Part One of the Quartet

Steve was a muscular guy, standing around 5’8” and in his early forties. He was using the bicep curl machine at the gym when another man passed by. Steve, with sweat glistening on his face, caught sight of him and spotted what looked like a “necklace.” But it wasn’t jewelry; it was a short length of chain, similar to something you’d find in a hardware store, secured with a small padlock. This definitely grabbed Steve’s attention!

“HI,” he said. “I’ll be done with this machine in a minute if you want the seat. I’m Steve, by the way.”

Alan, wearing the “necklace,” was slender, about 5’11”, and moved with graceful ease. When Steve finished his set, he commented that he hadn’t seen Alan at the gym before. Steve wasn’t usually this outgoing, but he really wanted to engage Alan to learn more about his “necklace” and anything else he could find out. Alan replied that he was a regular, though he and his wife typically came in at a different time. That day they had changed their routine and arrived before work.

Steve casually mentioned the chain, calling it an unusual necklace. Alan unconsciously raised a hand to touch it and looked slightly uncomfortable as he acknowledged this. Steve knew it might be rude but felt compelled to ask who held the key. Before Alan could answer, a woman stepped up and put her arm around his waist possessively. To Steve’s great surprise, it was Susan, his supervisor at work!

Susan was a tall, trim woman with somewhat Nordic features and beautiful curves, appearing to be in her late thirties. At the office she was always cordial and efficient. Steve enjoyed working with her but had never actually had a personal conversation with her. Seeing her now in gym clothes, she looked even better than usual! He felt his erection beginning but knew it wouldn’t show because he was locked into a chastity cage as usual. Then he noticed that Susan was wearing a delicate gold chain with a key hanging from it and started staring. He didn’t mean to, but he just couldn’t stop looking at that key resting between her breasts. Susan noticed his gaze and began to feel uneasy.

“Uh, Steve, you’re staring,” she said.

Alan looked surprised and asked, “You know each other?”

“Yes, we’re co-workers,” replied Susan.

“I’m sorry Susan,” Steve said. “It’s just that… uh, I couldn’t help but notice the key you’re wearing. It… Well it looks similar to one my wife has.”

Her eyes sparkled. “Really?”

Steve looked down, embarrassed. This was happening way too fast.

“No, actually, I’m sure I’m mistaken.”

Susan reached over and grabbed his arm. She was strong!

“Steve, tell me about your wife’s key.” It wasn’t a request; it was an order.

As she looked into his eyes Steve surrendered and blurted out that his wife’s key opened the lock on his chastity cage, which he was wearing right then. She smiled broadly as her hand casually brushed against his crotch to confirm what he had said.

Steve was shocked and excited by where things had gone in just a few short moments.

“I’d like to meet your wife,” Susan said. “What’s her name?”

Steve had introduced chastity into his marriage three years prior. His wife, Marie, who had a Mediterranean appearance, hadn’t been keen on it at first but over the course of several months had come to appreciate how such a simple device improved their relationship. Now she was enthusiastic about him being caged and enjoyed talking with him about the characteristics of different devices. They had six in total, and Marie liked picking different ones for Steve to wear each day. It was their secret, of course, but Steve sometimes wondered what it would be like to share that secret with someone else.

That evening Marie was horrified when Steve told her what happened at the gym.

“No,” she said. “I’m not going to meet her. She and I don’t have anything to talk about.”

Steve replied, “Honey, do you remember how opposed you were to chastity at first? And see how your mind changed? I think this is a similar situation.”

Marie hesitated, then agreed. “OK, you can invite them over for drinks.”

The next Saturday afternoon at 3 PM Alan and Susan rang their doorbell. They chatted over wine and cheese until Marie asked Susan if she could talk to her in the kitchen. Once the kitchen door was closed, Marie said that Steve had told her about their encounter at the gym and that her private life with him was just that… private. Susan smiled and agreed that wasn’t a problem but added that she would still like to talk about her life with Alan, if that was OK. And that she wanted that conversation to take place with both of them present, also if that was acceptable. Marie took a deep breath and agreed.

