Everyone watched in rapt attention as Nick’s cock swelled within the cage.
“For some men it’s necessary to use a prostate stimulator in the ass, but Nick generally doesn’t need that. He hasn’t been allowed to cum even once in the past two weeks.”
That information gave Jordan a pang of sympathetic pain.
Jordan figured what was going on was at least partially a show because it didn’t take Nick very long for his cock to swell unmercifully inside the metal cage and then he ejaculated.
It was the weakest, most pathetic ejaculation that Jordan had ever seen. It didn’t seem like Nick enjoyed it. The expression on his face was one more of pain than of relief, which only made sense since he hadn’t been able to get properly erect. The cum dribbled out of his cock weakly but there was plenty of it. Jordan found himself thanking his stars that he wasn’t in the same position as Nick.
But at the same time he was intrigued and wanted to know exactly what Nick was going through.
He didn’t tell this to anyone.
Jordan was still staring at the display when Rhette pulled at his arm. “Come with me,” she said and it took him a second to comprehend her actual meaning. “Riordan wants me to choose who is going to fuck me tonight.”
The first thought to enter Jordan’s head was that he wanted to fuck her right then and there, in the middle of the living room, everyone else around them be damned. He didn’t mind if they watched, but he wasn’t able to say that. He was ashamed of his desires.
She led him to a smaller room of the living room where two men and a woman stood waiting for them along with Riordan. They were all holding different spanking implements.
There was a high-backed chair in the corner of the room that Rhette mounted the wrong way and stuck out her ass. She hiked her dress up over her hips exposing her ass and red G-string. This was all done silently and as Jordan watched, one of the men approached her, brandishing what looked like a ping-pong paddle. He swatted her butt several times. The sounds of the impacts were like gunshots in the small room. When he was done, Rhette looked over her shoulder at him and sadly shook her head. He stepped back to the edge of the room, but continued to watch.
The woman was next.
She carried a thin cane just over two feet long. The sound it made as it cut through the air made Jordan’s heart jump. The bright red lines it left on Rhette’s ass were a stark contrast to the gentle pink the paddle had left behind. Rhette endured the punishment in silence but when it was over, she also shook her head at the woman who retreated to stand next to Jordan.
The last man held a belt. Jordan couldn’t tell if it was just a plain leather belt repurposed as a tool of sexual torment, or a specially made device. It didn’t matter. He lashed out with it several times, further abusing Rhette’s ass, but he finished the punishment by twisting his wrist and bringing the belt up between her legs. She jumped and let out a little cry.
It was a cry of pleasure. Jordan was more than familiar with Rhette’s vocalizations during sex.
This time when she turned around, a smile was on her face. All she said was, “Yes.”
The man went down to his knees and yanked down Rhette’s G-string. Rhette leaned further forward and moved her knees further apart. It was all happening so quickly. The man’s pants were opened up and down around his knees and his hard cock was pressing into Rhette’s pussy before Jordan knew what was happening.
Rhette moaned appreciatively.
“She’s quite a woman.”
Jordan tore his eyes away from the sight of his girlfriend being fucked by another man to glance at the woman who had moments before caned Rhette. She was blandly pretty with brown hair cut into a bob, a white shirt that showed off her cleavage and tight black pants. “Yes,” he agreed, not knowing what to say.
“I’d have loved to have fucked her.”
“I have fucked her,” Jordan said to fill the silence. He wondered if she was serious about having sex with Rhette.
“Nice,” she said. “I’m Mo. Maureen.”
“Jordan.” He put his hand out to shake hers in greeting, but she ignored it.
“Mind if I suck your cock?” she asked while going down to her knees.
He didn’t have enough time to form an adequate answer. She knew what she was doing and had his pants open and cock out in short order. Without meaning to, his cock quickly got hard as she started sucking and bobbing her head back and forth.
Not knowing what to do, Jordan looked up from Mo fellating him to Rhette who was getting fucked from behind by the other man. She caught his eye and smiled. Jordan closed his eyes and focused on the sensations Mo was giving him. He knew he wouldn’t take much to cum and he desperately wanted to fill her mouth.
Part Five
Chapter Sixteen
“You’re not upset?” Jordan asked, amazed. They were driving home from the party and his emotions seesawed back and forth between elation and shame.
“No. Of course not. I wanted it to happen.” Rhette was strangely blasé about what they had done. “What did you think was going to happen?”
“I…I honestly didn’t know.” She nodded and shifted in the seat. “How can you sit down?” he asked. He had seen how the three strangers had paddled her ass. It was bright red and striped with the aftereffects of the caning, and yet Rhette still wanted to be fucked.
“You get used to it,” she smiled at him. “And lucky for you and me, I like it.”
“How can you like it?” he asked, still surprised at her proclivity for pain. “I mean…it hurts.”
“How can you like the idea of getting your cock locked inside a tiny little cage?” she asked him.
Jordan looked at Rhette is surprise until she indicated he should be watching the road and not her. “Why would you ask that?” he asked, trying to turn the conversation.
“Because I saw you watching Helena put Nick’s cock into his chastity cage. I could tell you were hard.”
