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Working with Trista Ch. 01
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Day 1:

I had just started my new job; only a month in and so far it was ok. I was laid off months earlier and forced to start working in a temp firm. The hours were all right, the pay was reasonable, and I couldn't complain about the commute. I was told this position could potentially turn into a full-time role if all went well during the 3 month "probationary period." The marketing department I was temping in was made up of all women so that was a nice little perk. This story is about one of those people and my first business trip.

I had met Trista on my first day, while she wasn't my boss on the official org-chart, I did take all my work direction from her. She was definitely one of those people you notice from across the room, at least I sure had. She was probably in her early 40's, but you couldn't tell by looking at her. She had a very intimidating personality though, and I wasn't sure what to make of her at first. But I did enjoy admiring her from a distance.

I thought I hit the jackpot when my boss told me I would be flying to Las Vegas with Trista for a convention our company was participating in. As it was explained to me that my main duties out there would be helping her set up our display, taking down our display and checking in daily to see if our sales staff needed anything, but for the most part there was a lot of downtime. I couldn't wait. I had been out there once before, and loved it. This time, not only was the company paying for it, I was going with the gal I somewhat had the hots for in the office. I figured worse case, I could see her in a bikini by the pool one day, best case she might let her guard down a little, one thing would lead to another and we'd have one fun night or two together. I mean after all, as the saying goes, "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas" right?

The day before we were to fly out, her and I went over what we needed to bring, she told me to bring a couple of dressier outfits for going out to dinner, she told me to bring some clothes I could get dirty while we were setting up the displays, and she reminded me not to forget to bring something to wear at the pool. She specifically made mention that her bikini was already packed. I felt a sudden twinge in my pants as she told me that. I must have been blushing a little because she said, "well it is May in Las Vegas, and I'm going to lay out by the pool at some point."

Finally the day had arrived. We met at the airport and flew out that morning, arriving in Vegas just after noon. We checked into the hotel and Trista told me to get settled, change into some clothes to work in, and she'd pick me up in a half an hour or so. We'd get something to eat before going to the convention center to set up the display.

The half hour went quickly; I changed into my work clothes, some gym shorts and a tee shirt along with some Nike Pro spandex compression shorts and shirt underneath, and was halfway through unpacking my suitcase when Trista knocked on my door. I let her in and she checked the view outside of my window, noticing that it over-looked the pool. I was grabbing my stuff to go as she noticed some of the clothing I had sticking out of my suitcase; she pulled out a pair of spandex running tights.

"What are these for?" she asked. I stammered that sometimes I wear them when I work out, if it's cold out or just want to work up a better sweat. "Do you wear these tights all by themselves?" she asked.

I told her no and when she asked why not, I blushed and explained to her that they don't leave much to the imagination. She just laughed and said good to know. So we headed out.

Setting up the display was tougher work than I imagined. There was a booth we had to set up, various products we had to unpack and a lot of heavy lifting; not to mention that the convention center doesn't turn on the A/C until the start of the conference! I actually managed to work up a sweat. Trista noticed I had, and she started poking fun, saying that "maybe you should have worn your spandex tights if this is such a workout." Trying to make a witty comeback, I told her that I had compression shorts and a shirt on underneath. That piqued her interest. She said, "Well, let's see them." I lifted up the leg of my shorts to show her the navy spandex I had on underneath.

"No, not like that, let's see the whole thing," said as she stopped working and stared at me. I started to make the excuse that it wouldn't be exactly proper attire, and others might see. She said "Nonsense, I'll make you a deal." She said she had on something similar under her shorts and tee shirt. She'd go down to what amounted to volleyball shorts and a sports bra if I were to remove my clothing and go in just the spandex I had on underneath.

This is one of those decisions where taking the time to think things through would have helped. She already had told me she planned to lie out at the pool; my window overlooked the pool, so I would see basically the same outfit the next afternoon. However, sometimes patience is hard to come by.

I took off my tee shirt, leaving the navy spandex shirt I had on underneath and looked at Trista. "Keep going," she instructed as she waved her hand indicating her impatience. I felt my cock growing harder in the spandex shorts, knowing that it would be fully on display. I slipped my loose basketball shorts down, revealing only the compression shorts underneath, my hardness pushing against the Lycra material. Standing before her in only the spandex attire, I looked up at Trista who was smiling.

