Never Too Late For RevengeSubmitted by: IntriguedWriter
THE PRIVATE GARAGE
Pete walked alone through the underground car park garage till he spotted what he had been told to look for. There, to the left of the elevator when walking towards it, was the pillar he was to secure himself to. His eyes had already been searching for anyone who may be watching and had found nothing. They wouldn't either, for he was being watched by cameras which were set up to capture his voluntary self-bondage to this pole.
Silently he put the bag he had been instructed to bring on the ground and then slowly undressed till he stood bare ass naked bar the contraption which was securely locked about his scrotum. He thought about it now, the device which had punished his manhood and which he himself had affixed over his penis and behind his balls some seven weeks ago. His anger growing, he looked down at his feet before carefully stepping upon the sharp bits of plastic which adorned the upside down carpet protector like the ones used under office chairs. He winced as the spikes bruised his tender soles. Next he cuffed his ankles close together, looking down to see the heavy chain already locked around the base of the pillar. He padlocked his ankle cuffs to the pole, stood up and completed his self-bondage just as he was instructed to.
Reluctantly he affixed the training harness ball gag into his mouth and around his head, followed by the handcuffs he attached to one wrist. Next went the chain about the pillar and his waist, then another one around the pillar and his neck. Next came the canvas type hood over his head, the chain to close it tightly about his neck. Finally his hands went behind the pillar where the loose cuff was clicked shut about his other wrist.
As he stood there, the beginnings of an erection straining to happen inside the chastity device which punished his cock so many times each day, his mind tried to clam this involuntary reaction for he knew what awaited him if he swelled at all. The device locked about his cock was (as he had recently discovered), a very expensive and customised version of the CB3000 type of curve device. Locked behind his balls and around the base of his cock was a solid tungsten steel hinged ring. The cage which held his cock captive was plastic inner with an outer covering of the same hardened steel shell. The inside of the cage had sharp protrusions which almost punctured his cock anytime he thought of anything erotic, as well as during the night when he awoke writhing in agony from the erections trying to occur.
His mind drifted back to that fateful night all those weeks ago at the party. He had awoken feeling a fair bit worse for wear with memories of showering naked with a gorgeous blonde. She had seemed to take a liking to him even to the point of caressing him through his pants while they mingled and danced. His memory became clouded after that point, but he surmised it had been a successful night even though he failed to recall much else about it. He also recalled calling for a taxi home having excused himself from the hosts after being discovered naked in their bath tub. He had spent the day recovering, only to hear his doorbell ring that evening. Looking into the video phone link to the apartment, he had seen a latex clad womanly figure placing an envelope into his mail slot. Composing himself, he had slipped downstairs to retrieve the envelope before fixing himself a drink and seating himself to open it. He wondered if maybe it was the blonde from the night before who had dropped off this envelope. He wondered that maybe they would have another chance, one when he would be more with it, so he could properly demonstrate his mastery of pleasuring the fairer sex. What he discovered was nothing like that..
After pouring himself a hard to swallow drink, he sat down, lit a smoke and opened the envelope. As the pictures came into view, he spat the smoke out and gasped for air. He, the master fuck-stud from his high school days onwards, was pictured naked in the bathtub with a man sucking on his dick! To top it off, in another, he was blindfolded and seemed to have an erect cock in his hand! He also had cum or whatever all over his chest.
When he recovered from the images before his eyes, he read the note included with the images of his seemingly homosexual experience. The note simply said that he was to await the delivery of a parcel, and that he was to be online, 3 days hence - to enter a certain FemDom Chat room promptly at 8-00PM with the nic of bad-weeny... He was also to await his instructions and NOT to open the parcel which would be delivered or else the images of the "fairy cocksucker" would be posted all over the internet, as well as being emailed to every known email address for his work.
The parcel arrived 2 nervous days later, with him having taken the day off work just in case someone else got a hold of whatever it was he was having delivered. The parcel had no return address, and he remembered that he was NOT supposed to open it, and somehow he managed to contain his curiosity.
