I stir in my sleep; erotic dreams of you forcing my cock to swell painfully within the confining embrace of steel. I moan softly in the darkness as my mind plays scenes of you standing above me with a warm smile on your lips. 

           “Wake up,” I hear you say in my dream. I feel your soft hand caress my cheek and as I open my eyes I know it is not a dream.  You are here with me, standing by my bed, looking down on me with warmth in your eyes.   “Wake up,” I hear you repeat.

           I look up at you and smile, “hi.” Confusion being replaced by longing need and growing happiness at your appearance.

           “Uh huh,” you say, nodding. I can hear in your voice the deep, throaty passion of your enflamed body.  Your body is tense with excited anticipation and I can sense your growing need as I lie on my bed.  “Don’t move,” you tell me.

           I watch as you pull open your thin white dress and drop it to the floor by my bed.  You are naked to my gaze and my cock strains against the chastity belt you have locked onto my body.  No, I corrected myself; it is not my body. It is, like my heart and soul, your body. I would deny you nothing. 

           Was it only a few days ago when I had whispered those same words to you?  “I would never deny you,” I had said.

           There was a smile in your reply, “no?”

           I had shaken my head, “no.”

           Your response had frightened me but I knew I would not, or could not, as I had said, deny you.  “Then I want to deny you.  Go get your belt.”

           And I had, of course, obeyed. I had run to my collection of toys and had grabbed the steel and leather chastity belt as well as its keys. I returned to your side and stood next to you as you had asked, “are you ready.”

           Nervously I stammered a faint, “yes.”

           “Lock yourself up for me.” 

           I had grabbed the belt and buckled the twin leather buckles behind my back loosely.  With the belt affixed to my hips I slowly guided my flaccid cock into the curved slope of the chastity tube.  I fondle my testicles and force them into the small space under the tube. I reach down and pull the open end of the handcuff ratchet behind my balls.  I swallow heavily and look into your dark eyes.  You are smiling and with a nod I click the ratchet, locking the tube onto my cock.

           With my cock secured I once again reach behind me. I can only look at you as I tighten the belt and guide the free straps over a metal post.  With the straps secure I pick up a small padlock and lock the belt onto my waist.  I am chaste, secured in the firm embrace of the leather and steel. There is only one step left; I gather up the keys and hand them to you as you sit there watching me submissively secure your property from my touch or gaze.

           “I am so wet,” I remember you saying, and I had squirmed at the thickness of your words.   

           I watched as you had removed your necklace and laced the thin metal through the ends of the keys.  Finally you replace your necklace, the keys to my cock hanging between your ample breasts.  It had excited you to remove my cock from my possession; my cock now resided between your breasts where it would remain until you chose to free me. My chastity was secured.

           Now, with the moon shining above me, faint light streaming into my bedroom window I wonder if you are going to free me. My cock is throbbing in need and pressing against the unyielding steel.  My cock was no longer my own, wrapped in the cocoon of steel and as I lay unmoving on the bed looking at your naked body.

           Your words drift to me; a throaty, excited sound of climbing passion, “I love having you locked up. I didn’t think that I would, but, honestly, it makes me practically gush.”

           I wondered if you knew the effects your words had on my struggling member and decided that yes, you did. You could see the frustration in my eyes and the longing of my tense body. You were savoring the torturous effects of your words, growing more excited as my senses raged in denied passion and confined torment. 

           You continued your assault on my quaking mind and needy body, “I am never going to give these keys back,” you say to me, fondling the keys hanging on the thin chain around your neck. “I will free you, of course, but the keys will remain with me.  That way, when I tell you to lock yourself up for me I know you won’t be getting free until I allow it. That’s the way it should be, don’t you think.”

           Straining against the confining steel, I could only agree, “it is your cock, mistress,” I whimper, “to do with as you please.”

           “I love that.”

           I smile at her as my hips buck uncontrollably. The steel is squeezing my cock and my body shifts. It is as if my cock is commanding my body to move, screaming to my mind, shift, move, do something.  I want to become erect.   But I cannot.  You have taken control of my cock totally. The ability to have an erection has been taken from me and given to you.  