Back in the living room, Alan and Steve were chatting about the football season when Susan and Marie returned. Susan told Alan they would talk about themselves now and that most likely Steve and Marie would only listen. Alan’s demeanor changed drastically as he listened to Susan; he seemed … obedient.

“We’ve been married for ten years,” Susan began. “It’s always been important to me to be in charge, and Alan doesn’t mind. In fact he seems to prefer me making the decisions and telling him what to do. I’m always nice about it, never mean. Well, usually not mean. Sometimes Alan gets a contrary idea in his head and I have to discipline him to bring him back in line.”

“What kind of ideas?” Marie asked, intrigued.

“Well, for example, he might not want to do the yardwork. Or he might say that he will do it but then it doesn’t get done. In that case I might spank him a little.”

Marie was shocked. “Spank him?”

“Well sure, don’t you sometimes use domestic discipline on Steve?”

“No, I don’t,” replied Marie. Her mind was a blur of confusion.

Susan continued, “When I say spank him you have to understand that there are different kinds of spanking. Mine hurt, I’m sure, but I know that Alan appreciates how much I care about him. I know that he wants to please me, so the spankings are motivational. When I spank him he understands that I want him to improve his behavior and that I care enough about him to go to the trouble to spank him.”

“Couldn’t you just tell him?” Marie asked.

“I’m sure I could but spanking is so much more immediate and difficult to forget!” Susan said with a smile. “Also, I happen to like spanking him. I like having him over my knee and being in control!”

As Susan talked, Alan looked carefully at Steve and Marie. He wanted to see how they would react, with shock or interest. He saw interest on Steve’s face but wasn’t quite sure how to interpret Marie.

Marie had heard about all she could take in one go. She offered her guests more wine and cheese. Susan understood that Marie felt overwhelmed and thanked her for her hospitality, but said it really was time to go.

After their guests left, Steve and Marie turned to each other.

“That was intense,” said Steve. “Can you imagine actually spanking me?”

“Well, sometimes you frustrate me when I don’t seem to be able to get you to see how right I am. I wouldn’t want to hurt you but I wonder if a spank would help convince you.” Marie was smiling as she said that.

Steve felt sure she was kidding. But he was intrigued …would she? His penis stirred in its cage. He had always wanted Marie to take a firm hand to him to satisfy his submissive streak, but up until now she wouldn’t consider acting in such a ‘dominant’ way. Steve was excited by the possibility that Marie might act more assertively than just participating in his chastity. Hearing that Susan, who he knew from work, actively spanked her husband was tremendously exciting.

Marie continued smiling and Steve felt sure she was kidding. But he remained intrigued… would she? His penis stirred in its cage.

The next Monday at work Steve greeted Susan as usual, but not surprisingly there was an extra something going on between them.

In a low voice Susan asked, “Are you wearing?”

“Of course,” said Steve, blushing. “I always am.”

