Literotic asexstories – Neighbors Ch. 29 by betaboy84,betaboy84
My mind was a whirlwind on the drive back home. Sarah and Zach’s one sided make out session at the gym was burned in my memory. I was equal parts jealous, aroused, and confused. My caged cock was aching from the experience I just had, and several times during the drive I reached down and tried to readjust the position of the cage. It had been a month or so since my last orgasm, and it seems like every time I got excited now it took longer and longer for my cock to give up and stop trying to get hard.
Just as I pulled into my driveway I got a text from Claire.
Claire *You’re my ride for tonight Chris. Pick me up at 10. Already cleared it with Amber*
I shrugged. I had anticipated chauffeuring Amber, but if she had other arrangements…
My phone dinged again.
Claire *And don’t forget to wear some nice date night panties! You’re going out on the town! Dress up a little! I’ll be checking :)*
Ugghh.
I checked the time. It was already almost nine o’clock. I probably had enough time to check in with Amber to see if she needed anything before showering and changing and getting Claire.
I stepped out of my car. That’s when I noticed Justin’s car was in Amber’s driveway. Parked right next to her new BMW.
I felt another wave of jealousy run through me. I had spent all afternoon cleaning and cooking for Amber. And it had been fantastic. One of the first days I had worked for her where we got to hang out a little and talk. Ok, maybe we didn’t talk too much but at least I got to sit with her while she watched TV. She had praised my work and said I was doing such a good job for her. And then Justin comes over – this cocky arrogant college kid – and gets to fuck her whenever he wants. Or I guess whenever she wants. I wasn’t totally clear on the details of the arrangement.
Maybe they were just hanging out, I thought. I crossed the lawn to her driveway and started up the porch steps.
I halted. The blinds were drawn, but the way the lights were set in the living room I could see faint shadows outlined on the slats. It looked like figures moving. I took another couple of hesitant steps onto the porch.
I could hear them now. From the vague shadows, it looked like they were fucking on Amber’s couch. I think Amber was on top, riding Justin.
“OOH……fuck….fuck…..fuck….yes just like that….oh……”
I also heard Justin’s low grunts and growls.
I couldn’t help myself. I crept closer to the door and bent down to put my ear against it. Luckily Amber didn’t have her porch light on so I was relatively concealed from the street.
I could hear much better with my ear pressed against Amber’s front door.
“Fuck me with your cock…come on…give it…that’s right…don’t you dare come…I want another one…uhh…uhh…” Amber’s voice was rising in a crescendo. She was clearly working towards an orgasm. Justin was saying something too but the lower pitch of his voice wasn’t clearly audible. I felt my cock try to swell again and winced at the pain. The cumulative effects of so many crushed erections was taking a toll on my cock. It ached so badly now when I tried to get hard. And this wasn’t even with the “virtual spike” setting on my chastity cage that punished me with electric shocks if it detected arousal.
I reached down and shifted my cage around in my exercise shorts again, trying to get some relief. I knew I should stop my snooping – it was only making things increasingly painful for me. Grimacing with discomfort, I put my ear back to the door. I reached for the door frame to steady myself.
DIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG
Fuck! I glanced at my hand in panic. I had set it right on the doorbell! I Jerked away from the door and tried to sprint off of the porch. My leg got tangled in a small table Amber kept by the door with a couple of small plants on it. Both the table and I slammed to the floor with a crash. The unexpected tumble knocked the breath out of me, and I laid there for a second shaking my head and trying to get some air back in my lungs.
Amber’s front door swung open with a bang.
“What the fuck is going on out here!”
I heard Justin’s voice bellowing into the night. I looked up and over my shoulder just as he looked down and saw me sprawled out on the porch.
“What the fuck…Chris?”
My eyes traveled down his body. He was completely nude. His raging cock was standing straight out from his body, bobbing slightly as he moved. He didn’t seem to care that he was brightly illuminated on a dark night. I guess that if I had a body and cock like that I wouldn’t care either.
I looked back up at his face and saw his expression darken.
“Get the fuck in here,” he barked, and I half rose to my knees. He stepped forward and bent over, grabbing my upper arm with his right hand. He turned and walked back into the house, basically pulling me in as I scrambled on my hands and knees to keep up. I barked my shins immediately on the top porch step as he spun me around, and my shoulder banged into the doorframe. At one point I felt his hard cock slap against my shoulder. In a flash I was inside Amber’s living room, and I heard the front door slam menacingly behind me.
“Look who was on your porch being a fucking peeping tom,” Justin growled. I glanced over at the couch. Amber was kneeling on the couch and had obviously just pulled on a T shirt – Justin’s from the look of it. It fell almost to her knees. She gave me a look that made me want to disappear from the face of the earth.
“Bank. What the actual fuck.” She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. For a second. “Please tell me this isn’t happening. Please tell me I didn’t get interrupted from a nice orgasm because you were trying to spy on me.”
Justin let go of my arm, sending me sprawling to the tiled floor at the front door entry way. I ignored the way my elbows bashed painfully against the hard surface. I racked my brain for any excuse for why I could be over here. I realized I had come over to see if she needed anything – at least that was the plan until I saw Justin’s car. Then I guess I did snoop a bit…
“Uh….I’m sorry Miss…I…I came over to see if you needed anything before I got ready to go to the club.”
Amber slowly moved her hand from between her eyes and glared at me.
“Do you expect me to believe that you didn’t notice Justin’s car in the driveway? And you didn’t think for just one second that maybe you should have given us a little privacy?”
I swallowed. Her hair was a mess – completely tangled and wild. But her body swelled enticingly against the T-shirt – even strained against the fabric at places. And I was reasonably sure she was naked underneath….
