Guess who? - The last to arrive

I must have been more tired than I thought. I hadn't realised I'd slept in so late but it had been a long day the night before.

It was just laying there by the bedside table. I only saw it after I had come out of the shower having freshened up. It shocked me - was it placed there while I was in the bathroom, or did someone walk in earlier in the morning while I was sleeping?

Either way, I wasn't sure what to do. It was obviously left the for me to put on but I had no idea what was happening. I didn't know if I should ask someone first or say anything. I looked at it again. And then I put it on.

The chastity device fit me just nice, almost as if it was tailor made for me. But obviously it couldn't have been. My two hosts didn't even know until yesterday afternoon that I needed a room for the night. In fact, I wouldn't even have contacted them if I had a choice but I missed my flight, and the next available one was 24 hours later.

Stranded, and a bit broke from all the traveling I had done, I did the one thing I had told myself not to do when I flew into this city - call on my ex-boyfriend and his current fiance. We'd not seen each other since we broke up a while back, although we still exchange the customary birthday and Christmas greeting via text.

But desperate time calls for desperate measures and barely a couple of hours after my flight had left without me, I showed up at his door - backpack in tow - after he kindly offered me a room for the night when I called him.

The evening went by relatively quick - by the time I had showered and settled into the guestroom, it was already dinner time. We went out to grab a bite (their treat!), had a couple of glasses of wine and then I retired to bed early.

--

I was just about to doze off when my phone buzzed. It was a picture message, except that the picture was of me. In a daze, I looked at it again and realised that it was a screen capture from one of my profiles on those dating (hook-up?) apps. The message was from my ex.

"Leather?" his next message read. Oh crap, I had logged on earlier to just check messages so I must have popped up pretty close when he logged on to his.

My profile is usually a little more out there and brazen when I'm traveling, and it didn't occur to me to change it. Other than him, I didn't know anyone else in this city and god knows I didn't have any plans of getting in touch with him.

So, anyway, busted.

"How is it possible that we dated without me knowing that you were this kinky fucker?" he asked in another text.

If only he knew.

"Still water runs deep," I replied. I'm never going to hear the end of this.

Then another picture came in. It was obviously him even with the head cropped out - I've seen that naked body many times - but something else caught my eye. He was wearing a Holy Trainer.

"What the fuck?" I asked, now sitting up. He's kinky?

Apparently so.

--

I put my trousers over the chastity device. I'm not sure what made me so brazen as to not wear any underwear but just seeing that device lying there waiting for me got my heart pumping. I was still unsure what was happening, the last thing my ex and I talked about before saying good night and finally sleeping was that he and his partner were in a monogamous relationship.

This all felt very weird but oddly arousing. I walked out of the room and went to the kitchen. The fiance was sitting there having breakfast while reading the newspaper. He looked up, smiled at me and said that there was some food for me in the oven. He's sent my ex out on an errand but he'll be back later.

It was rather awkward once I sat down to eat. Was it my ex who left the device on the table for me and if so, should I tell the fiance about it? Were they in on it together? What is going on?

The conversation was cordial - we don't know each other very well - and he was quite focused on the newspaper.

So, I took my phone out and started checking messages and emails.

"Looking for hookups today?" he asked out of the blue.

I looked up at him and blushed. He knew.

"Oh, don't act so coy. I know about the conversation between the two of you last night. The thing is, he doesn't know I know."

I was gobsmacked. No words were coming out of my mouth. I only blushed more.

"He shouldn't even have been on the app to be honest. He doesn't get to choose when he has sex or if we invite anyone back. That's all up to me. I'm also surprised that he sent you pictures of him in those predicaments. As far as I know, the two of you never spoke about your kinks. So, I'm not sure what he was thinking or expecting to come of that."

Silence.

"So, I thought I'd plan out a little bit of punishment for him. But only if you're game. That's why I left that device there for you to see if you were. Apparently, you are." he said with a smirk.

"How did you know I've put in on?" I asked, finally able to speak.

"Oh, you were hard as hell when you walked in. The awkwardness and wondering of whether I knew or not much have really turned you on that your cock was pushing on the device. Just how I like it."

I looked down and realised the buldge was there again. God, I'm so predictable.

"So, here's my plan."

--

My ex probably didn't expect it but his fiance was sitting on a chair facing the door when he walked in from running his errands.

"Strip," the fiance said.

He protested. We have a guest, don't be ridiculous.

"He's not in."

But he could come back at any time. This is not just any guest. It's my ex. We've not spoken in years. It wasn't the best of breakups. He hates me. We can't do this.

"Now."

He closed the door. Looked around. Sighed and stripped. Under his T-shirt and jeans was a packed jockstrap with his Holy Trainer locked under it.

"Crawl over to the living room. Face down, on the table."

He knew immediately what to do. That's a regular spot. The table was the perfect fit for him to have his head hanging off one end with his arms tied down to two legs, and then his dick would hang off the other end as his legs would be spread and raised up and tied to his collar keeping his head up - either to "enjoy" a show on television, or to suck his fiance's cock.

That position was perfect for him to get fucked as well - the table was at the right height for someone to be standing behind him, or to be feeding him a cock at the front. What's more, they had a magic wand to vibrate over his cage to get him close and horny.

It was the perfect table. In fact, they'd done it so many times that it didn't take long for him to be trussed up, blindfolded, gagged and moaning.

Only when he was in that helpless position did the fiance come into the room to call me out. I was in all the time. By this time, I was naked as per his request - no subs wear anything more than a jockstrap in this house, I was told. So if I was to partake in this, I'd have to follow the rules. I didn't have a jockstrap with me.

There was a chair in front of the table where my ex's gagged mouth was which would put my dick at the right spot for a blowjob. Except that I was still locked.

Not for long, however. The moment I sat down, the fiance removed a key from his collar and unlocked it, and quickly removed my ex's gag as well. The moment the gag was off, he went for my cock - this must be standard practice again.

But it didn't take him more than a couple of seconds to pull out. He didn't recognise the cock.

Laughing, the fiance removed the blindfold. The look on my ex's face? Priceless. If I was speechless earlier in the morning, the silence was deafening. He went so red, he'd give a lobster a run for its money.

"Now listen. I'm going to be tying our friend here up and you are going to give him the blowjob of his life. He's told me what led to your breaking up, so I think you owe him this at the very least."

He went even redder. Looked down. Ashamed.

"Here's the catch. He's got two hours before he needs to head to the airport. Which means we have two hours to get him super horny before putting him on his flight. Seems that he likes chastity on a voluntary basis, unlike you who have no choice even since I locked you up one year ago. You wanted it then but I know you've wanted out since, but that's not the deal we have, right?"

He gulped in embarrassment.

"I know this is a highly unexpected situation so I'm going to let you earn a reward. No one's touched your cock in over a year except when you're cleaning? I'm going to let you earn the chance to unlock today and get some feeling there.

"But here's how we do it. Only one of you gets to cum today. If he cums, you get to unlock because that means he's lost the game. His punishment will be that the magic wand will keep running on his cock while I tease the fuck out of you. I does mean you don't get to cum though. So your choice.

"But know this, if he doesn't cum, you stay locked but I'll fuck the cum out of you as I always do. But so you don't enjoy it so much, it'll be the last time I fuck you to orgasm for a month.

"It's up to you."

My ex was screwed either way.

--

That fateful day was a couple of years ago, and I hadn't seen or been in touch with either of them again after the dropped me off at the airport. But it all came flashing back the moment he walked in.

I was already worked up and stressed out trying to figure out who of the six people at the dining table had helped my current partner with my chastity task while he was traveling before. It was a tall order, I was trying to be discreet but at the same time needing to figure out who he - or they - were otherwise, the punishment was going to be severe.

I had already not cum for four weeks, and he's due for another trip tomorrow. If I don't get it right, my partner keeps the keys again for the duration of his trip. He hasn't even told me how long his trip will be this time. I needed to get this task right.

But my ex walking in just threw a spanner in the works - what was he doing here? When did he come into this city? What a coincidence that he'd be having dinner at this restaurant that I'm at tonight.

I was flustered, confused and couldn't stop staring. Then I realised he was walking in my direction. Did he see me? Is he coming over to say a polite hi?

The moment he arrived at our table, he turned to my partner and gave him a big hug before even saying hi to me.

"How do you guys know each other?" I stuttered.

"Oh, we've been working together for the past few months when I moved over here. Didn't he tell you?" my ex replied.

I just sat down. Stunned.

"Are you okay?" one of the other guests at the table asked. He was the third guy to arrive for dinner.

