Giving Without Receiving: Joyce's Tale in Part Seven

Chapter 7 Joyce Comes Clean Sort Of. I wake up at six, still with my arm around her. My shoulder and arm are sore from it. I roll over, get out of bed, and head downstairs to take care of business in the morning. When I return, she’s waiting for me in bed. “Morning Sweetie, did you sleep well?” “I was until you woke me up, but that’s alright—you can make up for it now.” We kiss and neck, basically making out for about an hour while she comes once. Of course, I don’t come at all again. We head to the bathroom; I start brushing my teeth as she sits down to pee. I get the water hot and step inside while she finishes her teeth. It seems like she’s gotten over not having me watch her urinate. We just wash each other up. Every time I try to encourage movement, she has me stop again. She probably thinks she’s had enough for now. Glen is going downstairs; “Come on down when you’re finished,” he calls out. What the hell is happening? Joyce doesn’t even wait for me to finish drying my cage—no kiss, nothing else. I apply some lotion and realize I’ll need a bottle of my own here soon. I decide to leave off my Speedos since they’re dirty anyway, and all my extra clothes are in the car. I find two women in the kitchen making breakfast: omelets, hash browns, and bacon look like what’s on offer. Joyce is wearing her robe with an apron around it. “Good morning Joyce, how are you today?” “I guess alright. That asshole last night—I knew I shouldn’t have gone out with that pompous ass.” “It was that bad, huh?” “Well, first of all, I had to wait for him to open the door for me here, and then when we got to the restaurant, he started walking away from the car while I sat there waiting for him to open my side. He finally caught on as he turned around to see if I was catching up and saw me sitting there. At dinner, he kept talking about his ex-wife and his last girlfriend, saying they were lousy at sex and hoping I could give him a better time. Then there were his hands—he wouldn’t stop pawing me. Once dinner ended, I told him to take me home because this wasn’t working out well for me. He got quite upset, telling me how much he spent on the night, accusing me of being ungrateful. So I stood up and called a cab. “I’m really sorry Joyce; come over here so I can give you a real big hug.” “That’s alright—I’ll be okay,” she says. After breakfast, I took care of cleanup duty. That seems like it might become my regular job now. Overhead, Janet was telling her mom about us last night and how it made her feel. “Well ladies, what are everyone’s plans for the day?” “Glen, I think I’ll sit here and mope a bit longer,” Joyce says. “Then maybe join one of those online dating sites where you can specify the type of guy you want and hopefully have more success.” I sat down on the couch between them, giving her a hug and a short kiss. “Janet, I was thinking we could go to the park by the lake for a relaxing day walking around. What do you think?” “That sounds good once it warms up a bit—maybe leave about eleven? Mom, are you going to be okay here alone? Maybe you’ll join us later?” “Oh I’ll be fine; you two need some time apart,” she says, reaching for the remote and turning on the morning news. Joyce doesn’t try to attack me or anything, just sits watching the news. Janet keeps her hand on my leg though, occasionally tugging and pulling at my cage—just enough to keep things from going soft. It’s pure agony. “Glen did you bring extra clothes to wear?” “They’re out in my car Joyce.” “I think you should probably get them so we can dress properly before heading out.”\n“Yes, I’m going up now to put on my old clothes and fetch the keys.” “You may just take that extra robe of mine lying over the chair,” she adds. Jan gets up to tell me she’ll retrieve my keys from inside my pants pocket. It’s a pink floral design—definitely not something meant for men—but I go along with it since no one is really awake yet on Saturday morning, and nobody here tends to rise before noon anyway. What else could I do? I put on the robe while Jan hands me my keys and try sneaking out toward my car. Just as I close the trunk lid after grabbing everything from inside, a young girl about f

Fourteen strolls past with her canine companion.

“That looks adorable on you, sir,” she says with a giggle.

I feel like I could just expire right then and rush back home.

We both head upstairs to change. Afterward, we walk down to inform Joyce that we are heading out. I wrap my arms around her in a genuine hug, running my hands along her waist as I notice something firm beneath her robe, feeling somewhat like the structure of belts. “Joyce, what’s under your robe?”

“Oh shoot, I didn’t want anyone to find out yet.”

“Well, what is it?” She opens her robe.

“I don’t get why you’re wearing a chastity belt?”

