Chapter Three
Luke found it impossible to concentrate on doing any work over the next few days. Every time that his phone rang or received a text message, he hoped it would be from Ella only to have his hopes dashed each time. Even his dreams were invaded by her: visions of her straddling his body then sinking down onto his cock or his face made him as hard as a rock as did ones of her spanking his arse or teasing him to distraction while he was tied up. He woke each morning feeling exhausted yet with an erection that was pushing up the duvet substantially! He tried going for long runs in the night to tire himself out but that didn't work. Nor did having cold showers in the morning as his cock managed to stay hard throughout. In fact, the almost-pain of having the icy water streaming down onto it seemed to make him even harder!
Each knock at the door made his heart beat faster just in case she was paying him a surprise visit but disappointment set in swiftly when he found himself talking to Jehovah's Witnesses, a double glazing salesman and someone trying to peddle dusters! Luke found that he no longer had any interest in going clubbing either. The thought of picking up a girl and bringing her back to his place for sex seemed meaningless and did not excite him at all. The woman had bewitched him, he thought morosely as he picked at his lasagne desultorily during a lunch with a potential new client. His phone buzzed gently at him and he glanced down at the screen then spat out a bit of his food in shock as he realised who the message was from.
"You alright?" inquired the client, eyebrows raised slightly.
"Fine, honest. Just a bit of food that went down the wrong way!" replied Luke as he scrolled down to the message, fingers shaking as he wondered what Miss Dawson was going to say. Had she finished his accounts? Was she going to bring them round? He hoped so fervently!
Opening the text message, Luke gulped audibly as he scanned the contents whilst his face reddened. Was she serious?
"Are you sure that you're okay, Mr Brodie?" asked his client again as he put his knife and fork down on his empty plate.
"Just a little under the weather actually," answered Luke, thinking quickly as his brain still tried to take in the message and to work out how he could obey it. "In fact, if you would excuse me for a few moments, I need to go to the toilet."
Picking up his phone and nonchalantly sliding it into his trouser pocket, Luke stood up and walked swiftly towards the lavatories in the restaurant. Once in the gents, he slipped into one of the stalls and undid his trousers, pushing them along with his briefs down to allow his already-stiffening cock to poke out into the air. He placed the phone on top of the cistern tank, angling it so its camera could catch him in the act then he switched on the video function and started to masturbate, closing his eyes and picturing Miss Dawson in all her glory as he did so.
Fantasising about her closing her soft lips around the swollen head of his cock, Luke groaned with delight and felt his cock stiffen even more. He stroked up and down the shaft, easing his foreskin back and forth over his purple glans until slippery precome oozed out of his slit. He smeared it into his knob with his fingers and then gently teased his sensitive, swollen flesh, arousal growing swiftly. Darts of lust shot up his long shaft as his fingers moved more quickly and then he was gasping in passion as his white seed raced up his cock and spurted out in a great arc. It splashed down into the toilet bowl and was soon followed by more as his fingers continued to work on his prick, extracting all his spunk before it softened slowly. Blushing furiously, Luke turned the video function off and cleaned himself up as best he could before he walked out of the stall and washed his hands, glad to find that nobody else was in the washroom with him.
Luke's phone pinged just after he had finished settling the bill after saying farewell to his client. Adding a generous tip, Luke then looked down at his phone and scrolled down to the message, heart leaping like a salmon as he saw that it was from Miss Dawson. He spirits sank though when he read the message as it just curtly informed him that a present would be arriving that afternoon by courier and that she expected a picture of him using the gift as soon as possible. Taking the opportunity, Luke downloaded the video to her as she had requested earlier whilst answering then he walked out of the restaurant and headed home, mind wondering what little present she had bought for him.
It was shortly before three that the front door bell rang stridently and Luke, setting down his book, hurried to answer, nerves jangling like the bell as he wondered if it was going to be the parcel he was expecting. It was indeed and, after signing for it, Luke shut the door and went to find a pair of scissors to cut the tape that held the box together. Avoiding cutting his finger by a whisker, he managed to slice the tape in half and then opened the brown cardboard box and extracted a peculiar contraption of leather and metal which was contained in a cellophane bag. Puzzled, he stared at it for a moment or two before he cut the bag open and pulled the object out, discovering an instruction leaflet underneath. His dark blue eyes scanned the wording swiftly and he swore, heart pounding at the thought of wearing it. Could he really demean himself so much for this woman whom he hardly knew?
The answer was in the affirmative despite his misgivings and so he slipped down his trousers and briefs then eased his ball sac through the metal ring before he buckled the leather belt around his hips after tightening it. A metal cage then slipped onto two protrusions sticking out of the ring and locked into place securely with a small padlock, trapping his cock inside. The cool steel touched Luke's shaft and he found himself growing slightly excited then groaned as his flesh was squeezed by the encircling cage constructed of steel bars with tiny gaps in between. His cock was trapped entirely within the chastity device and there was no escape...although fortunately there were two keys!
After taking a picture and forwarding it to Miss Dawson's phone, Luke pulled up his trousers and briefs and tried to forget about the strange device that encased his cock. Although it made a discernible bulge in his trousers, it wasn't blatantly obvious but he knew that he would be removing it before he ever ventured outside. His phone pinged again and disrupted his train of thought from the potential embarrassment of being rushed into casualty after being taken ill and the nurses discovering what he was wearing. To his surprise, it was a message from Miss Dawson, almost instantly responding to his picture.
"Well done for being an obedient little slave. Now all that remains is for you to post the keys to me at the following address."
