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.

Guess who? - The third to arrive

There was something familiar about the way he smelt but I couldn't be sure. He was very handsome and had a million-dollar-smile. He had gray hair, but it worked well on him. It went well with his beard. Almost like a silver fox. When he shook my hand, I melted immediately. He just exuded charm.

"Nice to meet you," he said. Then he turned to my partner and said, "You picked the right boy."

Was that a hint? I could have sworn he winked when he said that but I'm not sure if I am reading too much into it. The smell. The wink. Hang on. "Boy?"

Could he have been one of them?

Two other guest had arrived about 10 minutes before him, and I'd spent all the time trying to suss them out.

I had to guess who out of all the guests at the dinner table; one, two or maybe three out of everyone who was coming for dinner had possibly seen me naked, cuffed to the bed and helped unlock my chastity device for a clean. This cleaning happened once a week for three weeks while my partner was away for a month of work.

This way, I never got to cum in all the time he was gone and that I never touched myself. I didn't know who this person or these persons were. Arrangements were made for me to be in some form on self bondage while they can in to do what they needed to do and left. The last guy had a bit more fun - he came on me and edged me loads - before locking me back up.

Tonight, I had to guess who they were (or he is), otherwise, I remain locked up. I had just gotten a text to put on my chastity device before everyone started arriving. The problem is not all of these people there are our kinky friends so I had to be careful in my probing.

I haven't yet figured the earlier two out when this one arrived.

There was a tingling in my gut and crotch - I'm not sure if his presence got me horny or that my instincts were going on hyperdrive. All I know is that I've been in contact with this person before except I don't recognise him. How is that possible?

"Does your hubby still go for his runs? my partner suddenly asked him, with a smirk on his face.

A loud roar of laughter was the reply.

That laugh.

Could it be?

"Occasionally when I feel like it," he then said.

"When I feel like it?" I thought to myself.

No way.

I just stared at him. Then tried to imagine him without the beard and with darker hair. Then the laughter again. Oh gosh.

Way.

It almost felt like a different life and I had totally forgotten about it. I was much younger then, still at university. This was in the early days of the Internet so there was no smartphones, no Recon. This was the days of Gaydar.

I was initially afraid to put my face on my profile but he still messaged me. There was something about the profile, he said, that made him send me a message.

"Bound for life," my profile headline read and he was intrigued. Was it a subtle reference to BDSM, he asked.

It was.

He lived about two hours away from me but as a poor student then, I couldn't afford very much to make unnecessary trips. Also, while we were both kinky, it didn't appear from the outset that our interests matched. Still, we chatted for about six months, and occasionally jerked off on webcam, before we actually met.

The plan was for me to take the train to where he was to meet him for a drink. As friends, he had said. It was a particularly impulsive trip but I had a rough week at uni and wanted to get away. We had been chatting the night before - well, webcamming - and he suggested, after he had cum, that I don't and that I come by to pay him a visit. No expectations for play, he had said, but don't cum just in case you decide that you want to do something.

I went over for several reasons: first, we had chatted for a while and I counted him as a good friend so it would have been good to meet; secondly, I really needed to get away; and finally, I was horny. So what if we didn't have much interests in common.

He was the sweetest person I had met. He picked me up from the train station and we walked around the town all afternoon. Later, we went to grab a bite for dinner. Then had a couple of drinks. He bought the first two rounds so I wanted to buy him another, but he said that he had plans for the night so he shouldn't be drinking that much.

"You're welcome to stay the night if you want to," he told me. "Like I told you, no expectations."

I was horny so I only blushed.

"Well, it's a shame you have plans for tonight because ..." I trailed off. He knew immediately.

"Oh, I already had an idea of how to incorporate you into my plans."

It had been a couple of days since I'd cum, and with the edging session on cam the day before, I went hard immediately. He must have sensed because he said that we were to leave immediately and he just stood up. I blushed more as I raised to show something else that had risen up in the lower regions.

He laughed.

