Control: Forced Bi

 It wasn't until later I realized that Ashley had said she was going on a date the next day.

I had fucked her, though it had been with a strapon cock, my own cock locked up and dangling uselessly. It was closer and more intimate than ever before, but not what I had hoped for and wanted. I remember her saying that while we could get closer, more intimate, no part of my body would ever enter her body. 

I wondered if she really meant that.

Then it sank in that she had said she had a date the next day.

She released me, sending me home late that night, still locked and frustrated as hell and determined to convince her I was worthy of having my genitals unlocked. And not just that, but eventually to have a somewhat more normal relationship with her (e.g. fucking her).

But she had a date. That ate at my mind for the entire night. I tossed and turned, touched and stroked my locked up cock (much to my frustration and discomfort). What was this date? Was there some guy that she actually allowed inside her body? Or was this just some platonic activity. Was it even a guy? I could not assume it was, for all I knew Ash was bisexual and indulged with women.

After maybe a couple hours of sleep I got up, dressed and drove over to Ash's place and planted myself in my parked car a couple of houses down. I didn't think I was stalking, but Ash and I had a special relationship and if she was going out with others I wanted to size up my competition and understand what was going on.

At about 10am some guy pulled up in a classic Camaro that made big engine noises. He was tall, lean, good looking and energetic. Moments after entering her front door the two of them came back out and got into his car. He took off down the street. 

I tried to follow but he was going the opposite direction and passed me, and in the process of making the U turn I lost him almost immediately. I kicked myself about it, but determined I would be there when they came back. I just hoped they didn't end up at his place, in which case I was screwed and in for an incredibly long wait.

Checking on her house several times during the day, it turned out they didn't come back until almost 8PM. A long date-- all day. My stomach was in knots, pissed and upset and jealous. Ash was keeping my cock locked up and going on dates with other guys, and it galled me.

So I snuck to her place and looked in windows. I wanted to know if she was actually fucking this guy. I didn't know what I would do if she was, but I had to know.

Sure enough, I could see them getting it on. It was in the living room, and they weren't naked yet, but it seemed Ash was being pretty affectionate with this guy. They were in the process of stripping and feeling each other and kissing. I realized at that point, I didn't think Ash had every really kissed me. 

I stared in the window at the couple as the clothes slowly came off. Ash's top was off and the guy was fumbling with her bra. Her hands were in his pants, not bothering to unbutton them, she was just digging down reaching for his cock. I realized she was reaching for and touching this guy's real, unfettered, erect, hard, ready to go hard penis and also realized I was touching my own locked up, shriveled, caged member. 

My head bumped against the glass and they both looked over. Ash gasped, the guy suddenly left out the front door and before I could get out of there he grabbed me. I tried to run but Ash was there and yelled at me as well.

"Michael! What the hell are you doing out here, you pervert! Jacob, get him inside. I don't want to call the cops, he's a guy I know and I can handle him." Ashley had her guy drag me inside. 

"What's the deal with this dude, Ash?" Jacob asked once I was on my knees in front of him.

"He's a guy I know from gym, he's sort of become my bitch.  Hey, Michael. Since you want to watch so bad, I say OK. You can watch me fuck Jacob here. Strip him, Jake."

Jake was half undressed and Ash leaned over to his pants, pulling his belt out. The horrible thought crossed my mind that maybe Ash was going to try and strike me, strap me with the belt. I'd run like hell if that happened.

Instead, she wrapped the belt around my neck like a leash and collar. It tightened, and I realized she had control of me. No more running.

Jake chuckled and began undoing my clothes. I resisted. "Stop it. Stop this, Ash. I am sorry I was peeking, but I am not going to let this guy--"

"Oh? Yes, you will, Michael. I will report you as a peeping tom, and you will get arrested and during the search the cops will discover you are neutered and caged down below and they will take photos of that dangling useless blob between you legs and post them on the break room wall and laugh at you for the next year. And if you ever, ever want to get that cage off your cock and have another orgasm, you will do as I tell you to do. Now let Jacob strip you."

Ash jerked the belt around my neck. demanding obedience from me. I let Jake strip me. Ash had me with a belt around my neck and yanked it, demanding my attention whenever I moved. I wasn't thinking right, somehow all I wanted to do was please Ashley and stay out of trouble. Not to mention Ash was half undressed at the time and my heart was beating like a drum.

