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Stories About Cock Control, Tease and Denial, Chastity, Orgasm Control – Win a Password

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You may have noticed that I added a password protected tease. This is one of many. You can purchase these with tributes OR you can work hard and earn them. This post explains how you can do this. This contest is to win Cocktober Trick or Tease which includes an audio, pictures and brief instructions for masturbation.

Your Hottest Femdom Story about Cock Control, Tease and Denial, Chastity and Orgasm Control

This could be mild or wild. You can be a sissy (which I love) or an adoring fetishist. This story needs to include one or more of the topics above. It needs to be written by you and no more than 1500 words. Make sure you edit for grammar and spelling before you publish it in the comment section below.

When you post a comment you must include your email in the email section. No one can see this but me. If I like your story and its well formatted I will privately email you the password for that post.

Come on! Don’t let me down. It doesn’t have to be a long long story. Just something sexy and naughty. It does. however have to be your own.



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Natalie On October 30, 2015 | Reply

You leave comments down here properly formatted.

breatherboy On October 30, 2015 | Reply

Hey everyone, will share a small story with you all. It was about an year back when a lovely lady agreed to help and train me. Her first instruction was to not touch the cock. The only way to get the previlage was by writing a web tease for which she would give the outline. The tough task would start here, to collect the hot pics, write erotic stuff but still not allowed to touch. One The tease was written, she would upload it and give deadline of 1000 views, before which the tease should get 4 plus stars. If not, would have to stay chast. That lovely lady gave me 4 chances, of which 3 were around 3.9 but none reached 4. She finally allowed me to cum after 4 sleepless nights, by stroking with chillie extract.
That was and is the most erotic story of my life.

    Natalie On October 31, 2015 | Reply

    I’d like to repeat that challenge for you.

      Breatherboy On October 31, 2015 | Reply

      OMG! That would be as amazing as it can get. What should I do?

aka_ireland On October 30, 2015 | Reply

Joe was ripped out of his dream by his alarm clock. The only thing he could member was silken hair falling across his stomach. The erection he had filled in the rest. Slowly reality crept into his head. He reached his hand across the bed and found nothing. A moment of disappointment flashed as he remembered that Sue had left early. Joe reflected on the thrill he had of touching her gently every morning before he opened his eyes. Even though it was only one day, he would miss that. Joe pulled himself out of bed. The first thing he noticed, as he stretched, was the note taped to the mirror. Attached to the note were a couple of pictures that had been cut from a lingerie catalogue.

The note read, “Lover, I missed you as I got dressed this morning, especially knowing I will be watching the seminar today with nothing to do. So, while I’m there I will be thinking about you. And about the things we will be doing to each other when I get home. I’m wearing what you see in this picture. The bustier, the garter belt and stockings, and I hoped you noticed the lack of panties. Enjoy the things I’ve left for you. My day will be better knowing you are thinking of me too. Love, Sue”

Joe pictured his wife in the white lacy lingerie. He saw her standing in front of him, running her hands down her sides, over her hips, and back up slowly until her fingers met and entangled her long blonde hair. Unconsciously Joe touched himself. His erection hadn’t faded yet, and Sue’s image spurred it on.

Joe stretched again looking forward to a hot shower. He noticed over the years he was more stiff in the mornings, but his workouts were the same as when he met Sue in college, 15 years ago. The hot water cleared his head, and he focused in on the long day ahead. The phone calls, the meetings, the deadlines, “Hopefully, I’ll hear from Sue,” he thought. Then the image of her came back. He imagined her hands traveling up his wet body; across his chest, down his stomach. Joe’s soapy hands impersonated her’s as he stroked himself. Lost in the fantasy he saw her kneeling naked in front of him. He saw the water matting her hair and tracing a river down her shoulders, dripping off of her nipples or down her back to her supple ass. Her hands grip his hips as she takes him into her mouth. Sucking, pulling and stroking him while her tongue circles the tip of his member. Joe’s climax brought him out of his fantasy. He finished himself with long slow strokes, and after catching breath turned off the water and stepped out of the shower.

Joe reached for the towel hanging on the back of the door. As he lifted it off the hook a pair of red silk boxers fell to the floor. Joe reached down to pick them up, and discovered a note inside. “Wear these today, for me. You know that I’m wearing something sexy while I think about you, I want to make sure you don’t stop thinking about me.”

Joe dried off and slipped on the boxers. The silk felt cold, and very different from his usual briefs. As he walked around the boxers hung loose, bunching and brushing against him. It wasn’t long until he had another erection. He chuckled and though, “This will make the day interesting.” He thought about how to hide his obvious arousal in loose dress pants.

Joe’s commute was typical. Traffic annoyed him but the morning radio show kept him entertained. He had learned years ago the he could jumpstart his day by checking his messages during his drive. He clicked on his hands free phone, and hit the speed dial button already programmed to start playing his messages. The first two were nothing important, then Sue’s voice came over the phone. “Hello lover, I hope you had a good morning so far. I’m in my car, in the parking lot. No one is around. I’m imaging you in shower right now, your hands touching your wet body. I want those hands to touch me. I’m pulling up my skirt. I’m wet thinking about you. Oh, yes. It feels better when you pinch my nipples like this.” Joe didn’t notice the outside world.
Habit guided him to the office. His breath was slow and deep. He saw Sue touching herself. “I want you inside me. Yes,” Her moans and sighs told him how she was moving against her hand; thrusting and grinding. “MMM, thank you honey. That should keep me for a while.
Enjoy your day.” He heard her chuckle a she hung up the phone.

