The Lovers — Part 3.

Those of you who are locked up, as is a suitable condition for anyone reading this, will appreciate that Paolo, having been in chastity for several weeks, is looking forward to finding his freedom. And who am I to deny it? After all, I want what is best for him. Regrettably, he has no clue about what I’ve just attached to Fern. You can read the previous installment here.

Enjoy this latest episode of The Lovers.

The Lovers — Part 3.

Anticipation. It’s a powerful tool. As I drew back the paddle, slowly I would guess that Paulo. Must have heard the motion. He was twitching with anticipation. I paused, his eyes blind within the hood and allowed his imagination a moment longer to torture him.

I wondered what thoughts might be coursing through his poet’s mind. Why do I do this? Is this going to hurt as much as last time? Will I come back after this?

And yet he always does. They all do.

I grasped the hood and pulled it back while kicking him to the floor, then paced around to his front removing the leather hood. Prying his mouth open with the paddle and bidding him bite on it. From my pocket, I drew the keys to his chastity device.

“I am merciful, am I not?” How childish he looked there with the paddle in his mouth, like a labradoodle with it’s favorite stick.

“Mmmm,” he assented.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake don’t speak with your mouth full, Paulo.” I snapped at him.

Paulo’s teeth loosened their grip on the instrument and it fell to the floor with a dull thud.

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied empathically. “You are very merciful.”

“Good boy. Now… you held up your end of the bargain, and so I shall hold up mine. You promised to keep the cage on and behave, and I respect that. Let no one say I am unreasonable. I suppose you would like the cage off, wouldn’t you? You must be terribly ‘compressed’ in there — all blue and purple and terribly cold. Poor Paulo.”

I reached down and cupped the cramped little package in my hand. It felt quite enjoyable to toy with him like this.

Paulo nodded sadly. The boy gave good face, his conflicted emotions dancing across his handsome visage. Sometimes I’d wonder to myself if he’d be a better actor, than a musician. I jammed my hand between his legs, this time fondling his sack roughly, his thighs reflexively clenching around my wrist, until key met padlock, and released him from his confinement with a soft click.

And speaking of soft… He pulled the cage from his flaccid contribution and placed a hand around it tenderly, as one might to a wounded bird. Of course, I laughed at him.

“And so I imagine you have plans for this week? You and Fern? Maybe make her a nice meal, then lay her down and make love to her like the man you sometimes pretend to be?”

I could see my words stung him, yet he saw the kindness behind them.

“Oh yes, Mistress.”

“I bet you can almost feel yourself entering her beautiful little body, so warm and soft and tight around you… I do hope you perform satisfactorily. If I hear otherwise you may find yourself once again restrained. It seems only fair.”

I waited. Eventually he realised what I was waiting for and then hurriedly said, “You’re very fair to me, Mistress Katia.”

The poor man had been useless for two months now. Well one might suggest that he had always been useless, but I only meant in the regard to intercourse. Paulo’s eyes had that one hundred mile stare as he nodded, mouth agog in lustful hunger, as if prepared to eat a large banquet — alas he would remain hungry at least a little longer.

“My dear Paulo, would you be so kind as to show Fern in? She’s waiting outside in the hall for you.”

There’s a phenomenon about the male ego, I have come to believe, that once presented with the possibility of sex becomes wrapped up in it to the exclusion of all else. As Paulo thought of Fern I could see him regress almost to the point of a creature driven only by animal passion and instinct. How deliciously hungry he looked in that moment, his ridiculous penis rapidly hardening.

He looked down at his nakedness and I saw in the passage of a second the moment was gone, replaced by shame. He reached for the neatly folded pile of clothes on the counter, and swiftly dressed himself.

“Now, run along Paulo. Don’t just stand there, you make the place look untidy. Thank you.”

He sidled toward the door, realising he’d been dismissed, doubtless thinking his period of abstinence was over. What a slave he is to that thing.

Paulo scuttled off into the hallway. I waited in the studio a few seconds and then heard Fern’s muffled greeting followed by his gasp of dismay as she stood to show him her perfectly fitted chastity belt.

Fern was sitting, statuesque in her nakedness, but for the black leather harness and obstructing metalwork, polished so beautifully and perfectly reflecting the look of crushed disappointment on Paolo’s face.

In contrast, Fern’s smile was angelic.

Now, those of you who are participating and enjoying chastity story will have been locked for a number of days. I would be delighted to read about your experience so far in the comments below. And sharing is so good for the soul.

Be patient and enjoy your abstinence.

Mistress Katia Thornwood.

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