Prologue

 

Greg stared down at the black, silicone rubber prison that now encased his cock.

"The plastic tag locks it in place - and that has a unique number on it - so I'll know if you try to tamper with it," Gemma told him. "But you see - there's no metal in it at all, so there'll be no problem wearing it through the airport metal detectors."

"But Gem!" he sighed. "I'm away for almost two weeks!"

"Which is why I need to know you're safely locked away, silly!" She slid her arms around him and hugged him gently - she'd just showered and her hair smelled of flowers.

"But two weeks? Whenever I've travelled to the States in the past we've always done...you know...our sexy phone calls. I really like it when we talk like that and we can make each other happy."

"I love our phone calls too! But we'll still have them, sweetheart."

"How? I mean - I won't be able to...to play with myself."

"I know! It'll be so cool," she chuckled. "I can be nicely tucked up in bed, and ready with my vibrator - I can use the noisy rabbit one so you'll be able to hear me using it; but you'll just be sitting there as my long distance prisoner! I'll be controlling you from six thousand miles away."

Greg kissed her - his wife was so beautiful; and he never got tired of just looking into her stunning blue eyes. They'd started playing The Chastity Game about a year ago - it had been Gemma's idea but if Greg was honest he soon learned to really enjoy it. It helped out with one particular "anomaly" that Greg and Gemma had in their otherwise perfect marriage - Gemma was bisexual.

While they truly loved each other - and had done since they first met - Greg was acutely aware that Gemma needed the company of women. It was purely for sex - Gemma rarely allowed her lesbian affairs to last more than a month or so; and so far she'd never gone back to an old girlfriend. More than one of them had tried to rekindle the affair with her, but she'd politely turned them down - Greg knew she didn't want to risk forming a long term bond with another woman.

But Gemma had the kind of character where she always had to be pushing boundaries; it was one of the things Greg loved about her. He was actually very happy that his wife was "experimental" in bed - what man wouldn't be delighted by that? Greg knew that Gemma would become bored by The Chastity Game one day and he assumed she'd then find something else to spice up their lives. For now he actually enjoyed the attention she paid to him - which was a bit weird because the "attention" usually resulted in him being denied an orgasm, or perhaps just being allowed to jerk himself off in front of her.

For the past few months the way Gemma played the game had become more and more...cruel. Greg knew, of course, that orgasm denial was supposed to have an element of cruelty. Since Gemma naturally wanted to keep pushing boundaries - her cruelty had progressively increased. She kept him locked away for longer periods, and when he was finally allowed out of his cage it was rare indeed to be permitted to actually make love to her. But he was allowed to kiss her, and to give her oral pleasure almost every night - in fact she positively craved the sensual contact with him.

She smiled, and kissed him on the mouth. Her lips were so soft and warm.

"I know it sounds cruel, sweetie," she whispered. "But think about the practicalities. Our sexy phone calls work OK when you're on the East Coast because it's only a five hour time difference. But it's eight hours when you're in California. There just won't be a time of day when we're both in a private place so we can play with each other. Are you seriously telling me you're happy to jerk off in an office conference room? Didn't you tell me they all have glass walls?"

"Yes...they do. But at the weekend..."

"You're staying with Raj and Gheeta, remember? They've got three kids, so I don't think you'll have much in the way of privacy."

He sighed. OK, she was probably right - the last time he'd been in California he'd actually faked the sex at his end of the calls, and then taken care of himself later in the day. Gemma had always made it clear that she hated him masturbating alone.

She kissed him again.

"So how many more orgasms do you need to give me before I release you?"

"Only two, Mistress." He whispered. They had a standing arrangement that Greg would be released when he gave Gemma one hundred orgasms. He'd been locked in his steel chastity device for over a month, and last night he'd almost made it to the magic number! They'd made love for hours, and Gemma took the opportunity to make sure she got the maximum benefit from Greg before he left on his trip. He had a suspicion that she'd actually gone well over the one hundred mark and simply not told him. But it was fine - the taxi he'd ordered to take him to the airport wouldn't arrive for another two hours. They had plenty of time now and it was typical of Gemma to tease him right to the point he had to leave.

"Well then," she told him. "Why don't you take me back to bed?"

 

***

 

Greg was pleasantly surprised by how comfortable the silicone chastity device was - even when he tried to become erect. He'd been kissing Gemma and giving her oral sex for about half an hour now and although his balls ached with the need to come, his cock was feeling pleasantly squeezed in its rubber prison. He was sure Gemma had already had at least three - maybe even four good climaxes. But the rules said that she kept score - she was the one who had to tell him when she'd passed the one hundred mark. He knew she had a small bag of the numbered tags used to keep his new chastity device locked. Once she'd acknowledged her hundredth orgasm she'd cut the tag; they could make love; and then he'd grab a quick shower before she locked him away again. His bags were packed and waiting by the front door - he hated the idea of forgetting things at the last minute and so he made sure everything was ready well ahead of time.

"Oh Greg!" she cried, squeezing the back of his head against her pussy. Yes - he knew that must have been a good one! He slowly stroked his tongue over her clit so she could feel the full pleasure of the afterglow to her climax. Her thighs were gripping his head, and he could feel her muscles trembling.