Joe waited in his car until he could walk into the building with drawing attention. As he stepped out of the car, he adjusted himself so nothing was too obvious, and walked in. The young receptionist leaned for the fax machine as Joe walked by. She did this often when male employees walked by. It gave her some amusement in her otherwise boring day to see what kind on leering looks she could draw. Normally Joe’s eyes would follow the obvious show of cleavage. But today only one woman existed in his mind.

The day appeared to drag on as normal. But every time Joe left his desk, his mind went to Sue, and how stunning she looked, and the silky movement of the boxers. Joe found that by throwing himself into his work, he could avoid arousing the distraction that also forced him to stay behind his desk. That worked until lunch time.

Joe decided to check his email once more before heading out. There was one new message; from Sue. He took a deep breath, glanced at his office door, and read it.

“Having fun today?” Joe could hear the giggles as Sue wrote, “I don’t have long, just a quick lunch break. But it will be long enough for me to relieve some stress. You should too, think about me, I’ll see you soon.”

Sue had always been cautious about being explicit in emails. Being in HR she didn’t want anything questionable to be flag. Joe sighed, he hadn’t done anything, but he was trapped. His pants pushed up like a tent. He was amazed, just a flirty email, and he was as hard as if Sue was giving him the blow job of his life.

“Are you coming, Joe?” Steve from the office next door asked.

“What?” Joe stammered, “Oh, no I have a, um, conference call.”

“OK,” Steve said turning.

“Hey, can you grab my door,” Joe asked, ” thanks”

With the world shut out, Joe read the email again. He imagined Sue going to relieve some stress. Maybe she went to ladies room, pulled her skirt up over her hips, and began rubbing herself. She ran her other hand over her breast. Joe was stroked himself over his pants. He ran the flat of his hand up and down his erection. He pictured his wife there with him, bending over the desk, with her ass right in front of him. He wanted to grab her hips, and push himself into her. The sounds of them bumping, grunting, and the occasional slap of his hand on her backside heard by everyone outside the door. Joe was getting close, and thought better than to finish like this. He held still for a moment, and slowly relaxed. Once he knew he could make it the rest of the day. He opened his door and plowed into work. The rest of Joe’s day passed uneventfully, if painfully slow.

Joe arrived home at his usual time. He had considered working late since Sue wouldn’t be home, but thought the day could pass quicker at home. Joe got out of his car and walked to the door. A package sat on the step. It was a plain box 3′ long, and only a few inches wide. The label was addressed to Joe, clearly stating no signature was required.
The sender was Cu Soon. Joe smiled as he picked up the box and went in.

The box lid lifted off revealing a plain envelope, and something wrapped in tissue paper. Joe pulled out the letter, “I hope you’ve enjoyed your day so far. It’s almost over. I should be home in a few hours.
Until the then I have something for you to do. First, eat a good dinner. There is a plate in the fridge, you can heat up. You’ll need your strength later. Second, shower, and put on what’s in the box, nothing else. Third, leave the other thing from the box on the bureau. If I know you, you’ll deserve it by the time I get home, if not, I probably will. Last, I ordered you a movie on pay per view. Enjoy it, but not too much. I will see you soon, I can’t wait.

Joe took a deep breath, and pulled out the tissue paper. He found another pair of boxers, they were silk, but much lighter, and much smaller then the ones he wore all day. Below them was the item that the box was made for. It was a riding crop. The handle and tip were black leather the rest was smooth and silver. It was light very flexible and the brightness made it more inviting than intimidating.

Joe ate his dinner with a glass of wine while he watched some television. He was very distracted by the crop he’d left on the table. He knew Sue well enough to know it was meant mostly in fun, but that he’d get a taste of it soon. Joe glanced at the clock. Sue would be home in about 2 hours. He gathered his presents, poured 2 glasses of wine and climbed the stairs. After his shower, which was much quicker than his one in the morning, he pulled on his knew boxers. The barely covered him and his excitement. He tried shifting one way then another, but finally gave up. Staying this aroused he found it much more comfortable to just pull them down. Joe lit a few candles in the room, put the crop on the bureau by the door, and lay down on bed. He flipped on the TV opened to the movie menu. “Lusty Liaisons” was selected and available for another 10 hours. Sue had managed to order it without waking him this morning. Joe pushed play and watched as people did everything he wanted to do with Sue. He watched as men and women pleasured each other in every position and setting imaginable.
His hands stroked himself continuously as the thin plot wound on from encounter to encounter. Near the end Joe began to get more energetic.
He wrapped both hands around his shaft and pumped. His hips started bucking, he was very close. He thought he should stop but the day had caught up. He wanted release again and his hands would not listen to reason. Then, just as he was about to go over the edge, he heard the garage door. Joe’s heart skipped a beat. It was from years of conditioning and his natural instinct to pull up his clothes turn off the TV, duck under the covers and pretend to be asleep. Not tonight. Instead he relaxed, pulled up his shorts, left the TV on and waited.