“Yeah mom, what’s going on with that thing and when did you put it on?”

“Sit down and let me explain.”

We take our seats; she sits in the chair opposite us. “First off, I’ve had this for years—I’ll get to that later. I wasn’t sure what kind of person my date would turn out to be, so I didn’t want to have intercourse on our first outing. I needed time to know someone better. So I put it on and locked the key in another portable time lock safe. I thought I set it for 14 hours but accidentally hit 74 hours instead. So here I am, stuck until Monday evening.”

“Mom, I don’t understand what you mean by having had this ‘for years’?”

“Your father and I used to play sex denial games; we started when you were about three. I haven’t worn one since you turned six. Your dad kept his on until the day he passed away. So yes, I know quite a bit about chastity belts. That’s why I have two time lock safes. I was planning to tell you later this week before I unlock Glen. You see, if I wear this while he is unlocked, you’d be assured that nothing would happen between us when we are alone together.”

“What do you mean by ‘alone with him’? Won’t I still be there?”

“That’s exactly the point—you two can’t truly be alone when he’s unlocked. Besides, since you aren’t seeing the key, I have to put my belt on before I unlock him. Once he is done, I relock him and ask you to bring back my key so I can release myself.”

“So mom, couldn’t I just wear your belt and handle it myself?”

“Janet, my belt won’t fit you; I was surprised it still fits me because this one was custom-made for my figure. My waist and hips are about two inches larger than yours. The belt needs to be tight otherwise it will slide off or cause too much movement which leads to chafing.”

“Well, why can’t I just get my own then?”

“I figured you might ask that. Perhaps you could, but it takes at least six weeks for ordering and manufacturing. Unless Glen is willing to wait another six weeks for some relief, this is the only option for now.”

“Glen, do you want to wait an extra six weeks?”

“Not really; I was hoping to get this thing off by this weekend or at least by Monday.”

“Well Janet, that settles it then. I’ll look into getting you measured next week. And no Glen, you are not being released until next Saturday.”

“I had to try though! This is driving me crazy and I can’t take much more of this.”

“As you’ve figured out, I know something about how long a man can go without release. The first few months require some adjustment, but after a while it gets significantly easier.”

“Mom, you said daddy was locked in one of these things until he died, yet you stopped wearing yours. Why?”

“That’s a question I really don’t want to discuss right now. It involves something that happened when you were six years old and nearly destroyed our marriage. I’ll talk to you about it later.”

“Daddy wasn’t cheating on you was he? He wouldn’t do that, would he?”

“Honey, I didn’t want you to know yet. I was just about to forgive him and let him make love to me again when the accident occurred. That’s one of the reasons I fell into such a deep depression; I hadn’t told him I forgave him. So that is all I am saying for now. You two go on your way and have some fun outside of the bedroom.”

“Janet, I think your mom is kicking us out so why don’t we get going?”

“I suppose so, but mom, we are definitely going to talk more about this later.”

“I know, just not right now. So get out of here you two.”

We stand up and both give Joyce a hug and kiss; mine was brief while she swatted my bottom as I turned to leave.