“…can’t believe that…Hello, bank? I’m fucking talking to you,” Amber snapped. I shook my head. I had been distracted and must have zoned out for a second.
I heard a disgusted grunt and looked up. Justin was still towering over me. I couldn’t help but notice his impressive cock hadn’t shrunk in the slightest. It was still thick and hard and I could see it was slightly shiny with moisture. It was directly above me, and I could see his large balls dangling a foot or so from my face.
“Honestly bank…just….Jesus Christ. Justin, make him pay.”
With a growl, Justin grabbed me by my arm again and dragged me to the couch. I was a fairly normal sized man, but Justin towered over me by a good four or five inches, and while I was working out quite a bit now, he had the impressive musculature of someone dedicated to the weight room for years. I couldn’t resist him if I tried, which I didn’t particularly feel like I could. What was I going to do – try to fight him? Best case scenario I landed a lucky blow and ran out the door. Then I would have hell to pay with Amber at some point. Even if I wanted to avoid her or somehow escape her grasp, there was the small matter of a steel cage around my dick, that only she could ever unlock. Worst case I tried to resist and failed and that would just make things worse.
I brushed up against Justin’s body. I thought I felt his meaty cock on my cheek for just a second as he pushed me forcefully against the couch. I was kneeling on the carpet facing the back cushions. Amber was kneeling just to my right, looking down at me angrily. Justin was on my left side, also semi kneeling – he had one knee on the ground but his right knee was up to give him more leverage. I definitely felt his cock bounce against my left thigh as he maneuvered.
Suddenly, Justin took my left arm and twisted it hard behind my back. I uttered a cry and pitched forward. My face was pushed forcefully against the cushion as Justin wrenched my arm up until it met my right shoulder blade.
I was completely pinned – immobile. I twisted my head to the side and looked straight up at Amber, my eyes pleading.
She responded by holding the T-shirt firmly against her closed legs and giving me a dangerous look.
“Trying to look up my shirt, bank?” I tried to shake my head but it was pressed too hard against the couch.
“Justin he’s trying to look at my pussy,” She said, turning to her man who was crouched behind me, pinning me to the couch.
“Fucking Chris…” he breathed. I gasped as he grabbed the waistband of my gym shorts and panties and pulled them down in one swift motion. They bunched around my knees, making movement even more difficult.
“I was just trying to fuck my girl,” he growled in my ear.
SMACKKKKK
I cried out in surprise and pain. He had spanked my bare ass with his hand so hard it made my body jerk forward into the couch.
“And you had to fuck that up. Right when she was about to cum on my cock too.”
SMACKKKKK
I bit my lip, trying not to give him the satisfaction of crying out again.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
SMACKKKKK
I felt my eyes water with the stinging pain. I had been whipped and cropped and caned by Ms. Sutton and punished by Amber, but this was different. This was a man quite a bit larger than me hitting me full force.
Amber slid off the couch, keeping her borrowed shirt primly pressed against her thighs. She knelt by my side where my right arm was scrabbling at the couch, trying to find purchase to get some leverage to get off the couch. She grabbed my wrist with both hands and slowly and inexorably forced it behind my back as well. A second later I was trapped, held in place by Justin and Amber. Both wrists were being painfully wrenched behind by back.
SMACKKKKK
SMACKKKKK
“Please!” I cried out, breaking my vow to keep silent.
SMACKKKKK
“I was just about to come,” Amber hissed, leaning forward to whisper in my ear.
“I know you probably forgot what that feels like, but it’s pretty fucking great. And you messed that up. Right when I was on the fucking edge!”
SMACKKKKK
Justin was leaning into me now to get more leverage – that also served to push me deeper into the couch. I could now feel his massive cock pressed against my left hip as he struck again and again. He was somehow still rock hard.
Several hard smacks followed, one immediately after the other. Justin wasn’t trying to take his time – he was pissed I interrupted his fucking and he wanted me to pay. I was crying at this point, tasting salty tears that streamed down my cheeks and dampened the couch cushion around me. I didn’t even realize Amber had let go of my wrist until I felt fabric sliding over my face and head. It must be Justin’s T shirt that Amber had put on when I intruded. Now Amber was using it like a make shift hood to cover my entire head. I realized she was now probably totally naked. Despite the punishment my ass was taking, I felt myself try to grow hard again.
I felt rather than heard Amber leave for a second. My right arm was free, and I flailed behind me wildly, trying to block Justin’s powerful smacks. I couldn’t see anything and he had all of the leverage, so he simply struck where I wasn’t covering. My semi incoherent blubbering didn’t seem to bother him in the slightest.
Suddenly I felt something cool and metallic clamp around my left wrist – the one Justin was holding in a vice-like grip. I heard a ratcheting sound and then lightly pressure on my wrist. When the hell did Amber get handcuffs? Without interrupting Justin, Amber wrestled my right wrist back into place behind my back, and I felt the same cold clamp and ratcheting sound. Both of my wrists were now locked behind my back. I felt Amber on the couch next to me, and suddenly she was on me. I groaned as her knees drove into my back, and then she put a hand on the back of my head. She wasn’t being gentle, just climbing on me as if I was a piece of furniture. I felt her weight shift and realized she was on her back now, at right angles to the direction I was facing. She was lying along the length of the couch, with her body on top of mine. I felt her wavy auburn hair on my right shoulder as she wriggled around to get comfortable. I couldn’t believe Amber was lying naked on top of me…I couldn’t see anything at all – she had made sure of that. But it was amazing to feel her bare skin against my arms and neck…
A dull ache from my chastity cage as my cock mindlessly tried to get hard.