Sue appeared in the doorway. Shed had shed her coat, her shoes, blouse, and skirt. She stood lit only by the candle light, in her bustier and stockings. The perfect vision of Joes daydreams.

“How was your day?” She asked.

“Way too long. Yours?”

“The same, and, warm, very warm,” she laughed, “Did you follow all your instructions like a good boy,” she asked picking up the crop by the door.

“Yes, I wouldn’t have wanted you to miss anything, and thank you.”

“Aw, too bad, I guess we won’t need this, then? You managed to hold out all day despite my best efforts.”

“Well, I may have slipped a little this morning in the shower. But that was early.”

“Oh really,” she raised the crop again. “In that case, turn over and we’ll get started. I really hope you’re well rested.”

The end

    Natalie On October 31, 2015 | Reply

    wow I loved that mike. You’re definitely getting an email. Thank you for your support

subn On October 30, 2015 | Reply

One of this sub’s encounter with Cock Control, Tease and Denial, Chastity and Orgasm Control was oddly enough not in a face to face physical sense. This sub had an online Mistress, who wanted to “test” her computer’s capabilities with live video chat. Seemed like a good thing, although she asked if this sub could have available a cucumber the size of a penis that this sub wanted (sub has not a large penis) and bra and panty that sub would think she would like and a few other items. Had 24 hours to have everything ready for the chat.

The time came, we managed to see each other for the first time. As these encounters often go, she smiled, gave some niceties about the day, weather, etc. Then asked, are you dressed? This sub said yes, she, of course, responded, let me see. When she saw that sub had on regular clothes, she issued her first warning and punishment that was to strip. Of course it was to be done quickly, and this sub was slow, now the bra and panties were for this sub. Soon there sub stood before the camera in bra and panties.

The camera was next to be in a position to see the panties and if there was not a bulge. Well, only a little one was at the point, perhaps it was because sub’s mind was thinking o God what was next! Well, not bad, “let me see the bra.” Camera adjusted, “oh no, this will not do!” What is wrong, Mistress, came weakly from sub’s lips. “I see no nipple bumps, this will not do. Put the clamps you were to get on them, YOU DO HAVE CLAMPS, DON”T YOU?” Sub replied, “Yes Mistress.”

After attaching the clamps, Mistress ordered them to be twisted, pulled, removed, returned on the nipples. This action went on for about 10 minutes when she said, let me see those panties again! “Oh, I see a little-wet spot on the front of your nice new panties. These stains will not do! Let me see the cucumber!” Sub showed her the cucumber that had a little curve, some bumps and was nice and dry.

“Very nice cucumber, you did well slave.” Thank goodness, something good. “So as your reward, I want you to suck it, lick it, and push and pull it out of your mouth for 5 minutes. And make sure those “bumps” on it rub hard on your tongue.” Well as I continued to perform for her, she talked and talked. After 5 minutes, she asked to see the panties again. This time, there was a bulge and more wetness.

She said, “This will not be due, you piece of shit, you are to focus on mouth work, and you want your little wiener to spurt! Well, as punishment, take that wet cucumber and shove it up your ass! NOW!” So down came the panties and up went the cucumber!” This time as sub pushed the cucumber in and out Mistress ordered that sub’s eyes look at hers on the screen while she screamed how sub’s penis was hers, and she would do with that and her ass and anything else that was hers as she pleased.”

After what seemed to be an hour, but no real understanding of time at that point, she said stop. The sub was to leave cucumber sticking out of ass, which of course, she wanted to see. Next came turn around. Well, sub apparently likes pain that causes excitement. “Oh, I see, The sub’s penis is still hard, the spot is bigger. This mess will not do, so the sub is to do exactly like the previous punishment! Does sub understand!” Before thinking, sub answered “Yes Mistress.” Then came the news flash, it was sucking, licking, etc. on the cucumber. In the next second, Mistress said, YES, STICK IT IN YOUR MOUTH!

After it was clean, another look at the panties. “Good,” she said, “no bulge and spot not bigger. Apparently sub is not happy doing this punishment. Do not think I will not forget that I now know one way to ‘calm you down.'”

So the sub stood in front of the screen, ass sore, mouth feeling filthy, but a bit of relief that was not using the cucumber. But at this point, there a new sensation was stirring things. The clamps on the nipples were becoming very painful.

Mistress next said that she was tired of talking to sub. Was that ok with the sub, what else could the sub do! “OK.” Just as she reached for the cutoff button, she said, “Oh, sub still has the nipple clamps attached to its nipples?” After a weak nod, “Good, put them off fast.” As sub pulled them off, the pain and the sting was terrible. Sub staggered. Mistress gave out a great big laugh, actually sounded like a belly laugh. “Good.”

We made an appointment for the next week. She said this time sub was to have another cucumber, the bra, panties, slip, and dress. Also sub was to have nipple clamps and a butt plug (small to medium) at hand.

