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?The girls asked me why you were always doing things for me, if we were ?just friends?

For years, I'd fantasized about being locked in a chastity belt. I never found a mistress to act as a key holder, though. Until one night of tequila, then it all changed.

 

I was drinking with a friend of mine named Angela. About halfway through our second bottle, she did the unthinkable, she took the unguided tour of my mind. That's how she found out about my fantasy.

 

I've wanted Angela since we first met. She's about average height, small build with curves in all the right places, red hair and beautiful blue eyes. She's kinky as hell. We have several common interests, and we both liked to try new things. Only one little problem, she had standards. That left me out.

 

Rather than one of us driving drunk, we decided that she should just crash at my place. I didn't remember talking about the chastity kink, until she came out of my bedroom for breakfast.

 

There it was in her hand, the Houdini. A houdini is nothing more that a handcuff with a stainless steel tube welded on. When it's worn, the penis goes inside the tube, and the balls are trapped between the tube and the cuff. Once it's on, it's will not come off without the key. Problem is, handcuff keys are easily had so I made a guard that consisted of a tube epoxied over the key hole. It has two holes that a padlock can be threaded through. As long as the padlock is there, the shackle blocks access to the main lock, making it impossible to remove.

 

"Good morning, hot stuff" She said as she sat it on the table.

"Morning, care for an omelet?"

"Sure."

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While I finished cooking, I tried to figure out how she found it. I guessed that it had come up in conversation last night, and I decided to take it out of the gun safe to show her.

 

It sat there on the table as we ate breakfast and nursed our hangovers. I didn't want to mention it and was content to wait her out.

 

When we were both finished eating she broke the ice.

"As drunk as you were when you told me about this, I was amazed you could get the safe open."

"How long did it take?"

"About ten minutes"

"Why did you bring it out this morning?"

"I have an idea, something that will turn your fantasy into reality. Interested?"

"I'm all ears."

"I've been thinking about this, for about half an hour before I came out. I won't put it on you, but I will lock the padlock and keep the key for you"

"For how long?"

"Until one of us gets bored" She laughed a bit. "Don't worry, I'll come over and let you out from time to time. No sex though, you'll have to jack off."

"How often" It sounded good so far, but I wanted to know how she'd decide to let me out.

"I thought one of us could roll a die to see how many weeks."

"Hmm, sounds like fun, for me, anyway. What do you get out of it?"

"Even though we're just friends, the thought of having you locked up, not able to cum unless I allow it turns me on" She smiled, and then added, "The game with the die is to make sure you get out in a reasonable time."

"Fair enough, when do you want to start?"

She smiled like the cat that ate the canary, which should have warned me. Maybe I ignored it because I was excited to finally have a key holder.

"Let's go to the store, and I'll buy a new lock. I want the only keys."

"Okay, let me take a shower, unless you want one first?"

"I took one last night before I came over, so you can go ahead. Jack off now, it might be awhile before you can." She laughed.

 

When we got back with the new lock, I put the houdini on. After I had adjusted right it was time for the padlock. As soon as she double-checked that the keys fit, she slipped the lock into the guard and clicked it shut.

"You won't be needing these any time soon," She grinned as she dropped the keys in her pocket. "Time to roll the die."

 

It took me a few minutes to find the ebony and gold leaf dice set that I made a few years ago. Once I did, I was nervous about rolling one, it might be six weeks before she let me out. But I knew I had too, it was the first chance I'd ever had, and maybe the last for a long time. I finally talked myself into it, and rolled a five.

Five weeks! The longest I'd ever been locked up was a week; I didn't think I could handle it for five. But tit was too late now.

"Poor baby," Angela said as soon as she could quit laughing. "Five long weeks, you'll be locked up in that cruel thing. God, just thinking about it gets me going."

 

The first week wasn't bad, except for the fact that at night I'd dream and my penis would try to get hard in it's metal prison. The pain from that would wake me up. After about 12 days, ,y brain stopped having those dreams so I could get a good nights sleep. About ten days into, the frustration was so bad, and my balls hurt so bad that I almost called her to beg my way out of the device. But after a couple more days the frustration died and I could almost forget it was there, until it shifted around on me.

 

After the time was up, she came over and let me out, and told me that I could stay out for a week, then if i wanted, it would be back into the houdini, then she left me to my own devices. I had the most powerful, intense orgasm after that. And when the week was up, I let her lock me back in.

 

We went on like that for a few months, and we both enjoyed ourselves, her more that I, until the Imp of the Perverse whispered in my ear.

 

We've all heard it, that voice that tells us to do something incredibly self-destructive and foolish. Once you hear it, the only way to appease the Imp, to make it shut up and go away, is to quite simply give in. It was two weeks before my next scheduled release; I was just barely able to wait until then.

 

After I was released and taken care of matters, I put the houdini back on and told her what the Imp of the Perverse had whispered in my ear.

"I've got an idea to change the game."

"Lay it on me, hot stuff"

"It's just a minor change, really. You roll the die, but don't tell me how much you roll."

"So, it'll be a surprise when you'll be getting out.?"

"Yes, exactly" I paused before jumping off the deep end, "I'm ready to skip the break also.