When the last of my clothes came off, Jake laughed at my locked up, pathetic cock. "Wow, he really is your bitch, eh? You have the key to that?"

Ash showed the key around her neck then pushed me to my knees, where I crawled at her feet.

"Jake, let's fuck. I want this guy to watch us. Let's fuck. He can help lick your balls while we do it."

Jake laughed and stripped off his pants, laying back in the bed. "Come on baby. Sorry, bitch, you get to lick my balls tonight!"

I stared at Jake as Ash dragged me over to the bed. His cock was out, hard, ready. I didn't want to see it. I didn't want to think of Ash taking that into her body. My own cock was completely locked up, flaccid, unable to do anything. 

Ash climbed on the bed, dragging me with her, and straddled Jake. Pulling me behind her, she dragged my face right up to her. She was riding Jake in reverse so she could see me. Her cunt and Jake's cock and balls were right in front of my face. I could see the lips of her cunt glistening, most. She was wet, enjoying this. 

I licked my lips. I loved being this close to Ash's cunt, it was heaven. I could smell her. The cock right next to it kind of spoiled things a little, but... I was still in heaven being this close to Ash's cunt and I wanted to lick it. I wanted to bury my face in her.

Instead, I watched as Jake's remarkably stiff penis slid right into her hole, easily, moving all the way in. She rocked forward, helping to make sure it penetrated all the way and then began riding him. He helped, thrusting from below, but mostly it was Ash

Ash pulled the belt collar tighter as she bounced on him, fucking him hard. I could see his cock going all the way in, sliding out, her wetness turning a little white and foamy from all the pounding. 

"Lick his balls," she panted. And I did. I moved in and licked his balls as they bounced up and down in front of my face. My eyes were watched her cunt and his cock inside of it. 

I remember thinking, this might be the closest I ever get to fucking Ash. By proxy. Being right here, seeing a cock inside her cunt, but it isn't mine. Mine is just floppy, uselessly unable to get hard. I can smell the sex...

Then it happened. I had accepted licking his balls almost without thought. It was as if I was having sex with Ash, but not really because it was someone else, but I was close enough I was pretending. I licked his balls, and it felt weird and disgusting but hey... my eyes were on her cunt getting fucked.

And it happened. She lifted herself up. His cock slid out, glistening wet from her juices.  Still hard as iron.

She grabbed the cock and rammed it into my mouth.

And I sucked it. 

My face flushed, my stomach churned, but I did it, because it was Ashley's hand that guided it toward my mouth, demanded that I open and take it in.

It tasted of Ash. I remember that clearly, his cock had Ashley's taste all over it. He thrust some, but I sucked it. I wasn't entirely sure why, other than she had my neck by the belt and was jerking it closer and was demanding it. And I obeyed and did this thing.

It was long and hard and made me choke and was so much bigger than I had ever thought a cock would be. I was terrified he'd come in it. I wasn't prepared to swallow semen. 

Not once did I think about stopping. Ash was demanding this of me and I obeyed Ash especially when it came to sexual things. She held my key, she was in control. And she was demanding that I suck cock.

Being able to look at her wet, juicy cunt helped a lot, but it makes me a little sick to think about what I did even now.

At the same time, I gave that guy a good blow job. It didn't last long, a couple of minutes, before Ash demanded the cock back and it went inside her again. But she turned around this time, facing her ass to me and I continued licking the balls.

"Lick his ass," she demanded. She was panting, really working fucking this guy. "Get your tongue int here and work his hole!"

I pulled back slightly then. Licking some stranger's asshole was off the table. I had licked his balls, felt the soft pliant flesh of his scrotum and the firmer testicles inside, and licked them wall. But my tongue in his asshole? Shit....

"Do it!"

"Do it, bitch," Jake growled and I felt the belt collar tighten around me neck so hard my head began to pound. It pulled me in, my nose in her ass.

 I extended my tongue... and it met his puckering, awful-tasting asshole.

She fucked him hard, riding him. He bounced up and down from the weight of her ramming up and down on top of his cock. They made a slapping noise, flesh banging together. It smelled of sex, sounded of sex, I saw their sex fucking, and tasted his asshole and the shit that had recently passed that way. I tried hard not to throw up.