Angrily he sat there in the chat which he entered at 8-00PM as instructed, he waited to cop ridicule because of his nic. However, he was basically ignored bar a couple of welcome messages. He was considering leaving, when a message appeared on the screen from a person with the nic of YourDestiny. The message was addressed to him, and asked if he had received his parcel.
He nervously replied that he had in fact received the parcel.
Next he saw, "bad-weeny, how dare you address your Mistress so rudely".
His eyes went wide at this treatment by the stranger.
Next he saw - "You should have said - I have received your gracious gift in the mail MISTRESS". Try it again, and do not fail to impress me or else I will spread around the images of your night of indiscretion.
This couldn't be happening he thought. Not here, in front of other people who even now were typing less and beginning to watch the exchange between himself and the stranger.
Nervously he typed - "Yes Mistress, I have received your gracious gift in the mail Mistress".
The reply came back with a request to turn on his web-cam so she could view the next part as proof he was being obedient.
Reluctantly he did as requested.
She then requested he open the parcel and get himself naked before her on the cam. She reminded him for what she said was the last time of the photographs of the weekend which brought about the situation he was now in, and that one wrong word or move and she would do with them exactly as she had said.
He nervously replied, "Yes Mistress".
Where before there had been anger, now there was embarrassment and fear.
Most of the others chatting had stopped typing now and had also invited others in to witness this exchange. He felt like simply telling her and them to fuck off, but he feared the consequences too much to do this. So he obeyed.
He did as he was told and opened the parcel in front of the camera, still not sure what it was. When he had all the parts on the desk in front of him the penny dropped as they say and he realised it had to be something to go over his penis.
Following her instructions he tried the various sized rings until he could tell her this one was tight enough. She had then instructed him to get the one size smaller to use.
Finally he had this one in place, then came the ordeal of getting his cock into the plastic and steel tube which was soon to imprison his cock.
By the time she was done viewing him and instructing him, he had the ring on very securely, plus a semi-circle thing she called points of intrigue, the correct length spacers and the cage portion as well. All that remained she said, was to secure the lock in place and then he could take the time to examine his new custom made chastity device.
As he clicked the lock shut it dawned on him fully that maybe he should have tried begging or enquiring why she was doing this to him. He also found that once this concentration on the on-screen trauma and fitting was over, he was beginning to become erect. No sooner had that thought hit him, than he felt the sharp spikes on the inside of the plastic beginning to pain his cock. He also discovered due to the curve in the tube portion, it would be impossible to become erect, even if the cage had been made larger in order to allow this.
His hands went down between his thighs as he tried to avert the throbbing in his confined cock. When he looked on the screen, there he saw she had typed what was happening to him on her screen even now, as she was viewing him on the web-cam.
She then typed his first orders - what he was to do every night at 8-00PM till 10-30PM in this chat room. He was to enter, and to tell everyone that he was looking for his Mistress, who had locked his tiny little cock in a chastity device in order to correct his nasty habits of sleeping about, with anyone, any sex, anytime.
She also said he was to tell the members in the chat room about how he had been an abuser of women since his teenage years in school, and had continued to treat them as things to be used, right up until Mistress caught him out in a homosexual fling and decided to lock his bad-weeny away in this chastity device. He was also to treat the women in the chat room with the utmost respect and to think of every one of them as being vastly superior to him.
He read what she typed in absolute shock but somehow managed to contain it and type, "Yes Mistress".
Finally asked him to repeat his orders, plus what would happen if he failed to comply.
He typed back that - "Mistress, I am to come here to this chat room every night at 8-00PM until 10-30PM and to tell people I am looking for my Mistress who had locked up my tiny little cock to correct my nasty habit of sleeping about with anyone, anywhere and anytime".
He hit enter then added, "I have been an abuser of women and treated them poorly since my high school days and have to learn to treat them all with much greater respect as they are superior to me".