"That sounds like fun. Leave the room while I roll the die."

 

All that week, I wondered what I had done. I had no clue when I'd get out. I wanted to call her and beg her to at least tell me, but I was able to restrain myself. She called me Friday night, after almost a week of the torturous lack of knowledge.

 

"Hello, hot stuff." He said in a voice so sultry it could melt granite. "How are you holding up?"

"It's driving me nuts, not knowing when I'll be able to cum again"

"Well, I won't tell you, but if you are free, I'll buy you dinner tomorrow night."

 

I picked her up the next night, and she was stunning. Little black low cut dress, dark hose, four-inch stiletto boots, and right above her cleavage, hanging on a gold chain was the key.?

"Don't ask is tonight is the night." She said coldly. "If you do, the key stays right where it is and I roll the die again when I get back here. Understood?"

"Yes, Mistr-"

SLAP

"Don't ever call me that." She had never slapped me before, I didn't mind though.

"Okay, Angela"

 

We enjoyed a very nice Italian meal and some fine wine. Conversation was pleasant, but entirely normal. After dinner I dropped her off.

"Maybe I'll let you out next week." She said with that damned cat like grin and a very sadistic laugh.

 

Two weeks later, three weeks after we changed the game, she came over.

"I've got a change you are going to love." Angela said as soon as I opened the door. She was just in jeans and T-shirt, but there the key was.

"What might that be?" Something told me that she would enjoy this a lot more than I would, but I was interested anyway.

"I'm going to tie you to the bed, spread-eagle, and take the cage off. Then I'll untie one arm and let you jack off. How does that sound?"

"Great." Funny, before that fateful night, the best I could hope for was a hug and a peck on the cheek, now she was going to tie me up.

 

After I stripped and was tied to the bed, she took off the houdini and released my right arm.

"Call me when you are done"

Because it had been three weeks since I'd come, I knew that I would be ready to go very fast if I wasn't careful, so I took my time, wanting to make this last. After I finally came, I called her.

She came in and tied my right arm back up. Then she cleaned me up and locked me back into the houdini.

"I just started watching a movie, I'll be back to untie you when it's over. Is that all right with you?"

"I don't see how I can object." I wondered what had gotten into to her.

"Right." She laughed that sadistic laugh of hers, "I'll see you in a few hours. It's "Fellowship of the Ring"

 

Before she left the room, she pulled off her T-shirt to reveal a very nice light blue lace bra, and threw it over the clock. She also pulled the door closed so I couldn't hear the movie. Without the clock or movie sound, I had no reference point for time.

 

As I lay there, waiting for her to come back, I realized that I had created a monster. I no longer really had a choice whether or not to continue this. I also realized that this was something very close to what I had dreamed of for so long. I would sit back and enjoy the ride, as if I had a choice.

 

Time seemed to drag on fore ever until she came back.

"Did you miss me, hot stuff?"

"Yes, Angela."

"Good." She grabbed her shirt and put it on before she started to untie me.

"Did you enjoy the movie? I have the other two."

"I know, and I can't wait until the next time you get out. I'm going to watch the next one."

 

After calling me to tease me, getting me worked up just to laugh and how helpless I was, for four weeks, she had me tied to my bed again.

 

This time I decided to not to call her as soon as I was finished, and to try to get off a second time. That was a mistake.

 

She must have thought I was taking too long because she came to check on me. And it was obvious from the mess what I was trying to do.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing, shit head?" Angela's eyes burned with a cold blue flame when she said it. "Do you want to end this?"

"No, Angela." I was a little scared of where this would go, but the Imp of the Perverse wouldn't let me call it off.

"Good, lets get you locked back up."

Despite my fear, or maybe because of it, I had a raging hard on after she tied my arm back up. She had to put ice on it so she could get the houdini back on.

 

This time she didn't take of her shirt, but she did turn the clock around before she went back to the movie. I knew I'd about three hours before she came back. I spent that time contemplating my fate and cursing tequila. I now knew she was in complete control, as scared as I was, I loved it that way too. I also realized that I was starting to love her.

Was it because of this game? Or, would I have started to fall eventually?

I knew I would have to tell her, but tonight was not the night.

 

After she released me, she said we needed to talk.

"From now on, the only way you'll be unlocked is when you are tied to the bed. Just like we've done it the past two times. Unless, that is, you want to end our game. But keep in mind, once you end it, there is no going back. Understand?"

"Yes" I wanted to call her 'mistress' but not after last time. I didn't mind being slapped, in fact I liked it, but I didn't want to piss her off any more.

"If you ever do that again, I'll use icy-hot for lube when I put the houdini device back on you. Plus, I'll wait two weeks before I even roll the die."

That meant I could be locked up for as much as 2 months, I had never gone more than five weeks. I didn't think I could handle it for that long.

 

Next Saturday, we went out for dinner, and some crappy horror movie. After the movie, we went out for drinks. After a couple of pints, I decided to tell her that I thought I was falling for her.

"I have feeling for you too, Mark. But, not the same type"

She looked ravishing this evening. Black low cut blouse, tight black pants and high-heeled boots. Her long red hair hung free, making her face appear to be framed in fire. Of course, the key was around her neck.