He dodged the question. “I was just…I just reacted to the situation.”
“Do you want to try it?” she asked casually and once more he discovered that Rhette could easily stun him into silence.
“No…”
She laughed at him but didn’t push the issue. For that, he was grateful.
The truth of the matter was, he found it thrilling to watch another man fuck Rhette, even though he wanted her all to himself. The truth was, he loved getting a blowjob from Maureen as he watched that man fuck Rhette. And the shocking truth was that he couldn’t get the image of Helena locking up Nick’s cock in the metal chastity cage and making him cum with a vibrator.
He didn’t want to admit it to himself, but trying something so kinky and so dangerous and so transgressive…
It was something he knew he couldn’t leave alone.
Rhette surprised Jordan when they arrived back at her house. It was easy for her to surprise him; he was getting used to it. “Come in with me?” she asked. It was a casual invitation and it wasn’t terribly late, not for a date night. She lived in a safe area and there was no reason for her to be worried about mythical prowlers or burglars.
“Sure.” It was the gentlemanly thing to do.
The moment they got inside her house, she was all over him, kissing and hugging and groping. He didn’t mind it, he just hadn’t expected it.
She was tugging at both his clothes and his body, encouraging him to come back to her bedroom. Jordan was out of reasons to resist. He just went along with her, arriving at her bedroom nearly naked and was happy to pull her dress up over her head, revealing her ample tits unimpeded by a bra along with her tiny panties. At some point after getting fucked by the stranger who had lashed her with his belt, Rhette had put back on her G-string. He liked that she wore such tiny undergarments. Maybe he still held onto some schoolboy fantasy of having a girlfriend with slutty panties, but he had to admit her ass always looked good in a thong or G-string. Maybe it was larger than most men liked, but Jordan just loved
her all the more for her generously proportioned ass.
“I want to fuck you,” she whispered in his ear as she pulled him to the bed. They collapsed on the mattress with her underneath him. Rhette used her hands and bare feet to push down his underwear, freeing his cock that was already proudly standing erect. That was one of the reasons she kept him around, Rhette mused as she ran her fingers along his length. A young man had little trouble in getting it up. Riordan might have been a good lover, but it took effort to get him hard and even when he was up to the task, he wasn’t nearly as hard as she wanted him to be. A well-muscled man with an iron bar for a cock would be perfect for her.
“I got that impression,” Jordan answered as he got between her legs. She pulled his cock so that the head nestled against her pussy and he could feel she was wet.
That’s what made him pull back just a bit. Was she wet with her desire or was she still full of that other man’s cum. He remembered what they had done just a few hours earlier. Was this the life he wanted to have.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, plainly annoyed.
“Is this what you really want?”
“I’m still fucking horny and my ass is still sore, so I don’t want to be spanked, but I would like to get fucked, so yes.” Her eyes narrowed. “Why? Is there a fucking problem?”
“Uh…no, but we both…we both…you know, we both had sex with other people an hour ago.”
“So?”
“Just…is this what we’re going to be?”
“Yes,” she said firmly, definitively. “And if you can’t deal with it then…” She trailed over. Her hand was still on his cock. She reached lower, over his balls to grasp the root that secured his organ to his body. She pulled him forward. “It looks like you want to fuck me,” she said.
Jordan wanted to resist, but then realized he had the opportunity to fuck a beautiful and sexually voracious woman. He wondered why the hell he was resisting. Allowing her to pull his cock into her body was an easy decision.
“Jesus I love it how you fill me up,” she moaned as he thrusted into her several times. It was an automatic response; he couldn’t help himself.
“It’s good,” he agreed, already too far gone to give it any real thought.
She didn’t let him thrust into her for very long before she pushed back and made them roll over together. It wasn’t often that she had the desire to ride on top of a man. While she wasn’t that big, she was big enough and she knew her ass was bordering on huge, but guys seemed to like watching her as they fucked. They liked playing with her tits and she liked having her tits played with.
“You like this?” she asked him, slowly rocking her hips back and forth as his hands instinctively came up to cup her breasts and pinch her nipples.
“Yes,” he moaned. Her pussy wrapped around his cock, warm and wet. Her weight pleasantly pressed down on him and he lost himself in her tits.
“We’re going to do this,” she told him.
“Uh-huh,” he absently agreed. Even though he had received a blowjob an hour earlier from Mo, the slutty woman who had caned Rhette and then wanted to fuck her but was rejected, his body—and his mind and heart—still desired Rhette. He couldn’t deny it to himself or to her and now he needed to reconcile his needs with his reality.
“You’re going to learn to properly spank and fuck me,” she told him, grinding down on his cock, “and you’re going to love it.”
He would have agreed with her, but at that moment his orgasm started and words truly failed him.
Chapter Seventeen
“I don’t know if this is a good idea or not,” Rhette said as Riordan admitted her to his house. “I mean, I do have a boyfriend and you are married.”
Riordan scoffed and shook his head at her. “And yet here you are. Or aren’t you the same woman I saw two days ago getting fucked by my good friend Chris while her boyfriend—is that what you’re calling him now?—was getting a blowjob from Mo?”
