2009
Seattle, WA
"Thomas! You're my lawyer!" Cassy said sternly to the very uncomfortable man across from her. "I need options, not problems!"
"Ah... yes... ok..." Stammered the bald man as he adjusted his collar, Cassy had a way of getting him flustered.
The petite black haired woman with a streak of red towards the front huffed as she paced his office in her black high heels until he relaxed enough to speak again.
"So if adoption, and surrogacy are not viable, would you consider..." He said trailing off as Cassy stared him down.
"Consider what?" She snipped angrily.
Her lawyer picked up his glass of water, sipping at it to buy time. When he had first met Cassy years before it was in Las Vegas, they had a very memorable sexual encounter with his wife. Since then it was non-sexual, but the memory of it was very powerful, so much so he had been hard since his assistant let her in!
"Artificial insemination?" He said testing the words, Cassy sat down silently, so he proceeded to speak. "You choose a sperm donor and they plant it inside you when you are most... um... fertile. Your HMO would cover most of it as well."
Cassy seemed to ponder his words, her angry stare didn't diminish in its intensity, but neither did it increase. Without warning she stood again, then after a period of silence she spoke like a judge delivering her verdict.
"Set it up." She said.
"Very well." He replied. "I will get in touch with the clinic."
"No!" She exclaimed.
"No?" He replied baffled. "What do you suggest..."
"I want a live insemination." She instructed firmly.
Tommy started sweating anew! He didn't like the sound of this.
"Get me the Mule!" She said leaving his office.
Tommy picked up his glass to finish drinking it, with his confidence briefly restored he reached for his phone.
A few weeks later when Cassy was most fertile, Tommy had met her at the appointed place. She wore her vibrant black hair down, the streak of red vibrant and visible at the front. She had on a tight white top and matching bottom. Her white brassiere was visible through her top, causing Tommy to sweating.
"If you follow me..." He said softly leading the way. "the stall has been set up."
Down the hallway they passed several stalls. They were not the dens of animals, but rather the rooms that facilitated gloryhole sex. There were hole for men to insert penises, and larger ones for women to sit, stand and lay down inside of.
"This is it." Tommy said gesturing to a rubber lined opening on a hinge with a space for a lock.
He opened it to give Cassy a look inside, it was all made of solid wood with an angled cushion and pillow.
"This will do." She replied as she opened her purse.
Tommy stood there waiting for her to disrobe before him, but when she pulled out what looked like a cross between a jock strap and a slinky, his jaw dropped!
"Wha-what's that for?" He asked suddenly perspiring.
"It's a matter of trust." She said matter-of-factly as she moved closer to the ssweay fat man.
"I trust you..." He stammered.
"That's good, I however do not trust you." She said stone cold. "Now be a dear Thomas and lower your trousers."
Tommy bumped into the wall, seeing that retreat was not an option, he closed his eyes and undid his belt. This wasn't his first experience with such devices, but the first with someone other than his wife.
He kept his eyes shut until it was over, how Cassy placed such a contraption on him whilst he was aroused was a bad memory he would not like to think about again any time soon. After he heard this click of the lock he opened an eye to see Cassy stepping back from him with a two keys on a chain, each key was near identical, they were black with a large spade with a 'Q' itched on both sides.
"Thank-you Thomas, I am so happy that you are apart of this." She said putting the chain over her neck, then placing it inside her white top. "You may get dressed."
Once he was re-dressed, she started to remove her clothes. She was more beautiful than he remembered from their Vegas encounter, he started taking deep breaths to prevent his erection from returning, it was a pain he didn't want to experience!
"Thomas!" Cassy said "Open your eyes, I need you to hold my clothes."
"Oh yes..." He said dryly.
Her white brassiere was very alluring, it pushed her breasts together. The dark space between her tits was mysterious and alluring. The thought that she'd expose herself to him completely nude brought about a multitude of effects on his body. His heart raced, butterflies in his stomach took flight, and a dread in his loins for what those chastity rings would too him soon overcame him! Cassy however turned her back to remove her pants.
He stared at her black thong that disappeared between two perfect round ass cheeks. He could hear the jingle of the keys as she stood back up to hand him her folded clothes. She then removed her thong, handing it to him as well.
He stood there dumbly as she handed him her brassiere followed by the keys, he didn't know whether to say something about it, or continue to enjoy the pleasant aroma of her garments.
"Uhn..." He grunted as perfume mixed with her feminine odours causing his penis to fight with the steel that bound his manhood.
"You be a good boy now..." She said naked and patting him on the cheek.
"I'll... Uhn... try..." He grunted between gritted teeth as he saw her bare breasts, they were so round and perky.
What happened next surprised him the most, she took a step away from him, and then decreased in height by almost eight inches! He blinked several times in a row as he tried to digest the new information. Cassy however had climbed inside the compartment then closed it after herself.
A moment later he could see her exposed vagina and suddenly understood why she locked him into chastity! Her pussy was so wet and scrumptious! No sane man could hold himself back from a prize that beautiful and that close!