I was licking his ass, getting my tongue inside and tasting more of his shit when he suddenly slowed and I saw his cock get harder inside her.

It pulsed. I'd never seen that, but he was cumming inside her! Contracting in an orgasm, Jacob was ejaculating his sperm inside my girl's cunt!

Ash held still for him while he grunted and dumped a full load inside of her. It took forever, it seemed like ten minutes of watching him push his slime into her, but it was probably more like thirty seconds. OK, maybe a minute. Hell, I don't know, I just know I stopped licking his ass and just watched.

Finally he stopped and slowly, ever so slowly, Ash pulled away and he let his cock slide out of her.

Maybe I should have just been grateful he hadn't cum inside my mouth when I was sucking him off, but I felt so incredibly jealous at that point. I was having a threesome with Ash and he got to cum in her and all I got was his asshole.

"Ugh.... that was good," he grunted.

"Clean me," Ash said, and at first I didn't realize what she meant. She shifted position off of Jacob and slid to where her cunt was just above my face. I could see a tiny bit of his cum oozing out. The muscles around her cunt were working.

All of a sudden a huge glob of white slim appeared.

"Take it," ordered Ash. I opened my mouth obediently, automatically, and the glob dropped down an into my mouth. 

I swallowed it quickly, because I didn't want it in my mouth, it was awful.

Several more big glops came down (this guy had put out a huge load) and I took them all then licked her clean.

Once again I felt sick to my stomach, the things I was doing to be close to Ashley, naked. To have sex with her. Eating another man's cum dripping out of her cunt. But I did it.

Ash and Jacob flopped down next to each other and relaxed in the warm afterglow of sex and orgasms. I pulled back and watched. Jealous, so jealous I wanted to explode, but I could do nothing.

They were just snuggling there and I finally stood up and went to get dressed, but Ash stopped me.

"Where are you going? Stay. I like having you here. If you stay, I will make sure you get an orgasm."

My eyes lit up. I'd been locked up for weeks now, so long I'd begun to lose track. 

"Ash, please stop teasing me," I said hopefully. 

"Babe, you've done really well today. You deserve to be unlocked and get an orgasm, OK. Just, wait. Wait until Jacob and I have had some relax time."

I sat at the end of the bed and watched them cuddle. He played with her body,  she idly stroked and kissed him. I thought they would be going to sleep but finally Ash sat up in bed and said, "OK, Jacob, I think it's time I let poor Michael out of his cage, at least long enough to ejaculate and empty those swollen balls of his."

"Sure," he said, looking at me and grinning.

She moved over and removed the key from around her neck (she always wore it there, always). Kneeling before me, she spread my legs slightly to expose my locked genitalia. Jacob watched with interest.

"Looks clean enough," she approved as she moved the key into the small lock that held the device in place. "I am happy with your hygiene."

It should have been a compliment, but was more humiliating than anything, especially with Jacob right next to me, watching.

Ash pulled the lock off then slowly wriggled the cock cage free. It had been weeks since it had been free and I was excited, my heart pounding. The cage was actually very tight, she had sized it that way for maximum compression and security. There was also the semi-rigid tube that went down my urethra, which made it almost impossible to slip the cage off.

When the cage came off my cock bounced and immediately began to get hard. 

"Look at him, how long has he been locked up?" Jacob asked.

"Oh... six weeks maybe?" Ash said. She left on the base ring behind my balls, it was hard to take on and off and was pretty tight. The main thing was my cock was free and hard as a rock.

"Oh, my! I think he is ready! Jake, will you do the honors?"

"Wut?" Jacob asked, puzzled. 

"Do him. Suck hum off for me, Jacob, honey. Be a good boy. I want to see the two of you together. A 69 maybe? You both get something?"

Jacob frowned and shook his head. "Uh, no... I'd rather not. I mean... it was OK having him suck me when I was fucking you, it was all part of the scene but... a 69?"

"Ppppleeeease?" Ash said, running fingers over his body and nuzzling his neck.

I reached down and began stroking my cock. Ash reached over and slapped my hand away, hard, twice. "Stop that. You get the orgasm I say you get. Now, Jake, please? I want to see you two, it will make me very hot, and... we can maybe do anal later?"

Jacob sighed and said, "Fine. OK. But I get anal, and... you don't tell anyone I did this."