She also said to get a penis gag or, if one cannot find one, have a ball gag handy. Then she started to say goodbye but added “also buy a box of condoms. You will be wearing that in case sub cannot hold his load in. Remember, the sub is not to do anything to cum by then, drink plenty of fluids, and assume more control training.”

As she then said goodbye, she asked “have you ever eating cum,” click she was gone!

Strangely enough, the sub could not wait until seven days had passed!

    Natalie On October 31, 2015 | Reply

    beautiful and well written. Look for an email from me.

Andy On October 31, 2015 | Reply

John had been chatting online with various Mistresses, killing time while he masterbated before bed. The usual routine.

He got an odd request from a Mistress, “send me a face pic, I dare you” she said. He immediately got stiff at the prospect and without even thinking fired off a picture of his face while his hard on raged.

Nice picture John.

How, how…how did she know his name? He froze as the Goddess he was chatting with online put his name and address right there on the screen.

I see we’re not messing around anymore she typed: Now here is how this is going to work, I’ve used your credit card to purchase a chastity device, you will wear this when it comes and it will not come off until I say so. I see on your calendar here you have a date tomorrow, that date is now cancelled.

You will want to masterbate tonight, you will not. Your cock is not yours anymore.

I have your face and I own you now, you should know better than to try and just get of while talking with me. You have nothing now.

He started shaking and started to panic.

Don’t panic slave, you need to embrace this. Nod that you understand.

He nodded.

Good boy. Now contact me when the chastity device arrives and we will discuss the next steps.

    Natalie On October 31, 2015 | Reply

    its a good start but I think you should spend more time developing it.

Brian On November 1, 2015 | Reply

Thursday morning came early, just like the two mornings before. It was my sixth day in chastity, but the past three days have been exceptionally excruciating. I’ve woken up each of the past three days with a dribble of precum in my panties. I had attempted to hold off contacting my Mistress to ask for a release, since she said it would have to be earned, but I couldn’t contain myself anymore, I needed to get out. As I had to every morning I sent her a picture of myself in my chastity and panties, including a close up of the tagged plastic lock so that she could know I hadn’t cheated. Next I put on my bra. My Mistress told me I had to wear bra and panties under my clothes at all times now. After I sent her the pictures I sent her a plea for release today. “Mistress, my cock has been aching for days to be released. I was wondering if I could please take my chastity cage off and masturbate?”. It sat on my computer screen for a few minutes as I contemplated what I was about to get myself into. You knew that it wasn’t going to be as simple as just taking off the cage and jacking off, it came with a price, but what that would be was up to her.
Hours went by refreshing my inbox, with no answer. I reluctantly went about my day. I needed to go to the store to buy some groceries. I hadn’t gotten used to walking out of the house in chastity and woman’s underwear, it felt like everyone knew, and that embarrassed me. I started my car and began driving. The vibrations of my car’s engine as I drove were making me crazy. I started to grind a little as I drove, letting out a womanly coo as I pulled up to the light. What was that? I’ve never heard myself make a noise like that.
Inside the store I grabbed all my groceries as quick as I could so I could return home in case Mistress decided I was allowed to orgasm. Walking back to the car, I passed two attractive young girls. The one on the right locked eyes with me and let out a coy smile. Once they passed me I could hear them talking quietly and letting out snickers. Did they know? Could they sense it? Am I just paranoid? After thinking about it for a while I realized that my mind was playing tricks on me, and I just needed to worry about what my Mistress told me. Those girls didn’t matter, only the opinion of my Mistress were important now.
I sat back at my computer, dick throbbing for another hour or so until my inbox lit up. I opened the page and sure enough it was a message from my Mistress. All it read was to purchase a pair of white satin pantyhose, black 6 inch heels, and a Hitachi vibrator and to wait for further instructions. Reading it I began to drip precum. Mistress had heard my plea.
I went to my car and began to drive to my local sex shop. Once again the vibrations of my car on the road made my dick press against the cage. I got inside the shop and started looking around. Fuck, it was the same female cashier working the first time I was here to pick up my underwear and chastity. I grabbed the supplies and put them on the counter. Filled with the embarrassment of the situation, I tried to make conversation. “I hope my girlfriend will like these.” I couldn’t let anyone know what I was becoming, it was too humiliating. She just looked up at me and let out an uncaring, “Sure”. Fuck, she didn’t buy it at all. Even worse was after she said it I could feel a little bit more precum fall out of me. How could I produce so much daily? It didn’t matter, I checked out and left for home to wait for further instructions.
When I got home, I once again sat on my computer, reloading my email every few minutes. Finally, a message from Mistress. She told me to strip down to my bra and panties and to put on the stockings and heels, once I had completed this I had to send her a picture. The satin pantyhose felt so good against my skin, and I had to admit that the heels made my butt look much tighter. I sent her a picture, trying to look a little sexy for her. Her next order was to take out the Hitachi and send her a picture of it. My hands were shaking as I opened it. I made it nearly a week, and now I’d be able to orgasm. I sent her the picture, to which she sent me a message with three pictures in it. The message stated to pull my panties down to my ankles and to place the Hitachi on my chastity and to open the first image, and to not change images until instructed.
I plugged in the Hitachi and placed it between my balls and the tip of the chastity. It felt incredible. I opened the first image. It was the bottom half of a girl in a school girl outfit. She was wearing a plaid skirt, thigh highs, and short heeled shoes. I immediately started to leak more precum as I rolled the Hitachi around my cage, but very quickly I got a message from mistress saying to change pictures. The next one was a fit girl at a gym wearing black workout shorts and a push up bra while a strong looking, sexy man was behind her helping her do bicep curls. Gym clothes are one of my favorite outfits. Wait, I meant that they’re one of my favorite outfits on a girl, not myself, and why did I notice how sexy the guy in the picture was? It didn’t matter, I was in bliss. My balls began attempting to push my cum towards my shaft, but it was too tight to get there yet. Again, a message from my mistress to change the image, but to ride an edge as I stared at it and to not cum until permitted. I opened the image and to my initial horror it was a picture of a throbbing hard cock. Oh god, I’m not gay, but I couldn’t help but edge to it, I was too horny. Plus, it was an impressive cock, so veiny and glistening. I rode the edge but I felt like I could explode at any moment as I stared at the cock on my screen. After what seemed like forever holding the edge my mistress finally messaged me again. Her message read to turn the Hitachi off and send her a picture of it across the room. Fuck, I thought I was going to be able to cum right then, but I did as I was told, I was too horny to not listen. I sent her the picture. It took her nearly five minutes to respond. She told me to pull my panties up, I was not permitted to cum today. So frustrated I asked her why I wasn’t allowed to cum. Her response was so cold:
“You want to know why you aren’t allowed to cum, slave? You haven’t been broken yet. You’re still referring to that thing between your legs as ‘yours’. By now you should know that thing is mine to do with what I want. The next problem is that you’ve only been chastised for six days and you’re already asking for permission to cum? You need to understand that it doesn’t work like that. You’ll be allowed to cum when you’ve been completely owned by me. And finally, you refer to the caged item between your legs as a dick, when it has clearly now been turned into a clitty. Now, leave me alone. Tomorrow you’ll send me the picture of your panties and cock cage as well as your tag, but tonight you also need to think of a new sissy name for yourself and send it to me to see if I like it.”

