TracySubmitted by: firstname.lastname@example.org
*this is a work of fiction, though some events are truthfully presented. Any and all feedback welcome:
I had always liked Tracy. She was cute, smart and liked to flirt. She was also about six years younger than me. We had grown up together and I had always been around her, thinking of her as a brat. When she hit 16, I saw her differently.
I wanted her, desperately. I spent God only knows how many nights jerking off to her visage. It was at this point that I also became interested in BDSM, particuarly chastity. The idea of a woman controlling my orgasms enthralled me no end. Naturally, my dreams of Tracy turned into ones of dominance, chastity and slavery. I wanted to serve her. Obey her. I wanted to be her slave.
Tracy, however, seemed not to be into such things and besides, she was only 16. So I let myself wander on the net. Then I found HER. The bitch.
She was a woman in her mid forties but had a body 20 years younger. She could have been my mother, but she delighted in the fact of having a young slave. We chatted via cam & voice. Even by phone. She asked my fantasies and fetishes. She had me take humiliating pictures for her. After a while I grew rired of this and wanted out. She (her name was Juli) refused. She said I was hers now and forever. If I did not agree, she would make me very sorry.
I told her to fuck off, called her a few names and blocked her mail address. For some reason, almost immediately, I thought of Tracy for the first time in years. She would be 18 now, and I deleriously pumped my cock thinking of the beauty she was.
I decided to write her, hoping to see if she was single. I waited a week for a response, jerking off every day. I waited, hoped for a response. Then, one day, she wrote back.
Wow! I haven't heard from you in so long! I thought you fell off the face of the earth. I guess not. How are you? How's everything going? Yes, I'm still single, but that's the way it goes. Anyway, I gotta rush to class, I'll chat later!
I read the email again and again, jerking off as I did. She was single! I had a chance! Would she date me? God, I hope so.
Tracy and I banterred forth over the next few months and met a couple of times for lunch. She was as gorgeous as ever. Her eternally youthful face and her charm turned me on no end. I wanted to be with her - no, to be owned by her more than ever. Then, one day, without warning, she sent me an odd email.
I understand you truly like me and that you have some rather kinky fantasies. Be at my house at 7:00 pm on the 12th and I will make your dreams and nightmares come true.
PS: DON'T YOU DARE CUM
That last line threw me. Not because the 12th was literally two weeks away, but because I had never known Tracy to be anything but sweet. To think that she told me, ordered me not to cum sent my mind reeling. I instinctively pulled my cock out and began to stroke. I stopped. She didn't want me to cum. But I was so horny. I needed relief. But she told me not to. She ORDERED it. I had to comply. Reluctantly, I put my cock back into my pants.
The next two weeks passed by extremely slowly. Every day I was in a state of horniness I had never known. Since I was 14 I had cum at least twice a day. Going two weeks seemed impossible. But I was doing it. For Tracy. By the end of the first week my mind was in a haze. Every woman looked like a Goddess to me. I wanted to fuck them all regardless of age, height, weight or anything. I needed release. I went to Tracy's office at the College where she worked as a receptionist. I walked in and saw her smiling face as she typed away n the PC. It appeared she was chatting. As I walked up she grinned and walked over to me.
God, it was a sexy walk. She was swaying her hips more than usual. She obviously enjoyed my pained expression.
"Have you cum?" she asked.
I answered no.
"Good," she said. "then I'll see you on Friday."
She turned and walked back to her desk, her perfect ass swaying for my torment.
"Please" I asked.
I looked around, afraid to be overheard.
"Please, can I cum?"
Tracy shot me a horrible look as if I had just asked to screw her younger sister. She walked up to me and slapped my face. Hard. The sound was heard throughout her office. Heads turned.
"No," she said adamantlly. "Do what I say. I will see you on the 12th."
I left her office with my head hung, trying to avoid the stares and giggles of her co-workers.
The next week was Hell. I was dripping pre-cum all over and my balls hung down, over full with semen. I was constantly horny and had resorted to cold showers several times a day to keep erections down. I was so frustrated I thought I was going to break down and cry. Then, by some miracle, the 12th came.