We didn't say anything more in the journey from the pub to his house. As I got out of the car, he grabbed my hand assuringly and said, "Trust me".

I saw a man sitting in the living room, the moment the door opened. He was handsome, chiseled and had a million-dollar smile. Upon noticing us, he walked over and introduced himself. When he shook my hand, I melted immediately. He just exuded charm.

And then I caught a whiff of him. He smelt amazing.

They sat me down and explained that they were partners and would often time incorporate a third into their sessions. If I was game, they said, then they would prep me for the night. I agreed.

My friend took me into his room to prepare myself. It was almost 11pm by then so I knew we had to rush. I was made to strip, take a quick shower and present myself back. When I returned, I saw several things on the bed.

There was a pair of rubber shorts, a collar, a gag, nipple clamps and wrist cuffs. He made me put them on one at a time. Then, he asked me to raise my hands and he cuffed my hands to some straps attached to the door.

His partner then came in, still smelling great, with a cup of water. Except that it was ice and immediately, they placed my balls in the cup. I yelp in surprise but it didn't take long before what they wanted to happen did. My cock went soft and on came a chastity device.

"Let's make it three days, shall we?"

While my friend put the device on me, his partner was fiddling with something else. The moment it was locked on, they turned me around and told me to relax and breath slowly. They were going to put a small plug in. Worried that it would fall out, they attached the plug to the chastity device using some sort of harness over the rubber shorts.

I was well geared up.

The key to the harness and chastity was then put onto a chain and placed around my friend's neck.

"Since he likes the outdoors so much, some nights I let him spend some time outside. Usually, he's only in a pair of shorts and sneakers with barely enough money to make a phone call. Tonight, he'll head out with one extra thing - the keys to your devices around his neck," the partner told me.

They escorted me to the car - still geared up like that - and we all got in. My friend was dressed in a T-shirt, running shorts and sneakers. I could see the chain with the keys showing around his neck. Then, a blindfold was put on him. Because I was gagged, I couldn't say anything. So he continued explaining.

"I'm going to drive him out to a strange location now. Once we get there, he'll take his T-shirt off and get out of the car and we'll drive home. When we get back, I'll put you to bed. Except that you can't remove any of those things before he gets home. If he doesn't arrive by 5am, then he'll be punished when he gets home.

"If he doesn't get back by 7 then he stays out for the rest of the day and you'll stay locked as well because I'm heading to work and you're not to let him in. It should be a fun night."

All I could do was stare at him through the rearview mirror. My cock tried to get hard in the cage but couldn't. I wanted to touch myself so bad but I just couldn't reach it the way he had my hands cuffed to the harness. I tried and tried the whole journey, just inhaling his scent that has since filled the car.

I cupped my CB in my hands and was shocked that I could even do it. Then I heard a cough and looked up. It was him. Smirking. Still smelling so good.

"You zoned out for a minute," he said. I then realised I was in the restaurant and everyone who had arrived on the table was looking at me. He looked down at my crotch, and back up at me. He smirked again. "Reliving fond memories?"

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.

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!"

Jealousy in a club

I was laying there still in shock. My partner's housemate had just walked in, put a gag on me and attached a vibrator to my cock while I was tied almost spread eagle. The wrist cuffs on my hands were attached to the bed by rope, and loosened but not enough for me to touch myself. My legs were still connected to the foot of the bed and the nipples clamps were still on.

The housemate walking in on me in this position had sent quite a shock through my system, but all I could think about was why he, too, was naked and had a CB around his cock. Because he had gagged me so quickly and left the room fast as well after telling me that I am to wait this way for my partner to return, I couldn't ask any questions.

The vibrations around my cock got me really horny soon enough though, and all I could think of was wanting to cum. But I knew that I was not allowed, and that the buzz wasn't enough to help me sustain too long an erection or fast enough to send me over the edge. It was there to serve as a reminder of my position as my partner's sub.

I started dozing in and out of sleep but woke up suddenly, when I heard a loud slamming of the door outside. It must have been the housemate again, and I started thinking about the events that lead to my current predicament.

