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If you have not read the previous portions of the "Easy Street" and "From Easy Street to a Hard Road series, you may wish to do so. For the readers who have been asking...I apologize for the lengthy divide between story segments...been busy. Thanks for all of the positive comments, I'll try to keep 'em "cumming".
Sunday saw me getting some relief. No, unfortunately, not that kind. But Donna was so worn out from our exploits that she had little to no interest in sex. We lay in bed together until past noon, cuddling. It was terrific. The only problem I had of course was that my poor cock had very much interest in sex. I had been awakened several times during the night as he strained against his plastic prison.
The CB-3000 had become very familiar to him and me by now. It felt almost as if it was a part of me, that it was supposed to encase my manhood. Anyone who has been imprisoned in a chastity device for an extended period of time knows what I am talking about. And I don't know if words can suffice to express the feelings to anyone who hasn't. I have wondered if it may be a version of the Stockholm syndrome. This is when hostages begin to relate to their captors because they rely upon them so much. A somewhat simplified explanation, but it will work for our purposes. I had come to find the cage comfortable, as if it had molded itself to the base of my penis, and my penis to it. Almost as a pair of shoes or jeans become fitted to your feet or your butt after a few days of being worn. When I wasn't aroused, it was easy to forget that I even had it on. Of course when I was aroused it was sheer torture as my cock tried to push well beyond the space allowed it within the cage. Yet even that became a comforting sensation. I know it sounds strange, but I'll try to explain. When your cock tries to expand, it ends up pressing very firmly against not only the end, but the sides of the cage, resulting in a sensation almost like being squeezed firmly by a hand (of course a beautiful woman's hand in my imagination). So that tight squeeze is something you desire, contact with your deprived manhood.
Thus results the extreme and contradicting feelings. While I certainly yearn for the cage to be removed so that I can sink my throbbing cock into Donna's moist, enveloping sex, when it is removed, a part of me misses it because I'm so used to it. While I want to feel a nice, hard, satisfying erection, since I can't have that I revel in the sensation of having my throbbing manhood squeezed tightly within its cage. The only feeling that doesn't have a corresponding contradiction is that I want to cum!!!!! Oh, how I need to cum!!!! I want to feel hot semen blasting through and out of my dick instead of seeping out uselessly. I want to feel the hot surge of an orgasm flushing throughout my body. Dammit, I need to cum!
When we finally got out of bed we showered together. I lathered Donna up and took my time washing her beautiful body, caressing her lovingly as I did so. I massaged her back firmly, working my way down to her perfect buttocks, and caressing them lightly. She turned around and I began at her shoulders, then gently cleaning her magnificent breasts. I stood awestruck momentarily as I stared at the hickeys that covered them from the repeated sucking they had endured during her brutal fucking the night before. Oh, damn how I wish I had put them there! Mr. Happy surged inside his cage, and Donna giggled playfully, playing with her tits and letting out an exaggerated moan of ecstasy, then giggling mischievously again as she smiled at me.
After our shower Donna told me officially what I had already figured out. She was completely "fucked out" and wanted to just spend the day together doing things we liked to do as a couple. Its not like I really had a choice in the matter, if she was not in the mood she wasn't in the mood. But when she caressed my arms and asked if I was o. k. with that, it served to remind me that our dominant/submissive relationship was special. It was turning out to be just where we wanted it to be, where we could both be comfortable with it. When we were at play there was no question who was in charge and who absolutely wasn't, but she still respected me enough to want me to be happy. And as I said before, I wasn't to be relegated to being a gender confused wimp cowering in a corner. Damn, I love her! I told her that although I was still on a sexual high and definitely wanted to cum, I also needed a bit of a reprieve.
We spent the day relaxing by slowly getting around for a day out. Donna likes to search antique shops for items that she collects, and we both really enjoy sitting and reading a good book. So we "ran the traps" of her favorite shops, then spent an hour or so drifting around inside our favorite bookstore. Then we took in a movie before enjoying dinner in quiet, out of the way restaurant.
I wouldn't want to leave you with the impression that the day was completely asexual, because that was not possible in my current condition and with Donna's mischievous nature. We walked everywhere arm in arm, kissing occasionally and talking quietly like lovers do. Donna wore a sun dress, which she knows drives me absolutely nuts, and as if that wasn't enough she chose one that was very low cut so I could see the hickeys on the exposed parts of her breasts. She was teasing me subtly, with very little effort at all. Each time the sunlight created a silhouette of her heavenly form beneath the sundress, each time I saw the bruising on her ample breasts, and each time I caught some guy staring at the same things, it aroused me all over again. In addition to these, she would occasionally tease me overtly, and of course she insisted that we return the bookstore which employed the clerk that we now knew was into femdom. And more importantly knew something of my secrets too.
The clerk spotted us in the store and kept casting furtive glances at me. She appeared to be only nineteen or twenty, which only served to reaffirm my impression that in spite of her earlier comments about being a "top, always", she was probably either an inexperienced domme or a wannabe. As Donna and I sat in the coffee shop area, I commented on this to her and she agreed. She observed the girl "working" in a nearby aisle and caught her watching us. She held out her hand to me, "give me one of your business cards". I did so and she jotted down her cellular phone number on the back with a short note that read "call sometime if you would like to take part in a training session, it could be fun". Donna handed me back the card, "O. K., there's not anyone around her right now. I want you to approach her, kneel down in front of her and hand her the card. Tell her that I want her name."
I stood and approached the girl, who looked as if she were about to turn and run, but didn't. I looked around to make sure nobody was looking (wouldn't want to get her in trouble at work), then knelt down in front of her. I silently handed her the card and waited as she read it. A giddy smile took over her lovely face and she looked at Donna and nodded. I quietly told her that my Mistress would like to know her name. She hesitated, nervous, then leaned down and whispered it in my ear. As I stood and turned to go, she stopped me, grabbing my arm, and offering a quick "thank you". I reached out and took her hand, leaned in a little closer and whispered, "my pleasure, ma'am. It appears that I am to be at your service, miss. From now on thanks will not be necessary." I then walked back to my seat and told Donna that the young lady's name is Cindy.
With all of this going on, by the time we left the restaurant to go home, my cock had been straining against my cage intermittently all day, and the front of my jeans were darkened with soaked in precum. Donna laughed playfully at me as I tried to make it to the car without too many people noticing.
At home we sat and held each other in the living room for awhile, talking about the changes in our lives and how they would affect us. We each reiterated that we had to be careful around the kids, but that other than that we were going to have fun with it. Eventually we got around and changed clothes, ones that didn't prominently display my seeping cock or her "fuck bites" as she called them jokingly, then went and got the kids from their respective friend's houses.
Later that night we drifted off to sleep as I held her in my arms, wondering what the coming days would bring.
