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- Jan 1970
Part 1
As Steve worked the bicep curl machine, another man passed by. Steve caught his eye and spotted what looked like a “necklace.” But it wasn’t jewelry; it was a sturdy chain, similar to those sold in hardware stores, secured with a tiny padlock. This discovery definitely grabbed Steve’s attention.
“Hi,” Steve said. “I’ll be finished here shortly if you need the machine. I’m Steve, by the way.”
The other man was named Alan. When Steve completed his set and noted that he hadn’t seen Alan at the gym before, Alan explained he was a regular but usually visited with his wife at different times of day. Today, they had altered their routine to come in early.
Steve casually pointed out the chain, remarking on its unusual appearance for an accessory. Alan seemed slightly uneasy as he agreed it wasn’t typical jewelry. Steve felt it would be rude not to ask and wanted to know who held the key. Before Alan could answer, a woman approached him and wrapped her arm possessively around his waist. It was Susan, Steve’s supervisor.
Susan was an attractive, trim woman with lovely curves, appearing to be in her late thirties. At work she was polite and efficient; while Steve enjoyed collaborating with her, they had never shared anything personal. Seeing her now in gym attire, he thought she looked even better than usual. He felt a familiar stir of arousal but knew it wouldn’t be visible because, as always, his chastity cage kept him secure. Then he noticed Susan wearing a delicate gold chain with a key dangling from it. He stared without meaning to, fixing his gaze on the key resting between her breasts. Sensing his look, Susan felt awkward.
“Uh, Steve, you’re staring,” she noted.
Alan asked, “You know each other?” “We are co-workers,” Susan replied.
“I apologize, Susan,” Steve said. “I just… uh, couldn’t help noticing the key you’re wearing. It looks very similar to one my wife has.”
Her eyes lit up. “Really?” Steve looked down, feeling embarrassed because events were moving quickly. Then he backtracked slightly. “No, actually, I’m sure I must be mistaken.” Susan reached out and gripped his arm; she was strong! “Steve, tell me about your wife’s key,” she said.
As Steve met her gaze, he surrendered to the moment. He explained that his wife held the key for the lock on his chastity device and confirmed he was currently wearing one. She smiled broadly as her hand brushed casually against his crotch to verify his words.
“I’d like to meet your wife,” Susan said. “What is her name?” Steve had introduced chastity into their marriage three years prior. Marie hadn’t been enthusiastic at first, but over several months she came to appreciate how the simple device enhanced their relationship. Now fully on board with his being caged, she enjoyed discussing various devices and their features. They owned six different ones, and Marie liked choosing which one Steve would wear each day. It was a private matter between them, though Steve sometimes wondered what it might be like to share that secret.
That evening, when Steve told Marie about the gym incident, she was horrified. “No,” she declared. “I am not going to meet her. We have nothing in common.” Steve pleaded his case. “Honey, remember how resistant you were to chastity at first? And then how your opinion changed? I think this is a similar situation.” Marie hesitated. “Alright, you can invite them over for drinks.”
The following Saturday afternoon, Alan and Susan arrived. They chatted over wine and cheese until Marie asked Susan to join her in the kitchen. Once the door closed behind them, Marie explained that Steve had told her about their gym encounter and that she preferred keeping her private life with Steve…private. Susan smiled and agreed this was fine but mentioned she would like to discuss her own life with Alan, preferably while the men were present. Marie took a deep breath and agreed.
Back in the living room, Alan and Steve discussed football when Susan and Marie returned. Susan announced that they wanted to talk about themselves now, leaving Steve and Marie to listen. Alan’s demeanor shifted as he acquiesced; he appeared almost submissive. “We have been married for ten years,” Susan said. “Being in charge has always mattered to me, and Alan doesn’t mind—in fact, he seems to enjoy my decisions and instructions. I am generally kind about it, never cruel. Well, usually not cruel. Occasionally Alan gets stubborn ideas in his head, so I have to discipline him to get back on track.” “What sort of ideas?” Marie asked. “Well, for instance, he might resist doing the yard work or claim he will do it but fail to follow through. Then I might give him a light spanking.” Marie was shocked. “A spank? On him?” “Of course,” Susan said. “Don’t you occasionally use domestic discipline on Steve?” “No, I don’t,” Marie replied.
Susan continued, “When I say spanking, understand there are different types. Mine might hurt more than others, but Alan appreciates how much they show my care for him. He wants to please me; the punishments serve as motivation. When he is spanked, he understands that I want his behavior to improve and that I care enough to go through the trouble.” “Couldn’t you just tell him?” Marie asked. “I could certainly do that,” Susan said with a smile, “but spanking feels more immediate and harder for him to ignore. Besides, I enjoy it. I like having him over my knee and feeling in control.”