I automatically open doors for Janet and most any other woman who

happened to be at a door I was going through. We drove to the lake and got lunch at one of those pizzas by the slice places, and yes I pulled her chair out for her to sit down. We went through the shops just looking and talking about this and that and what classes we were going to take this fall. We decided to rent one of those two seated paddle boats for a couple of hours and pedaled to the small island in the middle of the lake. We had a blast just being with each other. I was truly falling in love with this woman but still didn’t know why. I still think she had a larger hand in my captivity than she was saying, but I don’t care anymore. We got back to her place about 5:30. “Mom we’re home” “I’m upstairs I’ll be down in a minute, why don’t you turn the TV on or find a movie to watch.” We found another John Wayne movie to watch, Stagecoach. Joyce walks down sporting her stainless steel chastity belt and nothing else I still like looking at those tits of hers. It looked like the NeoSteel with a bar going between her ass cheeks like I saw on the internet a couple nights ago. Since Joyce is nearly naked we took off our clothes grabbed some towels and sit on the couch. “Joyce that looks good on you, maybe you should wear that more often.” “Glen I know you’re trying to be funny but I have thought about it, I will wear it on first dates and probably second and third dates, but Monday evening it comes off.” Joyce decides to sit with us and plops down next to me. “Mom your going to wear it next Saturday why not just leave it on until then.” “So what are we watching?” She changed the subject and we knew to drop it. “Dinner is in the oven and will be ready in about an hour.” We started the movie and Jan snuggles up to me and puts my hand between her legs. I know what to do and slowly start on her I have no intention of her getting off before dinner so I just keep it slow and easy. She doesn’t say anything just softly moans. Joyce decides to put her hand on my leg and just rub and squeeze my leg. Can’t get to anything else even my balls are hard to reach with me sitting down, and we’re both locked up so she can’t do much anyways. About half way though the movie Joyce gets up and heads to the kitchen. Janet takes the opportunity to assault me and starts kissing me and tells me she needs to get off and tells me to hurry and finish her off. “Jan Sweetie, I know you want to right now but not until after dinner, we will have a great time when we go to bed. I’m not getting you off in front of your mother. You know she can’t get any relief so I don’t want to rub it in ok. “Dinner will be ready in 5 minutes why don’t you two get the dishes out and set the table. Wash your hands first.” “Damn it Glen you will pay for this later.” We go and wash our hands and set the table. During dinner, which was great, meatloaf, sour cream mash potatoes, steamed green beans with some kind of white sauce over them Jan brings up the subject of her father. “Mom, now tell me what happened with dad.” “You really don’t need to know, so let’s talk about something else.” “Mom I not going to drop this I want to know I just keep thinking the worst now I’m sure whatever it is can’t be as bad as I’m imagining.” “Alright, but you’re not going to like it. Your father and I needed to spice up our sex life and he found this chastity tease and denial thing on the internet and got me involved in it. At first it was just him that was locked up. We bought one of the plastic devices a CB2000 and then a CB6000, they weren’t very secure as I found out later. Well after about a year he talks me into getting this chastity belt. He measured me and sent off the measurements, it took eight weeks to get it. It fit perfectly, but took me weeks to get used to it before I could wear it more than a day or two. Your dad wanted me to be able to wear it up to a month, like I was making him do on occasions. So this went on for a couple more years he would always be locked up when not at home.

“I hadn’t realized he’d purchased a dozen or so of the same type and brand of padlocks until he found one that shared its key. You see, those small locks only have so many unique key combinations. Then I discovered his two-year affair with this attractive sales rep from work. When I confronted him, he naturally denied it, but I had evidence. He eventually admitted to the truth. I wanted a divorce, yet he didn’t want our family to break apart. I was chatting with a friend who knew about our chastity games and expressed my uncertainty. She mentioned that using dummy keys and plastic numbered security tags could make things more secure. My response was that he would just find a workaround, as I no longer trusted him. Then she said someone of her acquaintance could craft an almost unbeatable cage. If I wanted to preserve the marriage, this might give me peace of mind knowing he couldn’t stray. That’s when I met Mr. Upton—your dad—and we agreed that device would be his and I alone held the keys. He never slept with me again after about a year; then I allowed him to satisfy me.” “Mom, you mean Dad wore it continuously for seven years without taking it off?” “No, I unlocked him every month or so for twenty minutes, provided he hadn’t annoyed me and behaved well. When you were eleven, he had a week-long out-of-town work seminar and visited a locksmith. He was supposed to be able to pick any lock; however, when he returned, I went to unlock his monthly relief period only to find a key jammed in the mechanism. He confessed what he’d attempted. I told him fine, if you can’t let me open it, then live with this permanent jam. After another year, I said we could get a new one and have that old one cut off. He was afraid it might sever his connection but would consider it. I was just about to tell him he had to remove it—and forgive him when the time came—for us to make love upon his death. The coroner asked if I wanted them to cut it off. I told him to leave it; I’ll be buried with it on.” Now, an uneasy feeling started rising in me because she has plenty of experience with this stuff, and some horror stories I read over the last few days had worried me. “Now let’s finish dinner so we can move on to happier topics.” I received cleaning details again while the women went into the next room to talk, likely plotting something new for me.

