Secrets, Part 1
(fetish, chastity, consensual, catheter, latex, anal)
By ChangeYourPassword
Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.
Synopsis: Dave with his own secret fetish, keeps falling for women who have their own secrets.
Divorced and lonely, Dave has had no luck finding a new mate. He had married his college sweetheart, and they had enjoyed a couple of years together before Roxie lost interest in him. He just wasn't adventurous enough for her. At least that's what he concluded after she had taken off.
They had both loved sex, but she was really into the kinkier side of things, much more than he was. He'd tried his best to keep up with her, but found it to be a losing battle.
Roxanne was a pretty and shapely girl and her sexual fantasies centered on body modifications. That was her fetish and it drove her sex life. She was also a bit on the domineering side, which didn't bother him too much.
At her insistence, he had agreed to have his pubic hair permanently removed, like she had done. And then, he'd accepted a PA piercing, that she had again demanded. He'd never dreamed of getting a hole punched into his cock but with her urging, he went through with it.
But even that wasn't enough for her. She wanted more.
The whole time they were together, she expanded on her own collection of body modifications, and expected him to follow along.
When he finally put his foot down and refused, she moved on. By then she was covered in tattoos, piercings and scars.
Dave now lives in an up-scale condo complex, downtown. There are plenty of bars and restaurants within easy walking distance, and a number of other, cultural things to entertain him, and fill his evenings. The townhouse-style complex has a unique design and a mix of larger apartments, supposedly for families, and smaller places for singles. Dave, though picked one of the larger condos to give himself plenty of room.
As a pharma sales rep, he works out of his home, when he's not on the road, visiting with the doctors in his area. For that, he usually slips on medical scrubs, they're less formal and comfortable, and it's easier to get into the doctor's suites, when you look the part.
His wife's departure left him depressed and horny. He had loved her, and had enjoyed most of their time together. But that was over now.
His efforts to find another woman to spend his time with had, so far, been a dismal failure, adding frustration to his personal issues. He'd addressed his need for sex, to a small extent, with a do-it-yourself approach. But he found that unfulfilling, even when he substantially increased the frequency of that particular pastime.
Deciding that frequency was not the answer, he looked for more fulfilling approaches. With considerable research and experimentation, he discovered that his pleasure was increased when it was less frequent, and in fact if it was mechanically restricted.
He reverted to the use of a chastity cage he and his Ex had purchased and played with. It had been her idea, after he got his PA, and at that point she had enjoyed it more than he had.
But now, he discovered that by restricting his masturbation sessions, by wearing the cock cage, and only allowing himself out on weekends, his orgasms are far better, more intense and enjoyable. He also finds the time in between to be a pleasant form of torment, as he longs for his next release.
He found it fascinating, when he contemplated his sexual practices, and realized that he now had developed his own secret fetish. One that he very much preferred over his Ex-wife's.
Outside of that one central kink, he led a quiet, comfortable and very normal bachelor's life.
When a new resident moves into the smaller condo across the central hall, Dave is elated. The woman is pretty and shapely, and seems friendly enough.
Not wanting to seem like a predator, even though he's very interested, he limits his interactions with her to 'hi' and 'how are you?' Waiting for a time when he could approach her and feel her out.
It was actually two weeks later, though when there was a knock on his back door. One of the nice aspects of the condos were that they each had a front door, to the outside and a back door to a central corridor. From there residents had direct access to the underground parking area, and the trash bins and storage lockers.
So, Dave was surprised when he opened that private entrance to see his pretty neighbor, all panicky and wet.
"My toilette is overflowing, and I don't know what to do?" Can you please help? I can't get ahold of anyone from the management company."
"Of course."
Friendly neighbor Dave to the rescue.
He follows her back into her place, noticing when he enters that she's already done a good job of decorating her new home.
It doesn't take him long to identify a leaking seal on the toilet tank and turn off the water at the valve.
"You won't be able to use this toilet until a plumber fixes the leak, but you have a guest bath, right?" He says, as he stands up, turning. And as he moved, he bumped into the girl, who had been standing close behind, looking over his shoulder.
In so doing, her hand came in contact with his groin and the hard cage that he's wearing under his thin and now damp scrubs.
He can see that she's surprised. They're both blushing.
"Ah, is that what I think it is?" She asks, tentatively.
"Um..." he stutters, with no idea what to say, or how to explain.
Understanding his embarrassment and his reluctance to explain. She smiles wryly at him and speaks up. "Well, you see, just before my disaster, here, I was reading a story on the internet about a guy locked into a chastity cage."
Seeing from his reaction that she'd struck a nerve, she continued. "What can I say? I'm lonely and horny and the web is a wonderful place to entertain myself."
Slowly getting over his humiliation, and intrigued by what she was saying, he finally responds, after taking a deep breath.
"Yes, I've found a lot of, ah, interesting stuff on the web, myself."
She nods and smiles, he hadn't actually admitted that he was wearing a cock cage, but he wasn't denying it, either. So, she forged ahead. "And you have a secret. Is it your own, or your girlfriend's fetish?"
He remained embarrassed, but he was also intrigued. This pretty girl seemed interested and willing.
"It's mine." He said, quietly.
She smiled even wider. "I'd love to see it. Please." And she kisses him gently on the cheek and then on the lips. It was just a peck, but it got him excited, and his cock started pushing against its bars.
She stares into his eyes as she runs her hands down from his shoulders, onto his chest, and then down onto his belly.
"Can I see?" She asks.
He sighs and smiles at her, then nods. "If you really want to."
She giggles, delightfully, as she kneels down in front of him and begins untying the cord at the top of his pants and pulling them down. They slip off easily and slide down his legs to the floor.
It takes all of his will power to stand passively as she strips him. At this point he figures he has nothing to lose and everything to gain. He hopes that her inspection will lead to a trip back to his place, so he can retrieve his keys and free his cock to put it to good use on this very good-looking girl.
She giggles some more as she hooks her fingers into the waist of his underwear and pulls them down, exposing his hairless and metal caged cock.
"Oh, this is lovely." She whispers. And he shivers as she cups his balls in one hand and his cage in the other.
After a few moments of examining his chastity at close range she bends forward and wraps her warm mouth around his cock, cage and all.