"What type then?" I knew I wasn't going to like this.

"After you suggested that I not tell you when you are getting out, I realized that I had a good deal of power over you. I started to do some research and found some interesting stories. I've come to want you," She paused for a drink. "for my slave"

"And if I don't want to be your slave?"

"It was really too late for you when you let me keep you locked up." She paused to let it sink in.

"After you tried to cum an extra time, I e-mailed a copy of your address book to myself, as well as a copy of your bookmarks, even the kinky ones. If you try to back out now, I'll send copies of your book marks and those pictures I talked you into taking."

A few weeks ago, she took several pictures of me in the cage and nothing else.

She laughed at the look on my face. "I wish I had a camera, so I could see that look anytime I wanted."

I was stunned. I couldn't think. Finally, when I could make my mouth work, "Angela, you can't do this to me."

"Yes, I can slave" She smiled like the cat that ate the canary. "And I am."

"Would you have let me out last week, if I had wanted to end it"

"Maybe". I don't know which would be worse, knowing that I could have really gotten myself out of it, or not knowing. I think I'm glad she didn't really answer me.

 

We sat there in silence while we finished our drinks, then went to her place. She told me to strip and wait in the living room? while she changed. When she came back she was wearing a black lace teddy, but the key was no where to be found.

 

"I don't want you to talk tonight," she said sternly. "From now on, you will be nude every time you are here, or when I am with you at you place. You will not use the furniture here or at home when I am there."

I almost argued, told her that she couldn't tell me what to do in my own home, but I thought better of it.

"You are going to give me a massage, when I dismiss you, you will get dressed and leave without speaking."

 

A half hour later, after she dismissed me, I went straight to the bar to cerebrate over my predicament.

I knew i was stuck, there was no way I wanted my mother and the few people I actually claimed as friends to see those pictures or those links. My only hope was that she was bluffing. I didn't think she was, but yesterday, I didn't think she was capable of blackmail either.

 

As soon as I got home, I checked the sent messages folder on my computer. The message was there. She easily could have done it without leaving a trace, she obviously wanted me to find it, so I would know that i was completely at her mercy.

 

Two weeks later, she called me and told me to be naked and have my front door unlocked, she'd be there in ten minutes. When she walked through the door, I dropped to my knees and bowed my head.

"Good boy," she walked over and patted me on the head. "But you don't have to bow your head."

I looked up as she removed her coat. She was wearing a black tank top, tight black slacks tucked into beautiful black boots. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail showing off her neck, and of course, the key.

 

As usual, she tied me to the bed and took off the Houdini. But she didn't untie my hand, instead she squirted a bit of lotion on her hand and started to give me a hand job. Since it was the first time in months I'd felt a woman's touch, and the first time in three weeks I'd felt anything, I didn't last long before I came.

 

"Too bad you couldn't last any longer that that. Who knows when I'll let you out, again. I may not even roll the dice anymore. I might just let you out when I feel like it," she smiled cruelly, "if I feel like it."

 

After she cleaned me up, and locked me back up, she turned the clock around where I couldn't see it.

"I'm going to watch a movie", she said as she pulled the door closed behind her.

I knew she what she was going to watch, and knew I'd be here about four hours, so I decided to get some sleep. It was either that or let my imagination run wild.

 

I woke up to the sight of Angela taking more pictures of me.

"Good morning, sleepy head. I'll untie you as soon as I e-mail these to myself."

DAMN! Now she had more blackmail material.

"Thanks for leaving that e-mail from you boss, now I can add his address to my list"

Oh shit! Now my job could be at risk. She was truly in control.

After she released me, she told me to come to her house tomorrow, she had a couple of leaky faucets she needed me to fix.

 

She knew that even if she were not in charge of my cock, or blackmailing me, I would have gladly done it. I guess that's why she chose that as my first chore. The first of many. She even had me do household chores while one or two of her girlfriends were there, fortunately she let me stay clothed then.

 

Until the night she was over at my place, giving me my first release in a month. When she untied me, after an incredible hand job, she told me that she would be hosting a small party next week, and that I would be serving drinks. She provided me with a list of drinks and a recipe guide.

"Learn these, it'll make us both look bad if you have to keep looking things up. Don't make me look bad, if you want that cage to come off before Halloween."

It was a fourth of July party, I knew I couldn't go that long, five weeks was bad enough. Not to mention the prostate damage that would occur, from every thing I've read,? a guy needs to ejaculate at least every sixty days, but most sources say thirty.

"Will I need to bring anything with me?"

"I plan to have everything, but I may need you to get something, call before you leave."

For the next week, I memorized those drinks, there were only four, one of the was Angela's favorite. Hopefully, that meant that there would only be the five of us.

 

Before I left, I called Angela to see if she needed anything, and asked her what I should wear.

"Get ice. It doesn't matter what you wear."

I made it there before any of the guests and got the bar set up.

 

Apparently this was a pool party, Angela was wearing a bikini with a dark blue wrap around her waist. Being a redhead, she didn't tan, so the red hair, blue bikini and whait skin made a very erotic and patriotic display for the day.

"This party is going to be so much fun, for us girls anyway" She laughed that sadistic laugh I hated so much. "Jessica, Susan and Liz are coming. You remember them?"