No, I'm well and truly fucked.

Stack for Stag: Preparing for the big day

I was exhausted, practically weak. Two of our friends had to help me get to the bedroom although I suspect it was less about them being worried I'd pass out before I got there and more to do with what plans they had for me.

Ah, bed. It was the first time all week that I was allowed to sleep on a bed. But everyone wanted to make sure I had a good night's sleep both to recover from the past week but also to make sure I had the energy for tomorrow.

It was going to be a big day.

I've been with about eight people all week - although many others have joined in at different times - all but two of whom have traveled with my partner and I to this city. I had no idea what plans they had but I had agreed to this 'stag week' where they would make all the decisions and I would just show up.

Tonight, I was given a bit of a reprieve. I was allowed to eat at the dinner table with everyone although my partner - and soon to be husband - and I were forced to sit at opposite ends of the table. We've had very little contact with each other all week.

The only difference was that everyone was dressed casually except my partner and I. He was in full leather gear looking amazingly hot while I was naked except with the chastity device.

Part of me was quite relieved to have been locked back up. I've been edged for hours each of the days of this stag week so far without being allowed to cum and was about to go crazy. That doesn't even include the number of days I hadn't cum before I left.

But that was dinner.

Right now, everyone had decided it was bedtime for me and our two friends were escorting me to my room. This was a new house we had just moved into today and I didn't know it very well. After all, as with the whole trip, I was blindfolded when we arrived and it was only removed finally at the dinner table (after all the events before that).

They led me up the stairs just by the dining area straight up to my room so I didn't really get to see much of what I imagined was a beautiful and massive house.

The moment I walked into the room though, I groaned. On the bed was cuffs attached to all four corners, and I immediately dreaded the night ahead.

"So much for getting rested, there's no way I'll get any good sleep bound spread eagle."

I must have just spaced out for a minute thinking about that because they had to prod me to get my attention.

"What are you waiting for then, get on the bed! You know what to do!"

And with that, I walked over to the bed and lay on my back. I had agreed to follow all instructions all week so I knew not to protest as they quickly restrained me to the bed. I tugged at my arms and legs but there was no give, they've really made it tight.

Then the blindfold came on. And then the poppers. And then I felt hands on my chastity device and I started humping the air, hoping to get some feeling. One of them then put a strap over my chest and stomach each, holding me down to make sure I couldn't move much.

Before I knew it, the device was taken off and my cock was free! The part of me dreading an edging earlier at dinner had lost the battle - with the poppers, all I wanted to do was have my cock stroked and to cum. I didn't have to wait long.

I felt them pour lube over my cock and expertly started edging me slowly. It didn't take me long to get close but they knew what they were doing. One of them was stroking me, the other was poppering me up.

"Please," I begged. "Let me cum. It's been so long. Oh God, please."

There was no response despite my pleas and begging. I don't know how long it went for but I was sufficiently trashing in bed, squirming, moaning and begging all at once.

Then silence. No one was touching me anymore and I was just lying there humping the air, groaning in frustration and calling out for them.

"Was this it?" I wondered to msyelf. I tugged at the restraints and realised that there was something over my hands. In all my trashing, my feeling of ecstacy, my horniness, I hadn't realised that they had put leather mitts on both my hands.

As if they sensed my confusion, one of them ripped the blindfold off my face and then, I heard a loud set of applause. When my eyes finally adjusted, I realised that it wasn't just two people there - all eight of them were watching the show.

The owner of the shop who gifted me the chastity device then walked up to me holding it. I was worried that he was going to put it back on.

"Don't worry, I'm just going to take this for a cleaning. But we do have plans for you," he said as one of our friends - my partner's ex-roommate - undid my legs. Another friend then walked up with a piece of leather gear that I would eventually discover was a pair of chastity shorts.

As he slipped it on me, one of the guys who was edging me earlier walked towards me again and fondled my cock that was hanging out of the shorts, while I was once again fed poppers. I started trashing again in the bonds.

Just as I got close to the edge, he stopped. The shop owner then showed me a hard cup, put it over my cock and zipped the chastity shorts up.

"We're going to undo your hands now, but the mitts stay on. The cup is there to make sure you don't be naughty tonight, but we'll let you sleep without bondage. You need your rest."

Just as I caught my breath, my partner walked up to me and gave me a big kiss.

"I've been told that this is our last kiss as single men," he said. "They won't let us meet until the ceremony."

With that, he gave me another sloppy kiss and hugged me, as everyone started leaving the room, wishing me a good night's sleep.

The lights went out and my hands went straight to my crotch. There was no way I was going to be able to touch it. I heard them locking the door from the outside, just as I dozed off and fell asleep.

--

"Rise and shine," they shouted. I opened my eyes, still groggy and made out about three to four people standing by the bed. I tried to rub my eye but couldn't - the mitts were still on. Making the connection, one of my hands reached down to my crotch; the cup was still there under the chastity shorts. I whimpered and they all laughed.

It was the big day but I still didn't know what was planned for me. I did see a whole tray of breakfast in front of me and suddenly felt hungry.

"We've got lots to do so we all better make a move of it. Don't you worry about anything, just eat!" one of them told me as he undid the mitts from my hand.

As I scoffed down breakfast, I wondered what they all had planned. The four of them were faffing around the room - a couple in the bathroom, one running in and out of the bedroom and one more removing things from a luggage bag and the closet.

I couldn't see exactly what was being taken out but I knew it would not be your usual formal wear. This was a kinky wedding and no doubt, we were to be in gear.

After I was done with breakfast, I was led to the bathroom where the chastity shorts was removed. I then stepped into the bathtub and was about to start enjoying myself when one of our friends pulled my hands above my head and cuffed it to the rails. They weren't even going to let me bath in peace.

Two of them took turns cleaning me and shaving my crotch area. If the cuffs weren't so uncomfortable, it would have been a nice treat being fawned over this way. But who am I to complain - it's been a long week and as frustrating as it is to have so much play without cumming, it's been really fun as well. They really put all the effort into this trip.

To towel me dry, they cuffed my hands to the shower railing instead as I stood up. A couple of times they lingered a bit longer at my cock and balls as they wiped me dry. It didn't take long for me to get hard again and start humping the air.

"Need some help?" one said as he winked, dropped to his knees and went for my cock. It was all I could do to not cum right there. He pulled off really quickly, laughed and said, "Well, seems like someone is at the edge already if those moans are anything to go by."

I was finally uncuffed and we walked into the room and I saw this whole organised mess of gear everywhere. There were gear that I've never seen before - a mix of shiny rubber and hot leather. It was my version of heaven. I'd find out later that they were all tailor made for me, as wedding gifts from our group of friends.

And so the dressing needed to begin. First was just a simple rubber jockstrap. Just as I was about to step into the rubber suit next, one of them stopped me and poured some lube down the jockstrap and squeezed my cock and balls a bit. I immediately got hard and started whimpering; they knew that my cock and balls in lube rubbing against the rubber would keep me hard and horny.

The rubber suit looked amazing - it was full length from neck to toes, but it was crotchless with a cod piece. There was a zip at the rear and where my nipples are. Although it was already shiny, they started polishing to make sure it was spotless.

They then helped me put on a pair of boots with grey laces through the 16-eyelets. Leather cuffs then went around my boots. I looked at the mirror and loved what I saw. This was the perfect wedding suit! Little did I know what was to come next.

Out of the closet came the most amazing looking, heavy duty leather sleepjacket.

"Put your hands out," one of them said and I eagerly did. It fitted perfectly as they wrapped it around my body. The fastened the straps real tight once my arms were secured, and then pulled the straps down both sides of my crotch making the jockstrap hug even tighter (and the lube more squishy). Once I was tightly strapped in, I heard padlocks. I wasn't going to be getting out of them anytime soon.

When I was finally all suited up, each came up to me and gave me a kiss and squeezed my dick. I was ready!

As they led me out of the room, I wondered what they had planned next. After all, I was all geared up but they weren't, although I did notice they were quite well dressed. I figured they'd have some plans for me as I waited for them to gear up as well.

When we got down to the bottom of the stairs, they stopped me in front of a door. I could hear some loud music so I figured some people were setting up in there. They put a blindfold on me, and noise cancelling headphones playing white noise. I couldn't hear or see a thing and my cock started twitching.


They led me into the room and then made me go on my knees at where I imagined was the middle of the room. My head rested on the floor as I felt someone lubing up my ass.

