Chapter One
Aftermath
In the days following the punishing weekend at Laura and Christine’s house I really
suffered badly. The external soreness on my bottom was easy enough to handle – especially
with a few applications of sunburn cream. But the heavy strap had also caused a lot of
bruising so sitting down became extremely difficult; luckily Monday was a lab day at
university – most of it spent standing up at benches.
On the Monday evening I got a phone call from the girls; they wanted to know if I was
OK, how badly it hurt, all that stuff. I put a brave face on, but made sure they realized
I couldn’t actually sit down comfortably at the moment.
Laura sympathized. “I know my punishment wasn’t as harsh as yours sweetheart, but I’m
really sore too! I think we need to go a bit easier on you next time.”
“Or we can make sure to spread the beating over other parts of your body,” Christine
pointed out, helpfully on the speakerphone. “I don’t think easing up on the severity of
punishment is the answer.”
“No, Mistress,” I agreed. I knew Christine would be spending some time thinking about
my “training” as she now called it.
Towards the end of the call I spoke to Laura privately; she told me how turned on
she’d been while she was buggering me with the dildo, and she was so happy that I’d come
in the CB3000.
“You didn’t look happy at the time,” I chuckled.
“Well that was selfish of me,” she said. “I’m very sorry John, seriously. I’ve asked
Christine to think about punishing me for you. I want her to push my limits, like she’s
done with you; remember she’s my Mistress too!”
She paused. “I wanted to ask you something, and don’t bother about the Mistress thing
– this is between you and me.” She sounded worried.
“What is it?” I asked. I thought she might be concerned that things were getting out
of hand. Then it occurred to me she might be worried about Christine’s new found
“affection” for me. But it was neither of those things.
“I know how you felt when I told you about blowing Tony,” she said hesitantly.
“Look, darling, that’s behind us now; you know he’s a total loser, and I know you’re
not going to see him anymore. End of story.”
Another pause. “But the thing is. Well I don’t know if it was the circumstances –
being able to see him in such a state, or because it was the first time I tried it…”
“What?” I asked, a feeling of dread creeping into my mind now.
“Well I-I really enjoyed blowing him. It was a surprise at first when he shot his
load in my mouth.” I shuddered as her words triggered a mini porn movie in my head – my
lovely Laura and that greasy twat. “I want to feel that again.”
“B-but that’s fine!” I spluttered. “More than fine. It’s wonderful! I’d love it if
you did that to me…for me! I’d love it, darling!”
“How am I going to do that if you’re in chastity?” she pointed out, and for some
reason I thought she was serious.
“Laura, the chastity thing, it’s a game, it’s part of the big game we play, and we
can change the rules any time we want.”
“Oh, I don’t think that would be a good idea,” she said seriously. “Your chastity is
pretty central to the whole plan. And when I can see how much it changes you – for the
better I might add. You’re so much more attentive. So… so malleable. I feel that you’d do
anything for me.”
“I would, my darling. I would do anything for you. But when you locked me up were you
really planning to deny me an orgasm for a whole month?”
“No, not just a month; this is only the beginning for you, darling. Once you’re used
to wearing the device, and being without a proper orgasm we’re planning to make it
permanent. Well, at least as long as I’m your fiancée that is.”
I couldn’t quite think what to say. I was appalled at her words.
“Are you still there, sweetheart?” she asked.
“Y-yes,” I said quietly.
“And?” she asked.
“Y-you mean if I refuse to wear this thing you’ll leave me?” I asked hesitantly. I
was terrified of what she’d say back to me.
“Well, yes, of course,” she said in a matter of fact voice. “How did you think this
was going to go?”
“I…well I suppose I thought that after a while you’d let me out and we’d be…”
“What?” she chuckled. “We’d be what?”
“Lovers?” I whispered it into the phone.
Laura laughed out loud at that one. “Oh, poor darling!” she said mockingly. “That’s
not going to happen.”
“B-but I’m trying so hard to please you,” I pointed out. “I lost weight, I’m keeping
fit, and I’m working really, really hard. I’m trying to be a better man for you. I really
am.”
“And you’re doing really well, sweetheart,” she told me.
Suddenly something occurred to me. “Laura, you can’t expect me to do all this effort
without any kind of reward. It doesn’t work. I mean we learned that crap in biology about
operant conditioning. If you take the stimulus away, after a while the animal stops
behaving in the way you trained it.”
She laughed again. “And you’re my little lab rat, aren’t you?” she teased.
“You know I worship you,” I told her. “But I want to make love to you. Please Laura,
just tell me what I have to do to earn it – I swear I won’t let you down. I love you.”
She was quiet for a few seconds.