"Yes, I do." Susan and Liz were fairly attractive brunettes, and had been lovers for several years. Jessica was another redhead, who had turned down a career as a model, to become a pediatrician.

When I first met Jessica, she flirted with me a bit after she found out that Angela and were just friends, that was just before Angela made me her slave.?

 

 

?The girls asked me why you were always doing things for me, if we were ?just friends?. Don?t worry, I didn?t tell them.? That damned feline grin came again. ?We are going to show them.? She laughed at the look on my face.

?Please don?t make me show them, Angela.? I even dropped to my knees to beg.

?Well, I promised I?d show them why you were so helpful around here, but if you want to make me look bad?? She had the cruelest look on her face that I?d ever seen, I knew that if I refused to show them she would make good on her threat.

?I don?t want to make you look bad in front of your friends. I?ll show them?

?Good. When they get here and every one has their drinks, you will excuse yourself and go to my bedroom. You will put your boots in the corner, and your clothes in the chest at the foot of my bed, then lock it.?

?Yes, Angela? I didn?t like it, but what choice did I have. ?Will I be able to drink??

?Yes, of course. I?ve stocked the bar fridge with Guinness for you.?

 

Just then the doorbell rang; it was Sandra and Liz. Both were wearing bikinis and wraps. Sandra wore white, and Liz wore purple. I had never seen either of them in anything that showed off their bodies, but now I could see that while neither was curvy, they did have figures that would draw a second look in any bar. They had matching tattoos in the small of her back, at least what wasn?t hidden by the wraps matched.

 

As soon as I got their drinks poured, Jessica showed up wearing an emerald green one piece that showed off her ample breast and round ass. She wasn?t wearing a wrap like the others, and for the first time I noticed how incredible her legs were. Her long, fiery red hair was put up in a ponytail, showing off her freckled shoulders and neck.

 

By the time I poured her drink, scotch and water, the one I didn?t have to look up, she had taken off her sunglasses. As I handed her the drink, I noticed how closely the suit matched her eyes. I almost cursed her for being so beautiful, because I was trying to get hard inside my cage.

 

It was time for me to strip, so I excused myself. As I was locking the chest, I both thanked the gods for fulfilling my fantasy, and cursed them for taking it so far.

I knew it would be difficult to function with my cock locked up as it was. Three attractive women, and one beautiful woman whose merest whim would have distracted Sir Percival from his quest for the castle of the Fisher King and the wondrous Holy Grail. And I would be naked in front of them, absolutely powerless to even get dressed.

 

Angela must have heard me open the door.

?Ladies,? She started her explanation. ?You asked me why Mark does my bidding. It?s because I have this.? She held up the key. ?Mark will show you what it opens. Won?t you, Mark??

?Yes, Angela. I?d be glad to.? I lied. I walked over to Sandra and Liz. I saw nothing but amusement in their eyes while they gave it a cursory look. I walked over to Jessica when they were done.

?Angela,? She said in a silky voice. ?I want to touch the cage, may I??

I did not like this at all, I knew that Angela would let her, and if she did touch me, I?d try to get hard, something that was painful.

?Be my guest, Jessica?

?Thank you.? Jessica reached out, felt the cage, inspected it, saw that it would not come off with out the key, unless I could pick the lock, of course that was right out, Angela and I picked one out that could not be picked. I tried that before she pulled that blackmail shit on me.

Jessica started stroking the tube. ?Poor baby, I bet you wish you could feel that? I did, and I was trying to get hard. To make matters worse, she slipped one finger off of the tube, and stroked my balls, if I hadn?t cum just last week, I?d probably have been leaking down there from the stimulation.

She looked up at me as I winced at the pain, and I looked into her eyes and saw there a curious mix of animal lust, pity and evil sadism.

?I wish I had a boy like this, Angela.? She said as she drained the last of her scotch. ?Get me another, Mark.?

After I got it, and checked on every one else, I grabbed me a beer, and sat down next to Angela?s chair. She was kind enough to buy me a cushion to sit on, it was really a doggie bed, but I didn?t mind. Besides, it was kind of nice to be thought of as a pet.

But of course, I could never tell Angela that, or she?d have me eating and drinking from doggie bowls, maybe even at the end of a leash, for late night walks.

 

?Angela, I?m curios to know how you two came to this unique arrangement??

?Well, Jessica, it all started with tequila.? Angela started to pet the top of my head, and told the story, including the revelation that she had stopped rolling the dice months ago. But she left out the blackmail.

I thought she had quit rolling the dice just after I told her I didn?t want to know the results. Probability dictated that she should have rolled ones, twos, fives, and sixes not just threes and fours. I wonder if she was planning on that change before I mentioned it. If she had, she was likely planning the blackmail and enslavement at least that far back. I wonder if she was planning it when she started that game.

 

The story of my enslavement must have interested Sandra.

?How often do you let him out, now that you don?t roll the die??

?Whenever I feel like it, usually every three weeks, sometimes four.?

?Does he get to have sex?? It was Liz?s turn. ?Or do you just give him a hand job??