While speaking, Alan watched Steve and Marie closely, gauging their reactions—whether they were shocked or intrigued. He saw interest on Steve’s face but was unsure about Marie. Marie had absorbed enough information for one sitting. She offered her guests more wine and cheese. Understanding that Marie felt overwhelmed, Susan thanked her for the hospitality and suggested it was time to leave.
After their guests departed, Steve and Marie looked at each other. “That was intense,” Steve said. “Can you imagine spanking me?” Marie smiled as she replied, “Sometimes your stubbornness frustrates me, and I struggle to make you see my point of view. Perhaps a spank would help convince you.” Steve felt confident she was joking.
The following Monday at work, Steve greeted Susan normally, though there was an unspoken shift in their dynamic. In a low voice, Susan asked, “Are you wearing?” “Of course,” Steve answered. “Always am.” Susan smiled and walked away, leaving Steve to wonder how this would impact their professional relationship.
The next Saturday, Susan invited Steve and Marie over. After some awkward small talk, the assertive Susan turned to Marie and asked what device Steve was currently wearing. Marie blushed slightly but answered that he had a nylon Custom Chastity device. Susan requested to see it. Steve was surprised when Marie hesitated before turning to him.
“Please show Susan your chastity cage,” she said. “Honey…” he started. “No, pull down your pants and let her look.” Reluctantly, Steve unbuckled his belt, lowered his trousers and briefs, and stood there for Susan’s inspection. Susan glanced at Marie for permission, then smiled as she cupped his balls in her hand and probed the holes with her finger. “It feels so light,” she observed. Steve tried to suppress his arousal but failed. His penis pressed against the sides of the cage.
Susan giggled and turned to Alan. “Alan, please show Marie what you are wearing today.” Obediently, Alan lowered his pants and briefs, standing before Marie in a steel chastity cage. “Marie dear, go ahead and examine it,” Susan encouraged. Hesitantly, Marie reached out and lifted Alan’s enclosed penis. It felt heavy within the metal but showed signs of life as well. Susan thanked the men and asked Marie to accompany her into another room.
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“Have you ever experienced anything like that before?” Steve asked.
Alan shook his head. “I’ve often wondered about other men who are in chastity but I never met anyone until we met. I participate in some on-line forums but of course everyone is anonymous. This is extraordinary. I feel like my secret is out and I like that.”
“What do you like about wearing a device?” Steve asked.
“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?”
“Well, I hope you won’t judge me but I am very comfortable having Susan in charge. Her spanking me reinforces that 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. It might be hard for you to talk about this with another man. And no, I don’t judge you. I understand. 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 real quick. I’ve mentioned that to Marie but she doesn’t want to go there. She says that ‘BDSM stuff isn’t for me’. I haven’t pushed it; what we have is great and I don’t want to upset her.”
Steve asked Alan if Susan ever put him into bondage.
Alan 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.
Alan led him to a room at the end of the hall and opened a large 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.
Susan said to Alan, “Let’s show them how some of this works.”
She took out a leather collar and fastened it around his neck. The collar had five D rings attached to it. Then she buckled wrist cuff onto each of his wrists and snapped them onto the collars’ D rings. Simple. In just a moment he was bound and helpless. Steve felt a swelling in his cage as he imagined himself in that situation.
Susan must have seen his face because she next 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.
Marie’s hands were trembling a bit as she buckled a collar around Steve’s neck. Next she attached the wrist cuff which she snapped together in front of him.
“Marie, let me show you something different.”
Susan took a long strap, passed it through Steve’s arms behind his back. When she tightened it his arms were pulled back snugly, his hands helpless. Susan and Marie smiled broadly as they looked at their two men.
“Wow,” said Marie, “this is fun.”
“It can get even better,” said Susan. “I’ll show you something else.”
She went back to the Toy Box and pulled out a leash with a small 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 around his cock and balls, just above the cock ring of his cage. She proceeded pull on the leash and …no surprise, he followed. Apparently he didn’t follow well enough because Susan took a riding crop from the box and playfully hit his butt, urging him to follow her a little better. Alan was grinning as Susan led him around. Marie turned from them and looked at Steve hungrily. She cradled his caged cock and balls with one hand as she kissed him passionately.
Steve returned her kiss, thinking, “This must be heaven.”
When Steve and Marie returned home she turned to him and said, “I think we’re moving too fast. I don’t know where this is going and I don’t know if I want to go there.”
Steve looked at her and replied, “I love you and I know you love me. As long as what we do comes from love we’ll be fine. To me what we did today feels good. Better than good. Great. Everyone has many parts, we’ve been exploring parts that usually aren’t let out to play.”