"Seems like you really enjoy being in just that tight little outfit," she smirked. I started to stammer a response or an excuse and mumbled something about being seen by others, but she just laughed and said, "Don't worry about being seen by others; unless they're up close, they won't be able to tell. It's just not all that noticeable." Talk about a low-blow.

Trista went back to work and I asked her about her taking off part of her clothing. "Oh we took that break so I sort of cooled off. Plus it looks like you have enough trouble controlling that little thing without me in skimpy attire." I couldn't understand it but I was harder than ever being out in the open like this in just spandex, everything on display and being picked on about my size by my co-worker.

We finished the setup, Trista continually laughing at me hiding behind boxes or some part of the display booth anytime someone would come near as I tried to hide my attire and my hardness within it. When we were finished, I looked around for my tee shirt and shorts and saw Trista, holding them in her hand. I asked for them back and she said sternly, "No, you can have these when we get out to the car." I was about to protest, but her tone made it seem that it wasn't up for debate. She told me to lead the way; I hesitated for a bit but finally started walking.

On the way out, I felt fully on display and my face was beet red as I must have passed about 20 people walking out to the car, Trista following behind me. I could feel her eyes on my ass, and the people I passed all noticed my rock hard cock being constricted by the spandex. When we got to the car, she tossed me my clothing saying, "Cover that little thing up already." I quickly got dressed and into the car.

When we returned to the hotel, Trista told me that we had reservations at a pretty nice steakhouse so get dressed up and be ready to go in a couple of hours. She said to meet her downstairs at the sports book at around 8:00 and not spend my time relieving myself starting down at the girls around the pool. I just blushed and said ok, as that was exactly what I had planned on doing.

A couple of hours later, I had cleaned up pretty well. I had showered, shaved and had on a nice suit. My hair was looking as good as it was going to, I had on my best cologne, and yet I was as nervous as could be. I felt like it was a first date. Granted we were going out to eat, but I had just spent the afternoon being humiliated by this woman who I found a bit brash and sometimes downright bossy, yet very s3xy still. For some reason, I had this overwhelming desire to please her.

I was in the sports book bar watching the Minnesota Twins take on the Chicago White Sox, waiting for Trista to meet me. While I had found her s3xy before and was excited to see her all dressed up, this was beyond my expectations.

She was wearing a very low-cut black mini dress. It accented her in all the right ways and I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She must have sensed that I was a bit overwhelmed and she smiled and said, "Well how do I look?" I told her she looked great and she thanked me. Trista sat down at the bar and ordered a merlot as the bartender gave me a second vodka/tonic; my first one had gone down pretty easily with how nervous I was. We talked about the game and baseball in general. I tried to impress her with the fact that I pitched in high school and I was impressed with her baseball knowledge as well. That didn't alleviate my nervousness however, as I was soon on my third drink as I continued to try to steal glances at her.

I was definitely tipsy, the vodka/tonics doing the trick, as we headed off to dinner. Trista was turning quite a few heads and I was very pleased to be dining with her. Over dinner, we got to know each other better, her controlling the conversation for the most part, asking all the usual questions. I was still trying to steal glances at her low cut dress, probably not doing a very good job due to the whiskey sours, having a couple of more over dinner too.

As we finished our dinner, Trista asked me if I wanted to join her to do some gambling. I suggested we go back to her room. She laughed and asked why we should do that. I told her that she looked very good and I would love to see her without that dress on. I suggested we make a bet and if she lost I'd get to see her without that dress. After some deliberation, we ended up deciding we were going to go to across the street to the casino and place one bet on roulette. The loser would have to do what the winner wanted for the remainder of the trip. I readily agreed.

By the time we got across the street to the casino, my mind was racing with all the things I was going to have her do. The main thing was first remove that dress and after that, it was going to be repeated acts of debauchery. We went to the roulette wheel and she handed me a $5 chip. She said, "Black or red, your choice. If you lose, you have to do whatever I say the rest of the trip. Agreed?" I smiled and told her she was on. I figured there was so much s3xual tension in the air that even if I lost this bet, I'd end up a winner anyway as the end result would be the same. So I threw the $5 chip on black. When the ball finally stopped, it was on red 28 and I had lost.