and walked away, leaving Steve to wonder how this was going to affect their work life together from then on. Susan invited Steve and Marie to their house the following weekend. They exchanged some awkward small talk until Susan, being the take charge woman that she was, turned to Marie and asked her what kind of device Steve was wearing right then. Marie blushed a little but responded that he was wearing a nylon custom chastity device. Susan asked Marie if she could see it. Steve was a little shocked as Marie hesitated but then turned to him saying “Please show Susan your device.” “Honey…” he said. His heart was pounding; was this really happening? “No, pull down your pants and show her” Marie said more forcefully. Reluctantly he undid his belt, lowered his pants and briefs, and stood in front of Susan. Susan, who was his boss at work! Susan looked at Marie to ask permission and then smiled as she cupped his balls in her hand and poked her finger into the holes. She was enjoying making him feel so vulnerable! “It’s so light,” she said. Steve tried not to get excited but couldn’t help himself. His penis strained against the sides of his cage, pulling the base ring tight against his balls. Susan enjoyed his reaction and continued teasing him until clear fluid began oozing from the tip of his penis. Susan giggled and turned to Alan. “Alan”, she said in a relaxed tone of voice. “Please show Marie what you’re wearing today.” Alan obediently lowered his pants and briefs and stood before Marie in his steel cage. His face was red with embarrassment. “Marie dear, go ahead and examine it,” said Susan. Hesitantly Marie reached out and lifted Alan’s enclosed penis. It felt heavy in its steel cage but it too started to show signs of life. Marie was a little shy and didn’t play with Alan nearly as much as Susan had played with Steve. Susan thanked the men and asked Marie to come with her into another room. When the women had gone Steve and Alan pulled up their pants and looked at each other. “That was intense. Have you ever experienced anything like that before?” asked Steve. Alan shook his head. “I’ve often wondered about other men who are in chastity but I never met anybody else until now. I participate in some on-line forums but of course everyone there is anonymous. This is extraordinary! I feel like my secret is out, and I like that!” “What do you like most about wearing a device?” asked Steve. “I like a lot about it,” Alan responded. “I like the reminder that Susan is in control. I like that I couldn’t masturbate even if I wanted to. I like the feeling of it as I walk around. I’m always aware of my cock and balls in a way that I wasn’t before I was locked.” Steve agreed that he liked the same things and added that he loved how it kept his focus on Marie and how he loved to keep her happy. “How about the spanking? What’s up with that?” Alan looked uncomfortable, like he was struggling within himself. But he replied, “Well, I hope you won’t judge me but I am very comfortable having Susan in charge. Her spanking me reinforces that she’s in control and that’s fine with me. Actually I appreciate it. To me it means that she cares enough about me to go to the effort!” Steve said “I understand. Thanks for being so open. I can see how it might be hard for you to talk about being spanked with another man. And no, I don’t judge you at all. I understand. I’m jealous! I wish Marie had some of what Susan has. But is spanking as far as it goes? Spanking is a turn on for me but the thought of being tied up and used sexually gets me hard very quickly. I’ve mentioned that to Marie but she doesn’t seem to want to go there. She always says ‘that BDSM stuff isn’t for me.’ I haven’t pushed it; our relationship is great already and I don’t want to upset her.” Steve asked Alan if Susan ever put him into bondage. Alan smiled and said “Sure, you remember the chain I was wearing when we first met? That was just a reminder for me. Susan and I love to play that game. I’m pretty handy and I enjoy fabricating things for her to use on me. Would you like to see some?” “You bet,” said Steve. His heart was pounding in anticipation. Alan led him to a room at the end of the hall and opened a large, beautifully made wooden chest. It had an assortment of finely made bondage equipment as well as paddles of wood and leather. Steve’s eyes popped out! He had never seen such a collection. Just then Susan and Marie came in. Marie’s jaw dropped when she saw what was in the chest. “You made all this?” Steve exclaimed. “Sure did!” Alan proudly replied. Steve was getting hard just looking at the equipment and hesitantly asked if he could touch anything. “Of course,” Alan replied. teve reached into the Box and pulled out a collar. It was wide, about 1 ½ inches, made of supple, smooth leather with a sturdy buckle and five D rings set into the leather. Steve stroked it, momentarily in a world of his own. Susan said to Alan “Let’s show them how some of this works!” She took the collar from Steve and fastened it around Alan’s neck, securing it with a padlock. Then she buckled a pair of well used wrist cuffs tightly onto each of his wrists and fastened them to the collar’s D rings with steel snaps. As an afterthought she used a short piece of rope to tie his elbows together in front of himself. It was very simple and it only took a moment but he was completely bound and helpless. Steve felt a swelling in his cage as he imagined himself in that same situation. Susan must have seen it on his face because she said “How about you Steve, want to try?” He tried to sound casual when he said “Sure, why not?” but he felt flushed with excitement. Susan said to Marie “How about giving me a hand?” Marie hesitated but agreed. Susan selected another collar from the box and handed it to Marie. Marie’s hands were trembling a bit as she buckled it around Steve’s neck. Susan saw that Marie was nervous and touched Marie’s hand gently to give her encouragement and support. Susan then pulled out a pair of cuffs. She gave one to Marie and, standing next to each other, they each fastened one to each of Steve’s wrists. Susan let their shoulders touch as they worked on Steve’s cuffs; Marie didn’t break the contact until she had to. “Marie, let me show you something else we can do.” Susan took a long, wide leather belt and passed it through Steve’s arms behind his back. When she tightened it his arms were pulled back snuggly, his hands pulled helplessly apart against the shackle that joined them. Susan and Marie smiled broadly as they looked at their two men. “Wow,” said Marie. “This is kind of fun!” She stood in front of Steve and stroked his chest and nipples. She scratched his back hard, and played with his cock in its cage. Steve loved the attention and her caresses. He arched his back in pleasure and rubbed against Marie who kissed him possessively. “It can get even better,” said Susan. “Let me show you something else!” She went back to the Toy Box and pulled out a delicate chain leash with a narrow collar on the end. She undid Alan’s pants and briefs which fell to the floor. His penis was bulging in its cage as she fastened the leash collar around his cock and balls, just above the cock ring of his cage. She proceeded to pull on the leash and… no surprise, he followed. Apparently he didn’t follow well enough because she took a black riding crop from the box and playfully hit his butt, urging him to follow her a little better. She didn’t seem to hit him hard but each stroke of the crop left a red mark where it landed. Alan was grinning as Susan led him around. Marie turned from them and looked at Steve hungrily. She seized his caged cock and balls with one hand and pulled them, drawing him towards her. Her other hand grabbed his hair, making sure his mouth was available to her. She kissed him again, passionately. Steve returned her kiss, thinking “This must be heaven!” As Susan and Marie were removing the collars and cuffs from t

