her name. Sometimes, mindlessly whispering, "Fuck..."
"Do you like that?," she whispered huskily. "When I make you hard for me?"
"Yesss..."
"Yeah? It feels good?"
"Yesss...," he moaned.
Sophie bit her lower lip softly at the way his hips were writhing. Searching.
"You want more though, don't you? You want me to wrap my hand around it. You want me to stroke it, don't you?"
"Oh god, please," he moaned. "Yes... I do. So much."
Smirking, she purred, "But it's okay if I don't, right? If this is all you get to have? You'd be okay with that, wouldn't you?"
"Yes...," he whimpered.
"Mmm, you know David, I think you and I are going to be able to get along quite nicely together. I appreciate a man who understands sometimes you just don't get to have what you want, no matter how badly you want it."
Pausing briefly, in a softer, noticeably more wicked voice Sophie purred, "I'm curious though, now that you know that I love being... a cocktease... do you think badly of me?"
She smiled at his whimper at the way she drew out the word... cocktease. The way his hips writhed and thrusted, as if searching for more of her touch. "No... I don't," he panted.
"No?," she murmured teasingly. "You wouldn't think I was being mean to you if all I wanted was to get you all hot and bothered... to make your cock get hard and excited for me... even though I have absolutely no intention of doing anything about it?"
"My god... Sophie...," he whimpered.
"I won't if you don't want me to. I'll untie you right now and let you go if that's what you'd prefer. But if you stay you should know, that's exactly what I'm going to do to you."
The moment he felt her hands at his wrist, as if she were about to free him from his restraint, David quickly said, "No, no! Don't! Please don't! You don't have to let me go, I'll stay... it's ok with me, I promise!"
Smirking, she drew her fingers away from his cock, now denying him even those maddening, feathery delicate caresses. Instead, her caresses now swirled and traced agonizingly close, causing his hips to begin involuntarily, pitifully squirming.
"Are you sure, sweetie? Are you really sure? Because I'm serious, I'm not going to do anything for you. I won't let you cum. I will though do my best to see how badly I can make you wish you could. How badly I can make you want me. That's what turns me on, David. Watching how badly you want me, but knowing that you can't."
She allowed her hand to slip between his parted legs, now allowing her fingertips to tease and feather lightly along his sensitive balls. Immediately he gasped and whimpered her name, his arms jerking against his bonds.
Laughing softly, Sophie murmured, "Is that what you want too? Is that what you want me to do to you?"
He was in a state of disbelief at how excruciatingly hard his cock was getting, even though for the most part it was being ignored. Neglected. Being offered just enough pleasure to make him achingly aroused and desperate for more.
His body was now trembling. Hips thrusting. Breathing labored. But he also could not be more crystal clear that it was this or nothing. So, he replied the only way he could.
"Yes, I do... that's what I want," he panted.
"Mmm, good. I love hearing that," Sophie purred with a soft chuckle.
Her delicately manicured nails continued their maddening feathering of his balls until his moans turned to whimpers. Whimpers turned to whines. And eventually beads of precum began to ooze from his defenseless, untouched cock.
Smiling at his moan of frustration, Sophie allowed her fingertip to touch the tip of his cock, slowly swirling and spreading the precum around the head. Her tongue teased his ear as she murmured, "That's perfect, baby. Now, don't go anywhere. I'll be back soon. It's almost showtime."
************
When she returned, Sophie removed the blindfold from the man who was standing at the foot of her bed, bound between the bedposts. Circling around him, she knelt high on her knees on the bed near him, allowing him to see her for the first time since they'd entered her bedroom.
Her attire was simple. Intimate. Sensual. Feminine. Nothing like he'd ever seen by gazing at her from his backyard.
Running her hands slowly along her curves, the swells of her breasts, she asked, "Do you like what you see, David?"
"Yesss...," he replied, his eyes seemingly roaming everywhere.
"Is this better than watching me from your backyard? From your patio?," she teased.
"Yesss...."
"Good," Sophie purred, her fingertips again just barely fluttering and tracing like feathers along his cock, coaxing it back toward the bursting point.