“I love you too, John,” she told me. She sighed. “OK, I take your point. I’m not
going to promise anything, but I suppose you’re right.”
“I’ll do anything to earn it, darling – anything.” I assured her.
“Oh shut up about it, will you? I hate it when you whine.” She seemed annoyed now.
“Sorry,” I said obediently.
“No, I’m sorry, darling. It’s just that I think you’re a long way from earning a
release, and I just need a man now. I suppose I’ll just have to find one. It’d be a great
way to rub your submission into your face. You won’t be the first man to come inside me.
How does that feel? Do you feel powerless? Pathetic?”
She chuckled down the phone. I hated her at that moment.
“Can I talk to Christine please?” I asked firmly.
“What? Why?” Laura spluttered.
“Laura. Please put Christine on the phone. Now!”
Laura didn’t respond but about fifteen seconds later I heard. “Hello John, it’s me,”
Christine’s voice sounded slightly amused.
“Have you been listening to this?”
“Yes, I have.”
“And you’re OK with the idea of Laura picking up some bloke and giving him a blow
job? Or letting him screw her?”
“No,” Christine said lightly. Then I realized Laura must still be in the room, and
she was able to hear Christine’s half of the conversation at least.
“Ah…but you can’t say anything with her there!” I suggested.
“That’s right. She’s very clear about wanting to find somebody, and I suppose that’s
just tough on you,” she answered cryptically. She would have made a decent undercover
policewoman.
“But let me be clear Christine. I hate the idea. Do you hate the idea?”
“Yes, I do, John,” she told me. I paused, thinking.
“Can you call me when you’re on your own – lunchtime tomorrow maybe?” I asked her.
“Yes.” She paused. “Well I suppose you need to put your feelings to one side for the
moment. I think that’s the best plan.”
“OK, I break at noon and I’m back in lectures at two o’clock.”
“Get some work done, John, and forget about this. There’s nothing you can do anyway.
Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Mistress.”
The next morning I realized there hadn’t been a Webcam Fire Drill that night, and I
wasn’t completely sure what that meant. Christine told me she always called to see me
kneeling in front of the webcam when she screwed Laura with the dildo. Did that mean…? Oh
I needed to forget about this and get on with my life.
From a sitting point of view Tuesday was a killer. Six hours of lectures; my arse was
in agony!
Dave noticed my constant fidgeting. Mid morning we were in the union café –
ironically the location of my earlier humiliation by Laura – and in the end I decided to
drink my coffee standing up.
“Have you got piles or something?” he asked pointedly.
“Oh God, don’t you start!” I said. I remembered the lecture I’d had on the bus from
the old geezer a couple of days earlier on my way back from Laura’s place. He’d assumed I
had piles too.
“What did I say?” he asked incredulously. “It’s just that you’re moving from cheek to
cheek – you look like…well I don’t know what you look like but it’s not natural. And now
you can’t sit down at all. What’s goin’ on?”
“If you must know my bum’s sore.”
“I see,” Dave said like I’d given him a weather report. “Inside or outside?”
I almost said “both”, but I think the information about the dildo and Deep Heat might
have been a bit too much for Dave.
“Outside,” I said eventually. I leaned towards him and spoke in a whisper, “Laura
wanted to spank me, and she got carried away.”
“She fuckin’ spanked you?” Dave inquired in his classic bellow. Every table in the
place turned to look. At this point, I noticed Angie and Lou sitting across at the same
table they had been at before. Oh Christ, this must be a regular haunt for them! Angie
caught my eye, smiled and waved. I waved back, rather sheepishly.
She leaned over to talk to Lou and then they both got up and came over to where Dave
and I were sitting. I groaned inwardly, remembering the scene that had unfolded last time
Laura was here. Angie had dialed the Goth look back a bit today, and looked particularly
attractive, in a Kate Bush sort of way. Louise was still fully Goth’d up. I cringed when I
looked at the metal piercing through her right eyebrow. Why did she do that to herself?
“Hello again,” Angie said to me, holding out her hand. “Laura never did introduce us
properly the other day. I’m Angie and this is Louise. Lou.”
She must always introduce Louise that way I thought. She’d used exactly the same
words last time.
“Hello Angie. I’m John, and this is my mate, Dave. Dave, this is Angie and Lou.”
“Hello,” said Dave, looking truly puzzled now.
“Is it OK if we sit down?” Angie asked.
“Of course,” I said. There were three chairs already at the table, so I gave the
girls the two spares and stayed standing.
“Don’t you want to sit down?” Lou asked. It was the first time I’d heard her speak
properly. She had the most beautiful Southern Irish accent I think I’ve ever heard. I was
amazed that somebody with such a lovely speaking voice seemed to hardly ever use it.
“Err…” I began.