"You made it, sweetie!" she gasped. "One hundred! I know it's taken you a long time, but you're there now!"

"Sh...shall I fetch the scissors for you, Mistress?" he asked hopefully.

"There's no rush, darling. Lie back and let me please you - I know you love it when I kiss your nipples!"

He glanced at the clock by the bed - still plenty of time. He was so looking forward to making love to her! This was the totally crazy thing about the game they played. Gemma was the most beautiful girl in the world as far as Greg was concerned. He would never tire of making love to her; but when she denied him - in this case for over a month - he just wanted her more and more. For some reason he didn't resent the fact that she denied him - he welcomed it.

He rolled onto his back and Gemma snuggled into his arms. She was tiny compared to him - and he loved the way she could move her body all over his - right this moment she'd slid her leg up and was pressing it rhythmically against his throbbing cock.

"Are you comfy in your new chastity device?" she whispered. Her right hand was gently teasing his left nipple.

"Actually, yes!" he sighed. "I don't suppose you'd let me wear this one all the time?"

"I don't think so, sweetie; I like you in your steel cage more. I know the steel hurts you when you try to get hard, but you just have to keep thinking pure thoughts, don't you? You don't mind putting up with the pain for me, do you?"

Her mouth closed over his left nipple now. She bit down gently, and squeezed his balls.

"Argh!"

"Poor baby!" she whispered. "They feel really full - do they ache?"

"Yes!" he said through gritted teeth. She was squeezing harder now.

"Can you remember last time you made love to me? When you came that first time you cried so much!"

"I...I know," he whispered. "It was embarrassing, but I just felt so grateful that you'd...you'd allowed me to come inside you."

"You're my perfect man, Greg - you know I love you so much. Please don't hate me."

"Wh...why would I hate you?"

"I called the taxi company and moved your pickup time forward by an hour. The cab will be here any second."

"Wh...what!" he bellowed, sitting upright. "You..."

"Sorry, sweetie!" Gemma said. She was sitting a foot or so away from him, a wicked grin on her face. "You've just got time for a really quick shower - we can't have you smelling of my pussy all the way over on the plane, can we?"

Greg cringed as he heard the scrunch of car tires on the gravel in the driveway - the cab was actually a bit early. Mark - his regular driver - was scrupulous about time keeping.

"I'll go down and tell him you'll be a couple more minutes," Gemma said. She jumped off the bed and was slipping into a tracksuit. It was one of her sexy red gym tracksuits, and the stretchy material clung to her body in the most delicious way.

"Gem!" Greg was almost sobbing. Gemma hurried over and kissed him gently on the mouth.

"I think you already guessed I'm cheating - you'd already made it to a hundred and six orgasms last night - and you gave me five more just now. A hundred and eleven! Gosh - you are so amazing, sweetie! But since you're not going to use your love making privilege this time, I'll start your score again from zero when you get home from the States; are we clear?"

Greg heard the doorbell ring.

"I asked you a question, Greg - are we clear?"

He looked into Gemma's eyes and felt a flood of emotions wash through him. He loved her so much, but at this very second he could cheerfully strangle her!

"Y...yes, Gemma."

"Use my proper title!"

"Yes, Mistress! Thank you, Mistress!"

Part One

Tori

Tuesday, April 6^th 2010, 7:56 pm

 

Tori was exhausted after the final set of exercises in the gym; and the cool water from the drinking fountain tasted so good. Christ, she was glad she'd packed up smoking ten years ago; trying to catch her breath these days was already challenging enough! Her fortieth birthday had hit her pretty hard a few months back. But to be fair, it had come at the end of a pretty rough year - catching her husband in an affair, the messy divorce, and all this while she was recovering from serious injuries she'd received at work. Yes, that was a year she'd certainly prefer to forget.

But she was getting her life back on track. As she filled another paper cup from the water fountain she glanced in the mirror. Not bad, she thought. Her old job had demanded peak physical fitness, and since it was very male dominated there'd been plenty of macho peer pressure to keep her going. But she'd put on weight and gotten out of shape while she'd been in hospital. Fortunately, once she'd got out, nine months of physio and exercise classes had trimmed her figure nicely. She wasn't fooling herself - she'd never regain the same kind of figure she'd had when she was twenty five - that was an unrealistic expectation - but she was starting to like her more mature curves. Her hips and breasts swelled out nicely from a rather trim waist; good muscle tone without going butch. Yes, it really wasn't bad.

Her best friend Becky had persuaded her to splash out on a boob job when the divorce finalized last year. They'd gone to the clinic together for their procedures - Becky had always been flat chested, which had been an advantage for her when she wore a flak vest at work. Tori on the other hand, had always felt her breasts were one of her best features - even when they were squeezed against the ceramic plates of a flack vest. When she'd been accepted into the SO15 Counter Terrorism Command she'd had to accept the teasing about them from her male colleagues - part of a "woman's burden" in a traditionally male occupation. Time, and a very low body fat index thanks to her fitness regime, had taken its toll on her boobies - much to her ex-husband's chagrin. But the enhancement surgery had completely reversed those effects, and been a huge confidence booster when she needed it most. It was definitely the best five grand she'd ever invested.

She felt a tingle in the hairs on the back of her neck. She casually glanced in the mirror behind the water cooler - yes, she was being watched.