Justin let go of my arm, but I was held just as firmly by Amber’s body weight into the couch, with no leverage to move or slide out of the way.
“I’ll take care of bank now, Justin,” Amber breathed. I felt something else – something heavyish and rough – brush against my bruised and painful ass cheeks.
“Fuck yeah,” Justin growled, and I felt him climb onto the couch. Oh god…they were going to fuck literally on top of me…Amber must have her legs spread, and Justin was climbing between them, aiming his still impossibly hard cock at her pussy…I groaned as my cock swelled yet again.
My imagined scenario seemed confirmed when a few seconds later I heard Amber groan softly and I felt Justin’s massive weight push me further down. I had to focus on breathing a little with the shirt wrapped around my head and the weight of two bodies on top of me.
“Ohhhh your cock feels so good,” Amber moaned. “Fuck me…fuck me hard. Make me come.”
Justin grunted and started fucking her in earnest. I could feel each thrust and bounced slightly with the increased pressure.
SMACK
My ass suddenly felt like it was on fire! I cried out reflexively from the pain and shock. Amber and Justin ignored me.
SMACK
Oh god…I had felt Amber move right before the blow. She must have something – a belt? Or a strap of some kind? Amber was striking my ass with something that left an incredible sting.
“Miss! Please!” I begged, but I don’t even know if they heard me over the sounds they were making. Plus my face was pushed into the couch.
Justin slowly but inexorably increased his pace, with Amber’s very vocal encouragements. She started whipping me in rhythm to Justin’s thrusts, which meant they were coming faster and faster. The pain was almost unbearable, but at the same time my cock was raging in it’s steel prison, and the ache from that was terrible as well.
“Yes…yes….yes….don’t you dare come….keep going…” Amber’s voice was a high pitched wail, and her body was thrashing on top of mine. She still seemed to be able to keep whipping me. Justin’s grunts were speeding up, and the weight on my back was increasing as he leaned more into each thrust.
Suddenly I felt Amber’s body stiffen. At the same time, one of the blows her of strap struck lower than usual and licked around between my legs, landing solidly on my testicles. I screamed, and heard Amber scream at the same time. I started sobbing uncontrollably, but luckily the blows stopped as Amber writhed in her orgasmic throes. I felt Justin slow down and could hear his heavy breathing.
There was an eerie silence after all of the noise and commotion. I felt Amber relax and slump down, and Justin shifted back on the couch. My butt cheeks felt like they were raw and burnt, and my balls were aching so much I wanted to curl up in a ball.
Finally Amber shifted and rolled off of me.
I gasped as she lightly patted me on the butt. It felt like she was holding hot coals to my skin.
“Phew. That was fun. Justin – go to my room. You have more work to do.”
Justin made an indignant sound, but I heard him leave the room.
Amber leaned down and whispered in my ear. I shivered as I felt her breath through the thin t shirt.
“Never interfere when I’m getting pleasure. Do you understand?”
I nodded, or at least I hope it looked like a nod.
“Yes Miss,” I replied, my voice muffled.
“You’re not allowed to be jealous. It’s not your place. Your job is to give me money and make my life easier. Is that clear?”
I nodded again.
“I want you to stay here and think about what you did. One second…”
She moved away and a few seconds later I felt a familiar series of taps on my testicles as the chastity cage informed me that a mode had been selected. Oh god….
“Do you recognize that mode, bank?”
“Yes Miss,” I mumbled. It was statue mode.
“Very good. So you are going to stay here and think about what you did while I have some more fun with Justin. When we are done I’ll release you and you can get ready to go out and pick up Claire. Understood?”
“Yes Miss,” I mumbled again. I sighed. I knew it would be torture to kneel here and have to listen to Justin rail Amber for who knows how long, but that’s exactly why she was doing this. On top of that, my knees were beginning to ache
“Hm. You didn’t thank me for taking the time to correct you. I think that you need a few days with the virtual spikes turned on to make you appreciate all of the times I’m nice to you.”
Immediately I felt another series of taps. Fuck…this was the worst one of all, especially considering what I was about to hear….
“Please…please no Miss,” I begged, but I already heard footsteps as Amber walked out of the room.
I tried to keep myself as still as possible to avoid triggering the statue mode punishment. After a few minutes I heard Amber groan and curse loudly. It was shortly after that that the virtual spikes started punishing me, and kept punishing me for the next hour.
Claire jumped into my car.
“Oh my god. I can’t freaking wait!” She exclaimed, clapping her hands together. I saw that she had light blue nails. She fastened the seat belt and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. I couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm for a fun night out on the town. She was dressed in a short black mini skirt and black crop top that left her stomach exposed. Her long black hair hung down her back and moved in a wave as she fidgeted with excitement. She was clutching a pair of black strappy open toed heels in her lap. Claire followed my gaze down to her feet, and wiggled her toes. She had on simple beach flip flops that looked out of place with the rest of her outfit. I noticed that her toenails were painted robin’s egg blue to match her fingernails.
“I’m not putting on these torture devices until I absolutely have to,” she laughed, holding up the heels. She looked down coyly at my crotch.
“And are you wearing some date night panties, Chris?”
I winced. After my brutal treatment at Amber’s house I had staggered home and taken a cold shower. Anything to avoid getting excited again. My penis and balls were absolutely aching from the shocks I received listening to Amber and Justin fuck as my penis stupidly tried to get hard time after time. And my butt was on fire after getting spanked by Justin and whipped by Amber with what turned out to be one of her belts, doubled over. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.