Trista just smiled at me and said, "Well you win some, you lose some right?" I agreed but I was pretty deflated because even though I assumed that the end result would be us having s3x no matter who won, I was no longer in control of when that was going to happen. After staring at Trista's chest all night, my cock wanted it to happen immediately.

We stayed at the casino a little while longer, Trista telling me she wanted me to cheer her on as she played blackjack. She told me that was her first demand. She ended up winning $50 and we headed back to the hotel. At this point, my balls were aching from watching her work the room all night and her boobs almost spill out of her dress.

Back at the hotel, in the elevator, Trista said to me, "so did you get enough glances of my chest tonight? I swear every time I looked at you, you were staring at my boobs." I started to apologize immediately but she doubted that I was truly sorry. When the elevator door opened I sheepishly asked if she was going to go to bed. She looked at me and said, "Would you rather I go to bed or go back to your room and suck your cock?" My eyes were wide as I couldn't believe my ears and I told her definitely back to my room.

I couldn't get the door to my room open fast enough. Once in the room, I threw my jacket on the bed, turned around and Trista grabbed my crotch. "Let's take this out," she said and she slipped down to her knees. I stood there; still a little tipsy from the drinks I had as she unzipped my pants and took my cock out. "What a site" I thought to myself. Staring down at Trista hold my hard cock in her hands, being able to look down her dress as her boobs almost spilled out of her shirt.

I watched as she took her lips and placed them around my cock and watched as my cock slowly disappeared into her mouth. She held my balls in one hand and stroked me with the other as she gave me a mind-numbing blowjob. I stood there for a 2 to 3 minutes, her squeezing my balls occasionally as her lips worked their magic. Occasionally she would squeeze my balls which caused me to moan out but I was not going to complain.

"Does that feel good on your little cock?" she asked. I didn't even mind her demeaning comment at this point and just said yes.

All of a sudden she stood up, still holding my balls in her hand. "That's all for tonight," she told me, "remember our bet, you do what I say, and I am telling you, no cumming tonight. If these balls aren't as full tomorrow as they are now, that little blowjob will be all you get the entire time we're here. Do you understand?"

I nodded and she squeezed even harder, almost bringing me to my knees. "Good, I'll see you in the morning. I'll be stopping by at 9 am so we can go work, out so be ready. And remember, no cumming."

With that she let go of my now aching balls and retired to her room. I thought about relieving the ache in my balls but remembered her threat. Eventually I was able to fall asleep, my balls, full of cum, aching all night long.

Day 2:

At 9 am sharp, Trista knocked on my door. I was ready to go work out like she told me and I had even listened to her and not masturbated. She came in wearing a pair of spandex tights and a zip-up sweatshirt. I had put on the tights she had seen yesterday with wind-pants over them, along with a similar spandex shirt I had on and a tee shirt over that.

When we got down to the fitness center at the hotel, there were a few people but it wasn't exactly bustling. She immediately went to a row of elliptical machines, turned on her I-pod and began her workout. I went to a stationary bike a couple rows behind her and a few feet over. From there I had a great view of her ass in her tightly clad spandex tights as she swayed from side to side. I was definitely lost in thought as I couldn't wait to get my hands on that ass and finish what we started last night. Before long I felt my cock straining against the spandex I was wearing myself. Without realizing it, a half hour had past, and I was drenched in sweat. Snapping me out of my trance, Trista turned around and caught me staring at her backside and was walking towards me.

"Enjoy the view?" she asked me. I nodded and was about to make an excuse when she said, "Ok good, time to give me a view now, off with the wind-pants." I started to stammer remembering what happened when I was on display yesterday and this time with more people nearby. "No sense in stalling, we're not leaving until you're in just spandex for a half hour on a treadmill, besides, I won the bet remember."