We finished watching the movie; Joyce asked us if we wanted pie and ice cream. “Mom, just a small piece for me; I don’t need to gain weight.” “Glen, why don’t you give me a hand?” I stood up with her and we walked into the kitchen. “Glen, I didn’t want you to hear all of my sordid affairs, but since you have, I want you assured that only my daughters’ best interests are in mind and I will treat you fairly.” “Isn’t two weeks a bit unfair?” “No, six months would be unfair at this point given everything you’ve done as expected. That was the duration before Sam got his first release; he was lucky it wasn’t a year. So just keep doing what you’re doing and keeping Janet happy, and you’ll be happy too.” “Yes Ma’am, I’m starting to understand.” “Great, let’s put away the ice cream and pie and take these plates out.” We headed upstairs after dessert, stopping by the shower first on our way up. We played around a bit before getting out and heading to bed. I teased her, drawing close but holding back for another half hour or so. Combined with what earlier in the day and during the shower when she finally climaxed—it was like an explosion that seemed endless. After about 20 minutes, she said she needed a back rub and extra attention on her bottom. Oh god, not again; I knew what she wanted me to do. This time she hadn’t applied perfume and didn’t smell or taste quite as nice. Now I feared that if I failed to meet expectations and make her happy in every way she desired, I wouldn’t get released next Saturday.”,

I managed to get her off a few more times before being told to rinse my mouth. When I returned, she was asleep on her back, so I decided to just go to sleep as well.

Later, I woke up to find her sitting on my chest, telling me that I needed to wake up and have a snack before breakfast. I had to pee first but was trapped in the lock, getting her off several more times until she finally got off my face.

At breakfast, I asked if she could come over for dinner at my place tonight, noting that her mom thought it would be a good idea. We spent the day there playing video games and swimming in the pool. Joyce was somewhat aloof but would occasionally approach to give me a hug and a deep kiss. It felt kind of strange, but I think her belt shifted her mindset just a little.

We got dressed and headed toward my house.

“Mom, I’m here with Janet.”

We walked through the house and found mom on the patio starting up the barbecue.

“Hi Janet, nice to see you again. Make yourself at home. I’m just getting the barbecue going for the steaks.”

“Mom, is there anything I can do to help?”

“If you want to get the plates and silverware and set things up on the patio table, that would be great. Janet, why don’t you stay out here while we chat?”

“Ok mom.” What is she going to say to Jan? I can only imagine. I try to get everything outside as fast as I can so I can hear what’s going on.

Mom cooked the steaks and had baked potatoes in the oven along with corn on the cob sitting in hot water.

“The steaks are just about done; why don’t you get the potatoes and corn out, and bring them over? I’ll put the steaks on our plates.”

“So Janet, I hear you’re going to university. What are you planning on taking?”

“Well, this first year I’ll take all of my general ed stuff that I have to for about any degree, and then work on an engineering degree.”

“Engineering? That’s a little different for a woman.”

“Well, I’ve always been fascinated with large structures and just how they can stay up. After seeing the Hoover Dam and watching a documentary on how it was built, I think I got hooked. I’m real strong in math, and I think it would suit me nicely. I know it’s mainly a man’s occupation, but things are changing, and women now do all kinds of so-called men’s jobs.”

“Glen, have you decided what you’re going to do yet? You never seem to know what you want to do with your life.”

“I was thinking of asking Mr. Bingham about an apprentice position while I go to college. I’m starting to like what I see there and think maybe it’s something I could be good at.”

“Well, now that’s a start; finally some kind of direction on a career.”

After we finished dinner, I got the cleanup details while the women stayed outside and talked.

I started to take Jan up to show her my room.

“Glen, you leave the door open. I can’t control what goes on at her house, but there will be no sex between you two over here.”

“Yes mom, I know.”

I showed her my room and we sat on my bed for a while kissing.

“Oh dear, why don’t you two stop the lip lock and come down for some homemade cheesecake?”

“Ok, we’ll be right down.”

We finished the cheese cake topped with cherry sauce.

“Janet, I wanted to ask you if your mom somehow got Glen to keep the toilet seat down and clean the rim after himself?”

“Oh, that would be me. I told him to keep the lid down or else.”

“Well Glen, it seems Janet is having a good influence on you. I’ve tried for years to get him to put the seat back down. I knew cleaning up after himself would be hopeless, but you managed that also. Now that I know you can do this simple thing, I expect you to keep it up—or should I say down. It’s almost like you sit to pee lately.” I just kept my mouth shut. Janet didn’t miss a beat covering for me; there is no way I want my mom to know what I’m wearing.