    Natalie On November 1, 2015 | Reply

    Very good Brian! Next time put more returns between paragraphs

Brian On November 1, 2015 | Reply

Thank you, Goddess Natalie. I did when I wrote it in word but I guess when I transferred it over it didn’t include the spaces.

    Natalie On November 1, 2015 | Reply

    You can edit it once you paste it. Thank you for supporting the blog and my work.

Eric On November 2, 2015 | Reply

My girlfriend Annie has a nice body and stays in shape with Yoga, running and working out at the gym. She’s also highly intelligent with a dominant personality, a character trait that has served her well in her business career.

Although our sex life was reasonably good, I always felt like something was missing and I had a hunch she did too. So about a year ago in an effort to make life more interesting, I asked if she was open to trying out a Female Led relationship. Bear in mind that I am 6’4”, played rugby for years and run a small company of my own, so from the outside this might seem like an unlikely turn of events.

The fact is I’ve always enjoyed looking at fetish porn and reading stories of women in charge and I felt Annie would be a natural Domme. It took her a while to get there (lots of reading and conversation), but once she accepted the idea, she came to fully embrace it and enjoy the power it gave her in our relationship.

Fast-forward a year later and we’d both grown considerably in our respective roles. She had come to expect my full obedience and I had become comfortable as a submissive at home, trusting in her instincts and direction.

Halloween fell on a Saturday this year so Annie informed me we would be hosting a special party at our house where I would play a central role. We lived in a lovely large home but never got any kids trick or treating, because the house was set way back in the woods.
“Are you up for something different Eric?” she said. “I want to expand your comfort zone and really push your limits.”
Her eyes were shining and her lips were smiling, the tip of her tongue playing over her perfect white teeth.
“ I think so,” I said.
“You need to be 100% sure,” she said. “I won’t do this without your complete agreement.”
I looked closely at Annie and realized she was quite serious and had a determined expression on her face.
“OK” I said, “You can count on me to follow your lead.”
“No matter what Eric?” she said.
“Yes,” I said. “No matter what.”

At 7pm Halloween evening, the lights were low and the house was warm and fragrant with candles and good smells coming from the kitchen. I had spent the afternoon grooming myself per Annie’s instructions. My pubic hair was all shaved off , I gave myself two enemas and my ass was thoroughly shaved as well.

“Put this on,” she said when I came out of the bathroom, handing me a cold steel birdcage chastity device for my cock. I was already nervous but this sent a chill right through me. I worked my balls through the ring and then slipped the cage over my cock. When I had the holes lined up she came up close, tugged my balls down, and pushed the small padlock into place with a small metallic “click”.

“Oh my god,” I thought. “What have I set myself up for now…”

The doorbell rang.
“Open it.” she said.
“What if it’s someone we know?”
“It will be.” She said with a wicked smile.
I opened the door and was filled with an immediate wave of embarrassment as I greeted her good friend Nikki from Boston, who I also knew well. She was wearing a nice cocktail dress and heels, not a Halloween costume at all.
“Hi Eric!” Nikki said, grinning. “I really like your costume.”

