I woke up to the sound of moans from the other side of the door. I was lying on my side against the back wall of the closet. My mouth was still full of Sarah's panties and sweat socks and I mentally added an aching jaw to the long list of pains I was experiencing. I reflexively tried to stretch to alleviate the sore muscles in my....well, pretty much everywhere. My arms refused to budge, and then all of the events of last night hit me at once as I came fully awake. I had spent the night naked, secured in Sarah's closet with my hands locked to my ankles while she slept with some guy she picked up at the bar. Or a friend - I realized I had no idea who he was other than the name "Mark" Sarah used last night.
I listened to the sounds of morning sex. The bed was creaking slowly, and I heard Sarah's panting breath and occasional moans. I had no idea what was happening. My imagination painted a picture of Sarah on her back with her long muscular legs wrapped around the stranger as he slowly fucked her. It was a complete contrast from the rapid energetic lovemaking sounds I heard last night - much more languid, as if they were both slightly sleepy. My penis stirred painfully at the sounds and my vivid imagination. I had literally nothing else to do in the dark except focus intently on what was happening in the other room. I wondered if Sarah was self-conscious at all about having me here, or if it excited her to know I was hearing everything but couldn't do anything about it. She knew the effect the spikes had on me when I got excited and seemed to find it amusing. Of course there was also the possibility that she wasn't thinking of me at all.
I heard Sarah's breathing gradually get faster and heavier over the course of several minutes as the relentless creaking of the mattress continued. Finally I heard her let out a long groan as she came. The mattress kept creaking.
"Oh god..." I heard her whispered voice from the other side of the door. "Don't stop...I need more..." Followed by a low grunt of assent from the faceless stranger.
"God your cock feels so good...sooo big...."
There was a chuckle from the guy.
"You like it, baby?"
"YYEEESSSSS...." Came Sarah's long drawn out hiss, as she started making panting sounds again.
I winced as my own cock tried to erect, reacting mindlessly to Sarah's sounds of pleasure. Unlike the stranger's dick, mine was kept small and encased in cruel spiked steel instead of Sarah's warm pussy. As they kept slowly fucking, I reflected more on the disparity between the two of us. Mark's performance last night was nothing short of amazing as far as I was concerned. I had never lasted more than a minute inside a woman before coming. My attempts at sex were always met with disbelief after I came so quickly, and if I was lucky enough to get the opportunity to sleep with a woman again the disbelief turned to barely concealed pity or even anger. The worst reaction, I learned, was boredom, which quickly signaled the end of my courtship as I would get ghosted or have to listen to why they weren't really ready for a relationship. One woman I dated three times even tried to set me up with her friend, because as she put it via text "She doesn't really care about sex". Listening to Mark and Sarah go at if for hours last night and more this morning made me realize that I had no business competing sexually with anyone like him. Or Justin either, from what Amber had said. It was like they were a different species than me. A species with the magical ability to make women come again and again. I wondered what it would feel like to fuck for hours - that pleasure that I tasted for a mere few seconds, stretched out to seeming eternity. There was simply no way that women like Amber or Sarah would ever choose me as a romantic or sexual partner when they had this other species at their disposal. That's why Mark was fucking Sarah senseless while I was locked up in chastity, naked and bound in her closet, with her used panties and socks filling my mouth.
The longer Sarah's pants and moans went on, the more crushed I felt at this new revelation. It was cruel, yet made sense. All of the events of the last few weeks and even my entire dating life now became clear. It was the reason I was still single and rarely got dates, even with my business success and relatively decent looks. It was if women could sense that I was the wrong species - but that wasn't the best term, I thought. Role. That was it. It was if women could sense I couldn't fulfill the role that they were looking for. And the ones that couldn't sense it found out soon enough when they had the misfortune of sleeping with me.
I realized that Amber had surely sensed this right away, but had the foresight to create a different role for me. A role that I could fulfill. A role that maybe I was born to play, I thought wryly, reflecting on my undersized sex organ. I couldn't provide sexually for her, but I could provide financially. And make her life as easy as possible by cleaning house, cooking, running errands, and all of the other myriad things she had me do over the past two weeks. So much made sense in this light, including her cruelty to me. Teasing me about Justin was simply helping me to understand my role in her life, as did her exacting ways she wanted her chores done. The more she treated me as a servant or someone less than equal to her the more I fit into my place in her life.
I listened helplessly as Sarah came yet again, this time with a series of small cries culminating ina long drawn out moan. I heard the guy start to breathe heavily as the mattress creaks increased in speed.
"Not yet...not yet..." I heard Sarah gasp in a loud whisper. "I need another. Here....like this..." The guy groaned but slowed down, complying with Sarah's demands.
