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... pin drop silence.
Ilona sat next to me and pulled my head over onto her lap and began to
unlock and unlace my hood.
"Excuse me, I need to use the washroom," said the candidate, whose
identity I was about to learn.
With excitement and a bit of anxiety I breathed in a comforting aroma of
linen suit mixed with the dark mystery of Ilona's vagina mere inches and
likely no more than two layers of cloth from my nose. To pull the hood
off she had to push my face down onto that cleavage that ended and
separated her legs.
I opened my eyes as she lifted my head off of her. After several seconds
of adjustment to light and focus I realized what it was that I was
staring at. There were two photographs on the table in front of me: in
one the face was blurred for privacy and the other was shot from the
rear. With a shock I saw they were photographs of me. The one from the
rear showed both of my hands, chained together through my pants pockets,
down around my ankles. In it my ass was higher than my head. Its crack
barely hidden behind a sliver of pink thong panty.
It was taken while my ass was still virginal white and just before the
sting of the first reddening blow.
The second showed me looking up in shock as water was being poured onto
my chest. I could do nothing about it because my hands beneath the table
were chained together there as well. A circle of black chain is locked
around my neck. My wet shirt now clearly reveals a black bra.
"That is you, yes," confirmed Ilona.
"Yes," I said for the fourth time in as many minutes.
That the candidate is A_, leapt into my mind! But, it shouted immediately
back, her voice is not A_'s voice.
Then, just as the candidate re-entered, the memory of her voice clicked
and matched the waitress now standing before me. The waitress who had
collaborated with A_ that early evening so seemingly long ago.
"Hi, I'm Stephanie. I don't believe that we have been formally
introduced," she said as she extended her hand.
"Jeff," I said as if she didn't know by now, and took her firm grip in
mine.
"Well, Jeff, we meet again. How is your friend doing?"
"I haven't seen her in a while. I figured you might know more than I as
you two seemed to be buddies."
"No. She paid me and I never saw her again. And I never expected to see
you again either. But then what a surprise when I recognized that mark
below your butt. See that one picture there on the table? I took it. The
other was from the security camera at work. The boss insisted on blurring
the face before she'd give me a copy. It's a funny pic, no?"
"Yeah, hilarious."
"Well," interrupted Ilona, "how about you two catching up on old times on
your own time. Lets get back to the task at hand. Lets start by getting
everyone properly dressed. Jeff, strip! Pull that dress off," said Ilona
with a smirk. "Come on now. No need for modesty anymore. We have both
seen you naked."
I slowly complied. Yes it was technically true that both had seen me, but
the difference was that I was now in the effective presence of a new
person, this Stephanie. It's sort of like toddlers believing that they
are hidden from you by the mere act of placing their own hands over their
own eyes. It was some unseen woman that had seen me naked, not this one
that I could now see with my own eyes standing there in front of me.
It was also a bit disconcerting seeing this Stephanie wearing my clothes.
I became a bit excited at the thought that I would get to see her naked
when she took off her clothes to exchange them back.
"Oh wait," interjected Ilona, "with you naked there, this is a good time
to take care of our usual business."
I guess I knew that there was really no way I was going to get out it. If
I had been asked several hours ago, honestly I would not have cared about
missing a chance for a release. Because I have been cheating. But then
the whole thing earlier with Stephanie had gotten me aroused and close to
coming. So now I really did want release; but at home not here.
"Stephanie you sit on that end of this couch while I sit on this end.
We'll have a good view. Oh wait again, here's the key. Be a dear and
unlock him. And try not to touch him. You will set your own rules later
but here I like to see how he does all by himself."
They were talking as if I weren't there. Or worse, like I was some
object, an erotic Greek statue they were considering for purchase.
Stephanie stepped up to me slowly and leaned over the lock and gingerly
inserted the key and turned it. With a snap the lock came undone. She
removed the lock, and then yanked the cage off my penis.
"Ouch!"
They ignored my small complaint. The parts that locked my balls to the
cage became dislodged and fell to the floor.