After my shower I had dutifully put on a white lace thong that barely covered my cage. I supposed I would have to get used to wearing things that went up my butt as a great deal of the lingerie Claire picked out for me were thongs.
“Yes Claire,” I answered, as I turned on the ignition.
“Let’s see,” she said, turning to me, excitement evident on her face in the dim light of the instrument panel.
“Are you sure?” I asked, looking around.
“Stop being such a prude,” She said, reaching over and unbuttoning my jeans. I sighed and allowed her to unbutton and unzip my pants. She spread the fly wide open and saw the white lace.
“Oh very nice. That’s the thong, isn’t it?”
I nodded.
She clapped again.
“Oh those looked so good on you! Good choice Chris!”
I reached down and zipped back up. I checked my mirror and pulled into traffic.
She chatted about how excited she was to meet Thom in person. It seemed like ages ago but I realized it was just last night when the girls had their crazy dance party and Claire had found Thom online, after Amber and Sarah had “vetted” him when he had sent certain intimate pictures at their request.
As I drove, I reflected on the crazy turn my life had taken. I was about to meet five or six people at a dance club, and all of them would have been total strangers a month ago. Some of them would have been strangers a week ago. But all of us were now wrapped up in this crazy alternative sex world that Amber had somehow materialized out of thin air. Without Amber I wouldn’t have met Sarah, who was my other “mistress”. She may or my not come out tonight with her latest – sub? Date? Client? Zach. And then there was Claire, who I met when I was buying lingerie for Amber. She had somehow gotten sucked into Amber’s orbit, and was potentially meeting a new guy for the first time tonight. And then there were Rick and Helen. Helen had spotted me in a chastity cage when I had to run almost nude from Amber’s house to mine, and identified it for what it was because of Rick’s particular porn habit. Rick hadn’t been satisfying her, and she used my old chastity cage to lock up her husband and apparently was going to find another man to fuck tonight. The whole get together at the club was her idea.
Claire pulled out her phone to check her makeup. After she touched up her lipstick she flipped through some messages and apps.
“Oh Chris…Amber put you in spike mode?” She laughed and looked over at my lap.
I glanced over at her phone and groaned. She had the app open that controlled my chastity cage.
“Oh god…you can see that?” I felt myself blush. Even after all I had been through over the last few weeks, it hit me how objectifying it was that three women could check on the status of my penis at any time.
She flipped through a few screens and whistled.
“Wow…this app really is crazy. I see this control setting – “arousal threshold”. Is that like…how turned on you get before you get zapped?”
I really didn’t know for sure. I have never gotten a good look at anyone’s phone screen while they were fiddling with the controls for the cage, but from everything Amber had explained last night I suspected it was.
“Yeah…I think so,” I said. We were getting close to downtown now, and it was distracting having this conversation with so many cars around.
Claire sat back and fiddled with her phone for a few more seconds.
“What does it feel like?” She asked, turning towards me again.
I glanced over. In the dim light of the car, I could see her lips and eyes flash and catch the oncoming headlights and occasional neon shop sign. Her raven black hair was a void of light as it cascaded over her shoulders. Her porcelain skin flashed as another pair of headlights momentarily flooded her side of the car with light. The black crop top was tight around her breasts, and I licked my lips as I wondered what her breasts would look like naked.
“Eyes on the road, Chris,” She said with a laugh. Guiltily I snapped my gaze forward.
“Uh…sorry…” I stammered. I checked my mirror and changed lanes to get around a car that was seemingly determined to singlehandedly slow down traffic.
I heard Claire tap her screen.
“Oh my god…that little glance at my tits made you go up two levels!”
She flipped her phone around and held it out for me to see. I glanced over and saw a screen with various readings and controls, but across the top was a bar that went from left to right. It was about a quarter of the way across the screen, and dark green. There was a numbered scale underneath the bar. It looked like the bar was around a three out of ten.
Claire took the phone back before I could process the rest of the screen.
“I can think of like a zillion applications for a readout like this,” Claire said thoughtfully. “Sort of like a built in lie detector. No…not like that. More like a built in truth detector.”
She turned to me and I saw the flash of her teeth as she smiled in my peripheral vision.
“I should have modeled some lingerie for you before we left. I could have seen what turned you on the most! I want to look my best in case Thom gets to see me in my undies.”
I groaned, imagining having to watch Claire model underwear in order to gauge my reaction. Underwear she was wearing to have sex with someone else. Conflicting emotions raged within me – lust at the thought of getting to see Claire in her sexiest lingerie. Humiliation at being used like an object as my arousal was displayed on a screen for her to view. I felt a wave of jealousy at the thought of this new guy getting to see her in them. And run his hands over her. And take her underwear off, and then take out his huge cock and…
“Oh my fucking god,” Claire laughed, looking at her phone.
“Your level is going through the roof! Get ready for a little shock Chris – you’re at six and climbing!”
I winced and braced myself. Nothing.
“What the….” I glanced over and saw Claire frown. She was reading a pop up message on her screen.
“Oh wow. Who ever designed this really thought of everything. Apparently some sort of GPS tracker says you’re in “car mode” and as a possible driver punishments have been disabled temporarily.”
I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Relief flooded me.
She looked up.
“Oh – the club is just right there! Pull over Chris!” She pointed at a parking space coming up on the right.
My relief faded instantly.
“No, Claire…please…listen, just let me…let me calm down…”
“Pull over,” Claire said, insistently. She tugged my arm.
I took a deep breath. She was hanging on my shoulder now, and her breasts brushed against my arm.
Oh god.
I could feel my swollen cock press uselessly against the cage. I was still aching from the shocks at Amber’s house. I wasn’t sure how much more of this I could take.