“Glen, it’s almost nine now. You probably should get Janet back home. Don’t stay too long; it’s a work night.”

I drove Jan back home and we went straight to her bedroom. She stripped, told me to keep my clothes on, and lie down in the bed.

“Glen, I need you to work your magic on me.” She climbs over my face and I start to lick.

“Three quick orgasms later,” she rolls off and lies down beside me. “I needed that, Honey, thank you.”

“Well Jan, I probably should get going,” I say halfheartedly. I know I’m not getting out of this situation anytime soon.

“Ok, I’ll go downstairs with you,” she says enthusiastically. It seems like it’s going to be a long four years for me. As we pass the living room, I see Joyce wearing her belt.

“Good evening Joyce, I am heading home now,”

“Wait a minute young man, you seem to have forgotten something.”

“You mean a proper greeting.”

“Exactly, now get over here.”

I give her a big hug and squeeze her ass as she plants her lips on mine; her tongue hits the back of my mouth. “That’s much better. Will we see you tomorrow?” She has a weird look on her face after tasting Jan’s juices in my mouth.

“I think so if Jan wants me to come over.”

“Of course honey, see you about seven.” I go to kiss her but she turns her face and says I didn’t wash my mouth out properly, so I only get a hug.

I get home and do my bathroom duties before crawling into bed. Crap, the alarm goes off—it’s Monday already. I talked to Mr. Bingham about an apprentice job. He said he would look into it but noted that any decision could take a few months. I guess he wants to see how hard I work for him. The rest of the day went about as usual. After having dinner at home, I headed over to Jan’s house. Joyce greeted me at the door; she still had her belt on and was in a very anxious mood.

“Come on in Glen, Jan will be down in a few minutes.” She gives me one of her famous deep-throat kisses and grabs my ass. “Well, are you going to get out of those clothes or what?” I strip and she puts her arms around me again; our two metal cages clash as she pulls me against her. I think she’s horny as hell but there isn’t much I can do for her at the moment. “Glen, let’s sit on the couch and wait for Janet.” She takes me by the hand and we sit on the living room couch while she tells me to suck her tits. Now what am I supposed to do? The contract says to give her my love and respect. I have to respect her request. So I suck away at her left breast and massage the other. She just keeps moaning, and after ten minutes, she has me stop.

“Glen, this just won’t work; I’m so damn horny with this thing on. Oh well, another 20 minutes and I get it off.”

I say, “I’ve been locked up for almost ten days now; I really need to get out of this cage. Can’t you get the key for me tomorrow?”

“By tomorrow evening you will only have three and a half days left; you’re just going to have to learn some patience. Now let’s kiss some more.” Jan comes downstairs and grunts, “Ok mom, I’m taking possession of my boyfriend now. Come on GLEN, let’s go.”

She’s standing there naked and holds out her hand for me. “I’ll see you later Joyce.”

I’m led upstairs into Joyce’s tub. We have a relaxing time for the first 10 minutes as we cuddle; I imitate washing her body with my hands, spending most of my time on her breasts and between her legs. She’s starting to get worked up, so I figure I’ll prolong her agony again by keeping the pace slow and easy. She seems to have accepted this type of simulation knowing it gets her off hard. This goes on for another ten minutes when we hear noises from Joyce’s bedroom.

“Oh god yes, yes, oh that feels so good ah ah ah ah oh oh oh ooooh my god!”

“I think your mom got her belt off,” I say.

“That’s not the only thing she got off. Now let’s speed things up a little in here.”

I start on Jan in earnest, and she comes hard in no time at all. We start to hear more moaning noises from the next room.

“Glen, let’s get dried off and sneak out of here; I don’t need to see my mom getting off.” I wouldn’t have minded watching but kept my mouth shut. One thing I’ve learned around women is it’s better to keep your mouth shut. I dry her off and then myself. She says I can use the hair dryer in the other bathroom. We quietly leave, passing by the end of her bed just as she’s getting off again. I turn my head a little to get a better view of her pussy with her legs spread and a vibrator plunging inside.

Jan takes hold of my hand and pulls me along. “Glen, that’s the mother you were staring at. We don’t need to watch her anymore. Now go dry off and come join us in bed.”