“No, that was me…and Jordan.” She tried a smile that was supposed to be sweet and innocent but she was sure it came off a lot more lascivious than she wanted. “You were watching me?”
“Everyone who wasn’t busy was watching you. The doorway was crowded.”
“Really? I didn’t see you there.”
He guided her into the living room where the weekend’s debauchery had taken place. It was spotlessly clean. He must have had a very good cleaning service.
Riordan indicated that she should sit. “You were occupied.”
“Not the entire time,” he said smoothly.
She knew people and Riordan well enough to know he was hiding something. Her eyes quickly scanned the room but didn’t detect what she was looking for. “Where are the hidden cameras?” she asked.
“Would I really do something so sleazy as to break the trust of my guests?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said flatly.
His smile told her everything she needed to know. “You know me too well.”
“Where are they?”
“Well hidden,” he said. “It’s amazing what you can get for cheap security cameras nowadays.”
“And you used them to watch me?” she asked.
“Well…yes. Actually, during the party I was fucking a woman that I believe works with my wife. I watched you getting fucked later on. I’m not ashamed to admit that I beat off to it.”
His admission made her feel proud. For no good reason she trust that he wouldn’t do anything untoward with the recording of her and the party. “So did you invite me over here for an afternoon fuck or was it something else?”
“Can’t it be two things?” he asked.
Her smile was cautious and knowing. “What do you want, Riordan?”
“I’ll come right to the point.”
“Great. I have a class to teach in an hour. Very little time for a fucking or a spanking.”
He nodded and glanced once out the window and then turned back to her. “I want you to be my slave.”
Although she understood the words, Rhette heard herself saying, “Come again?”
“I often do with the right woman. But that’s not what you meant. I’d like you to be my slave. Sexual slave, obviously. Consensual. I think we’ll both enjoy it.”
“What? Why?” Rhette knew exactly what Riordan was asking, but she didn’t want to give him an answer. She needed to clear her head and think because it was too much stress to deal with because she hadn’t foreseen him asking this question. It would have been understandable if he had asked her to be his regular lover while remaining married to his wife. That she would have said yes to because she knew herself better now. She even would have understood and said yes to a proposition from him asking her to regularly submit to spankings, canings, and paddlings from him. Even making it an exclusive relationship. She would have understood if he had asked her to break off her relationship with Jordan because he wanted her all to himself.
But…sexual slavery? The idea was thrilling at first blush, but while she knew she most definitely had submissive tendencies, she had never seen herself as a slave, a complete submissive. And the idea was still exciting as she examined it, but ultimately she knew what the answer was going to be.
But that didn’t mean she couldn’t contemplate the idea.
He answered her blurted questions. “Because you are beautiful.” Right away she knew he was lying or exaggerating, but she let him continue. It was nice to be flattered. “Because I can’t resist a woman with red hair and freckles. Because you and I both know you are submissive and I’m sure I can make you more submissive and we’ll both like that. Because it is a pleasure to spank you and I want to keep that pleasure entirely to myself. Because you are a woman who needs to be spanked and I’m certain I’m the man who can do it the right way for you. Because my wife has given me permission to take a slave and she rather likes you and she knows if you’re my slave you’re essentially hers as well and she’s eager to fuck you again. Shall I go on? I can gi
ve you more reasons.”
Rhette shook her head, her long red hair touching her cheeks. For the first time in her life she wished it was curlier because that would have helped hide her expression. She was flattered and wanted to say yes, but knew she was going to say no. What she wanted was less concrete reasons as to why he wanted her as his slave and a single reason for his motivation. Everything he had said up to that point was true, but he was still hiding something.
“I’ve never seen myself as a slave,” she said dodging the question.
He waved his hand, dismissing her concern. “It’s just a title I like. It enhances the idea that you’ll be submissive to me and I’m in charge. When I call you for sex, you come. We can work out details later, but I wanted to ask you first if you were open to the idea.” He smiled, confident she would say yes, but giving her time to come to that decision. Pushing wouldn’t help. Persuading wouldn’t help.
“I’m not sure I like the idea,” she said hesitantly.
“Being the object of someone’s sexual desires? I can make you feel fulfilled, both spanking you and fucking you…and you can make me fulfilled as well because I like to paddle your ass and I like fucking you.”
“But when you call, I have to come running?”
“Yes.”
“I’m not sure I like that idea.”
He smiled and patted her hand. “I think you do. I think you’ve decided to say yes, but you haven’t found the courage to say the word yet.”
“And you’re going to give me time to find that courage?”
“Yes.”
It was the worst class that Rhette had ever taught. She was distracted and unfocused. The class sensed it and was unsettled the entire hour she was explaining the more complex parts of college algebra. It was terrible. She let the class out fifteen minutes early and it was still excruciating. She would have rather have taught the class with an ass bright red after the worse paddling of her life.
As she reflected on that idea, it occurred to her that maybe that wasn’t such a great idea. There were a few attractive men in the class who she would have gladly fucked if her ass was aching from a paddling.
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