"You know, I like that you can't resist the temptation to look at me whenever you see me outside," she continued. "That you just can't help yourself... but I like this so much better. It's so much hotter, don't you think? Being right here in my bedroom? Being able to see me so close? Even though you still can't have me?"
"Yesss," he panted, barely able to believe what was happening, his hips desperately trying to find a way to feel more of the touch of her hand.
Instead, she pulled it away completely, provoking a little whimper of frustration from him.
"Good. Then I want your eyes on me David... at all times. No fair looking away, understand?"
"Okay...," he panted.
Sophie then made her way back onto the bed, her nearly naked curves stretched out before him, and she let out a soft, sultry purr of lust. For the next hour she put on a display of her sensual curves that was so seductive, so hot, that it soon evolved into what was nearly cruel, erotic torment.
Her soft hands ran slowly and tauntingly over her curves, the swells of her breasts, her voice murmuring and teasing her captive audience.
Sophie chuckled at his groan when she finally, mercifully, undid the button that allowed her breasts to tumble free.
"Is that what you've been wanting to see, David?....hmm?... ever since I moved in I bet, hmm?... I bet you wish you could touch them, don't you?... have them in your mouth?"
She purred with lust at how desperate, how aroused, how helpless he looked. His mouth was hanging open. Eyes glazed over. Body glistening with perspiration. And his cock was gloriously swollen, beads of precum making the tip glisten.
Crawling back toward him like a tigress, Sophie pressed her soft curves against him. Her hands running over his body. Lips and tongue teasing at his neck and shoulders. "Doing okay, baby?," she teased huskily. "Have you had enough, or do you think you could handle some more?"
Grinning at his whimper, Sophie touched her lips to his ear, and with her tongue softly swirling, whispered, "Do you think you could handle watching me cum?"
"Sophie my god....," he groaned. "Yes, yes I can handle it...."
"We'll see," she chuckled before stretching back out on the bed before him again.
With her body once again slowly, sinuously, writhing she allowed her hands to drift down her body, slipping just inside her panties that clung cruelly below her hips, denying him a view of what he was so desperate to see.
With soft, seductive moans of pleasure Sophie began edging herself. Bringing herself close, then stopping. Again. And again. She smirked at his begging. His shameless pleas.
"Sophie my god please? Don't stop?? Please, just cum?? Oh my god I want to see you cum so bad!"
"Yeah? Would you like that? Is that what you want? You don't think that would be mean of me? If I were to cum but you couldn't?", she teased.
"Noo, I don't! I want you to! I want you to cum so bad!"
Finally, after bringing herself to the edge four... five... six more times, Sophie moaned and said, "Ok, that's all, we're done. That's all you get to see sweetie."
The look on his face was so priceless it took all of her willpower to not cum on the spot anyway. He looked so desperate. So broken. So frustrated that he seemed on the verge of breaking down in tears.
It was so fucking hot. Perfect. Exactly what she had hoped for, and more.
Sophie made her way back to him, sitting high on her knees, her hand going to his cock where her silky fingers began toying with the oozing precum. Swirling it aound the head. Painting it along the shaft.
Ignoring his pitiful whine, she asked, "So, did you like it, David? Did you have fun? Did you like watching me?"
"Yesss...," he groaned. "It was unbelievable..."
"Good, and how does your cock feel? Does it ache? Is it frustrated? Does it wanna cum?"
"Soooo much..."
"Mmm, that's perfect," she purred, pulling her hand completely away when he tried to thrust into it. "And you're not mad at me because I'm not going to let it? Because I'm going to leave it just like this?"
"No...," he whimpered. "I'm not."
"Well, good for you," she said, reaching toward the cuff as if to free his wrist. "In that case, it's a good thing that I'm letting you go now. Because I assure you, if I were to do what I really want to do to you? Oh sweetie, you would never so much as even want to look at me again."
Sophie had to fight back a smirk when as soon as David sensed she was beginning to undo the cuff, in a panic stricken voice he cried out, "Sophie no! Wait! Don't do that!"
The room fell silent for a moment before in a softer voice he continued, "You... don't have to let me go. I'll be fine... I can handle more. You can do.... you know, whatever you wanted. I won't be mad, I promise."
Pausing in her work, her hand moved away from the cuff, drifted to his agonizingly frustrated cock and for the very first time encircled it. Softly. Gently. Then began to stroke with the most subtle of ministrations.