"This is going to get uncomfortable," I thought to myself. Little did I know. Once I was properly lubed up, I felt a few hands trying to manage me - I didn't have much balance not being able to see, hear or have my own hands to help.

I was made to walk up a couple of steps - a stage? - and then turned around and slowly pushed down to sit. Except that it had to go slowly, I felt what appeared to be a dildo or a plug on the seat. They gave me a hit of poppers to help me adjust and soon, I was seated with a butt plug in me.

Then I felt them strapping my legs and thigh down so I couldn't move. Next, my cock and balls were taken out of the jockstrap and some things were attached to them. I felt them unbutton the nipple flaps on the straight jacket, and unzip the rubber suit to expose my nipples. Clamps then came on and I moaned out loud.

I thought I heard a roar of laughter through the headphones but I couldn't be sure in my poppered, horny state. But then I didn't feel anything for a couple of minutes so I just sat there and struggled, trying to get some friction on my cock.

Before I knew it, the headphones were removed and my blindfold was peeled off.

"SURPRISE!"

As my eyes adjusted, I noticed there were about 20 friends of ours - some of whom I didn't even realise would be attending the wedding. Most were kinksters, although a few were friends who knew about our lifestyle but didn't engage it in themselves.

They were all dressed really smart, almost semi-formal. I must have blushed realising that they were all so decently dressed, drinking wine and enjoying themselves while here I was naked, plugged and whimpering with horniness.

The realisation jolted me back to reality and I looked down at myself. All I could make out was that I was naked, there was some electrodes on my cock and balls and the seat I was on was fixed into some kind of makeshift box.

Before I could say anything to anyone, I was gagged again as they closed the front door to the box. Attached to the door was a hook, which they looped the chain from the nipple clamps too, which made me straighten my body more than I already did with the plug in me. All that you could see of me at the moment was my head protruding out of the box.

"We're having a small reception before lunch as the other groom gets ready. Enjoy yourself!" one of them told me as he put the blindfold back on and gave me another hit of poppers. I moaned loudly through the gag when I felt the first waves of electro hitting my cock and balls.

There was a roar of laughter at my moan, but that quickly went away as the noise-cancelling headphones came back on and I was lost in my own world again, completely humiliated by the fact that all my friends were socialising around me as I sat there being more and more turned on as a horny display boy for their pleasure, at my party.

It seemed so long since the proposal first happened.

Stacked for stag - Part 1

"I told you he wouldn't resist," one of them said as they put a blindfold on me. That's right, I didn't stop them. No, it wasn't that kind of event. It was my stag do and I had told myself that I would let go this once and let them take charge. I figured that if these were close enough friends to take a week off work to travel to a different city for a whole week, then I could bloody well trust them with my life.

The trip was planned almost a year ago after my partner proposed to me. Since then, we had gotten close to a group of people who shared our interests and lifestyle including his former roommate and other friends we frequent to kinky clubs with.

Together, they decided that we should have a separate wedding ceremony - just friends and totally indulgent in our kinks and fetishes. Except that I wasn't allowed to know what they were planning. Only my partner was consulted. The exchange was that with our other ceremony - for family and friends - I got to run the show.

Not that I had a say in the matter. In all things related to our kinky lifestyle, my partner called the shots. That was clear.

So, here I am, in a totally different city with six other people who will be spending a whole week with us in the lead up to our kinky wedding. My bags were packed for me so I'm not sure what's in it ("Not much to wear," my partner had joked - I hope). We were in a van they had rented. My partner was sitting in the passenger seat and I was right at the back in the luggage area.

I was forced to agree to two conditions prior to arriving. First, I had to go along with everything they said and secondly, my partner and I were not to touch each other all week. Save that for the wedding night, they had said.

Still, this wasn't just a play week. I know for a fact there were a lot of things planned including dinners, shows, shopping and sightseeing. But right now, we had just entered the van and everyone took a seat while I was ordered to get in the back and kneel on my knees.

The moment the van started moving, a couple of them turned around and put the blindfold on.

--

I didn't find out until later but there was a huge sign that's been put up in the window display a couple of days before we arrived.

At the moment, no one can hear me moaning and my shouts out loud as the electro - through electrodes in the form of a butt plug held in by a locking leather harness and a cock ring - shocks me at different times, different intensities and different sensations.

I am sitting on a bondage chair, completely gimped up. I'm dressed head to toe in rubber - with a tight hood with only breathing holes. Under the hood, I have a ball gag on suppressing my moans. My hands are strapped down to the arms of the chair, my legs attached below. There are more straps around my waist and chest to the back of the chair. A metal collar around my neck is an extension of the chair which ensures I'm not moving too much or going anywhere.

Over the suit, with my cock and balls hanging out of it, is a full chastity belt to match the metal collar. So it doesn't really matter if the cock and balls are not under the suit, they are inaccessible. Not that I could even move my hands enough to touch them.

I would also find out later that lots of people are walking past and taking pictures. Some, lured by the sign, have walked in to find out more, responding to the "Enquire Within"call to action.

I had been sitting there like that for about an hour and a half - I've lost track of time and the white noise in the headphones keeping all the sounds out didn't help - before they took me in. The headphones were still on while they cuffed my feet down to the ground and hands into the air in a spread eagle position.

"Where was I?" was all I could remember asking myself.

--

I heard a laugh just as the van had come to a stop. At this point, all I had on was the blindfold and chains attached to my hands and feet so I was fairly mobile. My shirt was unbuttoned midway through, enough for them to attach nipple clamps looped through the D ring on a collar they had put on me. And of course, the CB6000 they had put on me at the toilets the moment we got past airport security.

They were laughing at the sign they had just seen at the front of the store. It read:

Getting married!

A couple of our kinky friends are getting married!

They will be arriving this Friday for a week leading up to a very kinky wedding to be held right here in the store!

On Friday, one of them will be spending a lot of time here so find out how you can join in the festivities. He might still be around on Saturday. And Sunday. You get the idea.

Enquire within.

I didn't know at that time, but we had arrived a couple of hours before the store had opened to set up. This store was a well-known fetish shop. It was also located on a very busy street so many people would have read the sign. I just didn't know how many it would turn out to be.

All I know was that I was lead out of the car and as we walked through the door - me still in chains - I was immediately ushered to a room and placed on a chair. I was told not to get out of that seat and to just relax and enjoy myself as they set up.

So for over an hour, I just sat there in anticipation of what was happening. I had assumed we had checked into a hotel or perhaps a rented dungeon of sorts. Occasionally, I'd hear one of them call out to me to see if I was doing fine (I'd reply with an emphatic yes) and then I'd be left alone again. I could hear muffled sounds of them talk, laughing and some heavy lifting so I assumed they were in the next room.

I could not wait for what they had in store for me and occasionally, my hands would drift to stroke myself through my shorts, feeling my hardness in the CB. At times, I'd tug a bit on the nipple clamps by throwing my head back and moaning out loud. I was horny and I wasn't afraid of showing it.

If only I knew that I was sat in the display window of the store, with the sign next to me. On top of it, an additional couple of words were stuck on - "He's arrived!"

Outside, in front of the window, my partner was handing out fliers about a party the store was hosting in our honour later that day. And making sure that no one was taking pictures of me, much to my relief when I found out later on that I was playing with myself in the full view of people walking along the busy street heading to work and doing their shopping.

It would not be the last time I'd find myself in that window.

Just rolling along

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New beginnings

It was a big commitment but I had agreed to it. It meant uprooting from the place I grew up in and leaving everything that was familiar to me. But there was something else pulling me away and it won - love.

The metaphorical tug-of-war had been going on for a couple of years now but I never gave in. I may be a romantic but I was always firmly in control of my life; I was never going to make any major life decisions because of another person.

Until I met him of course. And now, I'm standing outside the airport waiting for him to pick me up with three big suitcases of half my life belongings. I was ready for a new life with my man.

He was running a little late due to an accident that was causing a massive jam and so all I can do is sit there and wait. I thought into the future and the things we could do together - I have fantasies of buying a house together and doing it up, coming home to someone I love and just as important, the kinky fun that we could both get up to.

Just that last thought got me hard and horny, and it was at that moment when my cock got hard that his car stopped in front of me. The sight of him meant that my cock wasn't going to go soft anytime soon, and just as I was about to adjust myself, I remembered his last instruction to me five days before - I wasn't allowed to touch myself at any time except to quickly wash while in the shower.

This meant that I hadn't cum in six days and I was going crazy with frustration.