But the more I thought of it, the more it occurred to me that I recognised the housemate from somewhere. Then it click.

It was a few weeks ago, the previous weekend visit I was making to see my partner. I had come on a weekend when there was a kinky event happening at a club in this city so I had brought my gear with me in my bag and met my partner at the club immediately after work on the Friday.

I had planned on wearing a lot of my leather gear that night but my partner obviously had something else in mind. The moment we walked in, he said, "Strip". I didn't want to but wanted to please him, so I did it quickly. It was a very embarrassing moment, we usually have a couple of drinks to lower my inhibitions before we start.

He stuffed my clothes into my bag and put a blindfold on me. He took me to a corner, told me to wait there, which he checked our stuff in at the coat room. He didn't even give me a chance to say hi to a couple of people I had recognised from a previous visit.

Within minutes, I felt a hand around my cock and I got hard immediately. I wasn't sure who it was but it felt good and I started moaning. Then I felt another set of hands playing with my nipples. I started panicking, not knowing who these people were. And where was he? Does he know that this was happening.

Just then, I heard him laugh and say, "I think we freaked him out enough guys." And he removed my blindfold. As my eyes adjusted, I saw two other people standing by me. It was the couple of guys who had played with me the last time. They were all laughing. I just blushed.

"Hi guys, having fun?" I asked, sheepishly.

As I said that, my partner took a gag from his belt (where he had attached a whole load of gear for the night) and put it in me. I was excited because this meant that I was going to get some play. As always, when I'm visiting, I don't usually cum for a few days before I arrive on his instructions so I was sufficiently horny.

Then, as he started attaching a collar and cuffs on my hands, he nodded to one of our friends who immediately started stroking me again. I was moaning and groaning into the gag, my body writhing from the pleasure. It wasn't long before he took me to the bar to get a drink and then to the sofa area where we both sat down.

He didn't say much as we sat there, just occasionally playing with my cock. I was oblivious to everything else that was happening as I had my eyes closed most of the time, enjoying the sensations from his hand.

It was only when he snapped his fingers that I opened my eyes, and saw this really hot looking guy dropping to his knees in front of my partner. He then leaned over to the guy and whispered into his ear and they had a conversation that I could not hear.

My partner then took his nipple clamps and placed it on the boys tits, and put the chain in between his teeth. "Pull on it," my partner said. The guy did so and winced from the pain. My partner then undid the guys jeans and he was naked. He was going commando.

The guy got his cock stroked a bit by my partner and started to moan through the chain. My partner pushed him down to his knees again and turned to me. "Take your collar off," he said, as he undid my cuffs. I did what I was told. "Now, the gag". I removed that as well.

What I had not expected was that he would take all of that off me and put it on the other guy. A pang of jealousy hit me. Here I was, with someone I was starting to date and starting to fall in love with, all naked in a club and this young punk was getting all the attention.

To make matters worse, my partner then passed me my glass of beer, some money and said, "Go stand by the bar there and enjoy your drink. Don't leave that bar until I tell you to." Flabbergasted, I just sat there and stared at him. "What are you waiting for?" he snapped. Hurt, I just stood up and walked to the bar as instructed.

At the bar, I looked around and noticed many people looking at me. I was one of the few naked people in the room, and standing alone just made me uncomfortable. But I was a bit embarrassed as well, so I started blushing.

I looked back at my partner and saw what unfolded afterwards. My collar was on the guy, and my cuffs held his hands behind his back. A ball stretcher had been put on his balls and he still had the chains from the nipple clamps in his mouth. He was on his knees as my parter started pulling at the clamps, stroking his cock and edging him, while also smacking his balls.

At some point, the pain must have gotten to him before he begged for permission to speak. My partner must have said yes because he took the chain out of his mouth and started talking. I couldn't tell what the conversation was but then my partner put the gag in his mouth. When the gag was one, my partner said something to him and the guy stood up and walked in my direction.

I panicked and looked down when we made eye contact. It was at that point that I realised I was still hard. As hurt as I was to be neglected, I was totally getting off on watching my partner play with someone else and I was extremely horny.