I knew it was useless to protest, she would wait here until I did it and I really wanted to finish what we started the night before. I slipped off the wind-pants leaving only the skin tight spandex on. "Mmmmm very nice," she said, "are your balls still full?" I looked around to see if anyone else had heard her. I told her they were and that I had followed her instructions. "I knew you would," she said and she went back to her machine.

Trista standing in front of me didn't help to tone done my hardness at all. I felt that everyone was looking at me, and everyone was noticing my hard cock. Realistically I knew that half the people there didn't care either way, most probably didn't even notice, but that didn't help at all as I felt fully on display.

Mercifully, the half hour ended. Trista giggled as she looked at me in just the tights and said we were done and had to get going. Thankfully, she had allowed me to put the wind-pants back on for the trip back up to the room. Trista told me that she had made an appointment at the salon for both of us which started in a half hour.

I showered and was ready to go to the salon when she picked me up. First was a massage, which we got side by side. We were lying next to each other, only a sheet over each of us and were waiting for the masseuses to enter the room when Trista made sure to tell me, "This massage does not have a 'happy ending'."

For the next 45 minutes, the masseuse did a masterful job. I was in heaven as she worked my muscles and was totally relaxed. For a brief while, I was even able to forget that lying on the table next to me was Trista totally naked underneath her sheet. Of course, every once in a while I had to take a look over at her table to see if there was any skin showing.

Once the massage was over, Trista told me that she was going to get a manicure and pedicure. She asked what color she should get her nails done in. I suggested red. "A little slutty, don't you think?" she asked. I shrugged and said yes but she asked. She said fair enough. She told me she had set me up for some waxing, saying that I had way too much hair on me last night.

I must have looked at her skeptically because she reminded me that I had lost the bet and that it'd be growing back by the time we went home anyway, so just go with whatever the esthetician says. She also explained to me how much more she likes smooth skin on a guy. No sooner had I said ok than the esthetician came in and introduced herself, showing me to a different room. Once there, she explained the process and what was going to be done. When she said complete hair removal I asked what she meant by that. She told me that Trista had set up a complete hair removal from the neck down.

"Shaven legs?" I thought to myself. I wasn't too sure about this.

The esthetician sensed my skepticism and assured me that the procedure was not uncommon for men, and was increasing in popularity. She asked me if I liked feeling smooth legs on a woman and when I said yes, she asked how this would be any different. She also reminded me that Trista must like it since that is what she set up.

I decided in for a penny in for a pound and as Trista said, it will be growing back by the time we were done with the trip anyway.

The esthetician started with my back and then my chest. It wasn't too bad. It hurt some but nothing like in that movie the 40 year old virgin. When she was working on my groin I found myself growing aroused yet again and was embarrassed, but she assured me that it actually helped to get all the hair off. Anytime I started to go a little soft, she seemed to accidentally brush against my cock, making it spring back to life. I'm not sure if that was truly an accident but she apologized each time.

To finish, she explained to me that I had to get on my hands and knees so she could do my ass. I felt very exposed in this position and while it didn't take all that long, by the time I was done, there was a little pool of cum on the table beneath me that leaked out of my cum-filled cock. She noticed it and giggled a little, but was a professional about it all.

The whole procedure took a little over an hour and I met Trista and her new bright red nails out in the lobby of the salon. She was reading a magazine and asked as soon as she saw me, "How does it feel to be totally hairless?" More than a few people looked up and the girl at the reception desk couldn't stifle her laugh. My face turned red, but I answered that I was surprised that it felt really good and I liked it.

We ate lunch at one of the little cafes in the casino and Trista asked if I wanted to go with her to the pool. Boy did I ever, I had been looking forward to seeing her in a bikini since I first heard about the trip. She asked me what sort of swimming attire I had brought. I told her it was a standard pair of board shorts. That wouldn't do. She explained that as winner of the bet, she'd have to pick something else out. We went to the casino store where they had what seemed like an endless array of swimming attire. On the far wall, I noticed a few skimpy bikinis I wouldn't have minded seeing Trista in.

My daydreaming was interrupted when Trista called me over to a section she was looking at. When I got there she held up this bright royal blue men's thong. "This will look perfect on you I think," she exclaimed. "What? No way," I immediately said, "there's nothing to it! There's no way I'm going out to the pool in that."

