Restricting Access

It was a normal evening for us. Him, relaxed, chatting to me over a drink. Looking incredible. He still wore a tie at work but I loved it when he came home, took it off and opened his shirt. I could see the gleam of the light on his collarbone, the shape of his jawline.

I was used these days to a level of frustration I'd never imagined before. It seemed like years since he'd arranged for me to be fucked so roughly. In fact it was about four months. Since then he'd worked out how to satisfy himself regularly without ever allowing me the release I craved. Obviously a lot of the time that meant me licking or rubbing his cock. I would have loved to withhold myself from him, but I couldn't bear to.

The state I was in meant that I was starting to find a high level of satisfaction in making him come, even if I stayed shut away. On my knees, gently tonguing his cock or feeling him thrusting into my mouth; or bending over his body and using my mouth and breasts to excite him, was my focus now. It was a long time since I had asked him when he would release me from my chastity belt. I'd begged, told him he'd won, that I knew I needed to be fucked; none of that worked. He liked me desperate. He liked that he only had to walk in the room for my clitoris to start its terrible flickering and throbbing, for my whole locked pussy to be soft and wet.

I was wearing a tight dress, which I knew he liked. My usual despairing attempt to seduce him. My stockings, the lace sitting just under the skirt, my pale skin above them visible if he chose to look. I wore my hair up in a looped twist, showing him my neck. Around my hips, the smooth deadened plastic of my chastity belt. I'd made him come only last night. He might not even want to tonight.

'You look beautiful,' he said, touching my face, sending a pulse through my pussy. 'I'd like to take you out tonight.'

'Sure', I said. 'The bar?'

'There's somewhere different I want to try out,' he said. 'It's not far.'

When we got there, there wasn't much to see. A dark rather battered door on a side street and a discreet plaque, 'Number 53'. I felt wary. I wouldn't have gone there alone.

He used a swipe card to open the door, and inside it was better; surprisingly spacious and modern, with tiled walls throwing back an echo of our steps. A woman sitting at a deeply recessed desk smiled at him. 'Good evening,' she said.

'Hi, how are you. This is Rebecca,' he said, and she turned towards me with an even bigger smile. 'Oh, wonderful. Come on through, both of you.'

She stood and pulled back a curtain, and we followed her to another larger room. It was dim, empty and very quiet, though I could hear some kind of electric hum. I was a little disappointed; I'd assumed it would be a club, a chance to dance, press myself against him, to feel some kind of release even if he still withheld an orgasm from me.

'What would you like to drink? Champagne?' she asked, and almost before I'd answered there was a glass in my hand. I sipped, cautiously - I know a little about wine, enough to mistrust club freebies - but it was the real thing, intense and complex. I felt the first sip hit my brain and a pleasant sense of relaxation.

'Now, for you, do sit here,' she said to him, indicating a leather armchair. 'And for you, Rebecca - ' and incredibly she was pulling out a small low stool with a padded top, patting it and smiling at me. I stared at her. Was I supposed to sit on that, looking up at the armchair? Or - something made me think of it- to kneel on it? And then what?

Lights suddenly clicked on at one side of the room. I jumped, almost spilling my drink. A naked man was standing there, behind a panel of glass, half clear, half frosted. I could see his face, his eyes fixed burningly on me, and everything below his waist. There was a round hole in the glass, and his cock was poking through. If I was any judge, he was already half erect. There were handles on his side of the glass, at waist height, and he gripped them to poke his cock further into the room. I could almost smell his need; takes one to know one.

At the same time, with more light I became aware of the shadows of other figures next to him, behind the glass, all round the room.

'Now,' he said softly from his chair. 'You may not believe me right now, but you're going to enjoy this,' and very gently he took my drink. put it down and pushed my skirt an inch or two higher up my thighs so that the contrast of the dark lace of my stockings against my skin was visible. The man behind the glass must have made quite a loud noise, but the glass muffled it. The feel of the fingers on my legs started my clit prickling.

'Make him come for me,' he said.