Susan’s breasts brushed against Marie several times as they walked, letting the warm softness linger on Marie’s back and shoulder. A stirring rose within Marie; she liked how Susan felt so close. She noticed her friend wasn’t wearing a bra, which excited her further.

Marie was conflicted. While not accustomed to feeling this way about another woman, it felt both thrilling and comforting at once.

Later that night, after returning home with Steve, Marie voiced her hesitation: “I think we’re moving too fast. I don’t know where this is going or if I want to go there!” She hadn’t mentioned the touches she shared with Susan—how much she wanted to feel those warm breasts with her own hands. It was a new sensation for her; she had never before directed such feelings toward a woman and needed time to process it.

Steve replied, “I love you, and I know you love me. As long as what we do comes from love, we’ll be fine. Today felt good—even great! We’ve been exploring parts of ourselves that usually stay hidden.”

Marie snuggled into his arm. He remained the strong, protective man she knew.

Chapter 2 Over the next few months, Susan, Alan, Steve, and Marie spent more time together. They relaxed in each other’s homes, sharing food from the fridge and intimate touches. The two women especially came to view Steve and Alan as ‘community property.’

One evening, Susan mused aloud: “What would you think if we used identical locks on Alan and Steve? Each of our keys could open both locks. What’s mine is yours!” She grinned.

Marie had come a long way since their earlier days when Steve was in chastity. Now more assertive, she knew what she wanted from her husband and Alan alike, even enjoying intimate encounters with Susan herself. Though never imagining a sexual relationship with another woman, it felt right sliding into one with Susan.

Their marriage had expanded to include the other two; when alone they confided as before, but in the company of Susan and Alan, they spoke and acted freely.

“Absolutely!” Marie smiled broadly.

Alan, who was present, chimed in: “Don’t you think Steve and I should be included?”