Trista just smiled at me and said, "Do you want to rub lotion on me so I don't burn? Up my legs and on my back? My inner thighs and even my chest? If you wear this for me, I'll let you run your hands all over me with lotion."

Well naturally, that somewhat sweetened the pot but I still wasn't sure. She then said I could wear my board shorts out to the pool but when we sat down I could take them off, so I'd not have to walk to the pool like that, I could somewhat get my bearings first. Between that and the prospect of getting to rub lotion all over her, I agreed.

She took the thong up to the front where the gal at the register looked at the thong, at Trista, then at me and then back to Trista before ringing it up. Trista said to her, "The hope is that it won't look quite as small if he's wearing this." The girl giggled and said, "Of course," as I stood there my face as red as can be.

From there we went upstairs to our respective rooms to get changed. I slipped on the thong and if it was possible, it looked even smaller once in it was on than it did in the store. I stared at my now hairless body in the mirror. I looked very different. The fact that this suit was royal blue sure seemed to call out "look at me" as well. I put on a tee shirt and my board shorts over the thong and waited for Trista to come get me.

Once she was changed, we headed down to the pool, found two chairs next to each other, and Trista took off the tee shirt she wore. As I tried to keep my eyes from popping out of their sockets, she wore a very skimpy top that showed more of her boobs than it seemed to cover. She looked at me and said, "Ok let's see your new suit." I realized that my eyes weren't the only thing bulging out after seeing her bikini clad chest. I tried to explain to her that if I were to remove my other clothes, my hard-on would be visible but she didn't care, telling me that if I wanted to rub lotion on her now was the time. Slowly, I slipped down my shorts and removed my tee shirt, leaving me only in the royal blue thong.

"Oh my," she said as she looked me over. "Stay standing up, I'll put some lotion on you so that you don't burn." She had me turn around so that my ass was facing the majority of the pool patrons as she put lotion on my back. I once again felt all eyes were on me. She paid special attention to apply a lot of lotion to my now exposed ass, rubbing in a lot of lotion, squeezing it at various times. When she was done she gave my ass a little slap and said all done and allowed me to finally sit down. She slipped off her shorts to reveal the high cut bikini bottoms she had on. Her bikini matched her new red nails perfectly and she looked great.

She asked me to put lotion on her back as she laid down on her stomach. I was gladly up to the task; I sat down on the edge of her chair and began to rub lotion onto her back. "No no no," she told me, "stand up and bend over when you put lotion on me, I want people to be able to see your little swim suit." I wasn't exactly enthused about this development but at this point I'd have done just about anything so I stood up and bent over, giving those around us a very good view of my backside as I applied the lotion to her.

While lying out there, we had a few drinks, so when it was time for me to apply lotion to her front, I was a lot more relaxed this time when I had to stand. However, as I was massaging the lotion into the top of her chest, my cock grew very hard, to which Trista said, "See I told you that little suit would make it look bigger."

When our time at the pool was done, Trista had me gather up our stuff, and she mercifully allowed me to put on my board shorts. She did point out that she might not be so generous next time.

She told me to get dressed, we were going shopping, I could wear whatever I wanted, and jeans would be fine. A little over a half hour later, we were pulling up to what could be best described as an "adult store." Needless to say, I was very excited to go in here, hoping that this would translate well into whatever was to happen tonight. My balls were very achy at this point, from the partial blowjob last night, to this morning's workout and waxing, to the pool. I was being kept on edge for quite a while at least by my standards.

When we went in, we were greeted by a guy behind the counter dressed in tight jeans, a black leather vest, boots with 2 inch heels and tattoos up each arm, who introduced himself as Bolt. Nice name I thought to myself. Trista introduced herself saying that she was the person who had called earlier. Bolt remembered her and gave us the quick layout of the store. He pointed out the dressing room, encouraged us to try stuff on, and if we had any questions or needed any opinions to not hesitate to ask as the store was very slow that day. I must say for being a bit on the goofy looking side, he seemed very helpful.

