"I'm sorry Steph. But it just isn't possible, the best I can do is find out where he is moving to," Melody paced around her cluttered room as she spoke on the phone.
A purple dildo sat on the end of her bed, still wet from the long masturbation session that was interrupted by Stephanie's call.
Melody was spending almost every spare moment masturbating to the treasure trove of footage and published videos on the Supreme Sisters archive. Since gaining access, she could never seem to find time to tidy up. Even her marketing proposal was barely finished before the deadline.
"You couldn't find a single opening?!" Stephanie replied.
"No. They just never leave him alone in that place and he never goes anywhere on his own."
Melody took a deep breath. Her thoughts were still filled with images of Dean licking pussy and getting squirted in the face as he looks longingly into the camera. She needed one last orgasm to get it out of her system. These days she couldn't think straight without giving her dildo a good riding.
"Well, I guess that we just have to wait." Stephanie said, "Keep collecting intel on them and this 'Mother Freya' lady. She is clearly up to no good."
"Yeah, will do."
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Lady Lockwood's wanton gaze washed over Dean and filled his loins with arousal. The sensation of her eyes on him seemed to make the steel cage feel tighter around his cock. He stood in front of her wearing nothing but a collar around his neck with the words 'Lady Lockwood' engraved on the front. The chastity cage also bore her mark.
He had been looking forward to this day for two weeks, but now that it had finally arrived, he was sad to be saying goodbye. Part of him needed his domina. Two weeks of constant sex without orgasm had changed him. He felt connected to the ladies of the coven; domina Lockwood most of all. She had ridden him hard for hours every night; even after gruelling days of filming. The endless edging had imprinted his mind with her will somehow. The part of him that loved belonging to her had been growing day by day. This primal part wanted to be her property.
He fought with all his will to keep the promise that he had made with himself. Now it was time to follow through and leave that dark part of him behind.
"Congratulations on a job well done Dean," Lady Lockwood leaned back in her chair and sipped her brandy with a warm smile.
"Thank you domina," he said with a flutter in his voice.
"You did a great job helping Ken settle into his role. But now it's his turn to coach the new boy in his role, just as you did. We are quite excited about him. He's a blonde with blue eyes who just turned 18. A bit like a younger version of you."
She took another sip before continuing, "Anyway. I know that the entire team will miss you dearly."
Dean lifted his head and smiled politely before his eye was drawn to the keys hanging proudly around her neck and resting on her modest blouse. One of those three steel ornaments represented his freedom, but also something else; separation. Release from chastity also meant the end of lady Lockwood's protection and leadership. Life would never be as simple ever again.
"At supreme sisters, we are ladies of our word. As you know, Tammy has processed your wages."
She took another sip of her brandy before continuing.
"And it seems that your debut episode has made quite the splash online. I've already had a couple of associates reach out to me offering you some work if you are interested in some extra cash. But if not, we can part ways now."
She reached for her keys with a wrinkled finger, her manicured nails crisply tapping the steel as she sorted through them.
Dean nervously spoke up.
"I've taken another look at my finances. I can pay off all my college fees, but, my final semester will still be a bit tight. I do need some part time work over the next 6 months."
He was too ashamed to admit that he hadn't read the contract properly. It wasn't until he looked at his payslip that he discovered that he had accrued 7000 credits of expenses on food, board, clothes and health supplements during his stay at the supreme sisters pad. They took the money straight out of his pay leaving him several thousand short.
She could see the pained expression in his eyes. The poor stud was reaching new levels of sexual frustration. It had been almost 3 weeks since his last sinful boy-gasm; once that memory faded, things would get easier for him. She could tell that he was getting more accustomed to the long ridings that were required to satisfy the needs of the coven. Soon he would learn to love the feeling of being used and forget about selfish release all together. She could see that he was conflicted. He wanted release but needed to serve even more; he was already turning the corner towards healthy male desire. She knew that he couldn't resist the call of Dibella. Mark was much the same at the end of his filming schedule.
But with Dean it took so little effort. Daily doses of those pills kept him hard, orgasm free and always ready to fuck. It almost seemed too easy. She thanked Goddess for lady Freya's contact in Mesenet corporation. Early access to the experimental drug was probably illegal. But best of all, he had no idea about the drug he was taking. Instead, he was utterly convinced that he wasn't able to orgasm because of some magical spell. Gwen's stroke of genius had fostered a surprising level of devotion in him.
"Oh. I'm so glad to hear that you are looking for more work Deany."
Dean felt his cock surge against its prison. His futile attempt at an erection was met with a familiar discomfort and his face flushed with shame. How could he be aroused by the thought of his most humiliating moments being viewed by countless perverted femme? What had he become!? The cage felt like a mercy. Not only did it protect him from being ridden all day by the SS staff but it also hid his humiliating erection.
"Quite a few ladies of considerable means have reached out. One of whom is a very respectable domina."
Dean felt anxiety shoot through him for the first time in over a week.
"This job is outside 9 to 5 so you'll still be able to study. The job is for quite a prestigious ladies club that caters to very high-end clientele. High flying business types, not your common femme or tourists. If you do some evening dancing there, domina Lakshmi will let you keep your tips. I have it on good authority that a popular boy like you can pull in one thousand in a night."
"That's amazing money!" he thought, "I've done it! I'm getting through college after all."
"Okay. That sounds simple enough. I'll do it domina."
He tried to sound calm but his voice wavered a little.
"Great. You're welcome to stay here. The new boy will have the guest room to himself and you can sleep in my chambers with Mark and Ken. You know how I love sleeping with my harem."
She shot him a predatory smile from behind her glass of brandy.
"Thank you domina, but I've found a place."
He wanted to stay, life was simpler at the SS pad. But he had to keep his promise to himself; he couldn't stay one more day. Any longer and he would loose himself completely. It was time to take off the cage and finally enjoy release. He swallowed grimly, bracing himself for her response.
"Okay," she frowned, "We'll be sad to see you go. I'll inform poor Rita. It was her turn with you tonight. Poor gal will be heartbroken."
Dean felt numb. Finally, a full night of sleep that wouldn't be interrupted by hours of rough, painful sex that would only leave him more horny than he started. His sore and sensitive cock dreaded being devoured by Rita. That lady would only be encouraged by his wanton agony. Dean never knew that a femme could get so aroused simply by administering a spanking. Every session with Rita filled him with fear. But somehow, the world outside seamed even more dreadful now.
"Go and get my paddle and leash," she said while leaning back in her seat and idly fiddling with her keychain. Her confident smile folded deep creases into her leathery skin and sent a shiver through him.
His cock surged against its prison and his stomach tumbled. Sex always filled him with a combination of fear, dread and intoxicating arousal that softened his mind.