He cocked his head when my hand moved, and then smirked when he noticed I made that last minute realisation. He walked up to me, gave me a big hug, an even bigger kiss and a big grind at the crotch. Even he wouldn't touch it. I just moaned as I kissed him back.

"I know it's a hard decision moving over," he said to me after that kiss, all the while looking down at the tent in my trousers, "but control yourself, boy."

"That's why I have you, Sir," I retorted with a laugh. We've never done the whole Sir/boy thing or at least not seriously. As much as he's my Dom, it was enough that he knew it and I did too.

The traffic had cleared by the time we were heading back so it was a quick 30 minute drive. I took my luggage out of the car and carried it in, leaving it by the side of the entrance door as I stepped in. Immediately, I began stripping.

"What are you doing," he asked, sincerely shocked. And then he remembered. Ever since I found out that his housemate was also kinky, instructions has been that I had to be completely naked once I was in the house. Sometimes he'd lock me in chastity immediately, sometimes we'd just go along the days. Usually, though, we'd start playing very soon after because I would have been denied cumming for a few days before my visit.

"We might need to change some rules now that you've moved in. This is your home now as much as it's mine so we'll need to work around it, okay?" he asked.

I fell in love with him a bit more at that point. Nonetheless, I still remained naked and told him that we can sort things out later. I dragged my luggage into the room - the former housemate's room which would be mine. I was surprised at how different the room looked; my partner had essentially turned it into the playroom.

Before I could turn to him to protest how my room has turned into a sex dungeon essentially, I felt him hug my from the back, grab my already hard cock and started fondling my nipples.

"It's still your room," he said as I let out a moan. "It's easy to transform this room back to being a regular room but I have a proposition that I think you'd like to hear about. Would you?"

By this time, my eyes were closed as I just leaned back into him to enjoy the feel of him stroking me lightly. I could feel myself precumming and true enough, he brought his fingers to my mouth and made me suck it off them.

"Okay," I said. Truth is, at that point, I would have agreed to anything.

He then pushed me onto the bed and said that he hadn't planned on any play today as he wanted to let me rest and settle in, but seeing as how horny I was at that point, he said it'd be a waste not to take advantage of it.

With that, he put leather cuffs on my wrist and ankles and attached it to the four corners of the bed. He then put a collar on me and a gag before hopping off the bed.

He then put the vibrating ring over my already throbbing cock at a low setting, enough to get me worked up, but not enough to send me over the edge. I started moaning. I looked up to see him walking towards a sofa that sat right in front of the bed.

He unzipped his trousers and took his dick out; he wasn't wearing any undies.

"God, you look so hot," he said, as he sat back on the sofa and started jerking off looking at me. All I could do was moan back at him watching him get off as my cock was being teased by a vibrator.

He sat there stroking for quite a while and I knew he was dragging this out. Eventually, he walked over to me and then proceeded to cum on my face. It drove me nuts seeing him cum when I couldn't touch myself.

He reached over, removed the vibrator and said: "Well, now that you've had your post-travel shower, you should get a nap. I'm off to make some dinner. We can discuss further then."

With that, he walked out of the room, closed the door and left me there drenched, tired and most of all, horny. This is the start of my new life.

Honeymoon

It was pitch black and all I could hear was muffled conversations. There was a bit of laughter and some thumping. My ears perked as I tried to make things out but it was difficult.

Never mind the predicament that I was in, I knew I couldn't make a sound. The only way I knew I was still breathing is because I haven't yet passed out. It was all I could do not to try holding my breath for the whole time.

"Weren't you with somebody earlier?" I suddenly heard loud and clear. He must be really nearby. This time I really held my breathe and started to panic. But in reality, all I really wanted to do was let out a loud moan.

As worried as I was, this was really turning me on as well.

I'd only been in this closet for a few minutes because that was pretty much all the time we had. My partner and I have just arrived for our honeymoon and just checked into the hotel. It's been 10 days since our lovely kinky wedding party - not to be confused with our actual wedding ceremony. That party is a whole other story but all you need to know for now is that it went on for three days and I've been in chastity since then.

The device was only removed about two hours ago before we boarded our plane. We made a quick stop into the toilet where he removed the device. I expected him to put the device back on once we got to the other side but he didn't. Instead, when we got on the plan, he put on a cock vibrator on me and teased me throughout the journey using a remote control device.

This continued as we made our journey all the way to the hotel. Once we got into our room, he immediately asked me to strip and get on my knees.

"But the bellhop will be bringing the luggage in any time," I protested.

"For the next few days, I'm calling the shots. Now, strip, get on your knees and crawl to that bag and get your collar out. The longer you take, the longer you'll be out here for him to catch you in this position," he replied.

I guess I should have trusted him more, in that he wasn't going to reveal our kinky fetishes. I quickly did as he instructed and then went back on my knees in front of him.

While I was doing that, he had already gotten some other things ready so very quickly the nipple clamps were placed on, with the chain connecting the two threaded through the D ring on my collar to add pressure. He then asked me to put on a pair of jocks over the vibrating cock ring to hold it in so it wouldn't fall off when I was naked.

He then led me into the closet where he cuffed me to the railing and put a blindfold on me. Just as he was gagging me, the doorbell rang.

"In a minute," he shouted as he turned the vibrator on at a low setting and gave my cock a bit of a tug. Considering how long it's been since I've cum, my cock jumped in excitement as I let out a moan.

"I suggest you keep the moans to yourself," he said. "Although, I'm leaving this closet door open so it might not make a difference."

The doorbell rang again. Quickly, he raised a bottle of poppers to my nose and told me to inhale. After three hits, I was sufficiently buzzing and let out another moan.

Then I head him open the door as the bellhop came in with our luggage.

"Weren't you with somebody earlier?"

"Oh yeah, I've got him locked up in the closet."

A pause. Laughter. Then silence. Suddenly, I felt a chill. The closet door was opened. The poppers were still swirling in my system and all I could do was let out a moan.

Then the vibrator went off, the jocks pulled down and the device removed.

There was a tug on my nipples and then unexpectedly, ice! On my cock! I squirmed in protest and let out louder moans of disapproval. But I could not get away.

Not too long later I felt some fondling of my cock and balls and realized what was happening - the CB was coming back on. I moaned again and tried to pull away but knew that this was a losing battle.

Once the CB was on, I felt the bottle of poppers by my nose again. Knowing what was expected of me, I took a huge hit. And then another. And another. This time I didn't hold back and allowed the warm sensation to cloak me and let out moan after moan.

In between all that, I heard a whimper and wet a wetness around my crotch area. Someone had cum right on my chastity device. I moaned even louder and trashed in my bonds. My partner knew exactly what he was doing - not being allowed to cum was one thing. Knowing someone else can cum and has done it while I couldn't drives my frustration to a whole different level.

I heard a snigger, a cough and then the door slamming shut. Then in just a quick swift, the blindfold was removed.

My eyes took a while to adjust to the light so I just kept it close with my head hanging down. Just as things were getting clear again, I heard the television turn on. I looked up and there was my partner on the hotel bed, fully clothed with a smirk on his face but looking straight at the television, ignoring me.

And the honeymoon has only just started.

Morning call

It was one of those moments when you're not sure if it's your alarm going off, or if you're just dreaming about it. On one hand, it was extremely loud. On the other hand, that wasn't the tone of my alarm. Groaning, I forced my eyes opened and looked at the phone next to me - the screen was blinking.

Crap. It was a FaceTime call from my partner.

"Hel …," I tried to mutter, nothing coming out of my throat. I forced a cough and said it again, "Hello, baby."

It was the first time my partner has called me via FaceTime. I was away for five weeks of work but he would usually just send text messages or we'd call each other on Skype before we went to bed. I thought this was odd but in the haziness of having just woke up, didn't think too much about it.

"Show me your cock," he said. He caught me off-guard but he said it with the authority he usually uses when we're in a Dom/sub scene and so, I quickly threw my boxers off and directed the camera on the phone at my crotch where my cock was as hard as it could get in a chastity device.

I was extremely horny. As I've mentioned before, he had me constantly on the edge for about six days before he brutally locked the CB3000 on before I could cum and then proceeded to send me to catch the flight. Before I boarded, he took me to the loo to swap the lock with a numbered plastic one so I wouldn't trigger off security.

I knew exactly why he wanted to see my crotch, he wanted to check if it was the same numbered lock that was on. Not that he should be worried about me breaking it, I wouldn't dare knowing that I'd have to return to him with the consequences. But still, I suppose this was a good way for him to continue stamping authority upon me.