He lay down on the bed next to me, facing the opposite direction. I had been hoping Jacob would refuse and I wouldn't have to suck him off again. I wanted Ash to give me my orgasm. 

It wasn't to be.

Jacob (who was actually a rather good looking, healthy guy) took my cock into his mouth and began sucking. He'd clearly done this before.

"You too, Mikey, do it now," Ash said, pushing my head toward Jacob's semi-hard cock. I sighed. My cock was aching for an orgasm and I hated that a guy was going to do it but... I told myself this was part of my threesome with Ash.

His cock went in my mouth and we were sucking each other.

I'd done 69 with girls a few times before, but this was... I hate to admit it, it was better and easier. Jake knew exactly what to do, and my cock was easy to get to, as was his. This was only the second time I'd sucked cock (the first being earlier that night) and I did my best. 

Especially, since Ash was pushing my head, guiding it, making sure I did my best.

Jacob came in my mouth, but not before I came in his. It had been so long I think my balls were bursting and I came in about a minute, spurting my load without warning. Jacob actually did a pretty good job of milking me, making sure he got it all out before stopping. That's when he let loose in my mouth and I took a huge load of his sperm. 

Ash had been shoving my head down, making sure I took Jake deep so the sperm shot directly into my throat and I hardly had to swallow.

The cock cage went back on almost immediately. My cock was still wet and lubed with my own cum and Jacob's saliva, so it went on easily. Ashley slipped it on and I was back in chastity.

I was sent home immediately, leaving Ash and Jacob to sleep the rest of the night in her bed. 

Control: Getting Personal

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Control: Dating Ashley

It took two weeks for me to build up the nerve to ask Ash out for a date.

My cock was locked up the entire time. Two weeks is the longest I'd gone without relief, and I was worried. I'd given up on dating, my relationship with Melody had come to a screeching halt and I'd decided I would focus on Ash. But that meant accepting her decisions about when she'd allow me to cum.

During that two weeks Ash had focused on me more, and it felt good. The attention, I mean. She put me on a more rigid discipline of exercise and diet. My physical therapy needs were basically over, and she shifted our emphasis to cutting down the amount of fat on my body and building up muscles.

Making my body leaner and harder. That was OK with me, though Ash really pushed me hard. 

Implicit in all the work was the idea that if I did well, she'd let me achieve and orgasm. In fact, at one point she actually said that.

"You are working really hard, Michael and I am proud of you. I think I might let you cum soon. Just focus on your diet more, I want one hundred percent compliance there. And trust me, I can tell if you cheat. That spare tire around your waste won't lie."

So I did. I threw myself into Ash's regimen, both to please her and in hopes she'd let me take off the cock cage and I could have an orgasm (or two).

It was a Wednesday, after my workout she supervised, when I finally asked her out.

Ash was pleased with my progress and it emboldened me.

"Michael, I am happy with what you are doing here. I think maybe it is time you cum for me. Maybe tomorrow, before you work out? Come a few minutes early and we can take care of you in my office."

"Actually, Ash..." I started a little nervously. "I was thinking, um... you know what would really make it special for me and be meaningful? If maybe you and I were to go out together and have dinner at The Sunshine Company. That new place that specializes in sustainables? Then afterward we could, say, maybe go to your place and you could do me, you know, give me the reward. That would raise my excitement level so high... um... I..."

I trailed off. She was looking at me with a funny look.

"Why Michael," Ash said. "You are asking me out on a date!"

"Yeah," I said, embarrassed. Ashley outclassed me and I suddenly realized it had been dumb to ask. 

"OK," she said, and I had to remind myself to keep my mouth closed, as my jaw wanted to drop in amazement. "But understand something. You and I are not in some sort of traditional romantic relationship. That isn't going to happen. I am your keyholder, and I will spend a little more time with you outside the gym, sure. But it has to be on my terms."

I nodded quickly. "Of course," I said. "Anything. I'd just be really happy to be able to spend some more time with you."

"OK. Then you will have to understand that on our date, I will be making the decisions. I will decide when and where. You will defer to me and my decisions the entire time. Is that understood?"

I nodded. "Yes. That would be great, actually."

It actually felt sort of good not to feel like I would be the hook to make sure the date went well. 

"All right then. We will be going out Friday night. Pick me up at my place at 6:00 pm. Screw the Sunshine Company, we are going to Fleming's Steak House. If, and I do mean if the date goes well, then you can have an orgasm afterward."