He reached out his arm and Marie snuggled into it. He was still the strong, protective man she knew and loved.
Part 2
In the following months Susan and Alan and Steve and Marie saw more and more of each other. They comfortably relaxed in each other’s homes, helping themselves to food from the refrigerator and to intimate touches of each other. The two women, especially, came to feel that Steve and Alan were ‘community property’.
One evening Susan thought out loud, saying to Marie, “How about if we use identical locks on Alan and Steve? Our key would work on both lock. What’s mine is yours and what’s yours is mine.” She grinned.
Marie had come a long way since their earlier encounters. When she stopped to think about it she was amazed at herself but it felt right. Her relationship with Steve felt strong. When they were home alone they confided in each other and enjoyed each other like before but, amazingly, when they were with Susan and Alan they spoke and acted just as freely. It was as though their marriage had expanded to include the other two.
Marie smiled broadly and said “Absolutely”.
Alan was in the room as this conversation was going on and said, “Hey, don’t you think Steve and I should be included in this decision?”
Marie looked at him affectionately and replied, “I don’t think there’s any question that you and Steve will be happy with the new arrangement. Whenever I put my hands on you you seem … very responsive.”
As she said this, Marie held Alan’s hands behind his back with her right hand. Alan was far stronger than Marie but he was held firmly by the force of her will as well as his desire to submit. She kissed him on his mouth and explored his caged cock and balls with her left hand. She could feel him swelling with excitement in his cage.
“That feels like consent to me,” she said.
Alan grinned sheepishly and nodded in agreement.
Steve came in from working in the kitchen and asked what was going on. Alan filled him in and asked him how he felt about being in a “shared key” situation. Steve thought about it for a moment and said that he and Marie had been speaking about how their two marriages seemed to be merging into one so it made sense to him. He was OK with it. More than OK. He looked at the three of them, smiled broadly and said he thought they should have some kind of a ceremony.
“That’s taking it to a new level,” said Susan. “I’m not saying no but let’s talk about this more.”
Steve explained his thinking. He felt that the four of them had already achieved something amazing, that the level of comfort he felt with his wife Marie and with Susan and with Alan was beyond what he could ever had imagined. His idea of a ceremony was to celebrate what they already had and to welcome whatever was coming. As he spoke the others understood and agreed with him.
“You’re right,” Susan said, “But there’s something I’ve been thinking about. Marie and I do whatever we want with you and Alan, and of course, she and I sometimes pleasure each other. But you and Alan have this no – touch –male thing going on. I understand that’s a hurdle for you but I’d like you two guys to feel free to enjoy each other. I mean, if we have a ceremony to celebrate our relationships together it seems incomplete if you two are …separate.”
Alan and Steve looked at each other “Gulp”.
Alan muttered, “Well, uh, …”
Steve began to talk slowly. “I recently had a homoerotic dream for the first t
“ime in my life”. I was holding a man’s penis. I don’t know who he was. It was limp at first. Then it started growing, swelling, getting harder and harder until it was fully erect. It wasn’t mine but I was playing with it. I seemed to know just what to do. Finally it came, spurting cum all over. I woke up then. I was really disturbed. The dream was very exciting but my doing that with a man seemed wrong.” Steve looked at the others who were listening with rapt attention. He didn’t know how they would react. He hadn’t even shared this with Marie. Marie spoke first. “Steve, thank you for sharing your dream. That was intense.” She laughed, saying “You just described the enjoyment that Susan and I get from playing with Alan and your penises.” Susan looked at Alan “Honey, how would you feel about that?” “Feel about what?” Alan asked evasively. “You know; doing it with Steve” Susan replied. Alan took a deep breath and said he’d give it a try. “What would you want to do?” he asked Steve. Steve didn’t respond immediately. Marie went over to him and asked him to lower his pants. She unlocked his cage. She asked him to take all his clothes off. Susan followed her lead and did the same with Alan. She said to Marie “Let’s help the guys out” as she proceeded to take her clothes off. Marie followed, stripping down. They were all nude. Marie nudged Steve so he was facing Alan as she stood directly behind him, her breasts brushing against his back. She gently, sensuously stroked his back, his arms, his thighs. Susan did the same with Alan. Steve reached out, tentatively, and touched Alan’s penis with one finger. Alan reached out and gently grasped Steve’s penis with his thumb and index finger. It responded! It moved a little! Steve gave a little gasp and took Alan’s penis in his whole hand. Susan reached behind her and produced a tube of lube that she squirted onto each of their hands, smiling broadly. “This is amazing” Alan said to Steve in an intimate voice. “I haven’t masturbated since being in chastity but I sure remember how. But this is so different. Your hand seems to know exactly what to do. But it’s not my hand on my dick; it’s yours”. Steve agreed “You’re doing to me what I would do to myself. This is great”. Alan remembered his agreement with Susan about his orgasms and asked “Honey, is it OK if we cum?” Susan and