This is a sequel to the stories "A Keyholder's First Week" and "Let's Go For a Drive." It's not necessary to read them in order, but it provides context for the characters.
Beth had been on the phone with her best friend Clarissa for half an hour when her husband Jason walked in the room. She smiled, as she almost always did, at seeing him walk into the kitchen nude. He's really starting to get used to being naked all the time, she thought. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and her hand felt the goosebumps on his arms from the chill in the house.
Beth wished Clarissa well and shook her head. "Poor Clarissa," she said.
"Her date didn't go well?" Jason asked, grabbing a Coke from the fridge.
"No. He ended up being a weirdo. It was the third date with the guy her matchmaker set her up with. Can you believe he made her pay for herself?"
"What an ass. I'm not surprised though. None of the guys the matchmaker sets her up with are worth her time," Jason replied.
"I know. What else is she going to do, though? She's always had trouble meeting people. I'm worried she's going to give up soon."
"She's still in her thirties. She has plenty of time. She just needs to learn to be a little more confident. Wish there was some way you could teach her."
Beth looked up, intrigued. "Do you think that could help? I've never thought of confidence as something that could be taught. You're either confident or you're not."
"Think about it," Jason started. "When we started dating, you were very vanilla. Now, you tell me when I'm allowed to orgasm, when I'm allowed to get dressed... Last week, you jerked me off in the movies and then made me strip in the parking lot and drive home naked. You wouldn't have done any of that a few years ago. I'd say you've gotten more confident since then."
"I guess you're right. She might just need someone to show her that she's powerful. That gives me an idea."
* * *
"Hi, Clarissa," Beth said, opening the front door and letting her friend in.
"Hey, Beth," she replied, coming in and putting her bag down.
"How was your drive?" Despite the closeness of their friendship, Clarissa lived a few hours away. So, when one visited the other, she tended to stay a day or two to make the trip worthwhile.
"It wasn't terrible. Took about 4 hours. Famished though."
"Come on in. Sit down. I'll get you a drink."
Beth brought coffee over for them both. After some small talk, Beth came out and asked her. "What went wrong with this last guy?"
Clarissa shook her head. "It was a trainwreck. I didn't see it going anywhere long term. I kept waiting for him to kiss me and he just couldn't work up the nerve. It's so frustrating."
"Hmm. Did you give him any signals that you were interested? Sounds like he was nervous."
"I thought I did. You know I don't have too much practice here, but I was witty, my cleavage looked good, I put my hand on his thigh once when he told a bad joke and I laughed anyway. I thought if something happened with him, it wouldn't seem like such a big deal and would be easier next time."
"I'm sorry honey. That sucks. I think you may be going about it the wrong way though."
Clarissa looked somewhere between confused and hurt. "What do you mean?"
"Sometimes, a woman just has to take what she wants. You said he was nervous right?"
"Yes."
"How do you think he would have reacted if you just walked up to him?" For effect, she walked up to her friend until Clarissa was standing against the fridge. "Put your hands on him, and kissed him?" Beth looked up at her taller friend, only inches separating them, but she was clearly the one in control, as usual.
"I don't know. I've never done anything like that," she said. She started to walk away, but her friend's hands on her shoulders kept her where she was.
"I have," Beth said. "He would be putty in your hands. He would do whatever you wanted." Beth smiled and stepped back.
Clarissa just shook her head. "I don't think so. Maybe you can do that, but I can't."
"You know that I never did anything like that before Jason. You can too. You just have to know how to be confident. What if I could teach you?"
"Teach me what?"
"How to be strong; how to get what you want. I have an idea. Just give me the weekend and if you don't like it, you can go back to doing things your way. What do you have to lose?"
Clarissa nodded.
"Great!"
"So, what's lesson 1, Yoda?"
"You'll know it when you see it," Beth said and smiled.
It was just then that Jason came home. He came in through the garage. He took off his shoes; normally he would have taken off everything in the laundry room before entering the house. He knew Clarissa was coming and saw her car in the driveway. He knew Beth wouldn't want him to expose her vanilla friend to their lifestyle.
"Hi, hon. Hi, Clarissa," he said, coming into the kitchen. They made small talk for a little while to catch up. Jason didn't want to intrude overly on their time; he knew it was limited. So he asked what their plans were.