Immediately she typed back, "Tell everyone about your Saturday night bad-weeny. Tell them about your little homosexual fling, and be very careful what you say or else".
He was beside himself. He knew he needed to buy himself more time, but it seemed that with every minute he was digging himself a deeper hole to get out from.
He watched the words appear on screen as he tried to stay composed. He viewed his words now as if they were being typed by someone else, rather than himself as he saw - "Mistress, on Saturday night I had hoped to sleep with a gorgeous blonde, but instead had too much to drink and ended up making a mistake with a man whom I do not know and awoke later, naked and blindfolded in the bathtub".
Finally she had typed...
"I will be here again in three weeks time at 8-00PM with additional instructions for you. Meanwhile you are to do as instructed and remember that even when I am not here, others will be reporting to me regarding your adherence to my orders. One transgression and you will never hear from me again and I shall do as I promised. See you in 3 weeks bad-weeny"
With that she was gone!
THE LESSONS BEGIN.
Gone! She can't be gone he thought to himself. Then reality hit home as he looked at the device about his cock and balls. What if she never returned? How would he remove the device, who could he see to try to have it removed? It certainly looked secure, too secure for he himself try to remove it.
The next thought which went through his mind was how the heck was he going to get any sex? He was definitely not getting any sex with this on. Plus, how could he even masturbate? The thoughts of sex then had him beginning to get erect, which immediately brought to light the next problem. Any kind of erection caused the sharp spikes to pain his cock tremendously. It was now that the anger surfaced. Anger at the bitch, and anger at his own stupidity for letting her get this far. But what could he do? If those images of him were to be shown about, his reasonably high profile life would be in tatters.
The words on the screen brought him temporarily back to reality. People asking him questions. Women asking him if he really was a user and abuser of women. Then he saw that he still had another hour he had to remain in chat, till 10-30PM. It was then that he almost cracked. Tears seeped from his eyes as he did his best to be respectful to the women and to be humble in answering the questions about his wicked ways of the past. He tried not to think about having to do this every evening. Finally he logged off the chat at 10-33PM.
This torment continued every night and if anything, grew worse as his inability to masturbate, or even get an erection seemed to become the topic of choice each night. Other dominant women would tease him, both erotically and then tauntingly. They even had some of the men asking him about his problems, such as the morning erections in the cage, and the spikes which pained him every time he became even partially aroused.
Making it through each day at his work became increasingly difficult. Aside from the fact that he now had to be seated in order to pee, there were many other things which made his new chaste life difficult. His job was in sports management and artists promotions. His clients were reasonably elite professionals and the office was always busy with the rich, famous and beautiful coming in for contract discussions and the like. The women who worked around the office were mainly young, vibrant and sexy. Walking past them caused him many new concerns. He started to really notice the finer details about them all. The way they walked, their smiles, their hair, and whenever he was unlucky enough, the varying scents of their perfumes. Unlucky because even a faint whiff of their scents would see his cock struggling to become erect. This meant he had to race off to the gents room, there to seat himself upon the toilet until he could coax his throbbing would be erection to subside.
The next two weeks seemed to drag on for all eternity. Being used to erections many times a day, masturbating often and still getting plenty of sex - this enforced chastity had him in all sorts of strife. Friday brought his next major challenge. The night before in the chat, he had been doing as instructed when a message appeared on screen for him. It was almost his 10-30PM sign out time. The sender said she had received additional instructions from his Mistress which he was to follow without delays or any deviations, else his fate would become much more grim than he could ever have imagined. Respectfully he answered the message with "Yes Mistress Yvette, what are my instructions Ma'am".
The answer came by way of a file transferred through to him, a letter with his instructions.
He thanked the Mistress once again, then respectfully said his parting goodbyes and exited the chat so he could read the document.
He sat there dumbstruck as he read what he had to do.