?I won?t sleep with him, but I do give him a hand job. While he?s tied down, of course, we don?t want him to struggle while I?m putting it back on.? She laughed. ?Not that he would. Right, boy??

?Right, Angela?

?What if he decides he doesn?t want to play any more??

Angela laughed cruelly, ?It?s not really up to him, Jessica. But he wouldn?t have it any other way. Would you, boy??

?No, Angela? I only half lied this time, this would have been great, without the blackmail, and with occasional sex.

?How long has it been since you let him out??

?A week. If he?s good, I?ll let him out tonight.?

?If you don?t mind, I?d like to watch?

?Sure, Jessica, you can watch.?

 

Great, if I was good, this goddess incarnate would watch me be tied down and get a hand job from Angela. If I weren?t then I wouldn?t get out for three months. I decided to be good, and accept the lesser of the two evils.?

 

Conversation turned to more mundane topics, and after a few more rounds, they decided to go swimming.

 

When Sandra and Liz took of their wraps, I could see the rest of their tattoos, matching Medusa heads, mostly green, but the snakes were black, and the blood red eyes matched the drops on the chin. Something told me that I never wanted to be in their clutches.

 

?Angela, before we go out side, we need to put on some sunscreen? Jessica said as she dug a bottle out of her bag.

?Yes, Doctor?

 

As they rubbed each other down, I excused myself and went to the master bath to get some beach towels. After I sat them down on one of the chairs; I sat down on the edge of the pool.

 

?Mark, why don?t you come swing with us?? Jessica asked as she swam over to me.

?I don?t want to get the chlorinated water in the lock, it does bad things to stainless steel. I don?t want it rusting shut.

?Good thinking, it would suck to not be able to get you out of that thing.?

 

After they had swam for about an hour, they decided to go back inside. When Angela came out of the pool, instead of just handing her the towel, I dried her off myself.

?Good boy.? She cooed as she patted my head.

Sandra and Liz, or the Gorgons, as I now thought of them, chose to dry each other off. Jessica asked me to wait a few minutes and told the other to go on in.

 

She came out of the pool a few minutes after they went in. She spoke quietly while I dried her off.

?Between us, are you really satisfied with this, no sex, just hand jobs? Be honest, I won?t tell her?

?Honestly, I would like some once in while. But I must accept this as the will of the fates.?

?How stoic of you. Epictetus, the Stoic philosopher, was a slave, wasn?t he??

?Yes, but I don?t think he was locked up like I am.? I said with a smile.

She laughed a bit then smiled seductively, ?I wish you were mine. If you were, you?d have a lot more than hand jobs to look forward to. Would you like to be mine, Mark??

?It is mine to serve, not to choose whom I serve.? The only safe answer that was honest.

?Good answer. I don?t think I could talk Angela out of you.? She patted me on the head and suggested we go in.

?Yes, ma?am?

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After I took care of every ones drinks, Liz complained of a sore back. I offered to give her a massage. When I was through, the rest of the ladies wanted one also. Angela, being a good host, waited until last.

 

?That was nice, boy. Keep it up, and Jessica might just get a show tonight.?

As much as I hated the thought of the Goddess watching Angela give me a hand job, I defiantly did not want to wait as long as she had threatened. I had no idea if she would actually make me wait that long, but I did not want to find out.

 

I was starting to fall for Angela until she started blackmailing me. Now I was starting to think that if I could end this, I would be happy to part ways with her. I didn?t know if this sentiment was because of the blackmail, or the obvious chemistry between Jessica and I. Where could things go, if I had my liberty? Would she even be interested? Probably not. A smart, beautiful woman like her could easily do better than me.

 

Angela chose to cook, corndogs and fries. Then she did something that was slightly humiliating, given the situation, she fed me by hand as I sat on the doggie bed. In other circumstances, I enjoyed that, but not with me naked, sitting next to her like a dog, or maybe that turned me on, but the ladies watching were the problem.

 

Later after every one was buzzed, and I had started giving foot rubs, every thing changed.

?Angela, we have a few small chores at the house, could we borrow Mark tomorrow??

?Yes, but if he?s good he?ll get out tonight, if not he won?t get out until Halloween. Either way, I?m not giving you the key?

?That?s okay, we won?t be needing it.? The Gorgons laughed. ?We might want to tie him up and beat him, if that?s okay??

?That?s between you and him, but let me know if he disappoints you.?

Some how I knew that meant that I should let them do whatever they wanted. I just hoped their parents taught them not to break their toys.

?Thank you, Angela.? Liz said. ?If you?ll give him out number in the morning, we?ll give him directions.?

?You?re welcome.? Angela was ever the gracious host. ?Jessica, if you want to borrow him, you can. Anytime.?

?I might just take you up on that, Angela.?

The Gorgons asking to borrow me like a shovel was bad enough, but Jessica wanting to do so was just too much. But like I told Jessica ?It is mine to serve.?

 

After we watched a horrible romantic comedy, the Gorgons went home with a reminder for me to call them in the morning. Then it was time for me to find out what my reward for the evening was to be. Angela ordered me into the guest bedroom.

 

Jessica helped her tie me to the bed. She seemed to know what she was doing, even better than Angela did.