I put my blinker on and pulled into the parking space.
“Turn off the car,” Claire breathed, clearly excited.
I sighed again and hit the power button. The car shuddered to a stop. It was strangely quiet in the confines of my car after the traffic and road noise.
Claire unbuckled her seat belt and shifted, facing me. She curled her legs up onto the seat under her and dropped her heels into the footwell.
“So tell me…”
She was looking around my car with a slight frown. Her gaze lit on my phone holder that locked into car CD player. She twisted it so it faced her, and snapped her phone into it. I couldn’t see the screen now, but it was clearly visible to her. She turned her attention back to me.
“Tell me…what about that scenario made you go through the roof? I mean…get hard.”
She frowned for a second.
“I guess hard is the wrong word. I don’t think you have any room to do anything in that cage thing.”
Something on her phone caught her eye and she glanced over at it.
“Oh…I’d get ready Chris. You are going out of car mode in 3 seconds. And I’m afraid you’re still at level 6.”
She looked at me expectantly, studying my face.
I gritted my teeth and waited, trying to will my stubborn cock to wilt.
A flash of pain stabbed me in the tip of my penis. I jerked slightly and hissed.
I felt Claire was still intently studying me.
“What does it feel like?” She repeated. I realized I hadn’t answered her before.
“Uh…well it changes,” I said, shifting uncomfortably in my seat again. I tried to keep my eyes straight ahead, struggling to think of the most unsexy thoughts I could. I thought of my company’s taxes I had to help file in the near future. That was better. I had several new employees, plus the new interns…nope nope…definitely don’t think about Sam…ok…but I’d have to file some intricate forms because of the new projects…
“Earth to Chris…” I started as Claire snapped her fingers in my right ear.
“I asked what it feels like? The shocks? Or whatever.”
“Um…well they vary,” I said, collecting my thoughts. “That one was like…I don’t know. I guess maybe a bee sting? But a bee sting right on the end of my…” I felt myself blushing again. I wondered if I’d ever get used to this stuff. “…right on the end of my penis.”
I looked over at her. Her eyes were shining again. I tried to keep from looking down her shirt – she was leaning forward provocatively.
“Ow,” she said. She didn’t seem particularly sympathetic.
“And other times?”
I gulped.
“Well…I think there are settings where it can shock either…uh…my penis or my balls.”
She nodded, waiting for me to continue.
“And those feel more like, I don’t know. Slaps I guess. It’s more like I feel impact somehow. And it aches more, deeper.”
She nodded again.
“So more like getting clocked in the nuts.”
I winced.
“Yes.”
Claire glanced over at her screen.
“I see the setting for that. It looks like it’s set to randomly zap you in different places.”
I nodded. That tracked with what I had experienced at Amber’s. I gritted my teeth at the memory.
“It seems like that would be worse – like you couldn’t prepare for it I guess.”
I nodded again.
“Yeah…it’s….difficult.”
Claire reached out and tapped her screen. She frowned and tried it again. I saw her squint to read something.
“Oh…wow.”
She scrunched up her nose prettily and shrugged before turning back to me.
“Bad news Chris. I wanted to fiddle with the settings a bit but it seems like Amber has locked them. It says Admin has locked all punishment settings, so I guess that’s her.”
I groaned. It seemed very much like Amber to make sure that her punishment for interrupting her with Justin couldn’t be removed or lessened by Sarah or Claire.
“Did you piss her off or something?” Claire asked, arching her eyebrow.
I gulped and nodded.
“Wow. Bad move for you.”
I nodded again. Definitely.
“I’ll have to hear what you did to make her so mad.”
Claire checked her phone and looked back at me.
“But you’re at a four now so you’re safe. No shocks until six.”
Making eye contact, Claire slowly and deliberately placed her hand on my thigh. I gulped.
“So just remain calm and everything will be just fine. Now tell me.”
Her hand slid ever so slightly up towards my crotch.
“What exactly made you so excited before? In detail.”
I gulped. I knew that discussing her scenario would get me excited. Not to mention her hand moving towards my cock. I felt my penis stir slightly.
“No, please. Please Claire…” I begged “Don’t make me.”
She simply shook her head and repeated herself.
“Tell me in detail.” Her eyes flicked to her screen. “I have this amazing opportunity to dive into the mysterious male brain,” she laughed, “And I’m going to take full advantage. Careful now Chris…you’re going up.”
Her teeth flashed as she smiled.
“Well, your meter is going up. I don’t think anything of yours is going up until Amber says.”
“Um…well…I mean, the thought of you…I mean the thought of seeing you in your underwear…”
Claire smiled and nodded encouragingly.
“That’s really…arousing.”
“So you think I’m sexy?” She asked, winking at me.
“God yes,” I answered, breathing out heavily.
“Describe it.”
I blinked.
“What?”
“You heard me. Describe how I would look. Say, for the sake of arguement of course,” Claire grinned and winked at me again, “purely theoretically, say I was wearing a very sheer, very see through black bra. And matching g-string panties. The panties are so small they barely cover anything.”
I swallowed. She was feeding me a mental image…I could visualize it so clearly. Of course I had never seen her naked, or even in her underwear, but my imagination filled in the details.
I jerked as I felt a spike of pain in my cock.
Claire’s eyes were shining.
“Careful Chris…I thought I told you to relax.”
Her hand crept up my thigh another inch.
“Describe what you would see,” she prompted again.
I shuddered. She didn’t seem like she was going to relent.
“You’re beautiful. Stunning really. You’re extremely pretty and your body…please Claire,” I begged one last time.