I was grinning from ear to ear. Ash had said yes, and her terms were just fine-- I was happy to let her make the basic decisions, it meant I knew she'd be happy with the date and I didn't feel the pressure. 

Ash told me exactly what to wear for the date. Slacks with a button up collared shirt and tie, but a casual sport jacket. I shined my shoes before hand, though she didn't ask for that. I picked her up exactly on time.

She looked fantastic.

I mean, until that moment I had only seen Ash as a personal gym trainer wearing tights or bicycle pants or sweats. This time she was wearing a black dress with black nylons and looked casual and yet somehow incredibly elegant all at the same time.

It blew me away.

Simply being seen with her in public made me grin and feel like a million dollars. I swear, people turned and looked at us. I knew she outclassed me, I am only an average looking guy and I was walking along with a gorgeous woman that has a high end supermodel body wearing elegantly tailored and perfectly accessorized clothes.

I looked down at what I was wearing and realized that while I had dressed the way she demanded, it was still not up to par. Too late now.

The date actually went reasonably well. It turns out Ash is incredibly smart; she has a history degree with a minor in English Lit. We talked about all sorts of things from current events to history to some of the latest medical advancements. She also has an amazing sense of humor.

Ash ordered drinks for both of us, martinis. I don't like gin that much, but Ash didn't bother to ask and simply ordered the drinks, so I drank it. She also ordered the wine. A rather expensive bottle, one that paired with the Chateaubriand she ordered for us.

I made no decisions during the entire meal; she ordered the drinks, the wine, and the dinner with the side vegetables.

During dinner she also reminded me of my special diet, instructing me how much of the meat I could have (three ounces) and informing me I could only have one tablespoon of the scalloped potatoes. I obeyed of course. Just being on a date with this stunning woman was enough for me. If she'd told me to eat rat droppings, I would have gladly.

My cock enlarged several times during the dinner. Just being closer to Ash and feeling her presence was getting me aroused and my extremely tight cock cage was simply not having it. It was uncomfortable, a reminder that this woman had control of my cock and my sexual behavior. Complete control I had given her freely.

Being reminded of that fact made me hard again. It was a vicious cycle.

After we shared desert the waiter came by (he had begin simply addressing Ash whenever he approached the table, as she was clearly making all the decisions), and put the bill down. Ash gently moved it over to my side.

I picked it up and looked. And almost gagged.

$537. Dinner for two. Drinks, wine, dinner, a shared desert. I had to add tip on top. 

"Tip him 20%," Ash gently admonished me. That was over a $100 tip. That was more than I normally spent on a date's dinner in total. But I pulled out my credit card and paid.

Ash patted my lap, feeling my metal cage briefly and said, "good boy."

That made me feel slightly better, but the size of the bill left a giant hole in my wallet and an ache in my head.

I had done one thing that night that Ash had not determined and instructed. It was my own idea, I got her a rose.

She accepted it with grace, smiled brightly, then informed me that it had thorns and she was disappointed in it.

I hoped she appreciated the thought anyway, but it did remind me that with Ash, I needed to make sure I tread carefully. She had made it clear that if we were to date, it was based on her criteria and rules.

Based on our relationship, which had been primarily professional and rigid, I didn't think Ash would be open to anything after dinner.  Like, she wasn't going to invite me over. I was locked up anyway and I doubted she'd just unlock me and have sex with me. 

I was right. Ash had me drive her home. I got out of the car in front of her townhouse and walked her up; she liked that kind of thing. At the door I waited patiently. Nervous as heck. I still couldn't help but hope she'd invite me in. She fumbled for her keys, opened the door.

At least kiss me, I thought to myself. I spent a lot of money on a date, and the least you can do is kiss me...

"Thank you, Michael. See you at the gym on Monday. Make sure you stay on your diet. On Monday we are going to start in on strength training for real. I want to see that body of yours get hard."

She smirked, we both knew there was one part of my body that wouldn't be getting hard.

And she closed the door in my face. No kiss. 

At home that night I broke a lamp and a mirror. My frustration with wearing the cock cage was extreme. But it wasn't as extreme as my desire for Ash and being so close to her, on a date, and not even being able to get an erection. With any other woman, in that same situation, I would have expected a night of debauched sex. With Ash I got "Thank you, stay on your diet".

