"Don't worry, honey," Corliss said as she got into her short dress, "In another week you'll know what it feels like to NEED to cum. Maybe then you'll commit to eating my pussy when it has sperm in it."
Matt knew that begging his sexy, dominant wife to remove the cock cage would not accomplish anything but leave him more humiliated. He looked longingly at her bare legs and short dress, and wondered why she was dressing so sexy for work. Or, maybe after ten days so far of being locked in a cock cage, anything she wore would look sexy.
A couple of months ago Matt had confessed his fantasy to Corliss about eating her messy pussy after he ejaculated inside her. It had taken a lot of courage to admit it to her, and he was relieved when she told him how erotic the idea was. Moments later, after his wild and profuse ejaculation, she was disappointed when he couldn't bring himself to follow through. After the scenario was repeated a few more times, she got frustrated and told him he'd have to wear a cock cage until he could commit to eating the pie.
After he had worn the device for a week, she raised the stakes by telling him that he was going to have to lick her pussy clean of another man's sperm AND commit to eating the pie after intercourse with her. They had serious discussions about her having sex with another man, and she assured him that she didn't want to have the complications of a second romantic interest. She knew, however, that the looks she got from the males at work meant that she could have her pick of guys with whom she could sport-fuck. But the complications from THEIR expectations could mess up her work life, so there had to be another way.
The ten days of Matt's chastity had been difficult for him. He suggested that she bind him for intercourse and straddle his mouth after his ejaculation. On one level that idea appealed to her, but she said no. "I've never bound you for our spanking sessions and I don't want to for sex play either. This has got to be about YOUR mastery over yourself."
In the intervening week in which Matt's denial had an increasing effect on him each day, Corliss got an answer to her dilemma of fucking another man without the accompanying complications of his expectations. She just had to wait until Matt's need would exceed his endurance for chastity.
That day came when he had been in the cock cage for three weeks. "Okay, I'll do it," he said one morning as he knelt at her feet before she got dressed.
"You'll lick another man's sperm from my pussy?" she queried.
"Yes. I can't stand any more chastity. I need to cum, Corliss!"
"And you've given it enough thought that you can commit to it?"
He bent down to kiss her feet. "Yes, Corliss!"
"And you'll clean me of your own sperm after intercourse? Every time?"
"Yes, Corliss. Please!"
"I'll call you with instructions later on. Maybe today, maybe not. It depends on what I can arrange."
They both felt their insides quaver for different reasons. Matt, from the uneasiness of knowing that another man's cock would spew inside his wife's magnificent pussy, and Corliss from the excitement of the hunt.
They dressed and went to their respective jobs.
Once at work, Corliss sent a meeting invitation to Rob, a quiet young IT minion who had fixed her desktop computer on several occasions, and who she thought was rather cute. The meeting was for 5:00 PM. When she saw the acceptance, she smiled to herself.
Rob wondered why he was being asked to attend a meeting with the director of his division. He had an uneasy feeling. Although he regarded her as very attractive, he reasoned that a woman as young looking as Corliss has an immense amount of power in the corporate world to have the position that she held. She had a reputation as a charming, articulate, no-nonsense female who couldn't be fooled.
And then there was her attractiveness. Rob often daydreamed about what Corliss's sex life was like, what her pussy was like, how it would feel to be inside this woman of immense personal power. What is her husband like? And what was their wedding night like?
The day dragged on, and at 5 PM, with butterflies in his stomach, Rob made his way to Corliss' office. "Hello, Rob," she warmly smiled, "please come in and close the door."
Although she had him stand before her desk, and she remained seated, she put him at ease and made conversation for several minutes. In her roundabout discreet way of asking questions, she learned that he was single, living alone, had no girlfriend, and mostly immersed himself in work and other IT pursuits. Her heart raced, though she did not show it.
Finally she closed in for the capture. "Rob, the reason I wanted to meet with you is that there is strong evidence that you have been taking printer paper home. I know that sometimes you have to work from home and print out an occasional document, but a ream of paper every couple of days?"
Rob's insides trembled. He concluded that he was going to be fired, and fired by this attractive woman, no less. For a couple of long minutes no one said anything, and Rob looked down at the carpet.
"Rob, the value of the paper isn't the big thing, it's the act of wrongly taking from the company. I've been asked to determine how to handle this."
Another awkward silence.
"Now Rob, I want to be assured that your behavior from now on is going to be impeccable. I'm not keen on dismissing people, but if there is any suspicion in the future I'm not going to have any choice. Do you understand me?"
"Yes... Yes ma'am."
Inside herself, Corliss was pleased, but presented a stern demeanor. "I'm temporarily changing the organizational structure so that you will report directly to me. You will still perform your job as you have, and take direction from your current supervisor. I'm going to tell the powers that be that I counseled you, that you'll reimburse the company, and that I'm going to personally keep a very close eye on you."
Rob sighed with relief. "Thank you. I won't let you down."