That was only the beginning. The doorbell kept ringing and I kept greeting people. There must have been about a dozen hand-selected guests in all and I knew most of them, even a few men, which was especially mortifying. Everyone was dressed nicely but no one was in costume.

I was circulating with drinks and hors d’oeuvres, feeling the weight of the steel ring pulling my balls down and the cage swinging side to side with my captured dick inside. Everyone was very social and having a nice time and I kept feeling hands touch me as I served them. The doorbell rang again and I walked over to the front door and opened it.

“Good evening Eric.” She said, “How very nice to see you…like that.”
It was my old boss Jennifer. She was about 6 years older than me, an attractive mature redhead with large natural breasts that had begun to sag with age but still looked hot under her white blouse.
“Jennifer!?” I said with surprise and puzzlement. “Who invited you? I haven’t seen you since I left the company two years ago.”
“I did.” said Annie. “Come on in Jennifer and meet everyone.”

The two women ignored me and walked arm and arm into the room where Annie introduced her to the group. She came back in a minute to where I was standing.

“Put the drink tray down Eric. I want you to come with me.”
I did as she asked and followed her into the living room. I was totally embarrassed and humiliated at this point. Everyone else in our house was fully dressed except for me. I was naked and on view for all to see with my cock in a steel chastity cage.
“I am never going to live this down.” I whispered to Annie.

The group parted and we stood in the center of the room. Annie took my hands and guided them gently but firmly over my head. I looked up and saw a cable hanging down from an eyehook embedded into one of the large decorative ceiling beams. Annie took my wrists and fastened them into soft but reinforced leather cuffs and clipped them onto the cable. Then she slid a spreader bar she had obviously hidden earlier from under the coffee table and fastened my legs apart. There I hung on display like a slave at auction. I was so embarrassed,

“Would everyone like to take a better look at Eric’s cock?” Annie asked our guests.
‘Yes please.”
“Sure – let that poor thing breathe!”
“Take it off!” came all the responses.

I looked down and felt Annie’s hands unclipping my cage and ring and easing my cock and balls out of its snug embrace. I was breathing quickly and was pretty nervous, as I had no idea what was going to happen next.

“I think we need to see how big it gets.” This comment came from our single neighbor down the street, the schoolteacher. I would never have guessed she might be into this kind of thing and her very normality made the scene even stranger.

“I have something that may help” said Annie and produced a knobby looking blue vibrator. Everyone burst out laughing and I looked with at her with pleading eyes.
“Please no” I said, “This has gone far enough.”
“Remember” she said, “no limits. Now shut up and do what I tell you.”

Annie placed the tip of the vibrator under my balls and started playing it around my anus and up the head of my cock. I looked down and could feel the warm waves of tingling pleasure coursing through my lower regions. I looked up and saw a room full of dressed people focused on what Annie was doing. I felt so naked and exposed. And then, in spite of myself, I felt my cock starting to throb and get hard.

“Ohhhh”, I moaned. My hips started to move involuntarily. My cock was now fully erect and bobbing in front of my stomach.
“It’s dripping!” I heard my wife’s tennis partner Michelle exclaim.
I looked down and saw a clear glistening stream of liquid hanging from the opening in my cockhead.
“Ohh noo” I whispered to Annie. “I hope you took away their phones? Did you take away everyone’s phones???”

In answer my old boss Jennifer stepped in front of me and took out her iPhone. She knelt down and I guess she was using the video because she focused for a while on my dripping pre-cum and then panned back to capture the rest of my naked body and my contorted face. She laughed out loud.
“Now that is going to come in useful!” she said.
Then she took her cocktail and used the drink glass to scoop up the hanging thread of pre-cum and walked away swishing the ice around.

After that things got a bit crazy. The women took turns using the vibrator on my ass and penis. Someone beat my ass with a thin cane or some kind of riding crop, but the person was behind me so I couldn’t see. It stung and caused me to move around even more and thrust out my cock further.

“Annie, Annie! Where are you?!” I stammered. “I’m so close to cumming! I feel like I’m going to lose it here!”
“No you’re not.” she said from my side. “Not without my permission. And I forbid you to cum in front of all our friends.”

“Ohhh god” I said. My face was sweaty, my bottom had hot red stripes on it and my balls felt incredibly full and heavy. Liz, a heavy set brunette from the local convenience store kept running the vibrator over my dick and I could see it was soaked in pre-cum. Her eyes were focused on mine, willing me to lose control.

I heard my old boss Jennifer say” “Wait a sec – I’ve got an idea”, and I could hear her heels on the wood floor as she walked over towards our bedroom and master bath.

“I don’t know if I can hold this much longer,” I hissed out loud to no one in particular. I looked up at all the people looking at me and didn’t care anymore. My cock was bulging, my balls were tight against my shaft and all I could think about was blowing my load.

All of a sudden my cock was drenched in ice-cold liquid. Annie stood in front of me with a highball glass full of ice water. She had grasped my cock and pushed it down through the ice to the bottom.