The next week with Ash was just back to normal, except she was getting more intense in her requirements. 

"Michael, I want you to use this food diary from now on. Write everything you eat or drink in here, including something as simple as water. I will ask for it to check it at random times so make sure it is always up to date."

Ash handed me a small booklet. It was clear I was expected to do this so I accepted the booklet and nodded. "Yes, Ash. I'll keep it up to date and accurate."

My diet was strictly regulated. It was a good diet, I have to admit. Lots of protein, healthy, designed to get me into shape. But she became extremely strict with it, questioning me and making sure I strictly followed the diet.

My exercise routine became more intense as well, moving from rehab to actual health and body building. More weights, lots of running. 

Ash actually said it at one point. "I am remaking you, Michael. I can create something out of you, turn you around and make you something good. Just allow me control, and you will see the results."

Ash wants control over me, specifically so she can make me into something new and improved. At times I think she thinks of me as her doll or possession. A sculpture to mold and create according to her will. I am doing it because, well, I want to be close to Ash. I like being around her and like the attention she is giving me. Her having control over my body is somehow satisfying in a very weird way.

The effect of her regimen is clear, too. I am getting leaner, more muscled. I'm actually proud of myself. Giving Ash control is having a positive effect.

One day I might actually be able to lift weights as heavy as Ash does. Then she'll respect me.

Really though, I just wish she'd allow me to cum more often. 

I convinced myself that the more control I gave Ash the more she would appreciate me, like me, the better I would be as a man, and the more she would be willing to spend time with me. The closer we would be.

I asked her on a second date the next week. She said OK. Actually, she specifically said, "Well, as you have been following your diet relatively well and working out as instructed, I guess maybe you can have a break. Sure. We will go to Fogo de Chão. You can dress more casually this time. Pick me up Saturday at 6:00. Make the reservation for 6:30."

It had been three weeks now since my cock had been temporarily unlocked and I'd gotten any relief. Ash had not seemed to be inclined to give me any relief since then. Going out with her again... I was either going to come away ten times as frustrated, or maybe convince her to give me a little private time and an orgasm.

I dressed as instructed and picked her up. She looked amazing, as usual. Outside of the gym she had this aura of elegant sensuality that got me excited.

I could feel my cock expanding and being stopped in its cage. It did this periodically, it would begin to become engorged and expand but be stopped by the cage. As it got larger it became more uncomfortable and eventually the erection would subside. Being around Ash made that more difficult, but I tried to simply focus on making her happy and less on my own sexual urges.

That helped some and the erection relaxed though it came back at various times during the evening. Each time I simply focused on doing something to make Ash happy and stopped thinking about myself and my urges.

The evening went well. We talked and flirted, and it seemed like Ash was having a good time. She ordered for me again, and pretty much determined where we would go, what we ate, drank, everything.

Ash is really smart, and funny, and the more I was around her the more of a massive crush I got. Originally, it was because she was gorgeous, but more and more it was because she seemed like the perfect woman.

A perfect woman that knows what she wants, and likes to get it. As long as I gave her want she wanted, things went well. There was one point where I suggested we get a different desert, and sort of pushed; I saw the flash in her eyes and her serious face and it was scary. I backed down immediately and we got the creme brulee, just as she had wanted. 

All was well then.

In other words, as long as Ash was in control and getting her way, things between us were fine and she was happy and that made me happy.

As the evening reached the end I began to think more and more about wanting to get my cock cage off. 

As we were leaving the restaurant, I decided to go ahead and mention it. My stomach was tied in knots as I got up the nerve.

"Um, Ashley... I... was wondering if maybe tonight we could go to your place and maybe you could, um, well, it has been three weeks since I've had any release. You know. My chastity. Could we... what do you think?"

She looked at me sharply as we stood outside the car.

"I certainly hope you aren't suggesting that I might fuck you," she snapped at me.

My eyes went wide and I shook my head, putting my hands up. "Oh, no. No... no. Of course not." Down deep I might have thought that but clearly it was out of the question. "Just... you know... my cage off, a little relief like we do at the gym..."

She looked at me with disgust, eyes going up and down my body.

"Get in the car. Take me home," she commanded. I did as she demanded.