"Oh honey, that's sweet of you to offer, but I could never do that to you. Can I be blatantly honest with you? You have absolutely no idea what I could do to you. What I would love to do to you. Sweetie, you're so desperate for me already that I could have your poor cock exploding for me in ten seconds if I wanted... and I've really not even done a thing yet. David, if I were to do what I really wanted to do, I'd have you a desperate... broken... mess."
"Oh god... Sophie," he moaned. "But, you can... you can do more... whatever you want. I want you to. Please??"
"No sweetie," she replied. "It wouldn't be the same. Not for me anyway. I'm glad that you enjoyed today though. I did too. But this will be the only time you and I play like this."
"Why??," he whined in protest. "I can handle it if you want to do more! I want you to! And I won't be mad, I promise!"
Laughing softly she murmured, "No David, it wouldn't be the same. Not once I undid the cuffs and let you go home."
"Why??"
"Because sweetie, we both know what you'll do the minute you walk into your house. You'll take matters into your own hands, so to speak. And as soon as you do that? Well then, my game is over. The fun is all over for me."
"I... I don't understand?," he countered, his mind trying to wrap itself around what she'd just said.
"What I mean is.... the game is for me to see how hot I can make you. How turned on I can get you. How badly I can make you want to cum. But mostly? My game is about, after I've done all of that to you, seeing how long I can keep you just... like... that."
"Oh... my... god...," he whispered.
Now speaking in a soft, almost hushed voice, her hand gently coaxing him closer to the edge, she added, "And David, the way you're feeling right now? That doesn't even scratch the surface of how badly I want to have you aching to cum for me. So you can see, once I let you go the game will be all over. It loses all of its fun, and I'm just not interested anymore."
Sweat was now pouring off his body.
His legs so rubbery he likely would've crumbled had his outstretched arms not still been secured to the bedposts and keeping him upright at the foot of her bed.
His mind in such complete disarray he could barely think.
His cock so agonizingly hard and close to cumming a strand of precum now dangled from the crimson head.
And that was when he mindlessly blurted out, "Then I won't! I won't do it! I won't make myself cum! I promise!"
Rolling her eyes and laughing, Sophie sarcastically said, "Right. Of course you won't. You'll go home and just leave it alone. Even though you'll be thinking about watching me on my bed. How hot it was to be bound to my bedposts. How badly you wanted my perfect tits in your mouth. And how incredible it would have felt to cum in my soft, warm hand..."
She then pulled her hand away, causing a tormented groan of frustration from him and then teased, "... if only I wouldn't have stopped and pulled my hand away. Is that really what you expect me to believe, David?"
Panting, he replied, "Yesss, I do. I promise. Sophie, I won't do it, I promise."
Shaking her head and saying, "Really. You promise."
"I do, I promise."
Momentarily Sophie walked away from the bed. When she returned he couldn't help but notice something dangling from her hand. Something silver. Something steel. Something frightening.
A chastity cage.
In a calm, innocent voice, Sophie murmured, "So then that means, you wouldn't have any problem with me putting this on you? Locking your cock inside it? Keeping the key? So you couldn't touch your cock even if you wanted to? I mean, you just promised me you'd leave it alone. Shouldn't be any big deal for you. I mean, you just promised me you'd leave it alone, right?"
"My god...," he whispered in disbelief.
"That's what I thought," she said in a disappointed voice, already walking away from him.
With his mind so thoroughly scrambled he could think of nothing other than how badly he did not want his fun with his goddess of a next door neighbor to come to an end, David surprised even himself. "You can... you can do it. You can put it on me... it's ok."
Grinning inwardly, Sophie turned back toward him, making her way back onto the bed. Again she was kneeling up high on her knees, her soft breasts pressing into him, her hands again softly roaming and caressing, causing involuntary shudders and quivers in him.
"Just so I'm clear," she murmured. "Are you asking me to lock you into chastity? Is that you want, David?"
Swallowing hard, he softly replied, "Yes." Then after a brief pause he added, "How long would it be for?"