“He’s got a sore bum,” Dave offered. “His girlfriend spanked him too much.” Again,
Dave said it in a voice that carried to the far end of the room.
“Yeah,” said Angie, grinning at me. “I thought that’s what I heard you say earlier.
So Laura really laid into you, did she?”
I was blushing furiously now, but I remembered the way I’d managed to get through
public scenes like this in the past. Basically you just go for it.
“Well it was the first time she’d done it. And she really did get a bit too
enthusiastic,” I said in a matter of fact voice.
Angie turned to Lou, “See? I’m not the only one who gets carried away,” she said. “I
wouldn’t have done it as hard the next time. I just got caught up in the moment.”
Lou looked down at her hands. “Well it hurt,” she said quietly. Then she looked up at
me. “Did you enjoy it, John?” she asked. “I mean, I know it hurt, but did it turn you
on?”
“It did at the time,” I answered honestly, “but it’s been a bit tender since. And now
I’m here and miles away from Laura and I don’t get the sexual tension to start the
endorphins flowing.”
“Did she use her hand,” Lou looked down at her own hands again, “or maybe a stick or
something?”
“She used a rubber strap. It was pretty wide so it won’t leave a lasting mark, but I
think because it was heavy it’s caused some bruising.” I saw Dave’s mouth flop open in
amazement at the course of the conversation.
Lou nodded slowly, her head still down. I wondered what Angie had done to her. She
seemed completely spaced out and it occurred to me she might be on to something. Her
pupils weren’t especially dilated though. I also noticed she had nice eyes – really nice.
Based on her eyes and fair complexion I would have guessed her real hair color should also
be red. The disgusting black hair dye didn’t suit her at all.
“That’s really interesting, John,” said Angie. “We’re going back to our place now.
Would you guys like to come over for some coffee?”
“But we’re in a coffee bar already,” said Dave. I slapped him on the back of the
head. I had a good angle for it – standing up has some perks.
“Thank you for the invitation, Angie,” I said. “But we’ve got a full day of
lectures.” I told her, smiling.
“We’re free most days,” said Lou, looking up at me now. Jesus, those eyes! Dark blue
eyes – they were quite extraordinary really. It was a shame about the rest of her look.
Her hair was so dull. I assumed it was all the coloring and loads of split ends. I stifled
a laugh – it struck me that I could be quite a bitch when I wanted to be!
“We’re doing Art and Design,” she continued. “We only have eight hours of lectures a
week and we don’t really need to go to most of them.”
“Eight lectures!” Dave cried in mock outrage. “Bloody Hell, we have thirty five –
and a lot of them are double or triple lab sessions.”
“We’re doing chemistry,” I pointed out to Lou. She smiled at me sweetly.
“Oh,” she said. “That’s really bad luck.” I noticed a twinkle in her eyes as she
said it. And she was suppressing a grin. Maybe she wasn’t on something – she was just kind
of weird, but in a nice way.
Angie stood up and offered me one of the address cards she’d given to Laura. “If you
change your mind, John, my mobile number’s on there. And I don’t have to use a stick – not
unless you want me to anyway!”
We managed to say our goodbyes to the girls and Dave and I headed out of the Union
building towards our next lecture.
“Well that was somethin’ out of the fuckin’ Twilight Zone, wasn’ it?” he asked once
we were out of earshot of the girls.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Well since you’ve been lettin’ the world know you’re into kinky sex you’ve been
chatted up by a beautiful Ergonomics girl. Who is nuts about you, in case you didn’t
realize it. And who appears to be rather normal. Then we get approached by a pair of
fuckin’ art student aliens who look like they’re brides of Dracula for fuck’s sake. And I
think they might be lesbians by the way.”
“You reckon?” I asked sarcastically.
“Bloody Hell, John, you seem to be some kind of babe magnet these days. I know you’ve
been workin’ out and stuff, but Amy is the most beautiful girl I’ve seen in ages. And
she’s so nice with it. Why aren’t you beggin’ ‘er to go out with you?”
“Possibly because I’m engaged to Laura?” I suggested. “Anyway I’m not good enough
for Amy. She deserves a lot better than me,” I replied before I’d even thought about it.
“And you let Laura hit you with a fuckin’ rubber strap?” he queried incredulously.
“What’s wrong with you? Are you fuckin’ mental or what?”
“Dave, it’s complicated,” I said.
“Yeah – you keep sayin’ that.”
Another two hours of seating hell in the lectures and I made it to lunch. I’d bought
some painkillers at coffee break and they did seem to be taking the edge off. I’d slipped
into the toilets and reapplied some of the sunburn cream too.
At twelve thirty Christine called me. “Hi!” I said. “I was really looking forward to
talking to you.”