I raced to her home and got there at 6:30. I knocked and she let me in. She was dressed in a short skirt, thigh high nylons, two inch heels (bringing her up to a height of 5'6) and a bodysuit. I was sure it was a thong one.
"Mike," she began, "I understand you have a fantasy of chastity and slavery, is this true?"
How did she know? I nodded.
"Do you want to be my slave?"
I never expected such a forward question. I nodded. Then she grinned a malicious grin that scared me a bit.
"Strip, and get on your knees."
I did so in record time. Before I knew it, I was naked and kneeling before my fantasy. My cock was leaking onto her carpet. She ignored it and went into her bag.
"Put these on your feet and hands". She tossed me two pairs of handcuffs. My mind said get out of here, but my cock was thinking for me now. I locked my feet together then my hands.
"Behind your back," she said. I did so. I felt very helpless on my knees, locked up, but I was never harder.
"Follow me" she said and whirled about. I hopped after her perfect ass into her bedroom.
"Get on the bed."
I hopped over to it and with a bit of difficulty jumped onto the bed. I felt my cock leaking onto her covers.
She rolled me over so I was on my back, then produced a third pair of cuffs and locking one end to the shackles around my feet, locked the other end to her bed. I was trapped. I was at her mercy and I loved it. Tracy smiled like a demon at me. Then, looking up she called to someone else.
"Okay, he's ready!"
The door opened and my heart stopped.
It was HER. Juli. She was here. In the room with me. And I was locked down. Instinctively, I struggled but to no avail. Juli walked over with an extremely sexy walk and a small box.
"So, boy", Juli started, "you think you can just leave me? No one does that. No one. And no one calls me a whore and gets away with it."
I told her I was sorry. I pleaded. I told her I didn't mean it. She laughed.
"Tracy here is quite the quick study."
I didn't like the sound of that. Tracy grabbed an ice pack and put it on my crotch. Within seconds, my 10 inch hard on shrunk to nothing. Then Juli opened the box. It was a chastity device. It looked like a CB 2000, I had seen them, but this one looked different. As she got closer I realized that this one was metal! And the lock, it wasn't just a lock, it had been built in! Oh crap.
I thrashed about as Juli placed the device on me then locked it into place. My cock tried to grow in it's steel prison, pressing painfully against the metal.
Juli looked me dead in the eye.
"I said you are mine, now and forever. And I meant it." There are two keys to this device. I have one, Tracy has the other. However the lock is unique. First my key must be inserted and withdrawn, then Tracy's to release it. So don't think you can try to steal just one of the keys."
I began crying. Juli laughed and Tracy smiled.
"please let me cum!" I pleaded.
They grinned maliciously. As if she had not heard my plea, Tracy grabbed her coat and started to leave the room.
"Where are you going!" I yelled. I did not in any way want to be left alone with Juli.
"Out for my date. I'm probably going to fuck him all night so you think about that while I'm gone. You and Juli have fun."
And with that she left.
Juli eyed me like a piece of meat. She went for the bedside table.
"please, Juli," I pleaded, " please let me go. I didn't mean it."
She ignored me. Pulling out of the bedside table the biggest strap on I've ever seen, I began to thrash around. This was too much. I was insanely horny, on the verge of madness with lust, my cock was imprisoned and I had been left here by my dream girl to be sodomized by this bitch.
Juli looked down and into my eyes. She spoke slowly and cruelly so that I would get every word.
"I don't like you. You insulted me. I only like you if you are in a state of sexual frustration or in pain. The first has been taken care of and I assure you, you will be extremely horny for many weeks. The second, I am about to remedy."
She flipped me over on my stomach. I was cring into the pillows. I felt the strap on slide against me and I shuderred.
"I will enjoy raping you, Michael. You will be screaming for me tonight. I look forward to making you suffer today, the next day and the next and so many after that. As will Tracy. She is quite the sadist, though she hides it well. You belong to me - no, to US now. Now and forever. If you ever want to cum again, you will do as we say. Now, scream for me."
And I did.
To be continued . . .
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