Taking his cock gently in her hand again, softly teasing, she replied, "Well I don't know. But I should remind you of what I told you earlier. It's my game. I make the rules. I change them when I want. And they're completely unfair and unreasonable. So, I suppose the answer to your question is... as long as I want."
"My god...."
"Sweetie, relax. You don't have to play. This can be all over and we can go back to being normal, regular neighbors. It's fine..."
Nearly whimpering he pleaded, "Nooo, I don't want that. I don't want this to be over. Please?"
Calmly, she repeated, "Then let me ask you again, are you asking me to lock you into chastity? Even though you don't know how long that might be?"
"Yes... please. Sophie please? Please lock me in chastity? As long as you want... please??"
Now with a soft, taunting laugh, she teased, "Oh David, listen to you sweetheart. Are you begging me to lock up your cock? And keep you that way for as long as I want? Even if I have you at the point that you feel like your poor cock is going to absolutely burst if I won't let it cum? Do you really want me to do that to you that badly?"
Shaking. Trembling. Confused. And whimpering helplessly, he replied, "Yes, I do... please. That's what I want."
Chuckling softly, she murmured, "Well then, if that's what you want... if that will make you happy... then of course I will."
And as she worked on gently manipulating his cock and balls into their new home, imprisoning them and making them her own, Sophie purred, "I'm so glad we had this little talk today, David. We're going to have such fun together. And I'm so looking forward to us continuing our game together for such a long, long time. Aren't you?"
And with a wicked smirk on her face, the lock clicked shut.
The two best friends always looked forward to those long weekends when they could escape for a getaway.
Just the two of them.
Girls' weekend.
An opportunity for the two 'partners in crime' to relax... or, who knows? Perhaps find an adventure or even... a bit of mischief?
While they indeed enjoyed the excitement and nightlife afforded by lavish big city hotels, they also found that the quaint intimacy of a small bed and breakfast could quench their appetite for adventure.
They'd been enjoying a bottle of the local wine downstairs late Saturday evening when they noticed the arrival of another guest.
A weary traveler. A young man traveling alone.
After smiling politely toward him the two women grinned conspiratorially to one another when he made his way to his room and was out of view.
Already their minds were on the same page. It wasn't a question of 'if', but rather only a question of 'when'.
"Tonight?," one asked.
After a brief, thoughtful pause the other replied, "Hmm, I think not. He looks tired. Let's allow him a chance to rest first."
With her eyes sparkling wickedly, the response was, "Breakfast?"
"Breakfast indeed."
The next morning, even before the young man had an opportuity to sit down he found himself being unexpectedly greeted by the women he'd seen briefly the night before.
Soft hands possessively roaming his body, one over house mouth to silence him... their voices offering hushed murmurs of reassurance.
"Shhh.... relax, sweetie... everything's fine... but, we've been waiting for you... we want you to come with us... c'mon baby... it'll be fun... we promise... you'll see."
It felt to him as if he'd been put on autopilot, the now dazed young man allowing himself to be led away.
The moment he was lured into their room his gaze couldn't help but be attracted to the large four poster bed, a crimson scarf already secured to each post.
As he heard the clicking of the door being locked behind him a voice purred seductively in his ear, "Mmm hmm, yes sweetie... those are just for you. It's going to be so sexy, you'll see."
And as the women proceeded to secure their prey into place, they shared a knowing grin of anticipation.
She has been rubbing her oiled tits up and down your shaft for the past half hour. It felt so amazing, and you desperately wanted to cum. You had been riding a hard edge for almost the entire time, and every time you begged, she only pushed you harder. More pressure, faster strokes, more attention to the head. Your balls were clenching so hard that it literally hurt. But ever since the hypnosis six weeks ago, you've been unable to cum unless she says a secret word.
She said it once, immediately after the hypnosis, just to prove that it worked. You had had a completely unprovoked orgasm right there in the therapist's office. No build up, no stimulation. She said the word and you just....spurted, right there in your pants. You couldn't even remember the word. When you thought back, all you could remember was static.
But that was the last time she had used it. No orgasms since, no matter how hard you tried. And no matter how hard you begged, like you were right now, she just laughed and went faster.
Your keyholder had told you that the only response you were allowed to give her friend was 'Yes, Mistress', no matter what she asked you. So when her very first question was, "Would you give up your next orgasm for a look at my panties?" your heart sank and your cock throbbed in its steel prison as you gave her the only answer you could.