We didn't say a word during the drive back. She stared out the window, not saying anything. I wanted to sink through the seat down through the ground and disappear.

"Pull in right there," she said. "In that spot."

It was a guest spot at her condo complex. I parked, turned the engine off and went around to open her door. At this point I figured I was going to drop her off at her front door and get a "thank you" like before. If I was lucky.

When we reached her front door she took out the keys, opened it and entered. Once inside she turned around and said, "Well come in. You asked for it."

My hopes went up, I entered her house and she closed the door. I was inside her condo. Alone with her. This was a huge step forward. My cock had started to engorge again and was bulging between the wires of the cock cage. I tried to stay calm.

She led me in then turned to me.

"A couple of things I want to make clear. We've had a couple of nice dates. But understand something. I am not going to let you insert any part of your body inside of my body. OK? Do you understand that?"

I nodded. "Yes," I said in a husky voice. I didn't know what was going to happen, and the details of what she had just said weren't clear. I didn't actually understand, I think my arousal was too intense.

I followed her back into the bedroom.

"Strip," she ordered.

I dropped my pants, exposing myself. It's what we usually did.

"No, no. I said strip. All of it. I want you naked."

Oh. Things weren't happening the way I thought they would but still, something was happening. I was getting naked in Ashley's condo and that was more than I had ever dreamed. One step at a time.

With all my clothes off, including my watch and ring and socks and everything, I felt cold and vulnerable. Ash had not removed one item of clothing. It felt so unbalanced. At the same time my cock felt like it was about to pop it was trying to engorge itself well past what the cock cage allowed.

Ash inspected me. She checked the tightness of the back ring, and for any signs I had tried to remove the cage. It had a urethral insert that went far back behind where the penis extended from my body, making it impossible to remove without actually cutting off the damn thing, but she checked.

"You are clean, that's good," she said clinically. "OK. so I think it is time to introduce some level of discipline into the project,."

"Discipline?" I asked. "Um..."

"You will see." She pushed me back and I went back onto the bed, falling into a sitting position, laying back and supporting myself on my arms.

That's when I saw the riding crop.

"Ooowowwww.... fuck...." I cried out as the whip came down on my bulging testicle sack. It was clearly protruding from under my compressed cock inside the cock cage, and pushed up and out by the back ring. Perfect position for getting swatted.

"Move your hand," Ash said in a commanding tone. I had automatically covered my sensitive gonads.

"OOOWWW.... fuckfuckfuck..." I cried out again when the whip came down. "Why... ASH! Why are you doing this?"

"Michael, it is time you understand your role in this relationship better. I decide when you get unlocked. I am in control of your orgasms. I am not in the mood to listen to you begging for your sexual pleasure after a nice dinner out."

She whacked my balls again. It never occurred to me to ask why I was letting her do this, but I was. I could have just gotten up, gotten dressed and left (at least I think I could have). Instead I was laying there on her bed letting her hit my balls. I was actually spreading my legs to allow her easier access to my balls. To hurt them.

"You want an orgasm? You want me to provide a hand job? This is the price. The price for ruining a perfectly good date with your whining. The price for an orgasm. Pain for pleasure, Michael. Pain for pleasure."

She continued whacking my ball sack with her riding crop. I yelped with each strike. The pain was terrible, and after the first few strikes it started radiating out to encompass my hips. 

My stomach was getting nauseous.

I couldn't help but roll away. She was striking me, hurting me, with a regular rhythm. Whack. Whack. Whack.

To get me back under control she grabbed my scrotum. Her hand wrapped around my ball sack and squeezed, making my balls bulge out. She then was able to strike my balls directly, even if I jerked and rolled around. She controlled my testicles and made sure she could hit them precisely.

"Please..." I groaned.

"Please what?"  *Whack*

"Please hit me again, Ash?" she pushed.

"Please stop..." I moaned. Why wasn't I just getting up and walking away?

"Wrong," Ash said. *Whack*  *Whack*

"Please... hit me again," I asked.

"Better," Ash said. *Whack*

"Beg for it." Ash said again, waiting.

"Please... hit my balls again, Ash," I begged. I loved having her hand on my genitals in spite of the fact it hurt like hell. 

*Whack*

"You may have an orgasm now," Ash said. "Get up on your knees, hands and knees. Spread your knees."