Feeling as if I were in a dream, I picked up the little stool and went over to the cock sticking through the glass. I knelt down and examined it. A little bigger than average, with a foreskin already slipped behind the head and a drop of semen forming at the eye. From behind the glass I heard a hoarse voice 'Suck me' but I was aware suddenly that he had to wait until I was ready; there would be no sudden hand on my head or fast thrust with this one.

I put a thumb out to hold it in place, and curled my tongue under the edge of the head. I only meant to taste him and judge his reaction - in fact he gave a long groan and his cock hardened even more - but at the same time I felt a buzz between my legs and a tiny point of pleasure at the base of my clit. I jerked upright and it stopped.

I looked behind me at him. He met my eyes, and sipped his drink. 'Enjoy yourself, darling,' he said.

Looking back down at the increasingly red and swollen cock balanced on my thumb, I lowered my open mouth over it, and as my tongue made contact, the buzzing pleasure started again, just where I like it, nudging the base of my clit. It followed the rhythm of my head as I bobbed up and down. It felt so exquisite, so incredible, so certain to make me come hard. But above me, I heard the man cry out, the cock in my mouth swelled and a river of cum spurted over my tongue. As soon as the spunk landed in my mouth the buzzing cut out. Desperate to make it start again I kept my lips and tongue busy on him, to the point that he had to pull away from my roughness. The buzzer didn't react. I wanted to cry.

But immediately another set of lights came on, showing another naked man standing, ready and hard. Even harder; he'd been watching me suck his neighbour. Struck with an idea, I moved my stool over to inspect his cock, and tried to work out when the buzz would be triggered. This time I started just by drawing my tongue over one side of the head, and flicking the eye with the tip. There was no buzz. I opened my mouth wide and made eye contact with the figure behind the glass as the head rested in the centre of my wet tongue. Still nothing from the buzzer. The man's mouth was as open as mine, his voice high as he called out, staccato, 'Yes, yes, yesssss - ' and as my lips closed onto the head, the buzz started. It was perfect. But only for a moment; I felt the pressure against my lips increase, and a spurt hit the roof of my mouth. Immediately the buzzer stopped.

Pulling away, I left the second cock still half erect and dripping, to a moan of protest from behind the glass. The third figure hadn't made a sound. He was tall and broad, dark skinned. His cock looked ready for me. I was on a mission now. Without preliminaries or touching it, I knelt with my legs spread wide, and closed my lips gently round his shaft. Sure enough, the buzzer started. I couldn't help a tiny moan as it caressed my desperate clit. With my legs so far open, my labia were pulled apart and the buzzer had total access. I kept the pressure on the cock in my mouth as light as I dared. My gentleness forced the man to try and thrust into me, and I heard him grunt quietly as he tried to get more friction against his rock hard dick. I kept my tongue away from the head so that he was moving into open space.

The buzzer was everything I'd been longing for all these weeks. Intense heat grew around it. Helplessly, unable to stop, I jerked my hips, but it wasn't affected by that movement. As long as my mouth was full of hard cock, I could have what I needed. Tendrils of hot sensation spread across my pussy. Almost too fast, it overtook me and I had a mental image of diving off a high board - a moment, then a crash of throbbing pleasure enveloped me. I barely made a sound, but my head dipped forward as the and the man was finally able to get his full cock into my mouth. He thrust hard, four times and my mouth filled again. My pussy was almost through the aftershocks when the buzzer stopped.

I collapsed on my back. I was barely aware that my lover was above me, reaching between my legs to remove the access panel and unzipping himself to thrust into me. It wasn't subtle or prolonged, but it felt as good as it could do with the restrictive belt still in place, preventing the contact and movement I needed to get another orgasm started. My hair had come loose and strands were stuck to my face with sweat and spunk. He made the little 'huh' in his throat I knew so well, and came on a wave, deep into me. In a moment we were side by side, in a tangle of hands and lips.

A long time later, it was me that picked up the belt's access panel and fitted it back into place. I wanted more orgasms like that, and it seemed that only by accepting the restrictions on me would I get them.