At the same moment, Jennifer walked up in front of me and showed me a tube of Ben-Gay she had retrieved from our bathroom.
“I think I will enjoy this more than you, but it should really help alleviate your condition,” she said laughing.
Jennifer looked at Annie for permission, who smiled and nodded.
“Go ahead” said Annie.
“I can’t believe you’re going to let her do this to me.” I said.
I was horrified but my cock was out of the glass by now and getting hard again in spite of myself.
“No please Jennifer, please don’t put that stuff on my cock. Please, I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?” said Annie? Jennifer just laughed.
“Yes, yes, of course” I said.

Jennifer winked at Annie and walked behind me.
My cock was hard again and dripping from the ice water.
I could see everyone looking expectantly at Jennifer. I felt her left hand go around my waist and caress my cock from behind as Annie looked into my eyes.

My legs were spread and there was nothing I could do to close them or protect myself. I felt Jennifer’s warm breath in my ear and smelled a mixture of wine, lipstick and perfume as she spoke.

“I want you to dance for me,” she said. “Will you dance for me Eric?”
Her tongue flicked my ear and she pushed the right index finger she had covered in Ben-Gay deep into my freshly shaved and clean anus.
“AwwwwOhhh!!! Oh god oh god oh god nnnooo!!!
And I danced.

A_Humble_Servant On December 16, 2015 | Reply

I hope that Goddess does not mind that this is a little long, but I present a first chapter:

It had been another long morning for John Crofton. It usually was when the customer didn’t listened to the recommendations he had made, and so now John had been dancing the familiar line between the customer is always right, and the customer is lying, which was always a particularly line when said customers were trying to implement a software solution as flexible as the tools MSS provided. It was always a delicate balancing act, and it could be as tiring dealing with the customers as it was making sense of their manufacturing setup and implementing the control systems. The phone rang as John was typing up his case notes.

“Hello Manufacturing Software Solutions, John Crofton speaking, how can I help you?”
“Hello John,” said his boss loudly, “Are you all set for the trip?”
John shifted slightly in his seat as he scratched at his close cropped brown hair, “I haven’t had a chance to look at the sales report yet George, the local IT at TR Engineering thought they had a better idea for an authorisation loop so I’ve been unpicking that mess for them this morning.”
“That’s support work, am I going to have to speak to Phil again?”
“You can,” said John, trying to hide his frustration at having the same conversation again, “But until we officially start documenting the actual install as well as the recommendation report, then for some customers the solutions architect is always going to be pulled back in if support can’t figure out what’s going on.”
“We’ve got another meeting on that next week John, can you forward the case report and I’ll add it to the supporting evidence for development. Hopefully we should have enough to get the higher ups to approve the new helpdesk module.”
“I was writing it up when you called, I was going to copy you in anyway.”
“Excellent, now on to FR Engineering, I’ve forwarded the pre-sales report, but you should watch out for Madame Padre as she gave Charlie a real going over.”
“You know me boss,” said John, waiting for what was coming next.
“That’s why I’m sending you. On the plus side, she’s worth visiting, maybe a bit old for you, but I wouldn’t let that stop a single lad like you learning a thing or two if you got the chance.”
“Erm… sure boss,” replied John, cringing inwardly whilst playing nice with his boss.
“You’ve got all the details, but this could be a whole new market so don’t fuck it up. Good luck with getting to Gatwick, rather you than me.”
“Thanks Boss.”

John wrote up his report, and starting doing his final checks before he left the office early. His bag was packed and ready to go, but the engineering checks the French space engineering company had to go through were going to keep him busy for days. He was still trying to get his head round the quality requirements when his phone rang.
“Hello Mr Crofton, or may I call you John?”
The voice had a French accent but spoke English easily. However, John was somewhat distracted as at the word hello he felt a constriction in trousers as a phantom hand squeezed his now erect cock and his prostate activated powerfully.
“Hello,” he sputtered, “Erm… Madame Padre I presume?”
“Oui, but please call me Angelina. I just wanted to make sure you had all the information you require John?”
“I think so,” said John, still trying to pull his thoughts together, “But um… I have a lot of questions regarding your quality checks and what it means for the control system.”
“That is fine, I have set aside plenty of time for us to deal with everything.”
“Excellent, I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” said John
“Oui, I look forward to meeting you,” replied Madame Padre before hanging up.

What the hell, wondered John, taking a moment to calm itself. It had been months since he had thought of her, well maybe not months, but he hadn’t listened to the hypnosis recording in months. He remembered the old trigger of course, and the mantra was right on the tip of his tongue, but he didn’t remember an effect like that before. John was a little embarrassed thinking back on it, but the breakup had been hard and he didn’t feel ready to throw himself into what dating had become these days. He was only twenty-nine, reluctantly staring down the barrel of thirty, but he had met Gemma at uni and they’ve been going out until last year when it had all gone so horribly wrong. John hadn’t changed that much since leaving uni, he was still trim thanks to his love of running, his brown hair was still cut short with a mess of spikes on top, but his clothes had smartened up given how often he was on company time . His job as a solutions architect had him travelling a lot, there really wasn’t time for dating. I don’t have time to worry about this, thought John as he focused back on the support request , I hope that was a one off.