I did as instructed. She unlocked and carefully removed the chastity device, sliding the long probe out of my urethra (it felt so strange to have it out after three weeks).

Grabbing my cock she began jerking me.

"Oh... fuck..." The pain in my balls was gone in an instant as the sensation of my free cock expanding unfettered grew with an erection that was as hard as any I had ever experienced.

Ash's hand stroking my cock helped it along. It had been so long since I'd cum or felt any pleasure down there it was amazing, heaven. I felt the sperm building inside me, the semen gathering as Ash stroked me.

"Cum for me, Michael. Now. Cum." It wasn't encouragement, it was a demand. Ash was demanding I cum, right then.

I obliged. My muscles began contracting and I moaned loudly, a sound virtually the same as when I had been moaning from the pain from her ball beating.

"Fuuuuuuckkkk..." I grunted and then felt the spurting begin.

It kept going. Spurt after spurt. Ash kept jerking, stroking and encouraging me and my cum just kept coming. It was the longest cum I had ever had. Probably the most I had ever ejaculated. 

And it was probably the best orgasm I'd ever experienced. After three weeks caged and all the frustration and hopes dashed and the date that night and seeing Ash in her condo, in her space, and letting her beat my balls and then drain me, that orgasm was like an explosion of pleasure.

Ash kept stroking me until she was certain she'd gotten every bit of cum out of my balls.

Collapsing to the side I moaned and panted, exhausted. My cock was still hard, though it was becoming softer. 

"Wow... oh, Ash... thank you. That... was worth waiting for. Amazing."

"Damn right. Now, you made a mess. Clean it up," Ash said in a demanding tone.

"Wha... oh..." There was a big puddle on the floor where I had cum. "Kleenex..."

"No. Lick it up. Do it."

I blinked a few times. By now I knew never to question whether Ash was serious about these things. She meant exactly what she had just said. She wanted me to clean up my semen puddle by licking it up.

The puddle was right next to me, so I rolled over back onto my hands and knees, leaned down and began licking.

I'd never tasted semen before. It was gross, I had expected it to taste bad in some way, but no, it only had a slight taste. What got me was just how slimy it was. I mean, it was gross. Some biological discharge from my body, pure slime.

"Ash, please... this is gross. No one should have to--"

"Oh fuck you Michael. You guys always want blow jobs and to cum in women's mouths and see them swallow it. And we do it, too. For you guys. So don't jerk me around, I know exactly what that stuff is like and I know it's nothing. Get the rest of it."

Oh. She was right, actually. I'd actually cum in a couple of women's mouths before and hadn't even thought about it. This was no different than what I had asked them to do. So...

I licked the rest of it up. I lapped and licked and made sure the floor was nice and clean. And I swallowed it all.

When it was all cleaned up Ash told me to lay back on the bed. "Let me get your cage back on."

Oh. Yeah. This freedom and sexual fulfillment was temporary. I lay back, spreading my legs to give Ash access to my genitalia. She tugged and pulled my flesh through the too-small rings, getting everything set for the cock cage and sheath that covered me and prevented my cock from expanding or being stroked.

She lubed up the urethral insert liberally (she knew how to do this) and slid it inside me, slowly but steadily. The familiar sensation of the probe going far up inside me was actually somewhat welcome. I started to get erect but she was pushing the cage on hard, pushing against my cock and forcing blood back out.

Ash smashed and pushed my cock back with the cage and eventually managed to get it on all the way and aligned with the rear cock rings. With a final click the lock went into place, announcing that I was once more locked up and under Ash's control. Subject to her whims.

Ash ruffled my hair and said, "Good boy. Time for you to go home. You can leave now."

I stood and got dressed as she watched.

"Don't expect this often," she commented as I pulled on my shirt. "I took pity on you. It's better if you maintain solid, strict discipline over your body and urges. I was a softy tonight. See you on Monday."

I showed myself out of her house and drove home.

It was a good night. My balls didn't ache and even though I relived having Ashley jerk me off in her house while on my hands and knees, I wasn't frustrated.

No, I had another date with Ash, was invited into her house, got naked and had an orgasm with her. I mean, if that doesn't constitute her and me in some sort of sexual relationship, what does? I had to admit, Ash was becoming a bigger and bigger part of my life. I didn't mind not being able to date.

Ashley was my keyholder and I had turned myself over to her, and that was OK.