"Go on! Get with it!" I guess I had hesitated a bit too long. It was so
weird now with two women sitting impassively staring at my slowly
engorging penis. Their lack of displayed emotion was frankly embarrassing
in its own right. They just stared as my hand came down and I grasped
myself and squeezed lightly. I was expecting one of them to pull out a
nail file and begin working on her finger nails while humming to herself.
Because of the embarrassment I was slowed down. At home, with the
excitement of the afternoon, I would have made short work of the job. But
here not so much. When I came I heard the click of a stop watch and the
scratch of pen on record paper.
"Do I need to record how long it takes him," Stephanie asked Ilona?
"It's really up to you, dear. I do it partly out of professional habit.
For the moment your job really is simply to unlock him and allow him to
masturbate. Or not, if that's what he wants. We are just trying to
stretch out his masturbation frequency. I will give him a prescription
indicating the minimum and maximum allowable interval. You will be like a
pharmacist where he gets the prescription filled. The maximum is actually
for you. You must not make him go longer. Unless he truly asks for it.
Otherwise, how and what you do with him during this phase is entirely up
to you. You have complete autonomy.
"Well, not so much at the maximum date. There you must allow him
sufficient latitude such that he doesn't feel as if his choices are
constrained. No forcing him to choose between no masturbation and
masturbating in public for instance. But for the minimum date, well, go
for it. Be imaginative. It's an interesting dynamic that is being set up.
The closer to the first date, the more power you will have. Whereas the
closer to the second date the less power you will have."
"Hmmmm. Yes that is an interesting dynamic," replied Stephanie. I could
see wheels turning, but I had no clue where they might be going.
"Well, lets wind this up. You," Ilona said pointing at me, "stand in the
corner facing the wall. Stephanie, take that dress, unless you brought
some other clothes, and get it on so we can dress him up ugly again.
Although, actually his clothes don't look half bad on you."
And that was it. That's how I came to have my own personal handler.
Someone with power over one of the most important aspects of my life. I,
like the horse; she, like the rider. Or maybe more like my own personal
trainer. I, like the dog, she, like the kennel owner. Or I, like the
circus lion and she, like the young whipper-snapper. Except instead of
lion I was more kitty cat. Or instead of cat more like mouse.
-----
The first prescription was easy. Three to seven days of restraint. Well
actually I had a masturbation festival. Every day I masturbated except on
the days I did it twice. I had to play dumb, of course, so on the third
and fifth days I went to see Stephanie to request release. She merely
suggested that I should really try and hold it. I pleaded a little then
acquiesced. On the seventh day I made sure to have skipped a couple of
urges to masturbate so I could perform.
I had a little trouble anyway. It was still foreign to be masturbating
before an essentially strange woman. But there was something else as
well. I had noticed it first on one of the days I had masturbated twice.
During the second masturbation I found that my old standby fantasies were
just not doing the trick. So I imagined the time I was hooded with
Stephanie and she was caressing me. I fantasied that I wouldn't know when
or how she would touch me. I imagined that she would take me all the way.
But at each step I would be surprised. It was a little out of the
ordinary for me as usually I take a more active role in my fantasies.
Often I would have a woman give me head.
So standing before Stephanie, with her staring impassively at me, I
switched to this new fantasy. To my surprise I got really hard quickly.
Before I could come Stephanie picked up a pair of panties that had been
laying in a pile of dirty clothes and tossed it to me.
"For God's sake don't come on the floor. Use this pair of dirty panties
to come in."
I was already very excited so I did not take much notice of the fact that
it was inside the folds of a pair of panties that my rush of ejaculation
came. I cleaned up the head of my penis and then wondered what to do with
the panties.
"Just stuff them in your pocket and wash them at your house and bring
them back next time you come," and then she laughed at her joke. "The
next time you come to come." She laughed again.
So what was my reward for being able to go so long without masturbating.
My next prescription was set for five to eight days. I immediately
realized that I had better play this more realistically.
I arrived at Stephanie's this time at the minimum of five days. I played
it up that I was a bit depressed because of a project at work going
badly. I said I really needed some comfort. She offered me some tea.
If I had really needed comfort I would have suspected that she was
joking. Thank you I said and after drinking the tea said I was still a
bit depressed. Please, I need to have the comfort of an orgasm.