The journey was the usual taxi, airport, taxi, hotel. The whole idea of business travel was all very exciting until you were stuck on the treadmill of it. The trip to the airport had generated a couple more reminders of the phone call from earlier that afternoon, but thankfully nothing so strong, and he had relaxed once he was in France and using his bad school boy French. The following morning he had a light breakfast and then got in another taxi which took John to the office of FR Engineering in one of the industrial estates that made up the Aerospace Valley near Toulouse. He introduced himself to the receptionist, waited patiently, and finally was led up to Madame Padre’s office by her handsome PA Luc who opened the door and waved him in.

“Ah, hello John,” said Madame Padre, as she finished laying out some documents on a round desk to the side of her main working area.
“Bounjour Madame Padre,” said John, shocked that he had been triggered again, if anything stronger this time. He strode across the office trying to brazen the moment out and get close enough so that he wasn’t stood in her doorway with a giant erection when she inevitably turned to face him. He heard Luc shut the door behind him, and he just made it in time.
“I told you to call me Angelina,” said Madame Padre as she turned, “Ah good, you’re keen. Shall I let you look over these whilst I get us some coffee, or would you prefer tea?”
“Tea would be wonderful,” said John, turning away to set his bag down, and slipping under the table.

It is going to be a long two days if this keeps happening, he thought. This time the words of the mantra came back to him, and to his surprise he found it helped calm him down as he got himself settled in. He was soon deep in conversation with Madame Padre, poring over workflows, and trying to understand the systems they already had in place. He was glad the work was so engrossing because Madame Padre was very a very attractive woman, her long dark hair was piled up on top of her head, and she wore a very fitted business suit which seemed to accentuate her curves whilst revealing nothing. There was something in the way she looked over the top of her glasses at him with piercing blue eyes, and the accent, but for the most part he was able to lose himself in the work.

“Oh hello,” said John to himself as rechecked a workflow.
“Hello what?” asked Madame Padre as she leaned over to look at the paper he was staring at.
Her words had their customary effect, but this time she had caught him leaning back with a piece of paper in his hand. John quickly set the diagram on the desk in front of him and pointed at the module, hoping fervently that she hadn’t noticed.
“This control module here, I don’t have it listed on the pre-sales report, is this a custom application?”
Madame Padre looked at him for a moment, seemingly staring right through him. He repeated the mantra in his mind as his erection subsided and waited nervously.
“I told that imbecile Charlie about this, it is an in house system dating back many years. Will this be a problem?”
“I don’t know,” replied John, he found honesty was usually the easiest approach with customers, “I’ll need to take a look at the code and what it does. It’s more the time, do you have any documentation?”
“Of course, but it is in French?”
“Ah, can you get me a copy of the code or is it proprietary? There should be a non-disclosure clause as part of the contract, but I prefer to check.”
“Oui,” replied Madame Padre, frowning at John, “I can get you the code, although I’ll have to kill you, but first I want to speak to your boss.”

John watched in confusion as Madame Padre walked across to her own desk, picked up the phone, and dialled.
“Hello George,” she said, pausing as she stared directly at John’s groin. The trigger word had its effect, but all John could do was sit there and suffer as the beautiful woman, his customer, stared opening at his trapped erection whilst talking to his boss, “That imbecile Charlie missed something in his pre-report.”
John tried to remain calm but his heart was thudding in his chest, which only seemed to heighten his erection.
“No, John caught it. Yes, he has done okay so far, but he will need to explain himself, sorry, explain the problem. I think we’ll need him for the week. And I’m not bloody paying for it either, this is your mistake not ours.”
John had turned back to the paperwork, not trusting himself as Madame Padre had continued to stare at his groin whilst talking to his boss.
“Oh don’t worry, I’ll take good care of him.”

John was wondering what would happen next as Madame Padre put the phone down.
“So John, I was wondering why every time I say the word hello your cock gets hard?”
He sat in silence, unable to work out what to say.
“Please turn to face me John, I wouldn’t want to have to start calling you Mr Crofton.”
John turned reluctantly, his erection pressing tightly against his trousers.
“There we go,” said Madame Padre, her accent getting thicker, “Not that it isn’t gratifying that I have this effect on you, and I know how hung up you English can be about sex, but what is going on?”
John was still struck dumb, he didn’t know what to say, his mouth opened and shut, but no words would come out.
“It’s a simple question,” said Madame Padre, speaking slowly as if to an idiot, “Why does your cock get hard when I say hello? I mean hello of all words, why hello?”
John was now squirming in his chair, he was sure he could feel a drop of pre-cum escaping the tip of his cock as his prostate was repeatedly activated by Madame’s use of the trigger word.
“Hello,” said Madame Padre, sharply now as she moved round the desk, “Hello, what is going on here Mr Crofton? Why is your dick so hard? I think if I keep saying hello you may well cum right here in front of me. Hello, hello, hello…”
“It’s not my cock,” gasped John, reaching for the truth as he teetered on the edge of a humiliating leak that would only heap more embarrassment upon him.
“Oh indeed,” said Madame Padre, looking highly amused, “I shall look forward to hearing all about that over dinner this evening, but right now we have work to do. That is if you would care to get your mind back on the job.”

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