           Taken my pleasure has amplified yours. “I have been thinking of you constantly,” you tell me.  “I love having you locked up. I was so turned on that I had to do something about it. Do you know what I did?”

           “No, mistress,” I pant, struggling against the cold embrace of the unyielding steel. 

           Naked she climbs onto the bed and straddles my body. “I did what you can not do,” she taunted me, “I had sex. I wanted to share that with you.” She continued, “I found a young stud and seduced him. He had such a large cock, it was amazing.” She looked at my crotch and at the small package of steel. “Don’t you want to fuck me,” she teased.  “I can’t believe I am not exciting you.  I am amazed that you don’t have an erection. How can you fuck me if you don’t have a hard cock.”

           One word, a whimper, “please.” Her words raced like wildfire to my straining cock and I throbbed against my metal prison.

           “Please,” she said, “I love that. I love hearing the pleading in your voice. Do you want to please me?”

           “Yes,” sounding small.

           “How can you?” she asked still looking at my captured cock, “you don’t have an erection.  So you can’t please me that way.  Maybe you could eat me?  Would you like that?”

           “Yes,” I begged, “let me please you.”

           She laughed, a deep, throaty, passionate laugh. “You know I just had sex,” she said, “and I was in such a hurry to tell you how excited keeping you locked up has made me that I didn’t get a chance to clean up.”

           She was tormenting me with her words, exciting me with her body, and as my cock throbbed in useless need I whimpered again, “Let me please you.” 

           “Yes,” she breathed.

           Slowly she raised her body and lowered her naked pussy to my face. I could smell her excitement and the scent raced to my cock, begging it to break free of its prison. The smell of her excitement forced my need into an even higher plateau and I moaned at the denial. 

           “Eat me,” she said, the sound muffled by her thighs pressing against my face.

           My nose pressed against her body as my tongue parted her silken folds.  I lapped at her pussy forcefully; the need of my straining cock released its tension in the probing movements of my tongue.  My denial served as a catalyst to her pleasure and my tongue darted in a frenzy within the confines of her heated sex. 

           My tongue lapped at her pussy and I pulled the spent semen of her nameless lover into my mouth.  Collette rotated her hips in pleasure, grinding her pussy onto my mouth with passion.  I cleaned her pussy with my tongue, swallowing her lover’s thick sperm. Her body rotated on my mouth and I continued probing her pussy with my tongue.

           I pressed my tongue into her pussy and began fucking her with it. I dropped my tongue into my mouth, paused, and then rapidly extended the muscle again.  It was as if I was fucking her, but using my tongue and not my cock. In and out my tongue darted, fucking her, pleasing her. 

           My cock continued to strain against the steel confines of the chastity tube and as I fucked her with my tongue I moaned against her pussy.  The vibrations of my mouth excited her more and she came loudly against my face, her body hitching in excitement.  The bed shook with her orgasm and I lapped at her wetness. 

            Collette pulled her body off of my face and climbed out of bed. “That was wonderful,” she said to me as she pulled her dress back on.  “I do need to get home though.”

           I looked up at her with sad, needy eyes.

           She smiled down at me, “do you want me to unlock you?” she asked, toying with the keys that rested between her breasts.

           “Please,” I whimpered as my hips bounced off of the bed.

            Collette looked at me, “but it keeps me wet having you locked up. Don’t you want to keep me wet?”

           My face fell as I honestly replied, “yes.”

           “Yes, what?”

           “Yes, I want to keep you wet.”

           “You do?”    

           “Yes.”

           “How can you do that?”

           I moaned softly as I said, “please keep me locked up so that you can stay wet.”

           “Are you sure?”  She pulled the keys from under her dress and fondled them. “Are you sure that is what you want?”

           “Please,” I whimpered in a child-like voice.

           “Please what?”

           “Please keep me locked up so you can stay wet.  I want to make you happy.”

           “Okay,” she said, tucking the keys away. 

           As quickly as she had entered my bedroom she turned away leaving me to moan in frustrated bliss, straining against the cold steel of the metal tube.  My cock throbbed with every beat of my heart against the hard tube. I ached for release, my cock begging my mind for freedom. And with each passing moment I knew that Collette was excited by my confinement and exhaling heavily I took pleasure in that.

           The door clicked shut as Collette disappeared into the night.  

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