I follow her instructions, applying some cologne before climbing into bed with her. We start kissing and making out. After a bit, I’m licking and fingering her pussy while she climaxes several times. She tells me to rinse my mouth out. It takes getting used to the taste of myself, but I do as I’m told, peeing at the same time.

I climb back into bed, cuddling up behind her with my hand cupping her breast. She seems to have fallen asleep; I wonder if I can stay the night. After lying there for about an hour, I drift off too. The alarm rings—oh no, it’s seven o’clock.

“Good morning, honey. Did you sleep well?”

“Like a log, but I’m going to be late for work,” she replies.

“Hurry up and get dressed then; Mom will have breakfast ready in about fifteen minutes.”

“Glen, you can’t put dirty underwear back on. Let me find you a clean pair.” Oh no, pink floral panties again! I know better than to argue at this point since I’m already running late.

We get dressed and head downstairs.

“Good morning Joyce. Hope you slept well,” she says.

“Glen, you’re still here? Well, I’ll fry up a couple extra eggs—it won’t take but a minute or two.”

We sit down to eat. “Thanks for the breakfast, Joyce. Sorry about staying over; we just fell asleep.”

“Well let’s not make it a habit, okay,” she responds.

“Yes Ma’am.”

I give both of them a kiss and hug before heading off to work.

Nothing much happens at work today except talking with one of the architects who showed me some things on his computer using the CAD program. I kept pulling up the back of my pants because I was worried about showing the top edge of the panties underneath. Bending over became a double challenge: not having my balls get pinched between the cage and legs, and making sure the back of my pants didn’t pull down enough to reveal the panties.

I couldn’t wait until the end of the day so I could take off these panties. Maybe I should bring some clothes and underwear over to Jan’s house and leave them there.

By 6:45, I arrive at Jan’s place where both are sitting naked in the living room.

“Glen, why don’t you get undressed too? Grab a towel and sit here with us.” I strip off my clothes onto the chair and grab a clean towel from the stack on the end table.

“Honey, just so you know, I got an email saying I can sign up for classes after seven tomorrow night, which means I won’t see you until Thursday,” she explains.

“Um well, I have the same problem for Thursday night—I’ve got a signup time at 8 PM. Found out this morning when checking my emails.”

“So looks like Friday is looking good then? We could go out for pizza or something and maybe see a movie afterward,” she suggests.

That sounds cheaper—or less expensive—than last Friday. “Sure, that works fine with me.”

“Mom and I were thinking since it’s warm tonight we might play in the pool and hot tub. What do you think?” I’m not turning down such an invitation easily. “Sounds good to me—are you two ready yet?”

“Not quite, we haven’t had our kiss yet,” she says.

I give Jan a big tongue-kiss, then turn toward Joyce who wraps her arms around me pulling me tight against her as she sticks her long tongue into my mouth. I love feeling her breasts press against my naked body.

“Mom, I think you’ve had enough for now; let’s go outside,” she says.

We break apart and stand up together. I offer each of them a hand to help them rise—you see, learning how to be a gentleman pays off!

Had great fun in the pool playing around—they tried pushing me underwater while grabbing at my feet trying to pull me down too! Climbed out next into the hot tub where things started getting more exciting. Jan didn’t mind seeing her mom and I kissing but it made me slightly uneasy since Joyce wanted things further than Janet was comfortable with. Still, doing everything she asked wasn’t bad; however, avoiding another whipping session mattered greatly to me.