?You were very good today, boy. I?m going to let you get out and give you a hand job?

She put some lotion in her hand and proceeded to give me a frustrating hand job. Every time I would get close to coming, she would slow down so I couldn?t get off. Then she stopped.

?Poor baby,? Angela said with a cruel look on her face. ?You thought I was going to get you off, didn?t you.? Both she and Jessica laughed.

?Jessica, let?s go have some more drinks.?

As they walked out the door, hand in hand, Angela turned around and said, ?If I remember, I?ll come get you off, if not I?ll lock you up in the morning. Either way, you?ll be tied up until morning.?

 

This was a new side of her, I wasn?t sure if I liked it, after all I didn?t really like the blackmail thing, but at least she was keeping me guessing.

I wasn?t sure what the Gorgons had in mind for me, either. Whatever it was, I didn?t have a much of a choice. At least I would feel the sting of the lash again.

 

I don?t know how long I laid there, but they came back eventually, a good deal more lubricated than when they left, and Angela finished me off quickly. After she cleaned me up, she relocked me and they went to bed.

 

I was awakened in the middle of the night by nails lightly scratching my chest. I opened my eyes, and even though the lights were off, there was plenty of moonlight streaming in through the window.

In the pale moonlight Jessica?s alabaster skin seemed to be made of silver. She was as a silver statue of a goddess.

?Sorry to wake you, Mark? She said as she laid down beside me.

?I don?t mind. It?s not every day that I get to speak to a goddess incarnate.?

?Don?t flatter me, Mark?

?Flattery is false praise, Jessica. I never flatter a woman.?

 

We talked about our various hobbies, and interests. Eventually she asked me about life under the lock.

?It gets pretty frustrating, especially about ten days after I get to come. My balls start to hurt, and all I can think about is getting this damned thing off, but that urge passes, and I?m fine for a while longer. At first, tried to get erections in my sleep, it made it hard to get any rest. After a couple of weeks, that stopped though.

 

?She told me about the blackmail. You really meant it, when you said ?it is mine to serve, not mine to choose whom I serve. You are truly at her mercy.?

?Yes, I am? I decided to come clean with her about how I felt about the blackmail. Something I?d never do with Angela.

?I?m going to tell you something I?ve never told anyone. Can I trust you??

She nodded.

?For years, I fantasized about being blackmailed into something like this. But it was best left a fantasy. Maybe, is she had feelings for me? Did she tell you that I told her that I was falling for her??

?No. When did you tell her??

?About two minutes before she sprang the blackmail shit on me.?

?That?s harsh. Still love her??

?No, but since I?m stuck, I?ll enjoy it the best I can. ?Ducunt fata volentum, nolentum truhunt.? At least, that?s what I told myself until the Gorgons asked to borrow me like I was a shovel or something.?

Jessica laughed. ?Let me guess, you call Sandra and Liz Gorgons because of those cute Medusa tattoos.?

?Yes, don?t tell them. I don?t think they?d appreciate it.?

?If I had one of those, would you call me a Gorgon??

?No, you would still be a goddess, maybe Freya.?

?Not Venus??

?You are too pretty for Venus.?

?You?re secrets are safe with me, if you tell me what you said. My Latin is a bit rusty.?

?He who is willing the fates guide, he who is not, they drag.?

?More stoicism. Did you mind when Angela offered you to me??

?That would be the fates guiding. But I was embarrassed when you watched Angela jack me off. My compliments on the rope work, though. Where did you learn??

?Thank you. When I was pre-med, I did some modeling for a bondage photographer. Paid for my room and board, my books and gave me a hell of a lot of spending money.?

?What would your patients parents think if they knew??

?I actually had one recognize me, she wanted me to autograph a magazine I was in.?

?That?s funny.?

?I should let you get some sleep. Good night.? She patted my cage and gave me a deep passionate kiss.

As she was walking out of the room, I had to know something. ?Freya, do you have one??

?Have what??

?A Medusa tattoo.?

She didn?t answer with words, but simply picked up her shirt so I could see the clean white skin above her white thong.

 

In the morning, after breakfast, which Angela let me eat my self, I called the Gorgons to get directions. Then I got my clothes from Angela and left.

 

After I finished up the small chores that they had, they had me strip and go into the second bedroom that they had converted into a serviceable dungeon. It was time for a fairly intense play session. It was a good thing I didn?t have to work the next day. My ass was so sore from the cane that I couldn?t set down the next day.

 

Next Friday, Angela called me and told me that I was Jessica?s for the weekend, at that I had better make her happy. Shortly after that, Jessica, called and told me that I didn?t need to bring any tools, and gave me directions to her home in the country.

 

When I rang the doorbell, Jessica answered wearing a black satin robe. As soon as I was inside and she had the door closed, I dropped to my knees and bowed my head.

?You look so cute on your knees for me.? She reached down and lifted my chin. ?But you don?t have to kneel for me, unless you want to, that is.? She knelt down and gave me a kiss, just a peck. ?Get up.?

?Thank you, Jessica.? I was glad she let me get up so quick, the tile was not very comfortable to kneel on.

?What do you have for me to do??

?Nothing too hard.? Tonight, you will give me a full body massage. Then bath me. Unless that will be too frustrating for you.?