But you knew she was going to demand the services of your tongue sooner or later, and if it cost you an orgasm just to look, how much would it cost you to taste her?
Your tutor loved it when you got an answer right. She would reward you with a taste of her juicy pussy. It was more of a reward for her than for you, but if you were really good she would unlock your chastity cage at the end of the semester....
She rolled her hips, grinding them down on your balls. Her bikini covered cunt pressed them down onto your steel base ring, and you cried out in pain.
It wasn't until she said, "Open your eyes! Look at me!" that you realized you were scrunching them shut because of the pain. She ground her hips down extra hard, causing your back to arch and your face to contort in agony.
"You don't like the view?" she asked sweetly. "Fine. Let's change it up." She blissfully lifted herself up off your balls. But she climbed up and straddled your face. The pussy that had been torturing you seconds ago pressed down around your mouth and nose, sealing off all access to air.
"Now LOOK AT ME!" she demanded, and you opened your eyes. The view was amazing. You could see her flat, toned stomach leading up to her big, amazing breasts, all framed by her powerful thighs on either side of your head. And right there in the center, her beautiful face. Her cruel smile and the mischievous glint in her eyes told you that she was nowhere near done having fun....
As Marie focused most of her attention on finishing up the food in the kitchen she occasionally glanced into the other room, keeping an eye on her boyfriend to see how he was holding up.
Soon, he would find himself the focus of all of their attention… helpless and at their mercy… the centerpiece of their evening of erotic pleasures and carnal lusts.
But for now he sat bound to a chair, naked except for the thin fabric of his boxers that represented the last line of defense for his cock that was already hard, swollen and dripping with need.
Her friends were preparing him for the evening, warming him up, teasing him. They taunted him with their nearness, the view of their shared kisses, so close yet out of his reach.
From the kitchen Marie smiled at the look on his face, his dazed, helpless arousal. With each breath, he drew in more of the effects of the powerful exotic aphrodisiacs that her friends gently blew toward him, the erotic herbs making him dizzy and feverish with lust.
She laughed softly to herself. Poor, sweet boy. She could see it on his face. He was becoming so turned on, so sexually needy, yet clearly he wasn’t understanding why.
Making it all the hotter to her was the fact that this was only the beginning for him. He would become hotter, harder, more and more desperate with sexual need and he would be powerless to stop it.
Feeling a brief moment of sympathy she went to him and caressed his face gently. “Relax sweetie, you’re ok,” she purred reassuringly. “Don’t try to fight it, you won’t be able to. Just give in and let it happen.”
She then gave him a kiss that was so soft, so sensual, that when she eventually drew back he was panting with need, looking at her pleadingly as he whimpered, “Please??”
“Oh honey, you poor thing,” she murmured sympathetically, stroking his hair as she purred with arousal of her own from how deliciously desperate this poor boy already was.
With her eyes sparkling wickedly Marie then looked at her friends and announced, “It’s time…. he’s ready.”
At that point the dazed young man was freed from the chair, only to find himself surrounded by the four predatory women who guided him into a candle lit bedroom, the erotic scent of more aphrodisiacs filling the air.
Awaiting him were restraints attached to each bedpost… bowls of warm oil that soft hands would soon be applying to his bound, trembling body… and steel rings that would imprison his swollen cock and heavy balls, ensuring his erection would continue to ache and drip with need for hours with no hope of release.
After tugging down his boxers and tossing them aside the women positioned themselves at the corners of the bed, each of them taking one of his limbs, spreading them outward… securing his wrists and ankles into the sturdy restraints.
“Oh god….,” he moaned helplessly, his body instinctively writhing and straining as he tested his bonds.
“Mmm, I know baby, you can’t get away,” Marie cooed. “You’re so helpless and so turned on, aren’t you? But you need to try to relax, this is just the very beginning for you.”
She gave a subtle nod to her friends then perched herself on the bed next to her bound, helpless boyfriend. He whimpered softly with need as he watched the three women begin to slowly peel away their clothes… everywhere he looked alluring female curves were being teasingly revealed to his longing gaze.