"Strip and get to your laptop and call me on Skype," he said, before abruptly turning cutting the line. I rushed over immediately. I would have preferred to freshen up before as my hair was a mess but I got the feeling he wasn't going to be very patient with me today. So, I immediately did as he said.

On Skype, he looked extremely handsome and had a pleasant smile on his face.

"Kneel and put your hands behind your head," he said before I could even say hello. I did as instructed, knowing not to ask or say anything.

"How did you sleep last night?"

I replied, "Not too good. I was extremely horny after you made me watch those few videos you sent me links to and couldn't stop thinking about them all night." The videos had all be about boys being securely tied down, edged to oblivion and then a nice cum shot after. I knew exactly why he wanted me to watch them - he knows it drives me crazy seeing people cum when I can't.

"Good. I know you have the morning free so expect to spend some time with me. Show me the package I got delivered to you."

The package was right next to the laptop so I showed it to him. I was under strict instructions not to open the box which was waiting at the hotel for me when I arrived. He told me he'll let me open it when the time is right.

"So, you know I packed you some play gear when I sorted out your suitcase, have you used them at all?" I shook my head. It's been full on with work since I got here so I haven't had the change. Today was my first day off.

"Get them and put them on for me slowly."

I crawled over to my suitcase and took out a backpack that he had put in it. I knew that there was gear in it, I just didn't know what it was. I opened the bag to find several items from my playbox at home.

Immediately, I put on the pair of jocks over my CB. Then, I put on a leather chest harness, collar and wrist and ankle restraints. There was also a black leather sailor hat in that so I put it on.

"Give me a show, walk around the room dressed like that." I did.

"Now, I want you to get on the bed, take five hits of poppers and hogtie yourself. Lay there till I tell you to move."

This got me extremely excited. At the same time, I was lamenting the fact that I had to be poppered up, made really horny and still locked for another four weeks before I return to him! Still, I got on the bed, hooked my feet together using the carabiners and kneeled. I then took five deep hits of the poppers and quickly cuffed my hands behind my back and to my ankles before they could hit.

Just as I flopped down onto the bed into the hogtie, the poppers hit and I let out an extremely loud moan. He laughed.

"I don't know if I'm enjoying this more or if you are," he said as I continued to squirm and moan. My face had gotten all red, I haven't stop moaning since it hit and I was writhing all over the bed.

Suddenly, I heard the doorbell ring on his side and he walked away. I wanted to find out what was going on, but he didn't say anything and his instructions were clear - lay here till instructed otherwise. Not that I could think too much. The poppers were still heavy in my system, my cock was trying to get hard in the CB and noises I never knew existed were coming out of my mouth. I could also feel myself leaking.

I just lay on the bed, squirming as a wave of horniness swept over me and I got lost in the moment. As the poppers wore off, and I grew exhausted from the struggling, I turned back to the laptop and saw my partner sitting there with a nice smile on his face.

"Having fun?" he asked, smirking. I just responded with a moan.

"Well, since you don't want to talk much, you might as well put a gag on. Your moans sound better through a gag. Unhook the cuffs, get the rest of the gear and sit on the chair here."

I did as he said, realizing that the bed was damp from both my sweat and precum that had leaked out of my cock through the CB, and even through the pair of jocks. I grabbed the bag, and pulled the chair back far enough that he'd have a good view of me.

"Now, put on the gag, then cuff your legs to the chair. There are four other items left in the bag. What are they?"

I looked in and couldn't find anything but the bag felt heavy still. Then I realized there was an inside zip and found a blindfold, a cock vibrator, nipple clamps and a butt plug.

"You will put it on in this order - the blindfold, nipple clamps, plug and then the vibrator over your CB. After the blindfold is on, you're to take a few hits of poppers again."

I knew I had to be careful. He did this to deliberately test me I knew as he wanted to see how I'd calm myself down despite the obvious horny state I was in. I struggled a little with the bottle of poppers once the blindfold went on but managed to take three hits. I then put the nipple clamps on but it hurt like a bitch as I couldn't see how much skin I had clamped. Thank goodness the poppers hit. I then lubed up the plug, careful not to get the lube everywhere, and was already moaning through the gag as I pushed the plug up my ass.

Once I was done, he told me to take another couple of hits of the poppers before turning the vibrator on and cuffing my hands behind my back. I just sat there in a state of flying, all my senses peaked, horny as fuck, not able to cum and moaning desperately.

After what felt like eternity, I heard him tell me to unlock myself and remove the CB by breaking the lock. I couldn't believe he was doing this but I was so horny, I didn't argue. The moment the CB came off, and his next instruction came, I realized what he had in mind.

"I'm going to count down from 10 and I want you to cum at 0 - not before, not after." Except that he went on and on several times without actually hitting zero. Each time he'd get to one, he'd find an excuse to start again, or he'd go back up to two or three. We did that for quite a while and I was so on the edge from having not cum in so long. I was just moaning and groaning, following his instruction and doing all I could not to shoot.

Finally, he told me to stop and asked me to take another hit of poppers. Then he told me to put the vibrator back on and to cuff my hands behind my back while holding the controller. As the poppers hit me, I moaned so loudly trying to tell him I was really close. He then told me to turn the controller off and drop it.

"Do you think he should cum?" I heard him ask. Even in my state of horniness, that question confused me. Who was he asking? Then I heard someone else's voice.

"I don't know, he seems to really enjoy not being able to cum." the voice said.

As soon as I heard that, my cock started streaming with cum. I had to do all I could to hold back the orgasm but I was so turned on that I was almost going to cum hands free.

"You can uncuff yourself and take the blindfold off," my partner then told me. It didn't take me long to rush to remove them and I saw that my partner had a cute friend with him.

"This is Jack. We were going to go to a party after this and he came over to have a quick shower after the gym before we headed out. I hadn't told him what plans we had - when he walked out of the shower, and you were blindfolded on the chair, I just invited him over and he was pretty shocked at what he saw."

So, the story goes that Jack isn't actually kinky but had messaged my partner on a dating app in the past. My partner was going to a monthly kink party, and Jack wanted to check it out. My partner thought it would be nice to ease Jack in by letting him watch me on cam so that he knew what to expect.

I wasn't upset at all that my partner had used me in this way, in fact, it really turned me on. The only thing I would have wished for is to have known earlier as it would have made me even hornier knowing that I was being watched by more than one person. Unfortunately, it was time for them to head to their party.

"Go give the CB a quick wash. I was going to let you cum if Jack said yes, but since he said no, you're going back into it until you come back. I'll decide then when to let you unlock."

The look of disappointment on my face must have been apparent. I was so horny and ready to cum. Jack obviously picked up on this as he looked me in the eyes and said, with a smirk, "I'm so sorry."

From a distance

I don't know about you but it's not usually my first orgasm after a period in chastity that feels the best, it's usually the second. My partner, who is also my Dom, knows this very well. In the six years that we've been together, he's used this knowledge to his advantage - either in getting himself additional pleasure or to punish me.

Sometimes, when he's not in the mood, he just makes me cum the one time then leave me be, knowing that I'd find some alone time later to have my second orgasm. Sometimes, he'd lock me back up immediately if he wanted to punish me with the knowledge that I'd probably be more horny from that few minutes since I'd cum as I wouldn't get my second orgasm than the period in which I'd been locked.

Today, it has been a week since I've cum. But it was a strange week because I wasn't alone in being locked - my partner was as well. You see, he tried to set me up in a prank of sorts but it backfired on him. Knowing how much I like playing on the webcam, he arranged with one of my cam regulars who lived in the same city to watch me in action.

When my regular agreed on the condition that my partner had to be tied up for the period of watching me, the latter did not expect to be leaving while locked in chastity. The agreement was that he would be locked for the same period as me except that I was in a plastic lock and was allowed to break it anytime I wanted. However, each time I broke it, my partner would have to be locked for an extra three days.

While I agreed to it for revenge, I didn't want to make it hard for my partner so I held off for a week together with him. We were a good support system for each other.

Last night, however, he went back to my regular's place to get himself unlocked. I doubt he actually played and came while he was there because he really made me pay later for putting him through that predicament all week.

He worked on me all night, made me sleep while restrained with electro going through my cock ensuring that I didn't get much sleep at all while horny and on the edge. He would wake up in the middle of the night to play with me while I was gagged and had headphones on playing porn.

In the morning, he woke up and got ready to meet some friends. He got me pondering if he'd let me cum or not before he left since it was the weekend and we had a whole day ahead of us. I didn't have to wait long to find out. Just before he left, he sucked me off quickly and I came real hard.