?I?d be glad to, Jessica.?

?Good. I was going to let you out of that cage, after I tied you up, of course. But Angela didn?t want want you getting off so soon. I?m sorry, but you must suffer for me.?

?I do not mind suffering for you, Jessica.? I knew it would be a painful weekend, but I wanted to be near her. ?Or should I call you Freya??

?In private I like it, but I?ll leave it up to you. But never in front of others, unless I give you leave.?

?Thank you, Freya.?

?Strip and give me your clothes. I?ll lock them up, you?ll get them back when you leave.?

 

We had a long talk about nothing in particular, before she decided it was time for her massage. She took off the robe to reveal a matching black bra and panty set. I instantly tried to get hard.

 

I worked in silence, before she asked me to draw her bath. As I was bathing her, I had to run through all sorts of dry knowledge in order to distract myself, every thing from Newton?s laws of motion to how to make sealing wax and mead. It didn?t work.

 

?Mark, I?m going to ask you to let me something for me. Feel free to say no, Angela won?t hear about it. Will you let me tie you up tomorrow??

?Of course, I will, Freya.?

?Good. It?s been a long time since I got to tie anyone up.?

?It is truly a pleasure to serve you in any way you desire. Locked up or not.? I meant it. I was starting to think that she might be the woman of my dreams.

?I really wish I could let you out.? She said, as she caressed my cheek.

 

It was bizarre, if it weren?t for Angela and that wonderful cage, we never would have met. But it was Angela and that damned cage that was keeping us apart. Even though I had met her just before Angela made me her slave, I had been locked up for quite some time before then.

 

?I had planned on making you sleep chained to the foot of my bed, but if it won?t be too painful, you can sleep next to me in bed.?

?I?ll take the floor. I don?t think I could stand to sleep next to a woman as beautiful as you right now.? I thought for a bit, before adding, ?I couldn?t sleep anyway.?

She laughed. ?Okay. I know what you mean.?

 

After her bath, I dried her off and helped her into her bathrobe. She let me use the bathroom before she led me to her bedroom.

 

She had prepared a pallet of blankets for me to curl up on, and chained a leather collar to the footboard. The heavy chain was secured on both ends with padlocks.

?Lay down.? She pointed to the pallet. After I did, she picked up the collar. ?Once this is on, it?s not coming off until morning.?

I said nothing as she locked it on.

 

I spent some time trying to get comfortable and more importantly, trying to forget that less than a foot from me slept a naked goddess.

 

The next day, she handed me my clothes, and we went out to breakfast. She also had me wash her car for her. We also went to the hardware store and bought a few rolls of manila rope. Once we got back to her home, she had me strip again.

 

?I?m going to tie you up in several positions, some of them will be easy, and some won?t. If you can?t handle one, say mercy. That?s your safe word; say mercy and I?ll let you out as quick as I can. Do you understand??

?Yes, Freya. I understand, mercy is the safe word.?

 

We?ll start off with a nice easy karada, or body harness.? Put your hands behind your back. She tied my arms behind back, wrist to elbow, then took a long piece of rope, and tied a small loop in the middle. The loop went behind my neck; the ends of the rope came around it. She tied the rope together, about halfway between my throat and my nipples. She tied then again between my nipples and my belly button, and then right above my crotch. She then ran the rope between my legs, and wrapped them around my body, threading the ends through the ropes in front. The general effect was to create a diamond pattern of very tight rope.

?Did you know that the Japanese developed nawa shibari as a form of torture for captured prisoners??

?No. But I can see why.?

?Too much for you??

?No. I can handle this.?

?Good.? She laid a deep wet kiss on me. ?You can stay like this for awhile.?

 

For the next several hours, she tied different positions. Some of them were traditional; some were her invention. All of them were stringent, but I didn?t have to use my safe word. The last one was by far the most enjoyable. She used to rope to simulate a straight jacket.

 

She kept me in that rope straight jacket while we watched a movie on TV. During the commercials, it was pretty much a teenage make out session. Very frustrating, but I was not going to ask her to stop.

 

?Mark, thanks for letting me tie you up tonight.? She said as she was untying me. ?Maybe someday, I?ll let you tie me up, if you?d like to.?

?You?re welcome. And I would like to tie you up sometime.?

?Do you want to spend the night here, at the foot of my bed, or go home.?

?If you?ll let me cook you breakfast, I?ll stay here.?

?Deal?

It was two weeks after that before Angela let me have any release. And life was good, relatively speaking, most of the time. Except when she loaned me to the Gorgons.

 

When he Gorgons borrowed me, I could expect hard whipping and caning. Sandra, who was a vet, told me what they wanted to do to me.

?If you were ours, I would neuter you, pierce your dick and put one of those tubes that is held on with a piercing. Of course, we?d put loc-tite on the threads, so it?d never come off. Your life would be nothing but serving and suffering.?

 

When Jessica had me, it was bliss. We took turns tying each other up, giving each other massages. And from time to time, if I were not too sore from the Gorgons, she would give me a light spanking or flogging. She wouldn?t let me spank her, except for her birthday. She told me that if she every got they key, that she would have sex with me instead of the hand jobs I?d been used to. But Angela would never give her the key.