There had been a small obscure website set up on his behalf the document had said. It was a message board primarily. He also had to print off at least 50 copies of a document which was effectively a grading sheet. He was to hand 10 copies each of these to the women he would be tasked to select both at work and outside of work. They were to receive these before the end of the weekend. He would explain to them that he had sought out some special male sexual behaviour therapy to assist him in improving his attitudes towards women. Part of this therapy was a request from his female instructor to have these handed to a select few women who knew him. His therapy would be aimed at making him a better man, one they would be asked to help turn into the perfect gentleman to work with. The document was part of a test which they were encouraged to take an active part in. The test would allow them to take note of his behaviour and record things on the pages he gave them. He was also to give them the website address so they could sign in and post messages on the message boards there for the others to read and reply to as well.
The instructions also told him that he was to tell each lady he chose that he didn't want any mercy as the behavioural modification therapy needed their accurate assessment of his attitudes and actions in order to be effective. Worse still was the fact that they were permitted to talk amongst themselves on the message board and were even actively encouraged to flirt with him as often as they liked in order to test his new found desire not to think of women in his old sexual way. Especially simply because they enjoyed a little flirtatious behaviour with him. The website and the document he was to copy and give to them also stated these things. It also cited that habitual flirting is one of the best methods of putting his willpower to the test.
He thought of his locked up and tormented cock straining to become erect as these women were asked to flirt with him many times a day. His hand went down there and he groaned at the thought. Finally, the document said there would be 3 women from the office, and 2 had to be from other areas of his life. He was to give each lady a package with 10 copies of the grading sheet so they had plenty of space to detail his failings.
The PS on his main page of instructions then gave him one final thing to do. He was to go down to his mail box and retrieve the new parcel which was there for him. He put a shirt on and hurried down to the mailbox in the hope of finding the delivery woman still there. Alas, she was gone, but his parcel was there just as the other Mistress had said.
He raced back to his apartment and opened the package to find 5 smaller sealed ones inside, each numbered 1 through 5. They were in a bag which implicitly instructed him NOT to open any of the 5 packages, but that he was to give one each to every one of the five ladies at the same time as he gave them their pages to document his behaviour.
He sat back in his chair, plainly in shock at this new and serious request. Once again he pondered his predicament and after contemplating it over a couple of hasty drinks, he realised there was truly no way to defeat the woman whom had put him into this dire predicament. He was committed to doing as ordered, lest he truly face immediate ruination and ridicule. He would have to pick 5 women, then be continually nice or face much more dire circumstances than this simple humiliation of being nice to them.
The final pages in this package which he had to provide to the women had one last twist which he would have to deal with. They outlined the fact that seeing as he was in a sexual relationship with his therapist, she had taken special measures to ensure he would truly work at improving his behaviour. To that end, each woman had in her special parcel a small padlock with a key. The key was diamond encrusted gold and it was hers to keep as her thanks for participating in this male training program. The padlock had a number on it and she was only to hand the lock back to Pete once she was satisfied he had truly become the perfect gentleman to work with. Respectful at all times, courteous, helpful, subservient even, the letter suggested. He should open doors for them, ask if they want coffee when he goes to the kitchen himself, even asking if he could be of any assistance around their homes. For this is the way that men should be trained, so they make good husbands and fathers the letter said. Thus, it was ONLY when they felt he had made remarkable grounds towards these goals, plus seemed to have truly changed, that he should be given the padlock back.
Pete knew what women were like. Their curiosity would have them enquiring what on earth the locks symbolised. That wasn't all, they would now tell everyone that he was involved in a relationship, which of course he wasn't. This meant even when he was free of the damned device, he would still have to pretend he had been in one, which now was over and he was back to his old self. Damn, he thought. But by this time, they will be getting used to a sissy weakling of a man, not the real sex stud which he knew he truly was.
The last page was directed for himself alone. Though they were numbered 1 through 5, on each lock was a number anywhere between 7, and 77. Each time he received one of the locks, he was to affix it to the ring embedded in his cock cage, just on the underside of the tip. The first went closest to his scrotum, the final 5th one, right near the tip.