Because I was still in bondage, he took his time to clean me up with a wet towel. What I didn't expect, was for him to start stroking me again. I was going to get my second orgasm! I thought to myself. He stroked and edged me for a few minutes and got me moaning again through the gag.

But the just like that, he decided he was done and untied one of my hands.

"You sort yourself out!" he said as he walked out the door. I couldn't decide if he meant that I should cum with that one hand or sort myself out by letting myself free. I decided to do that latter, after all, I never did get explicit permission to cum.

Still, I was extremely horny and cleaning up the mess from the night made me rethink of the fun - although torturous - that we had. My horniness was rising and I couldn't do anything about it.

I had breakfast and took a shower to calm myself down but washing my bits made me horny again. I decided that maybe I should get some self-play while waiting for him to come back.

I turned on my computer hoping to find a friend I could play for on cam. The moment I logged on, I received a message from that regular my partner visited last night to get unlocked.

"Hope you had fun last night. He told me he had big plans for you," it read. As he was still online, I replied immediately describing to him what happened. I mentioned that I was still horny and haven't yet gotten my second orgasm.

"Get on cam then," he said. It didn't take very long before he had me naked. Then he slowly got me to put my gear on.

"Let's play a game," he said. "Use a site that have virtual dice and find a 10-sided one. If you get 1, 3 and 7, you put on the birdlock with spikes. If you get 2, 6 and 9, you put on your CB3000. If you get a 4, 8 and 10, it's the CB6000.

"If it's a 5, then you don't have to lock up."

I rolled it and got a 3. I winced knowing that this session was going to hurt a bit. But I went through with it anyway. It took a while for my cock to go soft but eventually it did and the birdlock went on.

"Now, I want you to stuff your ass with a buttplug and then wear your leather chastity shorts over it."

This surprised me because he knew that it would cause my a lot of discomfort because the shorts put pressure on the spikes. But I've always taken his orders without questioning it so I wasn't going to start now.

The shorts came on very quickly and then he asked me to put on a gag and collar. Once that was done, he played his final card to make sure I was going to be as horny as it gets.

"Take a few good hits of poppers."

I almost freaked out. My horniness from the morning and now being geared like this would mean that the poppers would drive me more than just crazy. I hesitated for a moment and he shouted at me, telling me that if I held off for another second, I would regret it.

Quickly, I took a few whiffs of the poppers and turned red. As it started taking effect, I started moaning and humping the seat, driving the plug even deeper in.

He sat there smirking at me, when I suddenly heard a laughter.

That caught me by surprise but in my moment of being poppered up, I couldn't process much except that I knew there was someone there other than himself. I started to squirm even more and moan louded. My inner exhibitionist was showing.

Noticing this, he nodded to the other person and someone else appeared on the screen behind him smiling at me. It was another person about my age, beautiful eyes and smile who winked at me. I would have cum right there and then if the spikes weren't hurting me so much.

Only when the poppers had worn off was I able to process what was happening. Having another person on screen was one of my biggest fantasies. It is these sort of surprises that I like playing at clubs so much, not knowing who is watching or playing with me.

We continued the session with his friend popping in and out occasionally, munching on fruits as if we were just having a casual conversation. After a few minutes though, his friend waved good bye and left.

At that point, my regular said that he had some errands to finish up in the house but he wasn't done with me. He got me to put my hood on, the one with tubes for the nose attached to a container for poppers. Then he told me to put nipple clamps on and hook up my balls to an electro set.

"Once that's hooked up, start the poppers flowing and turn on the electro set. Each time I come back, you need to turn it up a little," he instructed, adding that I should hold the controller in my hand which is to be cuffed behind my back.

So for about 30 minutes, I sat there in that condition - poppered, electro on and getting more intense as the minutes went by. He then came back, sat down and gave me one final instruction.

"I'm going for a shower now,"he said. "I'm not going to tell you how long I'm gone for but you're to sit there like a good sub until I return. Here's what I want you to do.

"First, unlock the device so your cock is free. But I want you to put the electro over your cock, close to your glands. I want it to get you close."

He added that he wanted me to also tie my legs and chest down to the chair before I cuffed my hands behind my back.

"Here's the final catch. I don't want you holding the controller and I want you to put some porn into headphones before you place a blindfold on yourself. You won't know when I've returned, I might just sit here watching you for a while.

"You don't have permission to cum no matter what happens, but if you do, your punishment will be that you have to continue sitting there with the electro on after. Do you understand?"

In my horny state, all I could do was whimper through the gag. He sat there watching me prepare myself.

I'm not sure at which point he left, but it felt like forever. I got close several times but had to keep distracting myself thinking of other things so as not to go over the edge. I had to concentrate hard to keep from cumming.

At certain points, I thought I heard him return but I couldn't tell if it was just the porn and my imagination. It felt like ages.

Then I heard his voice through the headphones and over the porn.

"Don't get too excited, it's only been five minutes. I'm only just about to head into the shower."

I screamed through the gag! If that was five minutes, how would I survive this? I was already so close to cumming from being horny all morning!

Just then, however, something strange happened. I felt a hand on my cock slowly stroking me. At first, I freaked out but relaxed soon, as I was inhaling that poppers were streaming through my veins again. I started to moan intensely when I heard my partners voice.

"Remember, he said that you're not allowed to cum no matter what."

I trashed in my bondage. I was so turned on by this sudden twist of events that I couldn't even process what was happening. All I knew was that I wanted to cum so bad and started humping my partner's hand.

Before I could realise what I was doing and stopped myself because I wasn't allowed to cum, a familiar feeling rose up my spine as I arched back and shot my second orgasm. I couldn't move much but my body squirmed as much as it could while I screamed into my gag.

My partner was kind in that he didn't continue stroking me while I was sensitive. I fell back, spent and breathing heavily as the poppers slowly wore off. I felt a wet towel around my crotch as my partner wiped the cum off and I got soft.

Before I had the chance to react, though, I felt something happening at my groin - he was putting the chastity device back on!

I tried to complain through the gag but he wouldn't stop. The moment he was done though, he pulled the blindfold off suddenly. Blinded by the light, I had my eyes closed shut. As if to sooth me, he started caressing my balls and I slowly opened my eyes to adjust to the light.

To my surprise however, that wasn't my partner between my legs - it was the hot guy from the cam earlier with my cum all over his face.

I looked up at the screen and my regular cam Dom was sitting there smiling at me in the same clothes he had before. He hadn't actually gone to shower.

"I see you've been acquainted with Robin," he said. "He was staying over with me the past few days and when your partner came by last night, he mentioned that you would love Robin.

"So I suggested that we get you worked up enough for a fun session with him. That was why I suggested you don't cum.

"Unfortunately, you did anyway so we locked you back up since you've already had your second orgasm and would be feeling pretty spent now."

As he said that, Robin turned my chair around and standing right in front of me was my partner, naked except for a chest harness, boots and a pair of leather jocks on. In his hand was a collar.

Robin then crawled over to him and my partner put the collar on him.

He looked up at me, still restrained and locked in chastity.

"You've had your fun, now it's our turn. Enjoy the show!"

Guess who?

It was a little bit awkward. I sat there on the table, not knowing if I should leave my bag there or take it with me. I had the table reserved but will the waiter think that I'd left if there was no sign of me when he came back?

But I didn't have much time to think about it, so I unzipped the bag, pulled out what I needed and rushed to the toilet. I only had two minutes to put on the CB6000 so I had to do it quick.

I made it back to the table just on time. I had broken out in a bit of a sweat in the toilet but there was no choice. When my partner, who is also my Dom, had texted me to put it on, I knew that I had to rush it because the guests were due to arrive at 7pm and I had to be at the table to greet them.

He knew that I carried the chastity device with me every where I went, that was an arrangement he had requested that I do a few months ago when I finally moved over and in with him. You never know when I want you locked and horny, he had told me. Since then, I've never left home without it.

I did think it strange however because he had unlocked me only this morning when he had returned home after four weeks away for business. But it was quick a quick kiss, hug and unlock as I was rushing to work when he came in.

He had arranged dinner with some friends of ours that evening. I wasn't sure who was invited but was told prior to his return to book a table at this restaurant for nine people, meaning that there would be seven guests.

Who was invited, though, was not something I have been informed. All I know that it was meant to be a thank you dinner. Still, having seven guests confused me but I think it was all part of the plan.

You see, my partner and I have a rather kinky lifestyle where he's the Dominant one while I'm the sub. Our relationship would look pretty regular to most people, and it is in many ways, except that occasionally we have a Dom/sub dynamic going.