The guy didn't speak to me however. He went up to a few people, and through his gag, asked them if they had any poppers. I only knew this because he came up to someone else nearby me and mumbled his way asking for some poppers. The guy had it and passed him the bottle.

He then walked past me and went back to my partner. My partner gave him a couple of whiffs of the poppers before going back to the torture. The guy took it much better and before long, was moaning really loudly. In fact, half the club turned to look at them due to the volume of his moans. I suspected he was close to cumming.

This went on for a while - my partner likes to edge people, as I have discovered - and I was getting terrible turned on. It was like watching live porn with my partner as the star. My hand was just reaching for my cock when one of our friends came by me and said, "I wouldn't do that if I was you".

I knew what he meant. I hadn't yet got permission to touch myself. He did, however, give me a couple of strokes and I let a moan out of my mouth - all the while, my eyes still locked on my partner and that guy.

"You're really enjoy watching this, aren't you?" our friend asked. I just blushed. "I'm not sure if you're more turned on by what you are watching, or the fact that your partner just threw you the biggest mindfuck I've seen in a while."

I was confused, and asked, "What do you mean".

He replied: "He's got you in a corner watching him play with someone else. But they're not doing anything too serious, your partner is still fully clothed. It's the other guy who's getting the abuse. I would hazard a guess that this is your partner's plan for humiliating you in public. And... ," he continued as he gave my cock another couple of strokes, "I think you're enjoying it."

It only then hit me what game my partner was playing at. The relief, together with the sensation of having my cock played with and watching a the guy spasm as my partner finally let him cum, made my body shiver.

I was right at the edge of the orgasm and I didn't even realise it. Lucky thing, our friend did, and he removed his hand immediately and laughed. My partner just looked at me, looked down at my cock, looked back up and smirked.

I heard the door opened and I opened my eyes. My partner was standing there with the same smirk. He had come home from work. So, it wasn't the housemate who had slammed the door earlier - it was him.

Recalling that night, I had gotten myself excited and was raging hard with the vibrator still going. My partner looked at it, laughed, and said, "I see you're ready for the weekend." I moaned through my gag.

"I wonder what caused that. Could it be that someone was recalling the first night he met my housemate?" he asked and winked.

Sleep tight - Part 2

He dragged me out to the front door where I first walked in and told me to stand up straight, hands behind my head and legs spread wide. With the remote which controls the electro around my balls in his hands still, I didn't dare to disobey and did as I was told almost immediately. He smirked knowingly and I knew right then that he was a sadist. But now that I was less panicked and more calm, I could see that there was a kindness in his eyes which comforted me.

He untied something from his waist and very quickly lifted it to my face. It was a pecker gag. I'm not sure if it was the fear of him, or that I just love my gags, but I opened my mouth immediately for him to put it in place. Then I heard the click of a lock - it was a locking gag - which made me then realize it wasn't going to come off anytime soon. Needless to say, I got hard almost immediately. Seeing that, he grinned and started stroking me slowly. I was moaning so hard and could feel my cock throbbing from under his grip. It has been six days after all, and the events of the earlier morning with my partner before I showed up here had gotten me pretty worked up as well.

Before I got enjoy the stroking too much, however, he let go of my cock and slapped my cock several times. Then, he took a blindfold from his waist and covered my eyes as well. Then he took hold of the leash again and brought me into another room.

Within seconds, i felt him push me towards what felt like bars from a scaffolding. He lifted my arms up and made me grip on to the bars in a T position before tying them off. He then tied my legs to the bar as well. I forgot how hard I was until I felt his hands around my cock and balls as he removed the electro bands. I suppose that now I was restrained, i was at his mercy anyway and could not run very far away. While he was down there however, he started stroking me again, getting me horny and close to the edge. But like the first time, before I could get too close, he let go.