Yes, they would add some weight, pain his balls, maybe rattle together at times, and certainly they held the last remaining surprise part of his captivity. For when he received the final lock from the last lady to think him reformed, on that lock, would be a number. The number of course was random between 7 and 77. That number, was the number that corresponded to a particular set punishment or reward. The last padlock he affixed to his cock cage would hold the key to whether his remaining time in chastity would be pleasant, or very harsh.
Immediately his mind did the sums. He had already gone almost 3 weeks without any erections or orgasms. If any of the girls held out on believing him to be truly reformed, it could be another month before he got all 5 locks back. It could be almost another month or more without an erection or an orgasm! He desperately sat down and finished off his drink as he contemplated that which his mind could not truly fathom. It hadn't even been 3 weeks and already he was going out of his mind. How could he last 3 times that long? Then, to add to the dilemma, some stupid number on a lock would decide his fate. Whatever had he ever done to deserve a fate like this, he thought.
He immediately set about making another drink before calming himself to decide who the 5 ladies would be (with a couple in reserve in case a couple declined). He decided to rate them out of a possible top score of 5, for ease of manipulation to his charms and will. His list ended up penned something like this;
At this point his mind had stayed too long on the attributes of the prospects. His cock had began to get spiked by the nasty sharp bits down the length of the tube. He reached down to his cock, squinted his eyes as he desperately thought of snowboarding, cycling, the boring times he had dealing with the petty imbecilic sports people who had managed to make him so rich. Finally after crouching over and racing to get a drink, his mind relaxed and he was able to settle back to the task.
His list complete, he smiled to himself as he downed the last of the drink before going through the now troublesome ritual of showering and drying off his caged cock. He drifted off to sleep finally, secure in the knowledge that the women he chose for the task shouldn't present him to much of a problem. After all, they all wanted to be with him and to please him, didn't they..
BACK AGAINST THE POLE
His mind snapped back to the present time as he heard the elevator doors open and the click of heels on the harsh concrete beside him. He stiffened as he felt the stare of the one who stood before him. Finally she spoke.
"Well well, what a pitiful sight you are", she said.
She looked down at his caged cock and trapped balls, then asked him if he would get a painful erection if she teased his erection starved little dick.
When he was slow to try to respond either by nodding or trying to speak, she reached down and with both hands gave his balls a good squeeze so they crushed together. His grunt and then long painful moans told her she had 100% of his attention.
"Tonight is the night you have been waiting for, isn't it", she said.
"The night you finally get to have the cage off your bad little weeny", she continued. "However, before you are permitted to touch your dirty little cock, there are some additional treatments and preparations which need to be made".
He wondered what these may be, but didn't have to wait long to find out.
She told him what would be happening next and added that for his own good, he had better have given himself the 4 enemas as she had ordered. He nodded that he had, which brought back those terrible memories of only a few hours ago.
He listened as she described his next phase of further restraint. He was to have a pole erected underneath him. One with a large anal plug affixed to the top, which would be located firmly 4 inches into his ass. Just under that, would be a horizontal bar 8 inches long, so he couldn't slide down the pole and impale himself. The vertical pole would go all the way down between his ankles. Around his feet was even now being placed 10 inch high framework. Boxing which would contain the lead weights and the rapidly hardening foam filler blend which would make up the solid base into which he would be centrally located. When the dense foam had fully set, he would remain perched atop the dildo, his cock still locked away, and the base would allow him to be stood anywhere in the room so the others could witness the lessons he was soon to learn. She added that the advantage sealing him in the way he was now, meant it would keep the soles of his feet exposed. This meant they may place him on much worse things that the upturned carpet protector he was currently enjoying.
Shocked as he was, he struggled in his bondage to try to escape what he thought would be at worst a night of embarrassment, at best a chance for revenge upon his cruel Mistress. He felt something touch his balls and the next thing he recalled was a feeling like being hit in the balls by a bolt of lightening, but worse.
