The following morning there were a fresh pair of crotchless panties on my bed when I emerged from the shower, so I put them on without any push-back. John never said anything about the previous day as we walked to class together. Other than the fact that I dropped out of the rowing club and the cross-country team, due to my concerns about how to shower while wearing a cock-cage, my routine didn't change too much.
Every morning there would be a clean pair of panties on my pillow. I have no clue how many different colors Lela had purchased for me, but it was at least a month before the purple ones showed up again, and I am pretty sure that I wore a different shade every day. Every Friday evening after our ethics class, John would leave in Samantha's Maserati and spend the night at her house. Lela showed up at the Holiday Inn each Friday afternoon, and we would meet up after my late class.
The cock-cage did a remarkable job of assuring her continued virtue, as any intimacy between us, even kissing, was extremely uncomfortable for me. The lack of physical connection allowed us to strengthen other components of our relationship, and we became much closer friends and confidantes. We would talk for hours until late into the night, learning more about our childhoods, our dreams, and our aspirations. It was astonishing how little I actually knew about her, when my focus had been getting into her panties.
Ironically, now that I was literally in her panties, albeit wearing them, I could focus on her as a person, and we fell very deeply in love, in a spiritual sense.
Of course, being a twenty-two year old woman, Lela also had physical needs. While I wasn't in any position to meet them, when John came home from his night at Samantha's he would fuck Lela in my bed, as I waited in her hotel room. John was in the habit of bringing her to multiple releases, using a deadly combination of her Rabbit and his considerable oral-sex skills.
John still hadn't had sex with Samantha, and while she would usually come on his face a few times and then drift off to sleep, she would invariably reciprocate in the morning. To hear John tell it, these encounters nearly always occurred in the shower, and were usually restricted to a hand-job followed by an instruction for him to clean her glass enclosure.
After Lela was completely satisfied, and John's nuts were drained, they would text me to return to the room.
The first time that I walked from Lela's hotel room towards my dorm wearing my crotchless panties and my chastity device, I was shaking in anticipation. I had only been caged for a week, but at twenty-two years of age this was an eternity to go without release. When I got to the room that I shared with John, Lela was standing by my bathroom door in a beautiful lime green bustier and matching panties. She was smiling broadly and waving the key to my chastity device in the air.
After she beckoned me over she knelt before me, the bustier doing a wonderful job of lifting her breasts skyward. As my cock stiffened, the cage began to fight back, nipping me in several places and causing me to cry out in pain.
"Patience is a virtue, Mark," Lela whispered softly, as she lowered my sweats to the ground. "You look cute in pink."
As Lela pulled my pink crotchless panties down to my knees, she leaned under me and inserted the key into the tiny padlock on my cock-cage. As soon as she unlocked the cage and removed it from my penis, it stiffened immediately, and I had an erection within seconds.
"Let's check you for chafing or any sign of infection first," she whispered sweetly. "How was your first week in chastity?"
As we made small talk, Lela's dainty hands probed my genital area, checking my cock, balls and undercarriage for any signs of chafing. I didn't want to admit it, but as long as I didn't try to get erect, the chastity device was actually quite comfortable. Under the continued stimulation of Lela's soft hands I was leaking profusely, and desperately wanted to bust a nut.
"You are good," Lela informed me. "Everything is clean and no signs of any irritation. You may take a shower now. Leave the door open and make sure you wash your genitals thoroughly."
As I showered Lela stood by the door, engrossed in her phone, but looking up periodically to ensure that I wasn't jerking off. She waited in the bathroom as I dried off, and then handed me a fresh pair of panties.
"Put these on for modesty, Mark," Lela said firmly. "You get two hours out of the cage if you want to bust a nut. Heck, you can come twice if you want. I just need to witness it."
When I entered the room that John and I shared, there was a small hand towel laid in the middle of the floor, and on it were a bottle of KY lubricant and a pack of wet-wipes. John was reclining on his bed, seemingly not that interested in my upcoming jerk-off session. Lela joined him, resting in his arms as he spooned her and put his hands on her breasts. As John openly fondled my ex-girlfriend she spoke.
"Kneel, Mark," Lela said quietly. "On your towel. You have just under two hours of freedom remaining. Use your time wisely. It will be another week before you get your next chance to beat off."
As I knelt before my roommate and my ex-girlfriend I was resolute in my decision not to allow them the satisfaction of watching me jerk-off. Even though my cock continued to leak, and my nuts throbbed with desire, it was too demeaning to get myself off in front of the happy couple, as they lay spooning on John's bed. After a few minutes they tired of watching me, and began to kiss tenderly.
I could feel my jealousy awaken as John mauled my girl, while they kissed. I knew that he fucked her every Saturday morning, but to have to watch them be intimate took my emasculation to another level.
"Why don't you suck me off, baby?" John asked Lela, as I knelt less than six feet from them. "Klixen style."
Lela looked up at him adoringly, and he planted one tender kiss on her forehead.
"I love you Lela," John said quietly.
Even though the three of us knew that John's heart had been taken by Samantha, his profession of love for Lela spurred her into action, and she began to fumble with his belt. A few moments later, with his jeans and boxer shorts on the floor, Lela began her rendition of the Klixen-style blowjob.
I had watched enough movies on the Klixen website to know how this would unfurl. Lela would started with an all-encompassing worship session of John's nutsack and taint, moving slowly up his shaft as soon as he was fully erect. Then, as John whimpered under her ministrations, Lela would extend her tongue and tenderly lick his frenulum, until John's pre-cum flowed freely from the tip of his cock.
As it happened, Lela exceeded my expectations of an edging blowjob, so completely pampering John that he had to stop her on three separate occasions, before he blew his wad. I imagined myself in the same situation, feeling the sap rise as the love of my life took me close to the edge.
"Lela, please," I would have begged her in a respectful tone. "Give me a minute. I am really close."