Jan began teasing by placing my hand between

her legs and I started rubbing. Joyce grabs my other hand and put it between her legs. Shit I’m in trouble I start to rub her too. Jan starts kissing me as she gets warmed up, her mom just lies back against the side of the hot tub and starts to moan. Jan’s breathing get harder and she plunges her tongue in my mouth as she orgasms. Her mom in the meantime is getting close, if she gets off I’ll probably get whipped so I just slow way down and ease up and let her calm down. Jan just lays back against the tub and is taking long breathes. Joyce whispers in my ear to get her off or Saturday may never get here for me. Crap a whipping or I get to cum, I’ll have to chance it and start to rub a little faster and harder. I keep her going like this for another ten minutes, until she bites my ear and says now. Janet is kissing me again and grabs my hand Ok I figure if she’s in the throes of an orgasm when her mom comes maybe she won’t notice. So I try to get her off quickly as Joyce is near to coming. Both go off the same time, Joyce goes on forever though and is still going as Jan get over hers. Jan just turns her head away while Joyce thrashes in the tub. Even the noise of the pump and water swirling around us didn’t mask the noises she was making. We’re both in trouble. Once she settles down I try to avoid eye contact with either of them and just stare off into space. “Mom what have I told you, and as for you why do you let her have her way with you.” Why did I get the feeling this was preplanned and I was set up for the fall. There was nothing I could say that would get me out of this so I didn’t say anything. “Well Glen, HONEY, what do you have to say?” Crap I have to say something. “Jan, Sweetie pie, I didn’t know what to do your mom seemed to be in a lot of need. And I well I, you know I. Well what was I supposed to do?” “So you’re saying just because a woman is in some kind of ‘NEED’ you’re going to help out no matter what it is. How can I trust you if you give in so easily to another women making eyes at you.” ‘Now Jan you told me to help out your mother, I’m not looking at other girls and not flirting with anyone you’re the only woman I want, but you seem to come as a package deal, you and your mother, what am I supposed to do?” Her mother starts to climb out of the hot tub as we having a heated discussion (argument). “Glen I know it’s hard but you know what my limits are you have to stand your ground.” “But she holds my key and I’m at her mercy.” “She may hold the keys but it’s me who tells her whether to unlock you or not. She has some say in the matter but I’m the one you will have to deal with. I’ll figure out a suitable punishment later. Now let’s go get the chlorine rinsed off us and you can give me a back rub.” We head upstairs and she tells me to get in the shower and rinse off while she uses the toilet. I wait for her to join me when she says she’s done out here and to get out and dry off. Shit I think she’s still upset, I get out and she gets in. Damn it smells out here I thinks she took a crap. I quickly dry off and use the hair dryer, put some cologne on when she pops out of the shower. “Glen, go to my room and wait for me.” Oh great I think I’m getting whipped. I leave and head for the bedroom. I turn down the blanket and sheet and wait patiently on the side of the bed. She comes in and lies on her stomach and tells me to start with the back rub. I start from her neck and work down kissing her neck and back as I move down to my ass.” “Glen I expect you to pay a lot of attention to my ass and asshole, consider this your punishment. If I’m not nice and clean and fully satisfied with my orgasm you will get whipped and I want your tongue deep in me.” I’m thinking this is just wrong but the last lashing hurt like hell and I don’t want that again. So I start to kiss and lick. She may have rinsed off but she did not clean herself very well she stinks and taste like, well, shit. She starts to pull her legs under her and rai

ses her ass up. “Honey I need you to rub my pussy and get that tongue deep inside me. Now Janet and Joyce both have long tongues but mine is about normal and I can only stick it out so far. I try to get it in her hole as far as I can without causing a gag reflex. I start rubbing her as best as possible to get her off quickly and hope this will be over. Five minutes later she finally comes; she had to be holding back on purpose to take this long. She collapses and rolls over. Now my mouth tastes like you would imagine and the smell won’t go away. Thanks Honey that was wonderful I guess I won’t have to get the belt. Let’s go downstairs so you can get dressed and go home.” I head towards the bathroom. “Glen you can wash up when you get home, I want you to remember your punishment for a while.” “But I have to wash my mouth out.” “Not until you get home.” I go downstairs and get dressed. “Leaving so soon?” “Yes Joyce, Janet has finished with me.” “Oh you look like you just got run over by a truck.” She suddenly wraps her arms around me and sticks her tongue in my mouth and then quickly pulls away. “Crap Glen what did she have you do?” “Mom that was his punishment and it looks like you just got yours.” “Sorry Joyce, you were too fast for me to warn you.” “Glen I think you should leave now.” “Yes Ma’am.” I hurried out not wanting anymore trouble. When I got home my mom wanted to talk to me. “Mom I’ll be down in a minute I have to use the bathroom.” I rinsed and used mouthwash brushed my teeth, going to have to get another toothbrush after this. Five minutes later I could still taste and smell it. I went back downstairs. “Well Glen I see you’re early tonight anything wrong?” “No mom nothing I can’t handle, I’ll be home for the next two nights, we both have classes to sign up for.” “Ok, would you like some cheesecake and ice cream?” That normally would sound great but the thought of dessert mixing with the taste in my mouth was totally unappealing. “No I think I’m just going to go to bed now, maybe tomorrow night.” “Ok, see you in the morning.” I hurried up the stairs so mom couldn’t give me a kiss and hug. I went in and took a piss and washed my mouth out again. 6:30 alarm goes off another day. I still have a slight taste of shit in my mouth and nostrils, but it’s a lot better. I think a whipping would have been better, I’m never going to do that again at least, not if she smells. Work went ok I’m getting more used to the chastity cage and I’m not trying to use the urinal before remembering I can’t anymore. I pick up a couple of new toothbrushes on my way home. After dinner I went up and posted my thoughts on the chastity website. A couple of people told me to hang there it will get better. I just have to learn how to handle the situations and to try and avoid her mom whenever possible. I decide to finish reading the Naked in School story and was able to control my erections a little better. I don’t think kids being naked in school could ever happen at least not in the next fifty years. But I didn’t think I would be locked up like this either, just a month ago. The following day was pretty much the same. After dinner I went up and decided to see if I could watch a little porn, after 10 minutes my body had enough pain for the night. I clicked back to my home page. It was time to sign up for classes. Damn, I kept trying this class and then that one only to find out they were full or it conflicts with another class at the same time. Freshmen get the last sign ups why, because the second year students get first pick. It just not fair, hell my whole life anymore seems so unfair. By 8:30 I was done. I decide to give Jan a call and confirm times for tomorrow, and see if she’s over being upset with me. We talk for an hour she tells me her mom signed up for an online dating service and was looking over different guy’s profiles. She sounded like she was over being mad with me. I think her mom kissing me and getting a disgusting taste may have helped. I can’t wait until Satur

