"Showtime" as my forced sexual performances came to be known, were a regular part of the evening's entertainment, whenever Suky had guests over to my place. She would embarrass and humiliate me over the course of the evening, and then the girls would remind me exactly how many days of my enforced chastity, I had remaining. They never did lock me into the cock-cage, deciding as a group, that while chastity devices were a foolproof way to prevent forbidden release, the psychological torture of having to endure a constant hard-on with no prospect of orgasm, was a much more powerful way to subjugate me.
One night, after I had gone a little over thirty days without release, Steph ended up staying the night. Suky knew that I had a crush on the young girl, and frequently allowed her to take my reins during showtime. Steph would bring me maddeningly close to orgasm, and would occasionally grind me down to the point that I begged her for release.
The massage parlor crew and the sex-shop workers all recognized the chemistry between Steph and I, and it was clear that Steph had developed a soft spot for me. When Steph, Suky and I were alone, the young blonde made an impassioned plea for leniency, and uncharacteristically, Suky relented on my ninety day enforced chastity.
"You know he has a crush on me," Steph began, stating the fucking obvious. "Let me take him for a week, and I will get him so worked up that we can all enjoy taking him past his breaking point, next week. We don't need the full ninety days to crush his resolve."
Suky loved this idea, and in the morning I left with Steph to go and spend a week with her. The girls packed my suitcase, although as I peered into the mostly empty container, I realized I could have left the house with a plastic bag. All that I Ieft with were a few pairs of silky crotchless panties, my toothbrush, my silk boxers and my service pillow. Steph allowed me to grab a bathrobe for modesty, insisting that I took Suky's pink one.
"We can borrow anything else we need from the sex shop," Steph said ominously.
Steph's place was very nice, modern with a minimalist vibe, clean and tidy. She had three bedrooms all with en-suite facilities, and shared it with Amanda and the other sex-shop employee. Steph took control of me as soon as we crossed her threshold, setting the tone for my stay.
"Fuschia," she said, once she showed me to the bedroom that I would be sharing with her.
I surmised, correctly, that Steph wanted me in my new Fuschia panties, and as Steph relaxed on her King Size bed, I changed in front of her, to signal my intent to obey her every command. Once I was naked except for my silky underwear, Steph patted the bed, inviting me to join her.
"I am going to masturbate," she informed me, "and I want you to watch."
Her tone didn't leave much room for negotiation, so I nodded agreeably and sat quietly on the edge of the bed, as she grabbed her vibrator. I watched intently as she turned the vibrator on to its lowest setting and put it directly on her sex. I hadn't seen this side of Steph before, and as she started to bring herself to the boil, we locked eyes and I felt that instant connection that we share, surface. She was just a beautiful, innocent looking girl, and even when she came, she just had an angelic smile on her face.
I watched passively as she brought herself to several more climaxes using the massager. She was a very easy come, and must have enjoyed five or six orgasms before she flopped back on the pillows, and let out a sigh of relief.
"Kneel," she instructed, as I got myself up onto my knees.
Steph turned the massager down to its lowest speed, then carefully placed it on the bed in just the right spot, between my legs. She arose from the bed and stood next to me, placed one hand on my shoulder, and slowly pushed me down until my balls rested on the tip of the massager. She moved me forward just a touch, so that I was exactly where she wanted me.
I was sitting on my heels, and the massager was vibrating into my nuts which felt incredible. Steph was well aware that there would not be enough stimulation to make me orgasm, unless she turned it up to a higher speed. However, in my current state of arousal, she could not trust me to make the right decisions. For this reason, she retrieved the belt of her bathrobe and bound my hands behind my back.
"I am going to take a shower, baby," she informed me. "Stay exactly where you are until I return."
I obediently remained squatting on the bed, as the massager pulsated into my genitals. It was very frustrating because the low speed was enough to make pre-cum leak from my cock-head, but not sufficient to make me orgasm.
Steph purposefully took her time in the shower. She knew that the massager was torture for me, and this thought aroused her immensely. After she was dry, she put on a very cute yellow sundress that flattered her lithe, taut frame. She also slipped on a matching garter belt and picked up a pair of yellow stockings, and then she briefly checked in on me to make sure that I hadn't had an "accident".
Even though I was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum into the front of my Fuschia panties, I hadn't erupted into them yet. Steph patted me appreciatively on the top of my head, telling me I was a good boy. Then she raised one of her slender toned legs on top of the bed, and pulled her stocking on, before securing the top of it into her garter belt straps. She repeated this process with her other leg, before dragging her stockinged foot under my nutsack, which expelled a few drops of pre-cum.
I shivered with pleasure at this stimulation, and she gave me an innocent smile. Steph left the room shortly thereafter, to apply her makeup.
She knew that I thought that she was very angelic looking, and so she accentuated her cheekbones and applied some frosted lip-liner to highlight this. A light spray of my favorite perfume and she was ready to continue messing with me.
When she re-entered the bedroom, she could see how frustrated I was. My cock was rock-hard, and the veins in the shaft were clearly visible. There was pre-cum around the tip, some of which had dripped onto the bed sheets. I was tense and I was grinding my nuts into the massager, trying desperately to achieve release. She seemed glad that she had tied my hands behind my back, cognizant of the fact that I was so horny that I probably would have jerked off while she was in the shower.
It had been over a month since my last release and every day was a challenge. I didn't think that my cock could get any harder than it was, but as soon as I saw her in the yellow sundress, it started to jump around, and a little more pre-cum pooled at the tip. Steph moved closer to me, the scent of her perfume permeating my nostrils and arousing me even more.
She gently touched the very tip of my cock, and noticed that it was warm to the touch. She could feel it throbbing when she gave it a playful squeeze. She delighted in my sexual frustration, and felt her panties getting damp, even though she had just enjoyed several orgasms. She left the massager running, and I continued to grind my nuts into it, in search of release. She smiled at the predicament she had placed me in. She loved to sexually torment me, and she placed one hand on my ass and gave it a playful squeeze, as I continued my thrusting motions.
"Is today the day, baby?" she teased, alluding to my next release. "Have you earned it yet?"
I wanted to tell Steph that it had been thirty-three days since my last release, that as a forty-two year old man, I need to come more frequently than once a month. That I had performed admirably for the girls, each time I had been called upon to do so. That the constant dribble of pre-cum from my cock-head was physical evidence that I was ready to come. However, it was a rhetorical question, so I nodded agreeably.