Marie looked at him affectionately. “I don’t see how either of you could be unhappy with this new arrangement. Whenever I touch you, you seem very responsive!” As she spoke, she held Alan’s hands behind his back with her right hand. Despite being stronger than Marie, he yielded to both her will and his desire to submit. She kissed him on the mouth while exploring his caged cock and balls with her left hand, feeling him swell with excitement.

“That feels like consent,” she said.

Alan grinned sheepishly and nodded.

Steve returned from the kitchen, asking what was happening. Alan explained, then asked Steve how he felt about a “shared key” situation. Steve considered it; since Marie had mentioned their marriages merging into one, it made sense to him too. He looked at them all, smiling broadly, suggesting they have a ceremony.

Susan remarked, “Well, that takes things to a new level! I’m not saying no, but let’s talk more.”

Steve explained his view: the four of them had already achieved something amazing, with comfort beyond imagination. His idea was to celebrate what they had and welcome whatever came next.

Susan added, “You’re right. But consider this: Marie and I do as we please with you two men, and sometimes pleasure each other. However, you guys have that no-touch rule going on. It’s a hurdle for both of you, but I’d love to see you enjoy each other too! If our ceremony celebrates us together, it feels incomplete if you remain separate.”

Alan and Steve exchanged looks with nervous gulps.

Steve began slowly: “I recently had my first homoerotic dream. In it, I held a man’s penis—though I didn’t know who he was. It started limp but grew harder until fully erect. Though not mine, I played with it knowing exactly what to do. Finally, it came, spurting cum everywhere. I woke disturbed yet excited. Doing that with another man felt… wrong…”

The group listened intently. Marie broke the silence: “Steve, thank you for sharing! That was intense!” She laughed. “You’ve just described how Susan and I enjoy playing with Alan’s and your penises.”

Susan turned to Alan: “Honey, what do you think?” “About what?” he asked evasively. “Able to be with Steve,” she clarified.

Alan took a deep breath. He was open to trying it. “What would we do?” he asked Steve.

Steve hesitated slightly. Sensing this, Marie guided him forward and unfastened his cage after asking him to lower his pants. Susan followed suit with Alan. They stripped down until all were nude.

Marie nudged Steve toward Alan so they faced each other while she stood behind them, her breasts brushing his back. She stroked his back, arms, thighs, and between the cheeks of his ass sensuously; Susan did the same for Alan.

Steve tentatively touched Alan’s penis with one finger. Alan reached out, grasping Steve’s shaft gently with thumb and index finger—it moved in response! Marie produced a tube of lube from behind her back, squirting it onto their hands as she smiled broadly.

“This is amazing,” Alan said softly to Steve. “I haven’t masturbated since entering chastity, but I remember how. This feels different… Your hand knows what to do perfectly. It’s not my own hand on my dick—it’s yours!”

Steve agreed: “You’re doing for me what I would do myself if given the chance.”

Alan remembered his agreement with Susan regarding orgasms and asked, “Is it okay if we cum?” Susan and Marie exchanged glances. “Absolutely,” they said.

Looking into each other’s eyes, Steve and Alan continued stroking until their penises stiffened further and began to pulsate. Alan pinched Steve’s nipple; then came the orgasm, explosive and simultaneous as hot cum sprayed everywhere. Their women hugged them while they embraced one another.

Afterward, Steve felt shaky about what he and Alan had done.

Huh? He didn’t seem any different from how he was before, yet he felt like he were walking on thin ice. He shared his worry with the group. The two women and Alan reassured him that he remained the same man as ever, perhaps just seeing more of the world now. His passion for Marie and Susan hadn’t changed, but there was a new person stirring up his desires too. Of course, neither he nor Alan would have much chance to stray; they’d still be locked away most of the time!

Two weeks later, Susan got a small package with what she had been waiting for: two matching tubular locks that shared the same key. They were all set for their ceremony.

