I stood at attention, naked, legs spread slightly apart with my hands clasped on top of my head. Lisa liked her slut ready to perform. Her training had left my cock semi-erect all the time now, even when it wasn't being used. My god, how had I become a sexual amusement for these women? According to the woman who trained my cock to respond, I was an inherent sub-slut, desperately waiting to be 'outed.' Lisa thought it would be a total waste of a slut, and a disappointment for my wife if they had not collaborated to take advantage of me. Lisa knew that whether I realized it or not, I would be more content being the 'bottom' to Julia's 'top'. My wife was not so philosophical. She wanted me to get hard when she snapped her fingers and stay that way till she was finished.
"I want him to spread his ass cheeks when I say so, and I don't give a fuck about what kind of mood he's in, she grinned. "Is that bad Lisa?"
"Yes Julia, that's very bad," Lisa said. "You're telling me that you want me to make your husband into a submissive man-whore you can abuse at your discretion, she stated flatly. Then she smiled. "I can train him to cum on cue too."
Julia smiled. "Money is no object," she laughed. "He has lots of it."
I thought about how this titillating journey into the world of S&M had morphed into much more than an indulgent curiosity my wife and I were fascinated with. Not that I objected. I wasn't allowed to. In fact, as Lisa had predicted, far from objecting, I was eager to be used and thankful to be trained. She said I had all the earmarks of a natural slut. Lisa was being proven correct and Julia was beginning to realize she had more power than she thought she had.
The women were lounging in our living room chatting about how to get the most out of a trained slut, any trained slut. I was not allowed to sit or keep my legs together when women were present, so I stood with my hands clasped behind me, my legs slightly apart, waiting for direction and listening to Lisa expound on allowing sluts to masturbate.
"So as I was explaining, when your slut is finally allowed to bring himself off, he will be grateful," Lisa finished.
Julia perked up. "What? Allowed to jack off? Don't they pretty much do that whenever they want? I mean, what can I do about that?" Julia wondered.
Lisa was incredulous. "You can stop him, of course! Julia, don't tell me you have been letting your slut masturbate on his own! No-no, he needs to understand that jerking himself off is a privilege now - a reward for performing well," Lisa told her astonished friend. Julia looked sheepish, like her mother just caught her feeding the family dog under the table.
"I think you and I need to have a chat about the efficacy of male chastity devices," Lisa laughed. "It may take a little time for him to get used to being in a cock cage, but after a couple of days your slut will do anything you want to get his cock unlocked."
"Anything?" Julia smiled mischievously.
"Yes, of course." Lisa replied. She glanced over to where she had left me.
"Come here Slut. See Julia, his cock is already stiffening." Lisa smirked, and quickly stroked my semi-hard cock into a full erection. "He knows I'm right." She tapped my erection with her index finger repeatedly, like someone plunking on a piano key. My stiff cock bounced up and down in response.
Lisa's fingers played along the length of my shaft. She slid her hand playfully up and down my hard cock. Her fingers tightened occasionally, drawing uncontrollable moans from her slut. Lisa smiled and continued her tutorial on the virtues of cock cages.
"If you want a guaranteed pop-up cock and a grateful slut, caging is the way to go." She continued to control my cock as she spoke, idly running her hand up and down the hard shaft, seemingly oblivious to the muffled grunts and moans she was eliciting from her increasingly excited slut.
"At first the slut is resentful, but there's nothing he can do about it. A pouting, resentful slut can be fun to play with, but unfortunately the resentment doesn't last. When he is finally allowed to cum, the experience dwarfs anything he has felt before. So you end up with a grateful slut who will do anything you say for a chance to repeat the experience." Her fingernails raked the length of the hard prick in her hand and I gasped.
"Wouldn't you like to be grateful Slut?" Lisa taunted. "Don't speak, I already know." Lisa smiled and her hand slid faster up and down the length of hard cock. Still stoking, she turned her attention to Julia again.
"Now, it's good practice to milk your slut until he is soft prior to locking him up. You can ice his erection if necessary, that works. But making him cum first to get his cock under control is so much more fun," Lisa grinned. Her hand tightened around my cock in that special way I had learned to hope for. She pumped her whore's stick faster, closing the distance between me, and the edge of no return.