Trista immediately took my hand and went for the clothing. At first I thought "oh here we go again" but I was surprised when we went to the women's section and she started asking if I thought she'd look good in some of the outfits. She pulled out a school girl skirt, a black vinyl cat-suit and a white corset. Of course I thought she'd look great in any of them and didn't hesitate to tell her so. When she said she'd try them on, I thought I had hit the jackpot.

The first thing she tried on was the corset. It looked great. Bolt actually had to help her lace up and tighten it in the back but when she came out of the dressing room her boobs looked like they were about to spill out of it. My cock instantly sprang to attention. She asked what I thought and I stammered she looked amazing. Bolt and Trista both chuckled when Trista pointed out they could notice my enthusiasm through my jeans. "Keep that little thing under control," she warned me.

The second outfit didn't do anything to help my erection as she came out dressed as a school girl. The too short checkered skirt certainly did the trick as I felt my jeans grow even tighter. Bolt loved that outfit. Trista turned around and bent over, showing off her tight ass. Once again, she pointed out my hard cock and said I needed to keep it under control.

The final outfit was too much as I almost came in my pants. She came out in this skin tight black vinyl cat suit. It was absolutely jaw dropping the way the vinyl clung to her breasts, her hips and her ass. She asked if I liked this one and I said I certainly did. She asked if I'd submit to her in this outfit and I said I surely would. She then said that that sounded like a good idea and she whispered something to Bolt, who then disappeared.

"So you'd submit to me in this outfit, is that right?" Trista asked as she pressed up against me. When I told her I would, she asked, "So I could tie you up? Take control of you?" Oh was she ever turning me on now, I would have agreed to anything at this point.

She reached down and grabbed my cock through my jeans, "can I be in control of this too?" I nodded yes as fast as I could as I noticed Bolt handed her a pair of handcuffs. She told me to hold out my hands, which I did. She put a cuff on one wrist and lifted my arms up, cuffing me around the metal bar holding the dressing room curtain.

"I guess you were right, you would let me tie you up," Trista beamed. "Now let's see what we can do about what else you agreed to." She reached down and unzipped my pants and slid them down leaving me in only my boxers. Within moments those too were off, leaving me in only my tee shirt and my hard cock sticking straight out, both Trista and Bolt looking at me.

"Um, this is a little more than I was thinking, anyone could walk in here," I stammered. Trista laughed and said that Bolt had locked the door to make sure that it wouldn't be an issue. "Plus we have to figure out a way I can control that cock of yours," she said as she took my cock in her hands and began stroking it. She turned to Bolt asking him if they had anything in the store that might be useful in this instance. He said he had just the thing and left the room as Trista continued to stroke my rock hard cock.

Bolt returned with a metal device, explaining to Trista that it was a chastity device and would prevent me from getting hard at all, let alone cumming but would allow me to go to the bathroom so it never had to come off. It was an impressive looking device, stainless steel that would allow me to partially get hard but not fully as it curved down. Bolt said the official name was the bird cage. It came with a small padlock that had a key, and Bolt explained that unless I took it to a locksmith or something like that to cut it off, the only way it was coming off was with the key. I started to voice my displeasure but Trista hushed me, quickly reminding me that I had just told her I was up for this and to not forget she won the bet in the first place.

Trista squeezed my balls, forcing me to cry out as she said, "Now you want this device on don't you?" With her squeezing me like that I quickly said I agreed. She turned to Bolt and asked how they could get the device on since my cock was so hard.

He had an idea and quickly returned with a cup of ice water. Trista dunked my cock and balls in the ice water which caused me to gasp and quickly returned my cock to its normal state. Trista then asked me, "Do you really not want me to put this on you?"

I took her at her word and said, "No I really don't." When she said that she understood I felt so relieved. But that lasted only a few seconds when she then said, "That's fine, Bolt will you please put this device on him?"

With that Bolt bent over, and began to man-handle (literally) my cock and balls, forcing them into this chastity device. I must say that while I was not at all enjoying my predicament, if not for the device, Bolt's handling of me would have caused my erection to return. As Bolt was holding my cock in one hand and putting the device on, I saw Trista take a picture with her phone. "Smile," she said as I heard the camera snap.

When Bolt clasped the lock and handed the key to Trista, he said, "All locked up, I like the no hair too, very nice on him."

