Desmond Carne looked worshipfully at Mistress Vavasour across the table at the Paincafe, Buttermilk Falls's restaurant that served the kinky set.
Vavi was so delicious, her impudent curls bouncing around in the close crop on her head...She grinned at Desmond as she speared her last asparagus.
"What's on your mind, Desmond?" Mistress Vavasour asked. "Remember, we're not in session now. You can call me Vavi. Unlike many of my clients, I actually like you."
Desmond blushed, he was a geek and he knew it. Desmond had been with a series of paid mistresses. He'd had keyholders, young women who had locked Desmond up in a chastity device, releasing him only when he came with cash...
Then there'd be a hot session of whipping and masturbation and then poor Desmond would be locked again and sent home to save money for the next visit.
This sometimes had not been monthly, as a good keyholder charged quite a bit for sexy phone calls, the visits, and computer e-mail training. The entire thing was about two thousand dollars, payable when he came to get unlocked.
This meant sometimes for several months, Desmond would just be locked up and staying chaste...
Sometimes he was awfully sex-starved, and others, he didn't feel anything "down there" What had truly hurt, of course, is the times he could have gone on dates and gotten laid for free, he had to turn it down...
Because he couldn't bear the humiliation of having a pretty girl seeing his chastity belt. Desmond could've broken the belt lock, and just not gone back to his keyholder, but he had that intense chastity need, and besides he jerked off way too much.
He tried to save more money, he sold his car, but there was only so much you could make as a tech support guy for a pharmaceutical company. Grandpa Carne had died, and Desmond had wiped out his inheritance in about seven weeks.
Sometimes Desmond tried to stimulate his penis by poking through the bars of the cage with a toothpick, but that was more painful than satisfying.
Desmond had then fallen in love with a Pakistani sexpot called Goddess Teale, who was such an expert tease-and-denier that he knew he had to see her at least once a week, or he would go insane.
Desmond began stealing Dilaudid and Percocet and other drugs from the pharmaceutical company and selling them through his rapscallion cousin. Finally Desmond had had enough money, not only for a weekly session, but to invite Mistress Teale to come live with him!
Regrettably, Teale's price for this was a thousand dollars a day.
And, of course, Teale had adjusted the orgasm time.
"Desmond, since you're no longer just visiting me once a week, I'm going to tease and punish you and have you only cum once a month...but you will be teased every day."
But sometimes Teale just caroused with her boyfriends and ignored Desmond, except to tie him up while she was fucking the Fedex guy.
But it was quite a thrill to watch Teale come and go. She never did let Desmond see her naked, just in sexy clothes...and when she did tie him naked and run her long nails up and down his suffering penis, only to abandon it after about twenty minutes for another 24-48 hours, it made Desmond ecstatic, then frustrated, resentful, and then ecstatic again.
Desmond unfortunately was caught stealing by the drug company, and Teale disappeared, as girls do.
But, just as Desmond was about to go to court, Vavasour had come to see him.