I heard the sounds of shuffling on the bed and assumed they had changed position. Again, my imagination tried to color in my missing sense of sight. I pictured Sarah's lean body laying on her belly on her bed with her red hair flowing on the sheets beside her, while the stranger lay on top of her, fucking from above and behind. His long, thick cock easily penetrated her from this angle and she opened her legs slightly to give him even better access. I grimaced in pain as the collection of spikes seemed to bite down hard all at once. I would have cried out if it wasn't for the makeshift gag in my mouth.
It was hard to keep track of time, but something like ten minutes or so later I heard Sarah's ragged breathing rise in a now-familiar cadence. She started speaking slowly between gasps for air.
"Yes...yes Mark...oh..that's good...keep it up....yes....yes..YES....oh my fucking god...I'm going to come AGAIN!" The last was in a high squeal following by a series of loud grunts as I assumed Mark finally had his long-awaited orgasm. Several minutes of relative silence ensued as I tried hard to regulate my own breathing, afraid I might be heard through the door. My cock was raging and my heart was pounding from frustration and arousal, and I had to breathe through my nose which sounded impossibly loud in my ears in the sudden quiet. Sarah's voice cut through the lull.
"Ok Mark - that was great fun. Time to get going - I have a full day today."
Mark groaned.
"Aw, come on babe. Let me sleep in a bit. It's Sunday."
"Sorry - time to get up."
I heard someone - Sarah I assume, get out of bed and the rustle of clothing. A few seconds later I heard the bed creak and a louder footstep and the clink of a belt buckle as I assumed he was pulling on some pants.
"Ok ok ok...can I see you again? That was fucking amazing."
Sarah laughed.
"Maybe. We'll see. Why don't you leave me your number and if I want to see you again I'll text?"
"What? Why can't I get your number? Let's trade."
I could practically see Sarah shaking her head.
"No. I get your number. That's how I do it."
Grudgingly, Mark read out his phone number and I heard electronic clicking sounds as Sarah entered it into her phone.
"Ok - got it. There's an Uber on it's way for you so hurry up and get dressed."
I heard the sounds of kissing for just a few seconds, then Sarah interrupted.
"You're sweet. Now I need to get moving. Take care!"
Mark lightly protested as their voices drifted down the hallway. I shifted my weight, trying in vain to get comfortable on the hardwood floor. I considered that I was quite lucky it was late Spring and quite warm in the enclosed closet or else I could add being cold to my long list of discomforts.
I waited in silence for several more minutes before I heard the front door open and close, and Sarah's light footsteps approached the closet door. It opened abruptly and I found myself blinking in the sudden bright daylight.
Sarah was standing in the doorway dressed in the same oversize t shirt she was wearing late last night when she came in the closet to check on me. I could see up her long legs to her upper thighs, but she held the hem down firmly, knowing no doubt that I would try to use my view from the floor to look up her shirt. She pointed at the floor near her feet with the other hand.
"Out" She said, in the same calm but commanding tone she used last night.
Groaning with effort, I slowly started to inch my way across the hard floor. With my hands so tightly connected to my ankles I could just shuffle an inch at a time; scrambling with my feet and raising my shoulder to slide forward slightly. It took a solid minute to get out of the closet. It was incredibly humiliating to have to worm my way to her feet like this, while she just stood by watching me impatiently. My face was red from more than just exertion when I finally looked up at her. She swiftly knelt down, with her knees together pointing away from me. She glanced at my mouth and nodded in satisfaction.
"Good boy. You kept my used panties and socks in your mouth all night." She smirked slightly and shook her head.
"Did you enjoy being locked in a closet all night?"
I replied with what I hope sounded like a no.
She reached out and patted my head, as if I were a pet.
"No, I can't imagine you did. I bet you wish you were in a nice warm bed instead. Did you have time to think about what you did to get in that situation?"
I nodded vigorously. I had indeed. There wasn't much else to do all night except hit send on my phone and listen to Sarah and Mark go at it for what seemed like hours. Might have been hours, for all I knew.
She reached up and bundled her wild red hair in her hands, pulling it down and over one shoulder.
"Now the most important thing - are you planning to disobey me again?"
I shook my head even more vigorously than before.
She thought for a second.
"Do you need to use the bathroom?"
Suddenly I realized I did, quite badly. I hadn't peed in almost 12 hours. I had deliberately blocked it from my mind since it wasn't really an option for me in the closet. I nodded.
Sarah rose and left the room, returning just a minute later with the key to the locks securing the cuffs around my wrists and ankles. She bent over and grabbed the straps around my ankles. With a click, she released the longer strap connecting my hands to my feet. I slowly stretched out on the floor, groaning in relief to be able to finally stretch out my limbs.