I am feeling incredibly lustful today. On Friday, after work, I bought more flowers—this time two bunches of red roses. Joyce met me at the entrance and told me to open wide so she could sniff. “That smells much better now; here is my kiss.” She gave me a quick peck with just a hint of tongue before pulling back. “Are those for you, Jan? And maybe Janet too? They look beautiful; let me fetch some vases.” Janet walked downstairs wearing beige slacks and a pinkish blouse with a strange design that revealed a bit of cleavage as her mom arranged the flowers. “You look stunning, Jan,” she said. “Thanks, Honey. Are these for me alone, or am I sharing them with Mom?” “They’re for both of you—something else you’ll be sharing too.” I probably phrased that oddly, but no one commented on it. “Mom, let’s put one arrangement on the mantle and the other on the dining table,” Joyce suggested. “That works for me.” Once the flowers were set up, we left. We went to our local pizza place where most of the high school crowd hangs out. When I pulled my chair back for Jan, a couple of guys gave us dirty looks while their dates smiled at me. “See? He treats her like a lady; maybe you should start doing the same,” one girl from the next table said loudly enough to hear. Later we went to see another romantic comedy that had just been released. We sat toward the back, and Jan would occasionally kiss me and squeeze my leg. It was around 10:30 when we returned upstairs to brush our teeth and do the usual bathroom routine. “Glen, why don’t you go ahead and warm up the bed for us?” “Okay, Sweetie.” The night is warm tonight; actually, the bed probably needs cooling down rather than warming up. But like a dutiful locked-up boyfriend and sex slave, I went to get undressed, climbed into bed, and waited. She came in naked and smelling sweet. I hoped she wasn’t expecting me to lick her butt or perform rimming—I learned that’s what it’s called after reading stories on one of those chastity websites. Things went about as well as could be expected; I made her climax five or six times without her trying to get me to do the rim thing. Afterward, I brushed my teeth and gargled even though she didn’t ask me to. I guess I’m getting used to falling into line. Why does I care so much for her? Being treated this way and having these feelings of love makes no sense. I came back down, we kissed for a while, then she turned over with her back to me. I scooted up behind her in the spooning position. All I could think about was getting out of that device in the morning so I could jerk off. What stops them from putting it back on after it’s removed? I mean, I could refuse, but then maybe I won’t get to see Jan anymore. At this point, does Joyce really believe she can keep us apart? There is the contract; if I don’t let them put it back on, I might end up owing a lot of money and still have to wear it. I could run away to another state and disappear, but with what funds? Oh, what should I do? I hear Jan breathing slowly and deeply—she’s asleep. How can she fall asleep so quickly when it takes me forever? Two months ago, I didn’t struggle with sleep at all; now my mind just won’t shut off.