It never usually affects the relationship as everything is pretty equal among us. That is, except when it comes to sex and my orgasms. That belongs to him.

The thank you dinner was for three people who had helped us while he was away. Before the trip, my partner had decided that I should remain in chastity for the whole duration. It would be the longest I've ever been locked consecutively but he was adamant that we finally do it.

"It's not that I don't want you to play with others while I'm away," he had assured me, adding, "It's just that I don't want you to cum at all."

So he made this arrangement where every Thursday, at 7pm sharp, I was to take a shower which would last between 15 to 20 minutes. It shouldn't be any more than that, or any less. After the shower, I was to lay on the bed naked where he had already attached chains to cuff my wrists and ankles to the bed.

The ones for my ankles were attached to each corner of the bed while the ones for the wrists were together at the head of the bed. I was to attach the ankles first and then put on the blindfold and take a hit of poppers before I cuffed my wrists together and to the head of the bed. I had three minutes to do all this from when I turn the shower off.

It all seems like simple self bondage but there was a catch. In that first 20 minutes, I would have a visitor in our house. This person has been given a set of house keys and were to enter while I was in the shower. He would only enter the room after three minutes from hearing the shower being turned off.

By then, I was spread eagled and blindfolded.

The person would come in and padlock my cuffs together so there was no escape. He'd then go into the bathroom where I'd have left him a small bucket of warm water and a towel that he'd bring back into the room, unlock me and clean me out for the week.

The idea was there'd be no fuss, just a quick clean and then lock me back up quicky. He'd give me another hit of poppers as he was finished and unlock the cuffs, turn the lights off and leave the house.

I had no idea who it was. This happened the first two weeks and it was pretty frustrating. Poppers get me really horny and taking a whiff while in chastity drove me almost crazy.

The third week however was slightly different. Everything went according to plan except that after the cleaning, he didn't lock me back up. He spent almost two hours with me in that position while edging and teasing me the whole time.

He added a gag so I couldn't make any sounds or ask him what I as doing, nipple clamps came on that were pulled on if I was making too much noise. It was pretty frustrating after being locked for three weeks and then being teased that way.

So many times I was so close to cumming but he expertly stopped before I got too close. All I could do was moan in frustration.

After what felt like eternity, I heard a soft moan and felt warm juice landing on my body. He had cum on me. He disappeared immediately after and I panicked. Who was this person and was he going to leave me here just like that. The locks on the cuffs were still on so I couldn't get away. I was still gagged so I couldn't even scream for help.

All these thoughts were running through my mind but it all ended abruptly when I felt a sensation on my cock. Ice!

He certainly knew what he was doing and my cock went soft quite quickly and he could get the CB6000 on again. The moment it was locked on, he unlocked my cuffs, turned off the lights and left.

I lay there for a while trying to figure out what just happened, and got more horny realising that someone had cum and I couldn't. I tried to get hard by the chastity device was having none of it.

This was exactly a week ago today and I find myself locked up again unexpectedly, barely nine hours after my release. I was really horny at work and found opportunities to touch myself a little but I knew that I still hadn't gotten permission to cum. Besides, it would have been tough to do it at work, even in the toilets.

I looked at my watch and realised I had been sitting there for nearly 15 minutes since I'd put the lock on. Sensing a movement by the door, I turned my head only to be greeted by my partner who looked to be in a great mood.

He came over and gave me a kiss and a hug as he sat down. He then looked down at my crotch, nodded with approval while he gave it a gentle tap. He then opened the zip on the pocket of my bag where the keys to the device was and put it in his pocket.

"I know you've been a good boy but I've got another treat for you," he said. "I've invited seven people to dinner and among them are the ones who came over to visit you for your weekly clean up."

The horrified look on my face said it all. This was going to be an awkward dinner.

"The catch here is that it may have been three different people, or less. Your task tonight is to guess which of the seven he, or they, may be."

I sensed that he wasn't done as he started naming me the seven people that were around. They were all friends of ours, and none of whom we had played with previously.

"They're kinky?" I asked.

"Maybe and maybe not. That's for you to find out. You're free to chat to them and ask any questions. But careful you don't say too much if you don't want them to know about you," he replied. "You get to tell me the answer is on the way home. If you're right, we'll have fun tonight. If you're not, I'm keeping these keys again. And oh, I forgot to tell you this morning that I'm due to leave for another trip early tomorrow."

I looked at him in panic, horrified by the idea that I might be locked up for even longer. Before I could say anything however, two of our friends arrived and both gave me sly, knowing smiles.

Could it be either of them? Or both?

Sleep tight - Part 1

It's been a while since that incident where my partner's playmate came home with him to surprise me as I was tied up on the bed. What happened the rest of the night was fascinating in itself, but that's a story for another night.

As much fun as it was, we both didn't get too involved with third parties after that incident - at least not as a couple. There was that session with my online Dom but that was it as I recall. We've long established that we'd head out to look for our own thrills, although I was more than eager and satisfied to settle for just him.

Lately, however, he has been pretty busy and work has gotten him traveling quite a bit. In a way, it's good that we both get our space and I know that he enjoys getting some play outside of the city. This is especially so when his friends all know him to be the dominant one. After that last session, I've discovered that he's got a pretty submissive side that was waiting to come out as well. This also meant that he spent more time with me and less time searching for Doms when we're in town together.

It's Saturday morning today, and we've cleared the whole weekend out for play. We usually do this - cancel all appointments, and make no arrangements - whenever we can, especially if he's leaving on a trip. He's due to fly out on Sunday evening and has to get to the airport by 7pm to catch his flight. He'll be away for just about 10 days so we wanted to make sure we spent some 'quality' time together before he left.

The scene technically started a few days ago when he decided that in anticipation of our weekend play, I'd not cum for about 5 days. On Friday night, we went to watch a movie together and just as we were leaving, he thought it'd be fun to lock the CB3000 on me. I knew right then that the session would start on Friday night. But nothing happened. We came home, took a shower and went to bed. I'm pretty sure he slept well but I kept waking up from the discomfort of getting hard in the CB. Having not cum in 5 days, I was pretty horny by then.

He woke me up Saturday morning by pulling my hair and pushing me down to his crotch.

"Suck on it," he ordered.

Play time had started! I started giving him a blow job to "wake him up" and really went for it. Being locked in the CB has gotten me into a submissive state and I really wanted to please him. I didn't go easy on him, only because I knew that the hornier he was while we play, the more fun it is. What I didn't expect what that he'd suddenly pull out of my mouth, let out a loud groan and cum on my face.

I was shocked. He doesn't usually cum so soon because he would want to be horny for our play. At first, I thought it was because I went too fast, but it also dawned on me that he could have pulled out when he wanted to. But I soon forgot all about it when he used him cum and started tweaking my nipples. All I could do is moan.

Just as I was getting all aroused again, however, he sent me to wash up. As I dried off walking out of the shower, he was fully dressed in casual wear. He walked over to me and put a collar on my neck, and attached a leash. He then went on his knees and put an electro cock ring on me. It was strange that he was dressed casually but this meant that there was still more play.

"Whip me up some breakfast," he ordered. "I've got a conference call. When you're done, kneel by the dinner table and I'll come out when I'm finished".

It was a good thing that I finished cooking fast because he was done in less than 20 minutes. I hadn't heard him walk over, and only realized it when he grabbed on the leashed and pulled me up to my feet. We sat down and had breakfast silently. I judged his actions of the morning to mean that for the weekend, we weren't partners. He was my Dom and I was his sub.

Still, it was all very weird and nothing that we've done before. Our kinky sessions has always been affectionate despite him being strict. It was always playful, despite him being firm. Today was a whole different ball game and I wasn't sure how to react. I kept wondering what he had in mind store when I was snapped back to reality hearing him call out to me.

"Boy! Focus on me!"

"I'm sorry," I said and held my head down.

"On your knees," he just said without reacting to my apology. He then walked away and return putting a blindfold over my eyes.

He held me up and got me to stand and then cuffed my hands behind my back. Soon, I could feel him writing something on my chest before putting on nipple clamps. He then put something around my balls which felt damp. It was only when I felt him strap on the box to my waist that I knew it was the remove electro device. It was then that I knew he was dressing me up to head out.

As if reading my mind, I felt him uncuffing my hands and helping me put on a shirt. He buttoned it up and then took the blindfold off. Once my eyes got adjusted to the light, I noticed that he had laid out some clothes for me. He had a tie and a jacket ready (obviously to cover the collar) and a pair of slacks. It would appear that he wanted me in formal wear. He nodded to the clothes and I immediately went over to put them on.