 

It all changed around Christmas. Angela and I went out for dinner, like we used to. Over drinks, after the meal, she dropped the bomb.

?I?m engaged.? She said it just like that, right out of the blue. I didn?t know what would happen next, but I didn?t think it would be good.

?I?ve thought a good deal about what I should do with you.? I can?t keep you. Imagine explaining that to him after we are married. I can?t let you go and risk you running to the cops. I did come up with a solution, though. It?s perfect for me; it keeps you under lock and key, and me safe from the law. Read this? She handed me a sheet of paper that she dug out of her purse.

 

?For Sale: One chaste blackmailed slave. Good all around handyman and masseur. Every girl should have one. Price buys all keys and evidence. $10,000 OBO.

 

She laughed when I read it.

?You can?t do this, Angela.? I would risk my job and my friends and my friends finding out. Mom was safe, she had changed internet providers a couple of months ago, I was careful to make sure Angela never found out.

?I already have.? She laughed again. ?In case you think you can handle the consequences of my evidence, don?t. A few weeks ago, I planted some evidence on your computer.?

?What sort of evidence?? I didn?t really want to know, but I needed to.

?Some rather disgusting animal porn, a snuff film, blueprints of a few bridges, including demolition plans.?

That wouldn?t have been a big deal, I had my computer set up so all web access went through a anonymous proxy server, so it couldn?t be traced that way. All I had to do was wipe the files. I had a program for that that was developed to comply with Department Of Defense regulations, meaning it would take a literal act of God to recover once it was done. It wrote over the sectors of the hard drive that were used by the file with random data, several times, then deleted what was left.

?By all means, find the files, and remove all traces, I know you can do that. It won?t help you. I made an image of the hard drive.?

Shit. She had made an exact duplicate of the hard drive.

?Why not just let me go, Angela??

?Where?s the fun in that??

?I won?t tell anyone.?

?I know you won?t. Because, I?m keeping a copy of the image, just in case your new owner lets you go. If you do file charges, who do you think they will believe, a U.S. Attorney on the fast track, or you? After all, your little story is so ridiculous, that I barely believe it, and I?ve been living it with you.

?When that image shows up anonymously, you?ll stand a good chance of winding up in Gitmo. If not, your life will still be ruined.?

?Who did you sell me to?? There was no use fighting, might as well accept my fate.

?I?m entertaining a few offers. You?ll receive a call from your new owner by Friday. She?ll use the phrase ?rabble rouser? to identify herself. Once that happens you?ll no longer be under my control.?

 

Five days to worry about my fate. Would my new owner be a stranger? In some ways, that would better than the Gorgons. Would I ever see Jessica again?

Thursday night, Jessica called me. She told me she was upgrading her home computer, but since the old hard drive had patient records on it, she had to sanitize the drive before she disposed of it. She wanted me to come over and do it. I was glad to; it might be the last time I ever got to see her.

 

When I arrived, I stripped out or habit, and handed her my folded clothes. I then dropped to my knees and bowed my head, just I had always done. She patted my head, bade me to rise and kissed me.

 

While I was hooking up the hard drive, she went out side and started a fire in her outdoor fire place, really it was a hole about three foot in diameter with a trench that faced the prevailing winds.? Once I started the program to wipe the files, I joined her.

 

?This may be the last time we see each other.? I decided to get it out now, so we could make the best of things. ?Angela has sold me.?

Jessica?s response was two simple stunning words ?Rabble rouser.?

I dropped to my knees, bowed my head and said, ?My Queen.?

?You may rise?

She picked a box up off of the table, removed a flash drive, and handed me the box, after telling me not to open it.

?This flash drive has all the pictures and bookmarks, the only copies. I wiped the originals myself. That drive you are wiping is the hard drive image.

?Don?t worry about Angela?s copy. When she posted that message trying to sell you, she was dumb enough to do it from her own computer, no anonymous proxies. That will lock up your story and ruin her life. I pointed that out and she gave me the original image, not a copy. As for this flash drive?? She tossed it into the fire.

?Jessica, can we continue this inside. That?s going to put off really toxic smoke.?

?You?re right. I was trying to be dramatic. If I had thought about the smoke, I?d have smashed it with a hammer. Bring the box.?

 

?Once we got back inside, and we sat down with some coffee. I had to know something.

?If you spent ten grand for this stuff, why did you destroy it??

?It was only six, the Gorgons bid five, and all I had to do was beat them. No one else that saw the ad took her seriously.

?I wanted to have you for myself, but not because you had to. I want you to want to be mine. Open the box.?

?Thank you.? I opened the box to find a gold chain, and the key to my freedom.

?If you want out, go ahead and unlock yourself. We can try a vanilla relationship. If you want to be my chaste servant, hand over the key. Think carefully, this moment shapes the rest of your life. No matter what you choose, there will be no going back.?

I considered my options, and then realized I had only one.

I stood up, dropped to my knees, bowed my head, held out the box and said, ?Freya, my Goddess, My Queen, in this world and the next, until time is no more, I am your humble servant.?

 

A year later, we were married. My wife still keeps the key around her neck.

 

 

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