Part of me was rather disappointed at this, not because I was horny but I felt that he didn't know my body well enough to know that I wasn't exactly close. The problem I sometimes find with playing with Doms for the first time is that they tend to be really careful so as not to make you cum, but that is at the expense of getting really, really close to the edge which is what I enjoyed most. So I started trashing about in my bondage and humping the air to hint to him that I wanted more.

I only heard him snigger as he put on more ropes around my arms, leg and body. This time, I couldn't move even when I trashed. Next, he took off my gag and blindfold. But before I could adjust to the light, he put what felt like another pecker into my mouth, except this time, it was connected to a hook that he pulled over my head. I could no longer see and talk again, which got me really horned up so I just let out a moan. 

Then I felt his hands on my cock again and this time, it was cold and sticky. Lube! I started trashing in my bondage trying to indicate to him that I tend to cum really fast when my cock is lubed up but I could not move. I just moaned and moaned, hoping that he'd get the idea. But no luck. He just kept going and going as I moaned and moaned. I was just about to resign to my fate when I felt my balls contracting and the cum welling up. I bit into the pecker gag in anticipation of cumming but just at that moment, he let go! I roared into my gag in frustration, all I could feel was a couple of drops of cum dribbling out.

He did the same thing a few more times and all I could do was moan and growl. I was mistaken! He was an expert at edging and I've been fooled. I could only remain there helpless, wondering what my partner had in plan for the weekend, and who this guy actually is.

I didn't need to wonder for long. Just as the thought popped my mind, I heard a very familiar laugh.

"Having fun?" the voice said. It was my partner. So he has arrived!

The Dom tugged at the hood and the attached blindfold came off. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I found myself looking around for my partner but could not see anyone else in the room. Then I saw a computer screen with my partners face on Skype, and I am assuming he could see me too. As I was gagged, I couldn't respond so I just gave a whimper.

"Well, it's been almost an hour since you left the flat and seeing as you're not likely to be back in the next few minutes, I think you've missed your deadline,' he said with a smirk. Before I left, I was given direct instructions to return home within the hour without taking off anything he had put on me before I left. "I also told you that none of what you were wearing should be taken of, and I've been told that you undid your clothes voluntarily."

I panicked. I now knew it was a trap and I had fallen for it. I couldn't help but wonder how long it had been since he planned this series of events.

"So, here's the deal. Since you didn't fulfill your instructions, you'll need to be punished. Except that it won't be me who is punishing you, it's the kind Dom you have right next to you. He knows that you have to be at work by 8am on Monday morning, and in the parcel I made you bring to him is your work clothes. Have fun!"

And just like that, he disappeared off the camera and I was left there to wonder just what was happening to me. The Dom didn't say a word. All he did was put the blindfold back on me, and then soon after, I felt the CB come on. He slowly started to untie me and eventually took the hood off. Standing there naked in front of him suddenly felt very strange. I wasn't sure if it was because he was still dressed as casually as he was when I walked in, or because my senses were heightened now that I knew that I was at his mercy for the weekend.

"We've never done this before," I found myself blurting out to him as my eyes welled up.

He just grabbed me, hugged me and calmed me down. For reasons I couldn't understand, I just started crying. We stood that way for a very long time, me just blubbering and him just lending support. Eventually, I collected myself and gave him a weak smile, as a sign of gratitude. He smiled back, looking really kind, and dragged me into the kitchen on the leash and asking me to sit down before offering me a drink. He then grabbed my hand, and I was sure that he was about to utter consoling words. 

Instead he said:

"Once you're done with the drink, our weekend begins. The most basic rule, and you must take this very seriously, is that you are not to orgasm at all without my permission. I say orgasm because I know for a fact that you will be leaking tremendously this whole weekend, and you will have ejaculations. I suggest you try to minimize this as much as possible because I can assure you that you'll only feel hornier and more frustrated when it happens."

I nodded that I understood and he asked me to stand up. He removed the collar and for the first time in days, I was stark naked without any devices on me. This didn't last long as he immediately put on metal shackles around my neck, wrists and ankles which were all attached to each other by chains.