She told him that was his first lesson in conductivity. That was a pig prod. The cattle prod was reserved for his next moment of disobedience. He writhed in his chains as two women approached and set the moulds for the foam about his feet. Next came the intrusion at his rear of the butt plug dildo she had told him about. As it pressed into him, he tried to make himself relax. The tears came next as he sobbed as it finally pushed inside him, there to be pressed into him until he lifted onto his toes as he felt the horizontal bit seat home between his ass cheeks. The pole was positioned between his ankles and then it too was chained in place.
Next came the filling of the base mould with bits of lead, then finally the pouring in of the rapid expanding and hardening plasticized foam. He was warned to remain absolutely still while the two helpers went about other items for his additional punishments. The Mistress then went to see about other preparations. She returned to her helpers as they were attaching clamps to his nipples. These were joined by a chain upon which were then hung 40 pegs with super heavy duty springs.
A sign was then placed on the ground beside him, instructing the special guests to the function that they were to each take 2 of the pegs, and affix them anywhere upon the slave that they desired. He was told of this plan and also not to fear, as those who would be attaching the pegs knew many painful places to park them. She added that every peg was worth one hour of time. He could flap his hands around behind him if the pegs became too much. If he cried enough after only say 10 pegs - then the total would be 40 hours, minus 10, which meant it would be another 30 hours later than when she had planned, before she removed his chastity device. If he managed to receive all 40 pegs, then that removed all 40 hours, which meant she would remove his cock cage at the hour which she had originally intended.
As he felt the heat of the rapid setting foam and felt its grip get tighter on his feet and lower legs, the Mistress caressed his caged cock and trapped balls, her fingers eliciting the beginnings of a very painful erection. She told him that they would be leaving him soon, and that he was not to struggle as the foam hardened, as everything he had done was being filmed on hidden high resolution cameras and any attempt to wriggle in the foam would result in so much pain he would almost die.
She added that she was not entirely cruel, and asked him if he was thirsty. He nodded that he was, and so she fed a stiff tube into the small holes in the front of the hood which normally let in extra air. She pushed the tube in the side of his mouth beside the gag, then told him to swallow as she squeezed the refreshing Gatorade type of drink into his parched mouth.
What she had failed to tell him was that she knew he was in good health, and that to improve his reputation as a master cocksman, he also used Viagra so his cock would truly impress the women he slept with and then tossed aside. Thus, this very drink was dosed with the little blue pills, which would soon provide the rock hard cock he normally was so proud of, but which this time would be punishingly pricked beyond normal pain thresholds by the spikes on the inside of his cock cage...
She smiled to herself as she allowed him to finish off the drink, then removed the drinking tube and lifted the captive cock in her hand one more time, teasing him till he groaned, not knowing that soon, his erection would get much harder, no matter what thoughts he tried to think to make it go slack once more.
She told the two female helpers that they were guests too, so they could take the first 2 pegs each, and attach them wherever they wished upon the useless little dicked slaves body. He heard some brief discussion before he felt a peg clasp home on the stretched skin of each tender ball, and another on each side up in the fleshy parts of his underarms. He groaned again as he stood there, held stiffly upright with the rapidly hardening foam holding the dildo firmly inside him.
As she turned to leave, she casually mentioned by way of passing... "By the way bad-weeny, in case you were wondering, your last lock, had the number 13 on it. I don't think I need to remind you that in many cultures, ours included, the number 13 is associated with bad luck, which is exactly what it is for you. We'll be reading off your punishment after we get that nasty little device off your tiny little pecker".
FRIDAY ALL THOSE WEEKS AGO
He awoke with a renewed vigour. He now at least had a definite task to achieve. Just like convincing the top athletes, actors and others into signing with his firm for their professional management needs, so too it would be a simple task to lie to these ladies and convince them that he really was a changed man. The only niggling thing is they would receive the information as if it was from his new girlfriend, who was helping him to become a more perfect male specimen. Oh well, he could deal with it no matter what.