Trista just smiled and asked me, "How does that device feel now slut?" I said it felt ok and wasn't uncomfortable. Trista then thanked Bolt for helping her and said she may be back before our trip was over. After that she un-cuffed me and allowed me to put my jeans back on. She made a production of slipping the tiny key between her breasts for as she called it "safe-keeping."

I watched as the tiny key disappeared and began to think that maybe this trip wasn't going to go exactly as I had hoped.

We ate dinner back at the hotel, the chastity device always on my mind. Not just from the fact that my cock could no longer get hard, but because of the extra weight I felt. While not heavy, the extra weight was a tiny reminder that I was definitely not in control at this point.

After dinner, Trista told me she was going to take me out and that I should get a little dressed up. Back in the room as I was changing, I stared at myself in the mirror, this contraption hanging from my cock, not allowing me to even touch myself. As I stood there and thought about it, the thought of Trista having control over me must have been quite a turn-on as my cock tried it's best to get hard, but to no avail as it struggled against the device. I resigned myself to the fact that I wasn't going to get out of this until Trista allowed me to, but even that was a turn-on for me.

I was dressed when Trista knocked on my door, I opened it and she was in a very shiny tight red dress. Immediately I was reminded that I was wearing the device upon seeing her in that outfit. If that wasn't enough, she immediately reached out and unzipped my pants. Taking my locked up cock in her hands, she started fondling my exposed balls and asked me if I was enjoying my newfound confinement. I told her that I wouldn't mind being let out. She laughed and said, "All in good time as long as you behave" as she zipped my pants back up.

The cab dropped us off at a Gentlemen's club. Trista explained to me on the way over, she wanted to test the device to ensure it would work. Over the next couple of hours, half naked and fully naked women danced all over me. Each one of them looked at me funny as they would grind on me and feel the metal device encasing my cock. Trista took the time to explain to each one of them what it was and why it was on me. One of the dancers even asked to see it, at which point Trista had me lower my pants and show them the device. Trista smiled as each dancer tried their hardest to get me erect. While each had me aroused, none could make my cock erect to Trista's delight. My balls were filled with cum and just begging for release by the end of the night. Finally, Trista said it was time to head back to the hotel.

I was very happy with this news, holding out hope that I'd be released from this metal prison and be allowed to cum. When we arrived back at the hotel, Trista followed me up to my room, and once I had the door open, she was already fumbling at the zipper on my pants once again.

She had my metal enclosed cock out in no time and she roughly fondled my now aching balls. She kept asking if I enjoyed the dancers and if I wanted to cum, everything she was saying was making me ache more.

Trista pushed me back onto the bed, and she stared down at me. "Look at that little cock," she said, "it wants so much to get hard but it just can't. It makes me so wet."

At that point she lifted her dress, and lowered the thong she was wearing to reveal she was totally shaven and very aroused. She crawled up onto the bed as my eyes were transfixed on her glistening pussy.

"You're going to make me cum right now aren't you my little slut," she smiled as she positioned herself above my mouth. "Now let that tongue go to work."

Over the next half hour or so, she grinded her pussy on my face, cumming multiple times as my tongue darted in and out of her. Occasionally she would reach back and squeeze my extremely full balls or pinch my nipples but she never removed her pussy from my tongue. Finally, she rolled off of me and I thought that finally it was going to be my turn. Naturally, I had been testing the limits of my bonds this entire time and I thought for sure she would be reciprocating soon.

"Well, I'm going to call it a night," she said, "but I definitely plan to use that tongue again soon."

She must have seen the disappointment on my face because she then said, "Oh you thought that I'd let you out of your little device? That's so cute. It hasn't even been 24 hours yet. I didn't bring the key with me anyway. But I promise you, if you're good, I'll consider letting you out. In the meantime, don't cum. Though I suppose I don't have to tell you that, it's not like you can anyway, right?"

She giggled as she wished me a good night and went to her own room. I would like to be able to say I fell asleep right away but that wouldn't be true. Each movement caused my heavy balls to ache and my mind raced as I layed in bed that night. Eventually after a couple of hours I did finally manage to drift off to sleep.