"Listen to this slut's breathing. He is starting to pant already. Imagine how good it's going to make him feel when you take his cock out of its cage and make it cum after denying him that privilege for a few days. He will do any little thing you say."
"Grunt for me Slut!" Lisa ordered in an amused tone of voice.
I grunted obediently.
"See, he will do whatever I tell him to do. Keep grunting Slut!"
I grunted in time to her strokes. She liked that. I saw her smile.
"Shut up Slut," said Lisa in that same amused tine of voice.
I stopped grunting, but I couldn't help making noises. She ignored me and stroked my aching cock faster.
"Your husband here has really lost control of himself, if you know what I mean." She slapped my stiff cock to punctuate her remark then continued sliding her soft hand along my erection.
"He can't really be in charge of his own orgasms anymore, let alone have any say in yours." She looked at Julia fondly. Her hand stopped stroking and she held me tightly by my stiff cock. Your Slut will obey. I guarantee my work." Lisa said with pride in her voice.
"When the cage comes off, make him beg to jerk himself. It's an audio-visual treat," she smiled. "If that kind of thing amuses you of course, and I'm guessing it does. That's if you decide to let him touch your cock al all, of course. Yeah, the cock belongs to you. We all recognize that," Lisa glanced meaningfully at Julia and smiled.
"They always want to cum right away when the cage comes off, so you will have to slow him down, unless you want an early show," Lisa said, and began stroking my boner again. Her long fingers slid expertly along my hard shaft and she settled into a steady rhythm. I matched her rhythm and pumped my cock in and out of her hand, completely content to fuck her fist until I was told to cum; a well-trained slut. Lisa watched the cock slide in and out of her hand.
"Hands on your head," Slut. I obeyed without thinking and continued fucking Lisa's hand, oblivious to anything but the pleasure between my legs.
"Hold his balls in one hand and squeeze them when you want to slow him down," Lisa demonstrated. She pulled down on her slut's balls and squeezed just enough. I grunted and felt myself start to go soft. No! Was it time to go in the cage already? I felt cheated. Where was my reward? I actually whimpered. Was I that much of a depraved slut?
Lisa looked at me with an amused expression. "Do you want to cum Slut? You may answer if you can manage a grunt." I managed more; I managed to beg like a desperate whore.
"Please Miss! I need to cum! My cock is going to explode!" The words rushed out in a torrent.
"I believe you were told not to speak unless directed. Our agreed communication medium was a grunt, indicating you understood the direction you were being given. I was considering allowing you to cum. Now I'm not so sure you deserve it. You can't seem to follow simple directions, Slut." Lisa let go of my genitals and moved away from my trembling body.
In a panic I began grunting repeatedly. I knew better than to touch my erection. Lisa recognized the pleading tone. She smiled and held my balls in her hand.
"Oh alright, get yourself erect for me. Get it nice and hard, and I'll take over," she smirked. "Who wants to cum, Slut? Can you manage a grunt?"
I grunted, just her stupid whore, nice ass, not too bright, but good to fuck. Gratefully, I began pumping my cock for Lisa.
"That's a good slut. Push your cock forward and spread your legs wider apart." Lisa stopped talking and took over. Her hand flew up and down the shaft, focused on making the rock hard thing in her hand spurt.
"Don't hold back Slut, let it happen," Lisa whispered and pumped my cock as fast as she could. I held on for another minute, then grunted uncontrollably and shot a long arc of slut juice across the floor.
"Good cock!" Lisa beamed. She milked the rest of the cum from my softening cock then produced a metal ring with a cage-like device attached to it. She open the ring and snapped it shut around the base of my deflating cock and balls. She stuffed my flaccid prick into the small curved cage and locked it to the metal ring with a small lock. My cock was caged, but my balls hung free to be handled.
"Keep him locked up for a few days to begin with," Lisa instructed. "He'll get used to peeing through the little hole in the end. Whenever you feel like playing with him make sure his hands are secured before you remove the cage and always lock the cock up again before releasing his hands. That way he knows he has no chance of relieving himself and he will quickly learn to do anything you say for the opportunity to cum."