“What about my body?” She said with a slow smile.
“You’re insanely hot. Your breasts are just a perfect size…”
I groaned as a dull ache penetrated deep into my testicles. Another shock.
Claire was watching the screen now.
“I can see that you like my tits. Describe them.”
I shuddered again.
“They’re perfect…I mean I haven’t seen them naked but…they look so great I…I want to see and touch them so much.”
“You don’t think they’re too small? I feel like maybe they could be bigger.”
I shook my head.
“No…they’re a perfect size.” I felt myself get lost in a sea of frustration and lust. It had been so long since I had an orgasm and I was almost shaking with desire. “When I first saw you…in the store…you had on that white blouse. I noticed your…boobs…right away. They were so perky and pushed against the blouse…”
Claire smiled and nodded encouragingly.
“I…I would give anything to see them.”
She was still watching the screen.
“Do you want to touch them?”
Oh god. I jerked again. Another shock to the balls.
“Yes!” I practically shouted.
“I can see that,” she laughed. She looked away from the screen for a second and made eye contact.
“You can’t. But hopefully Thom will in a few hours.”
I moaned.
She fixed her eyes back on her phone.
“What about my ass? I don’t really have an ass like Amber.”
I gulped.
“No but…you just have a more slender build. You have such a tiny waist and…I think your ass is just perfect for your body.”
“Tell me what you’d do if you could touch it.”
Oh god. I let out another gasp as another shock hit me.
Claire squeezed my thigh.
“Poor Chris…God why is this so exciting?”
I stiffened in my seat as her hand finally moved to my crotch. She gripped my package through my pants and squeezed gently.
I moaned.
A loud conversation nearby startled me. It was around ten at night but downtown, and there were people on the sidewalk and traffic in the street. It felt like we were in our own little world but I suddenly realized how public we were. I guess any one that saw us would just assume we were making out.
She shifted in her seat, rising up to her knees. Claire pressed her breasts against my arm and whispered in my ear.
“This is so fucking hot. You make me feel like a sex goddess. I can see how desperate you are for me.”
I jerked again – another shock.
Claire sighed in my ear.
“You’re telling me how beautiful I am…how sexy I am…even though I know it’s hurting you…poor baby…”
She was rubbing my cage slowly through my pants now…I was getting light headed. I don’t know if my penis had ever fought against the cruel steel of the cage more that it was fighting now.
Another shock.
“I feel like I can do anything…be anyone I want to be. Get out of my shell. It’s so fucking hot.”
I shivered as Claire’s small tongue licked against my neck.
“I’m getting really wet. I wish you could feel.”
I gasped.
“But I guess that will just make me more excited to see Thom.”
She laughed and patted my crotch.
“You know, this isn’t really the same as having my hand on Justin’s cock this morning. Remember – at breakfast? You ratted on me to Amber…”
She nipped my ear lobe with her sharp teeth. I winced, then winced again as another shock hit me.
“I’m sorry…” I babbled, not even able to really think straight. I was gasping and shaking from frustration and arousal – even the painful shocks could barely penetrate the fog of lust that was enveloping me.
“Shh shhh,” she whispered, “It’s ok. I forgive you. God I feel so sexy.”
She paused for a second and looked around.
“You said you’d do anything to see my boobs.”
I nodded fervently, wishing that were a possibility.
“Well I’m giving you the chance of a lifetime. Agree to do anything I say tonight and I’ll lift up my shirt.”
Claire took her hand off my crotch and cupped her breasts through her top, squeezing gently.
I gasped, eyes glued to her chest.
“Oh my god…really?” I looked up at her face, looking for signs that she was joking.
Her lips were wet and her eyes shining. I recognized her expression – it was the one she had when she was masturbating while I was rubbing her feet – touching herself underneath the blanket. She didn’t look like she was joking.
My eyes darted to the window. People were all around us, almost all in their twenties or thirties – the late night club and bar scene.
“Yes…I mean please Claire…I’ll do whatever you want. Please let me see them.”
She smiled slowly and gripped the bottom of her crop top.
As I watched, she slowly raised it up and slid her fingers underneath her bra cups at the same time. She continued to lift, and slowly revealed her breasts.
I could barely breathe. I hadn’t seen anything like this in weeks and weeks. Certainly not in person for months. Amber didn’t allow me to look at porn anymore, so it had been forever since I’ve seen a woman.
As she lifted her top she revealed small light pink hard nipples that pointed slightly upwards at the tips of her full perky breasts. She held her top above her tits and looked at me triumphantly. She grinned at the expression on my face. I gasped as the pain in my groin became almost overwhelming as my cock seemed like it was about to burst.
“Is this what you imagined?” She asked coyly.
“No Claire…they’re beautiful…so much better than I imagined.”
She laughed and tossed her hair.
“Count ten seconds, Chris. Then the shirt goes back down.”
I gulped and started counting, staring at her chest. I was trying to burn the memory into my brain. I didn’t know how long it would be before I saw anything like this again.
When I got to three, I heard a loud whistle from directly in front of my car. I jerked my head reflexively. Three men in their mid or late twenties were crossing the street in front of us and saw Claire. She was still sitting up in her knees in her seat, her breasts clearly on display for anyone to see. They stopped and stared, their eyes wide with disbelief.
“Fuck…she’s hot,” one of the men said.
“Now THAT’S a rack.” his friend agreed.
I turned back to Claire, sure that she would be mortified.
Instead, she had a wide smile on her face. She arched her back slightly, putting her breasts on display even more.
“Now if THIS isn’t coming out of my shell, I don’t know what is,” she said with a toss of her hair.