His first problem occurred when he tried Kalie, the youngest and most likely the easiest to manipulate. She begged not to be part of his program, as she felt that she had so much to learn, and thus couldn't be skilled enough to pass judgement on his new direction and attitude. Bummer..
Next up - Amanda
Bingo! Amanda was easy enough to convince, especially when he told her he knew how much she enjoyed the band which he had secured some extra tickets for. She asked which ones, and he told her it was a surprise, she'd get the tickets soon enough. Damn, he thought, he'd have to keep close to her to find out the name of them bands she really liked, then arrange to buy the tickets himself. It would be worth it though, to speed up her giving him the lock back a little faster. Bribery and graft is a wonderful thing, he thought.
Next up - Kim
Another hit with Kim..
Lunchtime - time to visit - Jade
BANG!! Easy as sin! Pete thought about her likes, and decided that offering to show her around the countryside in his flash convertible would do the trick. He wasn't wrong. She also agreed to assist him in his efforts to become a much better man. Plus, he added that she was safe from molestation by him, as he was already involved, and simply being the courteous gentleman his lovely woman was wanting him to be. Helping a delightful lady tourist to see the surrounding countryside was just what his doctor ordered.
Three down, two to go, he thought.
Misty - he'd do her later on in the afternoon, at their Friday dinking sessions, same with Hannah, whom he knew to be attending this afternoon's session as he had already offered to give her a lift home, which she had accepted.
Misty - Bartender at the local club. Mid 20's, always trying to impress me. Full firm titties with small waist. Damned tight body, great smile, longest damned hair on any bar-wench I have ever seen. Long legs on view sticking out from them always tight jeans shorts she wears. Be amazing to ride her from behind, holding onto that mane of hair while giving her the business. Good for a fling, but not classy enough to let anyone know I was boffing her. Such a shame in a way. Easy to manipulate with a little attention. Rating 4.8
Misty - went well, of course she would help any man who wanted to become more like the finest gentlemen around. It would be her pleasure she said. He bowed, took her hand and gently brushed his lips to her hand. "it will be my pleasure to accept your guidance Misty my dear", he had said. She blushed and he knew he had picked right in her.
Final one required - Hannah
He laid it on quite thick with Hannah. He didn't want to have to try to find another. Of course his magic charm had worked. Hannah had eagerly agreed to assist him in his endeavours. She accepted the parcel, looked at the paperwork and grading sheets, opened the little box with the padlock and diamond encrusted key, then smiled. She fingered the key for an extended period, then inspected the padlock numerous times. In the end she reiterated that she would try her very best to assist him in this most noble of endeavours to become the perfect gentleman.
Pete smiled his most pleasing smile, then once more laid on a totally fake bow, bending at the waist, to take her hand and place the most delicate of kisses there. She smiled a seemingly embarrassed smile back, blushed slightly and then stood as he told her that they must make their way out of this place, so he could do the gentlemanly thing and escort her home.
Her hand went to the open neck of her blouse, seemingly to close off the slight gap there which led men's eyes down towards her large, yet impossibly perfect breasts.
As they left, Pete was thinking, my God, how easy is it to manipulate these cows. If only I wasn't in this damned chastity device thing, I could be fucking 5 women a week with this fake gentlemanly bullshit.
As Pete was remembering the awesome tits of the wench he was escorting home, she was smiling to herself and glad she had raised her hand to her open blouse in time... . Just in time actually - so that arrogant pig of a man did NOT see that her fine silver necklace already had one identical little diamond encrusted gold key dangling from it...
She wondered which of her friends had captured this turd, and stifled a little laugh, knowing what he had locked so very tightly about his pitiful little cock even now as he tried to ply her with his fake gentleman act... Yes, she would make sure he worked overtime before she even considered handing him over that precious little padlock.
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