Chapter 11
"What was that stuff with Dom all about?" I asked Scott as we were settling down for the night.
"Not something I'm really at liberty to talk about, you know that," he replied.
It was the answer I always got when asking such questions. If I was going to find out anything it would have to come from one of the Misses or Mistresses.
The rest of the weekend and the subsequent week were mostly uneventful. I tended to my duties and did my best to serve the women and earn my time back. Unfortunately, the Mistresses were stingy and I was only able to get myself up to 25 seconds. I consoled myself by thinking if I could do the same the next few weeks I could maybe get up to 40. I wasn't sure that would be enough, but I was determined to give myself the best chance possible.
I was becoming more desperately horny by the day. On two separate evenings I was summoned to the house for some fun. Once by my own Miss Lauren and once by Miss Kerri, who still did not have a sub of her own.
Miss Lauren had restrained me to the wall while she got herself off multiple times using a mixture of her fingers, a dildo, and a vibrator. Intermittently between cumming she would get up to whip me, tease my nipples, or add weights to my swollen balls. I could tell she enjoyed my agony which contrasted with her immense pleasure.
I enjoyed our time together, and my time with Miss Kerri which was a similar experience, but all it did was increase my horniness and desperation. In a lot of ways these were my fantasies and they were all coming true. Except when they were fantasies I would be sitting at my desk stroking myself to completion. In reality the experiences were incredible, but the frustration was also agonizing.
I wanted to plead to Miss Lauren to let me cum, but I knew better. There was no hope for that until the end of the month. I thought maybe I could beg her to fuck my ass again but again I did not think I was in a position to be making requests.
The only begging I did was when asked if I wanted to taste her pussy and get her off.
"Yes, please Miss Lauren, I will do anything to be able to taste your sweetness. I would love to make you cum," I pleaded desperately. I wanted it more than anything at that moment.
"Not quite yet subby boy, I want you to keep fantasizing about my taste. You haven't quite earned it yet," she replied with a smile and a twist of my nipple.
In a way I was satisfied for even having been in the room with her. I wanted her badly and would do anything to please her.
I decided that weekend would be a good opportunity to visit home. I thought that time away from this crazy place would do me good. I hadn't seen my friends or parents for nearly a month.
I departed Friday after the work day and pulled into my parents home later that evening. My clothes were returned to me and I was able to take off the collar but of course the cage had stayed on. I felt awkward wearing it while I was greeting and hugging my parents and sister. I was careful to keep my distance, praying that it would not be noticed. I had worn a cage before, even out in public for a thrill, but this was different. It was a part of me now and I was truly owned by someone else. It was something I had become so accustomed to wearing over the past few weeks that sometimes I didn't notice it. But it felt out of place back in my normal life.
Eventually I got over it and spent a relaxing and refreshing night with my family. I did not realize how much I missed them. Being able to let my guard down and get out of the subspace was freeing.
I did my best to answer their numerous questions without giving away any of what I had actually been up to the past few weeks. They were sort of closed minded and there is absolutely no chance I wanted them finding out that I was a cabal of women's submissive chastity slave. They simply would not understand.
"Do they have you working long hours?" my mom asked me at dinner.
"Mostly the typical 9-5, but there are a few late nights here and there."
"How's your boss? Do you like your coworkers?" my dad asked.
"My boss can be quite demanding but I like her. I've gotten pretty close with a few of my coworkers, especially one guy Scott, we have a lot in common."
"Any ladies in your life?" my sister asked, smiling.
"Eh sort of.... but not really." There was of course one girl in particular I was deeply falling for, but I did not want to get into it.
For the most part I answered their questions truthfully by leaving out the finer details.
The rest of the evening was quietly spent watching a ballgame with my dad.
Saturday night I went out with some of my friends. I fielded many of the same questions over a few beers. My best friend Jake had picked up on something when I was asked about girls and he would not let it go.
"Come on man spill the details. You bangin' one of your co-workers or something? Who's the lucky girl?" he pestered.
"Not exactly, but I do really like this one girl Lauren. She's absolutely gorgeous," I said, finally giving in. None of it was a lie.
I was really happy to be home and it was nice to catch up with old friends. I was having a good time but was often reminded of my predicament. I made sure to use the stall instead of the urinal so that nobody would accidentally get a look at my cage. I had to dance around questions and be careful with my answers.
Later in the evening we switched bars and ran into a group of girls we went to high school with. Jake, being an absolute horn ball, immediately approached them and started flirting. Stacy, a girl I was on and off with since high school, was with them. She had been one of my first fucks in high school and although we never officially dated we had eventually settled into a friends with benefits type of situation. Whenever we were home from college, or in the time since graduation, we would occasionally use each other for casual sex. She was a petite blonde and very attractive but we did not share the same interests or ambitions. Because of this our relationship never really evolved past casual sex.
"Hey James!" She said as she hugged me.
It had been a while since we had seen each other, and even longer since we had hooked up. But there were no hard feelings. That's just how our relationship has always been.
"Hey Stacy, really nice to see you" I replied cordially.
But I was anything but happy to see her. Chance meetings like this had almost always resulted in us going back to one of our places and fucking. But tonight I obviously had no possibility of accomplishing that. I was nervous she would want to pick up where we left off and I would have a hard time coming up with any excuse. She was not one of the girls I had ever discussed my kinks with and I was not comfortable dropping this bomb on her here and now.
I wanted to run away, but I didn't. I tried to play it cool.
We caught up and I filled her in (again, sparing the details) on where I had been. We chatted for a while and I enjoyed her company. The night was growing late and the bar was beginning to clear out. Those that remained, including Stacy and I, had probably had a few too many drinks. Jake looked to have been successful in his search as he was making out with one of the other girls from Stacy's group. Stacy had noticed too. Perhaps it woke something up in her.
She reached for my crotch. I quickly stopped her.
"I, uh, I can't tonight. I'm sorry," I stammered.
"What the hell do you mean James? Got a girlfriend or something?"
We had not discussed our love lives outside of each other. We typically did not.
Jake chimed in to my dismay. "Nope! He's got no girlfriend, but he does have a little crush," he said, smiling drunkenly at both of us.
My mind raced as I tried to think of any reasonable excuse as to why we couldn't fuck like we typically do.
"I, uh, got rid of my apartment so I'm staying with my parents. I can't exactly take you back there."
Jake overheard and cut in again. "Ahhh bro! I got a spare room for you two lovebirds in my apartment! Come stay with me tonight, it'll be a party!"
"Fucking shut up man," I thought in my head.
"How generous!" Stacy exclaimed. "What do you say James? For old times sake?"