He then picked up a plate of pasta and put it on the floor. He told me that he's usually makes his subs eat out of a dog bowl but my partner had explained to him that I'm not into pup play. Still, I was not allowed to eat on the table with him and all meals have to be consumed while I was on my knees. I could only thing how humiliating and uncomfortable it would be but  it felt good knowing that my partner had discussed all my limits with him. 

By the time we were done with lunch, and I had cleaned up the kitchen and the dishes, it was already mid-afternoon. He told me that he had some work to do but he had a little entertainment in store for me. He made me sit on a sofa and turned on a video of porn. Before he walked out, he connected my wrist cuffs to my ankles to make sure that I wasn't able to touch myself.

"It's for your own good. Trust me, you don't want to get too horny before I start working on you," he advised before leaving the room. The video was a compilation of several edging and cumming scenes, which got me worked out pretty fast, especially with all the moaning. It was pure torture watching so many boys shooting when I couldn't touch my own cock and have not cum in days.

As the sun started to set, the video came to an end and he reappeared almost instantly. I'm not sure if he had timed it so accurately, or that he could hear that the video had ended, but he came in to unhook the wrist cuffs and attached them to the collar and undid the ankle cuffs. He then handed me a pair of leather shorts. As I put them on, I realized that they were chastity shorts and that I would be unable to stroke through them. Before he locked them up, however, he unzipped the front and my hard cock popped up.

He just grinned and started stroking me. Considering it was so soon after the videos, it didn't take very long before I was right at the edge and moaning, begging to be allowed release. He just laughed and smirked all the way through before he looked at me deep in the eyes and said, "I want you to cum now".

Realising what he just said, I thrusted my hips into his hands more frantically as ever as his strokes got stronger and faster. "I'm going to cum!" I exclaimed as my balls tightened and he waited for a split second after that before letting go. I trashed in my restraints and screamed. But he just zipped up the shorts and undid all the metal cuffs as if nothing had just happened. Still breathing hard, all I could do was look at him and wonder what I had done to my partner to deserve this punishment.

My Dom then explained that he was undoing the cuffs so that I had free movement to whip up dinner for the two of us. The chastity shorts was to make sure I don't touch myself while I'm in the kitchen. He would be preparing the room for our session tonight as I cooked and I was to call him when I was done. 

After about an hour, he walked into the kitchen, just as I was setting the plates - one on the table, and one on the floor. He smiled kindly when he saw this, and I knew that I did the right thing. Without saying a word, he just sat down for his meal and I went on my knees and finished my dinner off before cleaning up. Just as I was done, he put a blindfold on me and led me out of the kitchen. 

I then felt him push me towards a wall, except that it felt soft and cushiony. After he removed the shorts, he made me lift my legs into some sort of bag, which I soon realized was a sleeping sack. If I wasn't hard enough from horniness at that point, I got even harder as I've always wanted to try it. It must have been my partner's suggestion again!

Once the sleep sack was on, I felt him securing it tightly to the wall. He then put a heavy hood around me, but not before he gagged me. The hood was also strapped to the wall so I couldn't move an inch. Suddenly, I felt myself wall back and panicked for a second before I realized that he had actually strapped me onto what felt like a bondage table vertically before laying me down. 

"My favorite movie is on the telly at the moment, so you'll just have to entertain yourself," he told me. "But remember, there will be severe repercussions if you cum without my permission." Seeing as I was gagged, I knew that there was no way that I could ask for permission. I was also comforted by the fact that he probably would be too engrossed in the movie to pay any attention to me so I was just going to enjoy the solitude.

Or so I thought. Very quickly, I felt him unzip the crotch area of the sack and pulled my cock out. I felt him put something around my cock and then zipped it back up. I'm not sure if I heard the buzz first, or felt the vibrations, but he had put a cock vibrator on me. And although it was set at a very slow speed so as not to get me too close to cumming, it was enough to make sure that I couldn't do anything else but pay attention to my cock.

"Enjoy!" he shouted out and I heard his footsteps get softer as he walked further away.

To be continued.