“Hi, John, how are you feeling? And you know what I mean!” she chuckled.
I gave her a ‘bottom update’ and we got down to business.
“So the way I understand it,” I said. “Laura wants to pick up some random bloke and
give him a blow job!”
“I’m sorry to say that’s pretty much the story,” Christine sighed. “I’ve told her
what a fool she is, but she won’t listen to me. And of course you’d like to be the bloke
on the receiving end of that blow job, wouldn’t you?”
“Is that unreasonable of me?” I asked.
“Of course not and frankly it’s about time you asserted your rights in your
relationship.” Christine’s voice was firm. “I think you’ve fallen into a trap with this
submissive role. You think it really does extend 24/7, don’t you?”
“Wasn’t that your plan all along? I mean, especially for me. I’m the one who’s locked
up.”
“Look. That’s what people in the scene often see as an aspiration. I’m going to be
honest with you, John. When Laura tricked you into putting on the chastity device I
honestly thought you’d run to the nearest hardware store, buy a hacksaw and cut it off.
Why didn’t you do that by the way?”
“Well…” I stammered. Come to think of it, why hadn’t I done that?
“Do you mind if I make a suggestion?” Christine asked.
“I’m sure you’re going to anyway!” I chuckled. Christine ignored the sarcasm.
“You knew that your relationship with Laura was stagnating. I suspect you wanted it
to move to the next stage, but I bet you didn’t have a clue what that next stage was
supposed to be, did you?”
“I…well I suppose you’ve got a point. But I didn’t think the next stage would be to
be locked away and beaten up!”
“I saw the opportunity with you, John,” she said passionately. “I’ve wanted to, and
tried to dominate a man for so long! And whenever I tried, something went wrong. Basically
they’d always run away. But you didn’t, did you?”
“But you expected me to…” I started uncertainly.
“I suppose I did, yes.”
“Jesus!”
“But don’t you see? Because you stayed – because you endured your new situation – a
whole new set of possibilities has opened up,” she said, sounding very enthusiastic.
“As long as I agree to be deprived of sexual pleasure, and suffer whatever
humiliation and pain you choose to inflict on me?” I asked, pouring the sarcasm into the
phone. There was a pause.
“Exactly,” Christine said firmly. “So how do you feel about that?”
“Right now I feel like I could have made you happy with a lot less discomfort!”
“That’s so typical of you!” she chuckled. “You always see the pessimistic side.”
“You mean there’s an optimistic side?” I asked, genuinely puzzled now.
“I’ve had better looking boyfriends than you,” she began, “and richer boyfriends. And
boyfriends with nice cars…”
“Err, this is supposed to be making me feel better, is it?” I asked.
“Idiot!” she said, laughing at me softly. “I’ve never had a boyfriend who’s so
willing, and eager to please me. And I mean please me on the deepest level of my desires,
John. So let me ask you again, how does that make you feel?”
I paused; suddenly the consequences of what she said seemed to hit me.
“I-I suppose it makes me feel special?” I suggested, tentatively.
“I think ‘special’ is an understatement, darling,” she whispered softly. I hesitated,
not knowing what to say in response.
“Hello?” Christine said at last. “Are you still there?”
“Yes. I’m thinking.”
“Does it hurt?” Christine chuckled.
“Ha Ha,” I said flatly.
“And how do you feel about Laura?” she asked. It occurred to me that this was a
loaded question, if ever there was one! For some reason it seemed that I should say the
‘right thing’, even if that meant upsetting Christine.
“Christine, I’m engaged to Laura. I asked her to marry me because I believed I loved
her. I still believe I love her!”
“That’s good,” she said softly. “I’m glad you love her. I love her too.”
“Oh God, now I’m really confused,” I told her. She chuckled into the phone.
“Seriously, John, you’ve ended up in a crazy situation with Laura. Part of it’s your
own fault. I think there’s a huge, pent up frustration, for both of you, because she’s
never let you have proper sex with her. And all that was happening way before I got
involved. While she was claiming to be ‘saving herself’ you could rationalize that you
love her, and that you’re making a sacrifice for her. But now she seems to be turning into
a slut in front of your eyes. I know it upset you when I screwed her with the strap on,
but you have to agree it’s not the same as another man putting his dick into her pussy –
or into her mouth. She’s long forgotten whatever Jesus Freak notions she had. Her sexual
side is beginning to light up. You’re the man she loves, and you need to be a part of
it.”
I tried to put in my side of the story. “When you told me that you’d screwed her –
and when you screwed her again right in front of me. God that was an amazing turn-on for
me! Then she told me about Tony, and at first I was gutted. The images of them just
flashed through my head, but I turned it around again into an act of submission, and it
became even more of a turn on. I thought that was part of the process.”
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