"Get down on your knees and say five times, 'you are my mistress goddess.
I am your unworthy servant.' And then you will lie on the floor prostrate
at my feet and place your lips on the tip of one of my shoes."
"Ughhh," I began, "that's a bit weird. I'll take a pass."
I actually really did think it a bit weird. I wasn't play acting that
bit. When I got home and was masturbating I kept finding my fantasy being
interrupted by that weird request.
I went back on day six. I figured that it would be best to play along and
say it and lie at her feet.
"Get down on your knees and say ten times, 'you are my mistress goddess.
I am your unworthy servant.' And then you will lie on the floor prostrate
at my feet. I will then spit on the tips of my high heels and you will
lick it off."
Fuck, I thought to myself. I should have known she would up the ante. I
was screwed, I thought. But wait, I can spin this as standing up to a
strong women.
"Sorry," I said, "I'll see you day after tomorrow."
"Suit yourself," she said. I left and returned on day eight.
Imagine my surprise when I saw that Ilona was there.
"Jeff, I am so proud of you. You are doing so well. Much better than I
ever expected of you," said Ilona smiling broadly. "What would you like
as a reward for your great progress?"
How about letting me fuck you I thought to myself.
"Within reason, of course. Don't even think of getting into my panties."
I had forgotten that she was able to read my mind.
"Unless...," she paused, "Excuse me." She went to the bathroom and
returned holding a pair of panties in her hand. "How about these," she
asked with her hand out stretched to me holding a pair of panties. "I
know how you boys like to collect panties as trophies. Feel free to brag
to your buddies about getting into mine. Really, it will be true because
you are going to use them now to masturbate in to. So lets see you strip
and get to it."
Every time I did it in front of Ilona I got embarrassed. By now you would
think that I would be used to it. But somehow she always figured out some
button to push. "...strip and get to it." Just the way she said it showed
the extent of how in charge of me she was becoming.
I got undressed and began to masturbate. My left hand was stroking my
penis while my right hand held Ilona's panties.
"Aren't you going to smell them, Jeff. That's supposed to be half the
fun. Remember they are quite freshly removed from my vagina. My now
panty-less vagina, if you get the picture?"
As I lifted the panty to my nose, a picture of her naked vagina sprang
into my mind. I was hard and not far from coming. The damp full-bodied
aroma of her infused my nose and mind. I was now torn between breathing
it in and bringing it down to catch my ejaculate.
When I was spent I cleaned myself up and pocketed the panty like before.
I put my masturbation crutch back on. Ilona handed me the lock and I
clicked it back in place.
"Those are yours to keep. You really should tack them on the wall above
your bed," she was beaming. "Oh and you have done so well I am setting
your next prescription for seven to twelve days."
I did not wash Ilona's panties. When I got home I carefully opened them
up. I found the wet spot that had absorbed my cum and I carefully
isolated that part as a separate extension; like the way Florida extends
from the U.S. I then soaked and hand washed just that section. I wrapped
every thing except the extension in a plastic bag. I blow dried just that
bit. Then I wrapped it all carefully in the plastic bag. You get what I
am doing, yes? I was preserving Ilona's personal perfume, so to speak,
for future use. I get that this is a bit unusual. But not that unusual,
is it?
But I did like the idea she had given me. I had forgotten about
Stephanie's now washed and clean panties. I tacked those on the wall
above my bed. I would repay Stephanie, of course.
I relished the memory of breathing in the aroma Ilona's panties and
masturbating before her. And instead of masturbating the next day I
decided to stay locked up and relive the day before. My penis struggled
the best it could, but that merely added to the deliciousness. I was
reveling in the thought of her and my little play fantasy of that moment
and I fantasied that I was trapped in this cage until she said I could
get out. I stretched the fantasy out another day.
But the fantasy was starting to bump up against reality. I was getting
very very horny. Finally I could stand it no more and I got my key to
unlock myself.
You know that Ilona had changed the lock don't you? You knew before I
did, didn't you? No matter. The key I had would not unlock the lock. I
now found myself really really locked up in the caged chastity of my
masturbation crutch.
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