That evening after dinner, the four met in the living room. The lights were low and candles glowing. Marie took charge and asked Steve and Alan to stand up. She and Susan stood side by side, facing the men. Marie told them to take off their pants, then decided they should strip down completely as well. She and Susan each held one of the new matching locks along with the keys for the old ones. Marie unlocked Steve, pulling out his current lock and sliding in the new one. Susan did exactly the same for Alan.

In a serious tone, Susan announced to Alan and Steve that she and Marie intended to share them both, using them however they pleased whenever they wanted. But before making it official, they needed Alan and Steve’s agreement. For these two men, this was the realization of their deepest dreams.

They both answered “Yes” without a moment’s thought.

Susan and Marie each brought out a collar which they ceremoniously fastened to the men’s necks. Each collar had two leashes attached. Each woman took one leash from each man, completing the ritual. Their lives together had just shifted significantly, and no one could predict where this journey would lead them next!

Chapter 3 Although their homes were close, Susan and Alan’s house was bigger and, more importantly, featured two complete master suites. It sat a bit out of town, offering plenty of privacy. So, with little discussion needed, Steve and Marie started spending increasingly more time there. The relationship between the two couples had grown so remarkably tight that calling them just “two couples” felt slightly off. It would be truer to say they were two women sharing two men.

It took some time to get here, but Susan and Marie weren’t possessive about their men at all. They loved each other deeply and knew there was more than enough love and affection for everyone. The two men enjoyed being shared by these lovely women! Their greatest desire had always been to be owned by one woman, so now owning them both became a constantly wondrous experience. The best way to describe this is that the personal chemistry among all of them was incredibly close. Susan and Marie’s menstrual cycles synced up often, allowing them to stroke each other sensually or sexually. If either man happened to be around, they loved letting him watch. Alan and Steve sometimes touched each other erotically but mostly their touching signaled affection.

Given that sex is what it is, jealousy usually develops naturally. But not in this family! Each of the four understood how precious their relationships were. What kept their bond strong was that everyone worked hard to protect each other’s feelings. They were very attuned to one another’s emotional states; if someone felt neglected, another would step in with attention. They made a conscious effort to eat most dinners together and share not just facts but also emotions from their lives. They encouraged each other to voice thoughts they might otherwise hide, knowing that openness dissolves shame.

Not long after moving closer together, Susan got annoyed by one of Steve’s habits. He often left his dirty dishes in the den. She asked him several times to tidy up after himself; even though he agreed, he kept leaving them on the coffee table. Eventually, Susan had enough.

“Steve,” she commanded, “get the discipline paddle from that shelf over there.”

Steve’s mind raced with thoughts all at once. He knew what Susan meant and why. He also admitted guilt in his heart. But he didn’t want to submit to punishment yet realized he didn’t have to. After all, he was bigger and stronger than her; she couldn’t force him! Yet he understood this was a crucial moment—a turning point. If he defied her, the group dynamic could start unraveling. If he submitted, he would be accepting her authority in a very real way.

He got the paddle.

“Strip,” she said, “and bend over.” She looked mad.

Susan began smacking him hard with the paddle. The shock of pain startled Steve, and he gasped.

Marie heard the noise and came to see what was happening. This was another pivotal moment for her too. She saw Susan disciplining “her man,” but she didn’t ask why. Marie was happy letting events unfold naturally. She assumed Susan had good reasons, which was sufficient!

Susan struck ten times.

“Repeat after me,” she instructed. “I. Will. Pick. Up. After. Myself!”

Steve repeated her words. She gave him another ten smacks with the paddle and told him to say it again. He did.

Susan ordered him to stand up straight.

Steve was breathing heavily; the paddling had really hurt!

“Is there anything you want to tell me?” she asked.

“Yes,” Steve replied. “I’m truly sorry you had to do this, and I appreciate that you cared enough to put in the effort rather than staying angry with me and pulling away!”

