This short story takes place in the same world as many of my other short stories; a world where CFE (Chastity for Everyone) is a company that has normalized control games/dynamics and chastity. CFE has released all sorts of fun app-controlled toys to make these sorts of fantasies a reality. The disclaimers for this particular story can be found in part one but know that all of these characters are 18+ and completely fictional.
This is the final part of this story, and I apologize for how long it's taken me to write. Here's a little recap if you've forgotten what happened in the first two parts:
Part 1
Oliver accidentally gave his stepsister control of his chastity device anonymously on the CFE dating app. She gave him the option to back out when he learned the truth, but his fantasies got the better of him and he transferred permanent control of his app-controlled chastity to her. There is no key, his version of the app no longer has the permissions to open his own chastity, and she has all the power.
Part 2
The next day, Khloe (Oliver's stepsister) makes Oliver take on a treasure hunt that forces him into some slightly humiliating situations and forces him to confront just how helpless he has become. In this process, he is outed as a submissive locked in chastity to his neighbor and stepmother; twenty-four hours of unremovable time is added to his chastity lockup; and he is told by Khloe that he will be completing the final challenge of the treasure hunt-a short survey of his kinks-before the night is through or else she'll be telling Carly-One of Khloe's friends that Oliver failed to hook up with at their parents wedding-all about their current situation... Oh, and he's got no choice but to come to Carly's house tonight, so Oliver has no idea how that's going work... but his desperation is growing by the second.
Enjoy part 3!
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CHAPTER NINE
Oliver pulled up in front of Carly's townhouse at seven. As soon as he did, Khloe rushed out the front door to meet him.
"So glad you could make it, subby stepbrother." Khloe said as Oliver got out of the car. "Put these on." She handed him a black spandex hood, handcuffs, and a collar.
"You can't be serious."
Khloe tapped a button on her phone and Oliver's chastity gave him a shock. "You know better than that... but while we're on the subject, you will address me as Mistress instead of Miss Stepsister in front of Khloe to keep our little arrangement a secret. Carly knows that my new sub is coming over but she doesn't know who it is. So, if you don't want to wear the hood, that's up to you. The collar and cuffs are going on, though."
"You said you wouldn't tell her, Miss Stepsister!"
"I said I wouldn't tell her about our arrangement. I won't tell her it's you under the hood unless you specifically ask me to. Your anonymity is completely in your hands."
Oliver couldn't believe this was happening. He looked around to see if anyone was watching. The street seemed to be empty. He put the collar around his neck and latched it closed. The hood went on next. It didn't have eye holes but the spandex allowed for limited vision. The only hole in the hood was on his mouth. He locked the handcuffs around one of his wrists but before he could lock the other, Khloe corrected him.
"Behind the back, subby stepbrother."
Oliver sighed. He was already in this deep, what difference did it make? "Yes, Miss Stepsister." He clicked locked the other cuff on securing his hands behind his back.
Khloe clicked a leash onto his collar and led him towards the house. She carefully helped him up the stairs and through the front door.
"Oh my god, you were serious?" Carly shouted. "Who is he?"
"Carly, this is subby. Subby, this is Carly. You can address her as Miss." Khloe tugged on Oliver's leash when he didn't say anything. "Well..."
"Hi, Miss." Oliver said. His cheeks were burning under the mask. Would she know his voice? Would she recognize his mouth?
"I can't believe you brought some submissive dude over for movie night." Carly said.
"You were asking how things were going on the CFE app and if you should try it... and this is how it's going."
"So... he likes this?" Carly asked.
Khloe pulled out her phone. "Let's have a look and see." She opened the CFE app and went into a menu Oliver didn't have access to. "This meter shows how turned on he is." It was like a volume meter on an old stereo with a needle that pivoted from left to right. It was deep into the right-hand side sitting in a section labeled
desperate
.
"How does it know?" Carly asked.
"Because his little cock is locked in a smart chastity device that can measure how hard he's trying to get, his heartbeat, and all sorts of other things," Khloe said, "If he wasn't locked up, he'd be rock hard right now."
"I can't believe guys just lock up for you willingly."
"Some do. Subby actually made a little mistake with me, but as you can see, he's enjoying that mistake quite a bit. Why don't we get more comfortable and you can ask him all the questions you want. It'll be fun, right subby?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good boy. I'll get us some drinks. Carly, take him to the living room." Khloe handed the leash over to Carly.
"I... okay," Carly said as Khloe left for the kitchen. "Are you really okay?" Carly asked Oliver when Khloe was out of earshot.
"Yes, Miss." Oliver said. He didn't know what else to say. There was nothing he could do and Khloe hadn't been wrong. He would never have admitted it normally, but this was turning him on like crazy.
When Khloe got to the living room with an open bottle of red wine and two glasses, Carly and Oliver were just standing in the middle of the room, neither really sure what to do.
"This won't do..." Carly said. "Pour us some wine, I'll fix him up." She handed the wine to Carly and pulled a chair over to the corner of the room where a potted plant was hanging from a hook in the ceiling. Khloe took the plant down, pulled Oliver over, and looped the leash into the hook. "That's better, don't you think subby?"
The leash wasn't tight enough to choke him, but Oliver could only move a step out into the room before it was. With his hands handcuffed behind him, there was nothing he could do about it, either. "Yes, Mistress."
"Oh my god, I kinda want one," Carly said.
"I told you."
"And he really likes this?" Carly asked again.
"Do you genuinely like being treated this way, subby? Does it turn you on? As humiliated as you are, are all of your fantasies coming true?
"Yes, Mistress."