"Morning Jess, sleep well? She trailed her fingers down the back of the naked woman lying face down in bed with her. Her hand rested on a firm curved buttock. She squeezed. "Remember last night?
Jessica twisted her upper torso to look at the other woman, careful not to move her ass away from the caressing hand. She smiled. "Hard to forget. Nothing like abusing a sub to get a good nights rest."
Jessica rolled, swung her legs off the bed and headed for the bathroom. Stepping around the bed she tripped over my naked body lying on the floor. Her size 36D breasts bounced as she caught her balance with one leg on either side of my head. I stared up at her neatly trimmed pussy.
"Oops! Sorry Randy. I forgot she left you there. Hmm, I see you couldn't wait. Too bad for you. I don't think you're going to be allowed to cum for quite awhile. She'll let you get close of course, but no release." Jessica placed a foot on my chest. "You were fun Randy." She brushed her foot over my genitals. "Gotta go home and explain to Steve why I was out last night." She glanced over at my wife. "Maybe I'll leave out the part where I used your sub to give myself two orgasms," she grinned. "Or, maybe he should know how he compares."
My wife poked her head over the end of the bed. "Of course you should tell him. How else will he learn what to do?" She looked down at me. "Oh dear Randy, it looks like you have dried cum all over you! I guess you couldn't wait huh? Let's get you off the floor so you can clean up."
She untied my ankles. My body was stiff from lying on the floor all night and my legs felt like rubber. I couldn't stand so I crawled toward the bathroom. She caught up with me as I reached the doorway.
"Not yet Randy. Can't you hear Jessica using the shower? You wait out here honey. We'll be done in a jiffy." She slipped by me and closed the door, leaving me waiting for them to finish. The shower stopped. The bathroom door opened.
"Come in Randy." She threw a towel at me as I crawled in. "Be a good boy and towel us off baby." I got to my knees and towelled her dry, pausing at her patch a little longer than necessary.
"No, not yet. You chose to make yourself cum last night instead of putting my preference ahead of your addiction. You'll get a chance to start making it up to me later. For now make sure Jess is dried off. She's in a hurry."
I stretched up and towelled Jessica's back off then patted her ass dry and worked my way down her legs to her feet. Jessica took the towel from me and finished drying herself.
"You can get in the shower now and wash that cum off your chest and stomach. That must have been some load you sprayed all over yourself last night. Or did you cum more than once? Hmm, I see you blushing. You did, didn't you. Dirty boy!"
"Get dressed and come into the kitchen when you're clean. Oh, and no underwear from now on. I want you to be very aware of your need to cum over the next week."
The next week!? Of course she was going to edge me for most of that time. My denial punishment would be pointless otherwise. But no release for a week? I scrubbed the mess off then dressed in shorts and a T-shirt. Jessica was gone by the time I walked into the kitchen. My wife was having toast and coffee.
"Before you sit down, lower your shorts and pull up your tee." She reached into a bag beside her chair and pulled out a metal cage. I had seen them before but only in porn movies.
"If last night is any indication, you won't be able to resist jacking yourself off unsupervised, so I'm going to keep you locked up for the next week. Maybe you will learn to make the right choice when I give you an opportunity."
My cock was starting to swell so she acted quickly. A steel ring about two inches in diameter was fitted snugly sound my genitals. Then she stuffed my thickening cock into a short, downwardly curved cage and locked it to the ring with a small padlock. The whole package felt heavier than normal but not uncomfortable.
"Watch." She clipped the key onto an ankle bracelet. "Jessica has the only other key, in case of emergency. Like, I don't know, maybe I might be too busy to let you cum," she laughed. "Pull your shorts up and pour yourself a coffee honey."
Later that day, about four in the afternoon, my cock tried to become erect in its metal restraint. It became very uncomfortable so I approached my wife tenuously.
"My cock is doing what you trained it to do but there is no room in that cage you locked it into. Can you release it? Please."
"Ah yes, the late afternoon boner. I guess I could play with you a little before Jessica and Steve get here. Take your clothes off."
I stripped. I was even ready to grovel, but she retrieved the little key and unlocked me. The cage took a little effort to remove since my cock was already stiffening, but eventually my erection was free and begging for attention. She held my balls while she stroked the shaft.
"Are they are both coming over?" I managed to ask between ragged breaths. Usually Jessica visited with my wife alone. I knew Jessica and Steve had a similar FLR to my wife and I, but I wasn't sure if he knew that my wife was sharing me with his wife.
"Jess is bringing Steve over so he can see what a sub is supposed to do. Isn't that special? You're an example of a well-trained submissive Randy. You should be flattered."
I didn't feel flattered. But I didn't feel panicky either. I knew Steve would see me as my sub self, but so what? I also knew for a fact that Jessica had been training Steve for some time now so I had nothing to hide. Apparently Steve had not been as diligent as I had. Or Jessica had not been as insistent as my wife. I guessed we would all soon get to see the results of different training techniques close up.
The neighbours arrived on time, Steve trailing behind Jessica, carrying her things and a bottle of wine. My wife met them at the front door.
"Come on through to the back patio. Did you both bring your swim suits?"
"Steve has them," Jessica flipped over her shoulder. We'll need a few minutes to change."
I, on the other hand, having had advance knowledge of the plan, had already changed into my swim shorts. Not that it mattered. I guess I thought I was ahead of the game because I was, by all accounts, further into the training than Steve. But that was my male ego still pretending I was somehow in control. The real bosses had their own plans.
"Randy, help Steve with his bags honey. Then you and Steve can go for a dip in the pool while we girls chat. Oh, and there's just us here Steve, so no reason to be shy. Why don't you boys skip the suits. Randy, you go first." She smiled. "Get ready Steve, you're next."
Steve didn't really know how to react. Usually only Jessica gave him orders. He glanced at his wife, who waved her hand toward the pool. Her amused expression reassured her reticent husband. "Skip the suit Steve. Take off your clothes and get in the water with Randy." We waited. Steve seemed rooted to the spot, unable to act. My wife coached him gently.
"I know this is a lot to take in Steve, and I can see you're hesitant, but just take your cues from Randy. He has been the beneficiary of a FLR for long enough to appreciate the value of submission." Her face turned to me. "Haven't you Randy?"
Instead of answering I bent forward and removed my swimsuit. My caged cock bobbed and quivered. I glanced covertly at Steve. His eyebrows shot up in surprise but he tried his best to ignore my metal encased cock.
My wife moved closer until her fully clothed body was inches from mine. Her breasts touched my naked chest. Her breath was warm on my face and her hands griped my bare ass as she pulled my restrained cock against her crotch. "We'll leave that on for now Randy so you can remember to take my suggestions seriously, and so Steve can see the price of disobedience."
She spoke to Steve but her eyes never left mine. "Yes Steve, Randy used to be Paul, but now he answers to his new sub-name." She turned to face a slightly stunned but fascinated Steve.