“Look at them,” she urged in a sultry voice, her fingers raking through his hair. “They’re so sexy, aren’t they? And they all want to see how hot they can make you… how hard they can get you… how badly they can make you want to cum…”
Marie smiled at his whine, then touched her lips to his ear and whispered, “We all do… but especially me. I want you aching so bad, baby… so completely desperate… I want to watch as you break right before our very eyes.”
With a soft, taunting laugh she then joined her friends, peeling away her clothes as well, smiling as his eyes glazed over with need.
A moment later his mouth fell open in a lust filled daze as soft female hands were seemingly everywhere… some applying warm oil to his trembling body… others gently manipulating his cock and balls into the steel rings that would hold them captive, ensuring that his churning, pent-up cum would remain trapped helplessly within them, unable to release…
Right where they wanted…. and for as long as they wanted.
Then, once they were satisfied with their preparations the four cockteases shared a knowing smile and descended upon their prey….
The room soon filling with the sweet sounds of female pleasures… and the exquisite agony of helpless male frustration.
“Best out of 3″ she yelled across the field, “Loser goes down on the winner. Right here. Right now. Deal?” After 3 weeks of watching her from a distance, and that being the first thing she’d ever said to him, Jason figured he should at least go over and say hello - and then win.
"Yeah... not sure the Professor heard a word we said though..."
"Heh... Maybe not... but, we had his attention the whole time! And from the way he's covering his crotch with his notepad, I'd bet his enthusiasm for the subject just spilled over... into our grades... and his pants!"
"He he... we do have great subjects... and I think we covered them just the right ammout!"
She was almost old enough to be his mother and he was so obsessed with pleasing her that as far as he was concerned - she owned him. He had been drinking with a couple of his university friends at a local bar when she approached him, offering to buy him a drink. A woman approaching him was totally new to him and he was caught off guard for a moment until his friends started egging him on to go talk to her. He accepted her offer and sat with her at the bar. She was much more direct than any woman he had flirted with before and it kinda turned him on that this sexy older woman was trying to pick him up. About 30 minutes later he found himself in the back of a cab on the way to her place.
She was all over him. Kissing him as her hand wandered between his legs feeling the hard bulge that was trapped inside his pants. After they got to her place she closed the door behind them and started pulling his clothes off as she pushed him against a wall. She reached behind her and unzipped her dress letting it fall to the floor. His hands were all over her tits, fondling them, squeezing them as he felt her pull down his shorts. His cock was as hard as it had ever felt in his life. She was instantly on her knees and sliding her mouth over his cock. He looked down at her as she worked and sucked his cock in ways that he had never experienced before.
He usually prided himself on being able to last longer than the average guy his age before cumming but he was no match for her hands and mouth. He could feel the cum almost being sucked straight from his balls and he was helpless to hold back. She looked up at him as he exploded hot and sticky into her mouth. He groaned loud as she milked him and from that moment he knew he was now hers.
She could do anything she wanted to him and he would comply. He was lost in this older woman’s experienced touch. Moments later he was fucking her over her kitchen table. His cock never softened for a second and as she bent over for him in her heels and stockings he slid deep inside her pussy. She begged to be fucked hard and he duly obliged. He had just cum so he knew he could last quite a while before having to cum again, so he slammed is cock into her over and over as he held her by her hips. All he wanted to do was please her. He had known her for just over an hour and all he wanted was to make her cum and scream again and again.
He fucked her until she squealed and came all over his cock, then she turned and sat on the edge of the desk, pulling him back inside her, wrapping her legs around him as he fucked her over and over as deep as he could. He was still in control of his next cum until she pulled him tight to her and ran her nails down his back. It was too much for him and he started spraying his cum inside her soaked pussy.
After that she took him up to her bed where she got him hard again within minutes and then rode him so hard that he thought her bed might break in two. His hands full of her tits as she bounced up and down his hard cock. She screamed as she came again, fucking him wildly as the sight and sounds of her orgasm made him explode up into her pussy once more. She kept him at her place for a whole week. They would fuck as soon as they woke before she would go to work for a few hours while he slept, regaining some of his energy back, then after she got home they would fuck all night until dawn. He was her walking cock toy and he loved every minute of it 💋
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