"Funny you should ask," Beth said. She pointed and asked, "Can you go and open that drawer, then bring me what's inside?" She pointed.
Jason dutifully got up and opened the drawer. Beth watched him gulp, savoring his discomfort. "Are you sure?"
"I'm not accustomed to repeating directions," Beth said in a stern, warning tone. Clarissa's eyes had gone large and Jason hadn't even shown her what was in the drawer.
"Yes, Ma'am," Jason said. He walked over to Beth, dropped to his knees, and proffered a collar. Beth looked up and saw that Clarissa's mouth was in danger of hitting the floor it was so wide open.
Beth looked down at Jason. "This weekend, I'm going to be teaching Clarissa a few things about how to be confident. You are going to be our guinea pig. It won't be easy, but I think you'll find the weekend rewarding."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Perfect." Beth slid the collar around his neck. It didn't hurt. It had some d-rings to attach it to anchor points, but it was more of a symbol than anything else. Beth handed something to Clarissa, who was behind Jason. "Lock it on and put the keyring in your pocket."
Clarissa took a moment and then locked the small padlock on Jason's neck and pocketed the key. Beth pointed to his seat and Jason followed the non-verbal instruction.
"That keyring has the keys to everything we're going to use today. How does it feel that he can't get that off his neck, he can't really even leave the house, unless you give him the key back?" Beth asked.
Clarissa blushed a little before answering. "Is it mean if I say it's a little exciting?"
"No, it's a good first step. Jason, tell Clarissa what it means that you are wearing the collar."
"It means that I belong to Beth. I'll do anything she tells me," Jason said.
"Wow. How often does she make you wear it?"
"Not very much. I do what she tells me anyway. I'm not sure what she has planned, but I think it's more for setting the tone."
"We didn't ask what you think, though," Beth interjected. "Before we get to any live demonstrations, we're going to ask you a few questions. Make sure you answer honestly. You're not going to be any help to Clarissa if you try to hide things."
"Yes, Ma'am."
Beth conferenced with Clarissa for a few minutes, then gave her a piece of paper. Jason watched as Clarissa's face changed from surprise, to shock, to horror, to amusement, to embarrassment. He didn't know what they were talking about, but figured that it did not bode well for him.
"Here's how it is going to go. Clarissa is going to ask you some questions. Just answer them honestly and if she gives you any instructions, follow them as if they were mine."
"Yes, Ma'am."
With that Beth went back in the kitchen to refill her coffee.
Clarissa nervously looked at her paper.
"So... Beth gave me a list of questions/topics to ask you about, but I can ask you any follow ups I want. Topic 1. I've always wondered about this but I've never had anyone to ask. How often do most guys your age jerk off?"
Jason shrugged. "Well, probably around 5 times a week, give or take. Keep in mind, I don't go around asking everybody's habits at the office."
"Wow. That often? I wonder how they pay attention to anything else. Related question: this one is a little personal." Clarissa looked over at Beth who nodded.
"It's ok. Go ahead. If you don't ask, she'll probably make me tell you anyway," Jason encouraged.
"Alright. When was the last time you jerked off?" Clarissa looked studiously at her paper until after she asked the question.
Jason blushed a little. "I can't remember."
"What do you mean? Why not?"
"Beth doesn't let me do that anymore."
"I don't get it. How can she stop you?"
Jason looked at Beth who sipped her coffee and gave nothing away. "Well, she wants me to focus my energy on her instead of on myself." Jason couldn't help his cheeks turning bright red; it was a complication of his pale complexion. He looked down as he continued.
"So, she - "
Beth interrupted. "No, no, no. You look a woman in the eyes when you answer her."
"Yes, Ma'am." He looked up and continued. "She keeps me in a chastity cage."
Clarissa looked confused and waited.
"It's a small steel cage. It goes on my penis and keeps me from getting an erection. She has the only keys and I can only get an erection if she lets me. Usually, she ties or handcuffs my hands when I'm out, so I can't get myself off and can't stop her from putting the cage back on. Most of the time, if she does let me out, she locks it back on without letting me have an orgasm."
"Damn," Clarissa sputtered. "How long has she kept you locked up like that?"
"A few years now."