I grunted as another shock stung my dick.
An oncoming car slowed down and honked its horn as it passed us.
“Keep counting, Chris,” She said, still focusing on me, ignoring the growing number of people that were stopping and staring, including several women.
I swallowed and resumed, counting the remaining ten seconds. Exactly at ten, Claire pulled her top back into place.
There was muffled applause from the gathering crowd. I looked around – there were easily a dozen people that had stopped to look at Claire’s exposed breasts.
Claire couldn’t stop smiling. I was looking at her in awe. I had never seen anything remotely like that. She didn’t seem shamed or humiliated. If anything, she seemed powerful and sure of herself. She was proud of her body and wanted to experience showing it off, probably for the first time I imagined.
I winced and moaned as another shock hit me.
“Fuck that was amazing,” Claire breathed, adjusting her bra under her shirt. “I’ve never done anything remotely like that…”
“God Claire…” I whispered, not sure where to begin.
She focused her attention back on me.
“You’re mine for the evening.”
I nodded.
“I mean, you’re Amber’s. And Sarah’s. But tonight you’re also mine.”
She had a mischievous smirk on her face that I hadn’t see before.
She kicked off her flip flops and wiggled in her seat, putting her back against the passenger door.
“You know, when I flashed you my tits you hit ten out of ten on the scale there. That’s a nice boost to my ego.”
She swung her legs around the center console and dropped her feet into my lap. I groaned as she ground her heels into my crotch for a second as she shifted her weight to get comfortable.
I nearly doubled over as another shock hit me. Claire ignored this and wiggled her toes, pointing at her feet.
“Foot rub,” she ordered, folding her hands in her lap demurely. I glanced at her long pale legs. Her black mini skirt rode up her thighs, and I thought I might be able to see a tiny glimpse of black underwear between her legs.
Claire sighed in appreciation as I took her right foot in my hands and started to massage it. Her feet were certainly pretty – petite and shapely, and her light blue toenails matched her fingernails perfectly, which was a nice touch.
“You’re still at a seven Chris – I would try to calm down if I were you.”
I nodded, wishing it were that simple. Just being around a beautiful woman like Claire was arousing to me in my current state of denial, and she had her sexy feet pressed into my lap. I glanced at her top, the memory of her bare breasts still burned into my brain. I wondered what it would feel like to touch them…maybe brush those erect nipples with my fingers…
Claire chuckled. I tore my eyes off her chest. She was looking at her phone, still on its holder.
“Silly boy. Your meter is going the wrong way.”
Sure enough, I cried out as a powerful shock hit me. Another one right on the tip of my penis – those were definitely the most painful.
“Please Claire…” I tried to beg again.
She just looked at me expectantly.
“Please what? What do you want me to do? I’m literally just sitting here. You’re the one getting all worked up.”
I swallowed.
She sighed and shifted slightly, getting more comfortable. Her chest bounced enticingly.
“Besides, you know I couldn’t turn off the shocks even if I wanted to. So just rub my feet and let me relax a bit.”
Claire closed her eyes and settled against the door.
I sighed and worked on her feet, trying desperately to calm down. I jerked in pain several more times, but I think I was starting to settle down. Soon I would be below the threshold for the punishment shocks.
I became aware of Claire’s breathing – it was heavier now, and faster. I watched as her fingers bunched up in her lap, then grasp the hem of her miniskirt. Oh god. She was getting turned on again from my foot massage. This was definitely something unique about her – the level of sexual arousal she got from getting her feet rubbed.
Claire moaned slightly and opened her eyes. They were fixed on me, and seemed almost hungry.
“I was just thinking that if Thom and I have a second date…you know, the scenario with you helping me pick out my lingerie…”
I gulped. Oh god.
“…It would definitely end with a nice long foot rub before my date. A very long and thorough foot rub. Would you like that?”
Despite myself, I nodded.
“Hmmm….” She moaned, shifting slightly. She put her other foot into my hands and moaned again as I started working on that one.
“Maybe if I was in a good mood, I could stay in my lingerie you picked out for me while you rubbed my feet.”
I shuddered. I could feel my pulse quicken as I imagined kneeling in front of her while she was wearing nothing but a bra and panties. Or maybe something else…maybe something more exotic. She did work in a high end lingerie store after all…
Another shock tore a gasp from me.
“And after that you can help me dress. You can help dress me for my date with someone else.”
A long moan escaped from my lips. Something about that thought…this was the wild and dark side of arousal that Amber had introduced me to. Completely denying me sex and even the ability to masturbate while she openly fucked Justin – having me wash their bed sheets after…the unfairness of the whole situation was acute but also somehow…exciting. Exhilarating even. Claire had directly tapped into that – possibly without knowing. I had never moaned involuntarily like that.
I looked at Claire. She was looking back at me curiously.
“Wow…” she looked at her phone. “You’re shooting up again Chris…silly boy.”
She wiggled her toes and sat up slightly.
“This is so fascinating…” her eyes were glued to her screen.
“I thought you got all excited earlier because you were thinking about me in my underwear, but there’s more isn’t there?”
I gulped and nodded.
“Is it…because the underwear is for Thom and not you?”
I nodded again, then winced as the cage punished my balls.
“Fascinating…” she repeated. She scrunched up her nose again and thought for a second.
“So it’s like that stuff with Justin and Amber right? I mean…I know you want her. She’s like the hottest girl I’ve ever seen. And she denies you and fucks Justin basically right in front of you. I just thought she was being cruel.”
She pursed her lips.
“I mean, she IS being cruel. But there’s more to it isn’t there?”
I nodded again, not trusting myself to talk.