The moment I was done, he dragged me to the front door and kissed me. As the fabric is light and he had not given me any briefs to wear, my CB was tenting in my slacks. He removed the leash, picked up a parcel and passed it over to me.

"Today, you're going to be my delivery boy. Take the care and deliver this parcel to my friend. His address is on the front. At no time are you to remove any item you have on you without instructions. Pass it to him and come straight back. If you're not back in an hour, I'm going to leave you in the CB until I come back from my trip. Understand?"

Afraid of any potential repercussions, considering his behavior all morning, I only nodded and walked out of the door and got into the car. I wasn't sure of the place so I had to use Google Maps to direct me. The app estimated that the drive would be less than 20 minutes each way which means that I would be able to get home under the hour without any problems as it was a weekend and therefore, less traffic. The app was accurate and within 20 minutes, I found myself outside of a very beautiful house.

I rang the doorbell and heard someone shout out, "It's unlocked. Come in". I hesitantly opened the door but there was no one in sight. "Lock the door behind you and come over here please!" I heard a voice coming from a room and I did as instructed. Sitting behind his table was a slightly older gentleman, probably in his late 30s or early 40s. He was dressed pretty casually and was very good looking. He turned away from his computer and removed his glasses when I walked in and remarked, "Nice package".

I could have sworn he was looking at my CB when he said that. The thought made me uncomfortable. Was I hard again and was it tenting in my slacks, I wondered to myself. I daren't look down in case it brought too much attention to myself. Flushed, I walked over to pass him the package as he was obviously expecting it.

But before I could take more than a couple of steps, he exclaimed," Stop!" I looked at him strangely, wondering what was going on.

"Unbutton your shirt," he said calmly.

"Excuse me?" I blurted exasperately.

"Don't make me repeat myself."

"I think you must be mistak ..." I responded by was cut off by this sharp pain around my balls. He just grinned and held up a device which looks like a small remote control.

"What's going on?" I asked again and felt another zap.

"I suggest you quickly unbutton your shirt," he instructed. Still in pain, panicking and scared, I removed it immediately, forgetting that I had my collar on under and words on my chest. It was only when he smirked did it occur to me to look down and read it. It read: "I'm horny, please edge me."

"Very well then," he said. "Take off your clothes and leave it on the chair there."

"I don't know what's going on but ..." I spoke again and immediately, he zapped the electro. Immediately, I did as told, finally realizing that I shouldn't be speaking. As I put my clothes down, he walked over my, pulled me by the CB and proceeded to unlock it. It was only then that I managed to relax - the only way he could have access to the key is if my partner passed it to him. I was half expecting him to pop up from the other room at any moment, but he didn't. The guy just put a leash on me and pulled on it, leading me out of the room, my hard cock throbbing in anticipation.

To be continued ...

Days are numbered

It was almost 8.15pm and I had dinner laid out on the table. My partner usually comes home from work about eight so I try to make sure that I've got it all prepared for him and taken a nice shower after so I can give him a refreshing hug after he comes home.

We've been together for six years now, and while there has been up and downs in our relationship, I still love him to bits. Every time I get angry with him, I remember the first time we met and the time he proposed, and I remember what a lucky person I am.

Tonight, though, he is a little late. He doesn't like me checking in on him too much so I don't bother calling him. Instead, I head online as I usually do while waiting for him for a bit of a chat with some friends.

It is only then that I noticed, at 7.45pm, that one of my oldest and more regular online friends had messaged me. I have known him for years, even before I got attached, and we used to play a little bit on cam but never in person, despite the fact that we lived in the same city.

"Put your gag on," he had said.

I don't know what got over me but I was so used to taking directions from him that I put my pecker gag on immediately and proceeded to let him know. The moment it went on, I knew what was up. Some days when I'm horny, if I'm done with my cooking early, I'd come online and play a bit. My regular Doms know to go along with it, instruct me to get myself in some sort of predicament and surprise my partner when he comes home.

Some days, when he's not really in the mood, he just puts the CB on me and says, "Let's have dinner". Other nights, he takes over - sometimes on the cam itself, sometimes he drags me to the bedroom - and we have a hot session. Either way, I got myself in that predicament and face the consequences of my actions.

"It's late though," I tell my buddy. "He could be home anytime, not sure I should be doing anything."

He just brushed it off and kept giving me more instructions. Wrist cuffs went on, a collar, ankle cuffs and then nipple clamps once my shirt was off.

"Now strip."

I was so horny by then that I didn't even realize that I had my CB on. I think he was surprised to see it as well.

"Now, that's interesting," he said and proceeded to ask me to furnish him with details about how the CB came on.

Two days ago, I had gotten really horny and decided that I would lock myself up. That is my way of telling my partner that I'm horny and up for play at some point. After being together for such a long time, we've created certain 'signals' to indicate interest. He doesn't always play with me immediately once he's seen it, preferring to make me wait until he is ready.

Last night, however, he did grab the keys for a bit just before we went to bed and I thought I was going to get some action. I kind of did. We started making out as he fumbled with the keys to unlock it and proceeded to edge me. I was moaning and groaning when he suddenly got a phone call. I knew I had to be silent but he kept stroking me.

When he realized I was close to cumming, he whispered, "I'm going to finish this call outside. Don't cum, you won't regret it."

The phone call went for 15 minutes and I just lay there. I was horny and frustrated as my cock started going flaccid. Just as it went all soft, he walked back in and saw me there. Before I could get my cock hard in excitement again, he said, "You seem to have lost interest, guess we'll just lock you back up." And he did.

Needless to say, I was horny all through the night and today.

Back to the present, my online buddy thought it was pretty amusing and proceeded to tease me verbally, getting me hornier and hornier.

He excused himself for a few minutes and I sat there edging myself when I received a text message from my boyfriend saying that he's working late. I was disappointed that he would not come back and see me in this predicament, but was totally enjoying chatting to my friend as well.

When my friend came back, and I told him what happened, he just smirked and suggested something else.

"Since you're not going to get any play tonight, you might as well cum for me tonight. Unlock yourself."

I'm not used to saying no to him so I did. I knew what was coming, however, and I was right. We spent about half an hour of edging, although he did excuse himself a few times but left what sounded like porn in the background as I could hear moaning.

When he was done with the edging, and I was on a high, wanting to cum so bad, he said:

"I think you should stop stroking now and get back in that CB. Your partner would appreciate it." I whined and complained a bit but I knew it wasn't going to change his mind.

Then he continued just as I'd gotten soft and put the cage back on but before the lock was in place, "I want you to used a numbered lock. We're going to punish your boyfriend for coming home late and that means he won't get to have sex with you for a couple of days because I will decide when you can remove the lock."

It wasn't something we've done before, taking my cam play into my relationship. But I was so horny, I agreed and the numbered lock went on. I saw him taking down the number so he would check on me over the next few days.

Just as I realized what a mess I've gotten myself into, and about to start panicking about what my partner would say, my online Dom said, "I have a surprise for you."

Before I could react, all I saw was movement as he moved his webcam to show his bed. And there was someone sitting on the bed, spreadeagled and watching me. Then it hit me - it was my partner!

"What's going on?" I exclaimed, not quite sure what was happening.

"A few days ago, I messaged you but your partner replied instead. He said you were out and we started chatting. He said he could never understand your obsession with cam play, although he is happy to indulge you because he wants you to be happy."

The story goes that my online Dom offered to show him by inviting him over to watch one of our sessions. Tonight was supposed to be the night, so it was all planned. He would only do it on one condition, however, and that was my partner had to be tied up the whole time while watching.

"We could have him jerking off to our show, now, could we? But he was moaning so much watch, totally getting off on watching you that I gave him a bit of an edging myself."

He then walked over to my partner, who's dick has gone flaccid following the conversation. To his horror, my online Dom put on a chastity device over his cock but didn't lock it. He then showed me the key and said:

"Here's the deal, and we'll only go through with this with your consent. I know how horny you are and how tempted you are to break that lock and cum. You're more than welcome to but for each time you break a lock, I'm going to keep your partner in the CB for an extra three days."

"Once you go by a whole week in the CB, I'll let him out. So, you could be a really good boy and stay locked for a week or break it, get your orgasm but make your partner suffer for it. Your call."

I looked at my partner and see the fear in his eyes. I feel my CB and I know it's filled to the brim. I was really horny and wanted nothing more than my horny partner with me.

"Go for it," I said. And the lock went click.