Susan smiled broadly, hugging him. Gently and sensuously, she ran her fingers over his reddened behind.

“You’re welcome,” she said.

The combination of paddling and Susan’s sensual stroking got Steve very excited. His cock struggled against the bars of its cage. Seeing this reaction, Susan reached down and cupped his balls in her hand, rolling them slightly before saying sternly,

“No rewards for bad behavior. Put your clothes back on.”

When Alan heard what had happened between Susan and Steve, he felt a twinge of jealousy. Until then, he had been the only one Susan disciplined. It was painful to voice this feeling, but he respected it enough to bring it up that evening at dinner. This marked the first time anyone expressed jealousy in their group! Susan responded first,

“Honey, thank you for saying that. I know it must have been difficult.”

Alan nodded, wondering if he had lost his spot as Susan’s special guy.

Susan turned to Alan and said,

“You’re right that my disciplining Steve was an act of love. But the thing is, I have unlimited love for all three of you. I love you with all my heart. And yes, I also love Steve—and Marie!”

This hit hard. Married people don’t usually speak so openly about loving others outside themselves, but there it was, right on the table next to the mashed potatoes.

Marie spoke next, mostly addressing Alan.

“For what it’s worth, it was tough for me too watching Susan spank Steve. It felt even more intimate than our sexual activities. I was worried I was losing something with Steve. You all know I’ve been hesitant about participating in BDSM, but maybe I’m ready to change that!”

Marie stood up from the table and motioned for Steve to join her as she walked into the living room. She sat on the edge of the couch, unbuttoning Steve’s pants and briefs while he stood before her, holding his caged cock and balls in her hand.

She told him, “I’m going to spank you now.”

“Why?” he complained. “I didn’t do anything wrong!”

“Because I want to. Is that a problem?”

Steve hesitated. “I guess not.”

Marie pulled him down across her lap and spanked him in a lingering, sensual manner. As he lay over her lap, Steve realized the spanking he was receiving was something he had been wanting from Marie for some time.