“It turns you on…I can tell that from your controls here,” she laughed. “So you must like it. Tell me.”
I continued to rub her feet for a second as I gathered my thoughts on this. It was difficult because I didn’t fully understand it myself.
“It’s because…I’m not sure but…it seems completely unfair…unfair to me of course.”
Claire nodded and smiled
“Yeah, it really does.”
“But…that’s something that I’ve learned…or maybe that Amber taught me. I find it exciting when something is unfair to me, or I guess when someone does something deliberately unfair. It’s like a mindfuck I guess. I mean, I hate it and I love it at the same time, so I’m never able to just BE with it. Like the thought of Amber…being with Justin.” I couldn’t bring myself to say fucking Justin. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be ok with it, and I think she knows it. So it’s like a fresh wound each time. But I find it hot that she’d be so…deliberately cruel to me. I guess just because she can. And that’s exciting to me too…that she has that much power over me.”
Claire nodded slowly.
“I see. And I have power over you too.”
I nodded fervently.
“Yes Claire.”
“So it has the same effect on you when I talk about wanting Thom.”
“Yes…” I said, the word ending in a hiss as I jerked from another shock.
“Wanting Thom because he’s hot and he has a big cock.”
I groaned.
Claire was looking at me thoughtfully.
“I mean, it has to be the source of all of this right?” She scrunched up her nose in that cute way she had.
“It can’t be a coincidence that you’re uh…under endowed” she shot me a quick smile “And Justin is hung like a freaking god.”
I shivered.
“I mean that’s it right? I mean, isn’t that the very definition of unfair? Some guys hit the genetic lottery jackpot and are fucking stallions. And some are like you.” She tapped her heel into my crotch.
I gritted my teeth. I knew another shock was coming. My whole groin felt like a ball of pain from the constant never-ending shocks and the crush of the cage as I tried to get hard.
She had cut right to the core of what was behind so many of these new and wild experiences. I suppose I had known this – certainly Amber did. But it was somehow more humiliating to have it figured out and explained so matter of factly by another woman. Like being psychologically stripped naked and dissected.
I jerked again. I really had to calm down or…I guess I wasn’t sure what would happen. I don’t think the shocks would cause any permanent damage, but I also wasn’t sure if this device was meant to deliver this sort of punishment for hours like I was being subjected to. I tried not to think about it.
Claire had her nose scrunched up again.
“Oh…now a lot of things make sense. Like the whole money thing.”
I looked at her questioningly.
“Well, all the money Amber and Sarah take from you. Not to mention that car…you’re trying to make up for your small dick with big cash. It’s pretty simple. Psych 101 really. I mean, it’s also unfair right? You have an unimpressive cock but at least you’re pretty rich. But they’re leveling the playing field for you even on that front aren’t they? Like I said, pretty simple.”
My mind was spinning. I supposed it was pretty clear.
“Not to mention power,” Claire continued. “I mean, in today’s society, money is power. So when you hand over your money…well that’s just giving someone your power.”
Abruptly she pulled her feet from my lap and swiveled back in her chair.
“It’s about time to hit the club, Chris. I don’t want to keep a guy with a real cock waiting, do I?” She looked over at me and smirked. Claire had almost effortlessly figured out all of my triggers and now it seems she had no compunctions about using them against me.
“Why don’t you help me put on my heels?”
I frowned and looked down at her feet. I wasn’t sure how I could put them on her and she didn’t make any effort to put her feet back in my lap.
She glanced at her door.
“Go around and open my door, and help me put them on silly boy.”
Oh. I grabbed my wallet and keys and phone and climbed out of the car after checking traffic. I hurried around to her side and opened her car door for her. She smiled and swung her legs out of the car, holding up her heels expectantly.
I took them, still uncertain of how to go about doing this. She sighed.
“On your knees, Chris.”
Shit. I looked around. There was still tons of foot traffic around us, not to mention the passing cars. I gritted my teeth and sank to my knees in front of her. At least the shocks seemed to have stopped.
“That’s better,” Claire said, crossing her legs demurely. She dangled her right foot in front of me and I took it in my hand and started to gently slide her shoe on. I couldn’t help but notice her pale thighs right in front of me, and her exposed belly below her crop top.
I heard a female voice laugh behind me and stiffened slightly. There was more laughter after another woman called out “Girl you’ve got him trained!”
I tried to ignore the comments and laughter. Claire used her phone to check her makeup, basically ignoring me as I struggled with the complicated straps of her heels. Finally I finished. Claire was looking down at me with that newfound confident and triumphant look she had after flashing her breasts.
“How much cash do you have in your wallet right now, Chris?”
I blanched.
“Uh…I think a little over two hundred.”
Claire nodded and snapped her fingers before holding out her hand palm up.
“Hand it over.”
Oh god…for some crazy reason I felt my penis stir.
Claire had given herself an outrageous tip on my credit card after I bought lingerie from her earlier today, but this was much more…brazen.
Wordlessly I fumbled for my back pocket and pulled out my wallet. I glanced around some more before I pulled out all of the cash and quickly stuffed it in Claire’s outstretched hand.
She didn’t move.
“How much is this?”
“Uh…I’m not sure.”
“Count it. Count it as you place it in my hand.”
Oh god…I hurriedly shuffled the bills into some semblance of order. I put a twenty in Claire’s outstretched hand.
“Twenty” I said, nervously looking around again. I was definitely getting looks from everyone that walked by.
This time Claire held on to the bill.
“Forty”I said, placing another twenty in her hand.
“Sixty.”
“Good boy,” Claire said quietly. “Keep going. I want it all.”
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