for a long time. He relished every slap and relaxed on Marie’s lap, taking comfort from her left hand on the small of his back and her legs looped over his, holding him in place. When she was finished she asked Alan to come to her and did the same for him. After the last swat she stood him up, saw how he was bulging in his cage, and teased him through the bars. She said to Alan and Steve “I love you both very much!” This was sort of a rite of passage for Marie. It was intimate like sex, but in a different way. She liked it. Susan loved using the bondage equipment that Alan made. He got tremendous pleasure from designing and crafting fine pieces that he knew would be used on himself and Steve. He didn’t mind sharing his creations – it added to his enjoyment. Marie, who was initially reluctant to be involved with equipment, grew to enjoy using it as well. Sometimes she and Susan would discuss how and what they wanted to do with one or both of the men next. They compared the various qualities and characteristics of Alan’s implements and often offered creative suggestions to him for pieces he was working on. Alan absolutely loved this open discussion of his craft, as there really weren’t any other people with whom he could talk to about it. One Saturday afternoon while they were enjoying a cup of tea Marie asked Susan if she could put into words what she got out of male chastity and bondage. Susan paused to think and then explained “I can’t force a man to be in chastity. We both know that. He has to willingly participate, at least to put it on. Once he’s wearing a device I love the effect it has on him. I love how his focus becomes ME and what I want. Bondage is different. It’s more an exercise in raw power and control. He may think he wants me to have that control but once he’s bound he’s literally in my power. I love that power. I love that he’s willing to surrender himself to me. When I’m tightening those straps he’s MINE. When he’s tied spread eagle on the cross, exposed and vulnerable, the only thing that protects him from me is my good will. I can do whatever I want. Sometimes what I want to do is to inflict pain. There’s an intensity to pain that brings a focus we don’t normally have. And of course, there are the different kinds of pain that you get from different implements. For example, I know that when I whip Steve across his thighs it hurts him. When I release him and he falls down on his knees to kiss my feet I understand that he is both grateful for my whipping him and grateful for my stopping. The next day when he feels the welts he remembers who put them there. I like that!” Marie listened to her friend talking. She had watched Susan put both Steve and Alan into different forms of bondage and subject them to different forms of painful discipline, and was still on the fence about it. At times it seemed… brutal. Listening to Susan though, she appreciated the combination of brutality and sensuality that was involved. In fact, as she listened she felt herself getting wet as she visualized herself in that position of power. Susan watched Marie as she unconsciously touched herself between her legs, and completely understood the feelings Marie was having. She took Marie’s hand, walked with her over to a couch in light of the afternoon sun, and gently touched her breast. Marie’s body responded immediately, her nipple swelling to Susan’s touch. Susan peeled back her blouse and began licking and kissing both breasts. Marie moaned and pushed back into the couch, pulling Susan with her. Susan pulled off Marie’s pants and began fingering her. Just then Alan walked in with a bondage harness, a new creation of his that he wanted to show off. The women stopped themselves mid–fondle. Susan ordered him to strip, then she and Marie worked together to get him into the harness. It was a beautifully made creation of smooth, strong leather and fine brass fittings. When the final strap was fastened and tightened, he could barely move a finger. “You can watch,” Susan told him. “But don’t touch” she said with a smile. Marie and Susan resumed their passionate play. Binding Alan had only added to their pleasure. He was truly powerless and at their mercy! This time their mercy was to let him watch as they gave each other intense pleasure. The next time he was bound and helpless they might have something else in mind for him! Susan focused her attention on Marie, using her hands, fingers, mouth and tongue to stimulate her everywhere she could reach. Marie’s passion climaxed, her whole body tensing as she came. Susan hugged her tightly, then gently released her. The warm sunlight washed over them. “Wow,” Marie said when she recovered “That was great! How was it for you?” Susan smiled happily in response. Susan and Marie kissed each other gently, then turned their attention back to Alan. He laughed, saying that he had just wanted to show them the new harness and to get help with a fitting—but it seemed to fit just fine! Alan said that watching them, bound as he was, was incredibly hot. It was like being in chastity but ten times more. He was in chastity so his penis couldn’t do anything but swell helplessly in its cage. But not being able to move any part of his body made his feeling of helplessness and submission that much more powerful! As they undid the straps that bound him they held him in a loving way. Alan relaxed into their arms and softly said that the bondage was so perfect because he knew that they loved him, and that they would protect him from real harm.

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Susan was Steve’s supervisor at work. They tried their best to keep their new relationship secret, but it was difficult. Sometimes their hands would stray and touch each other. People did begin to notice the intimacy between them and started talking, as people will do in offices. Some co-workers knew that they were both married, and soon came to the conclusion that Susan and Steve were having an affair. One woman let her belief about this slip out when chatting with Susan. Susan didn’t deny the hint that she was cheating on her husband. The truth would have been more awkward to explain than the fiction! Back home, Steve did most of the cooking for the household. He was a skilled amateur chef and enjoyed the work. One evening, while waiting for dinner to be ready, Marie and Susan were joking that since it seemed like Steve was already ‘chained to the stove,’ maybe they should really chain him there! When he heard this he slowly shook his head. “Nope. Not gonna happen. When I’m cooking, I move. Did you ever notice how when I’m cooking there’s very little wasted motion? It’s like a dance, and you don’t chain a dancer!” With that he handed them a plate of delicious warm hors d’oeuvre to snack on until the main entrée of stir fried vegetables with chicken, steamed broccoli with garlic, and brown rice with quinoa that he was preparing was ready. Nothing more was said about chaining him to the stove. Please continue directly to Part 2

I liked the concept of a shared lock. There's another variation where each device has two locks, requiring two keys to open it up, with Marie and Susan holding one key apiece. Could be its own story..........

Wow! I don't usually go for spanking that much. But what happened was still great!