Marie looked at each other and agreed “Absolutely” Looking into each other’s eyes Steve and Alan continued stroking and playing with each other until they each felt the other’s penis stiffen even more and start to pulsate. They came explosively, simultaneously, spurting cum all over. Their women hugged them, they hugged each other. Afterwards Steve felt shaky about what he and Alan had done. Was he gay now? He didn’t feel any different from before but still, he felt like he was on thin ice. He voiced his concern to the group. The two women and Alan reassured him – he was the same man as before, maybe just with broader horizons. He still felt the same passions as before for Marie, and for Susan but now there was a new person who got his juices flowing. Not that he or Alan would have much opportunity for messing around; they would still be under lock and key most of the time. Two weeks later Susan received a small package. It contained what she had been waiting for – two matching tubular locks, keyed alike. They were ready for their ceremony. The next evening, after dinner, the four gathered in the living room. The lights were dimmed, candles were lit. Marie took the lead and asked Steve and Alan to stand. She and Susan stood next to each other, facing the two men. Marie told the men to remove their pants then, for good measure, to take everything off. She and Susan each had one of the new matching locks as well as the keys to the old locks. Marie unlocked Steve, sliding the lock out of its hole and replaced it with the now one. Susan did the same with Alan’s lock and also slid in the new one. In a solemn voice Susan announced to Alan and Steve that she and Marie intended to share them and use them however they wanted, whenever they wanted. But before it was finalized they required Alan and Steve to agree to the new arrangement. For the two men this was the realization of their fondest dreams. They both said “Yes” without hesitation. Susan and Marie each produced collars that they ceremoniously attached to the men’s necks. The ceremony was complete. Their lives together had turned a corner. Part 3 Their two houses were close to each other. Susan and Alan’s house was bigger and, importantly, had two complete master suites. So, without much discussion, Steve and Marie spent more and more of their time there. The two couples had such a remarkably close relationship that it was almost incorrect to describe them as two couples. It would be more accurate to say they were two women sharing two men. It took time to reach that point but Susan and Marie weren’t possessive about their men. They loved each other and were confident that there was more than enough love and affection to go around. The two men delighted in being shared by the two lovely women. Their fondest desires had been to be possessed by one woman; being possessed by two was a continually amazing experience. The best way to explain this is that the personal chemistry between each and all of them was remarkably close. Susan and Marie’s menstrual cycles became synchronized. They would often stroke each other sensually or sexually. If either man was around they delighted in letting him watch. Alan and Steve sometimes touched each other in an erotic way but usually their touching was just affectionate. Sex being what it is the most natural thing is for jealousies to develop. But they didn’t. The best way to understand this is that each of the four understood the treasure that their relationships together were. What kept the treasure intact was that each of them worked hard at protecting the feelings of the others. They were each very aware of the others’ emotional states and if one of them started to feel neglected someone would be there giving them attention. They very intentionally ate most dinners together and shared what was going on in their lives. Not just the factual information but also what was going on emotionally. They encouraged each other to give voice to thoughts that they might be ashamed of because the understood that openness erases shame. Not long after they had started living together Susan became annoyed at one of Steve’s habits. He often left his dirty dishes in the den. She asked him to pick up after himself several times but even though he agreed he continued to leave them on the coffee table. Susan had enough. “Steve” she ordered, “get the discipline paddle from the shelf over there”. Steve’s mind was filled with several thoughts all at once. He knew what Susan intended, and why. He knew he was guilty. But he didn’t want to submit to punishment and he knew he didn’t have to. After all, he was bigger and stronger than Susan. She couldn’t make him. But he also understood that this was an important moment. It was a watershed. If he defied her the foursome would start to unravel. If he submitted he would be accepting her authority over him in a very real way. He got the paddle. “Strip” she said. She was pissed. “Bend over” Susan started smacking him with the paddle. The shock of pain startled Steve. He gasped. Marie heard what was going on and came in. This was another watershed. She saw Susan disciplining “her man” but she didn’t ask her what Steve had done. Marie was content to let events unfold. She assumed that Susan had her reasons and that was good enough for her. Susan struck ten times. “Repeat after me” she said. “I will pick up after myself”. Steve repeated her words. She smacked him with the paddle ten more times and told him to say it again. He did. Susan told him to straighten up. “Is there anything you want to say to me?” she asked. “Yes” Steve replied. “I’m
“I really apologize you had to go through that, and I value your effort rather than just staying mad and pulling away from me.” Susan smiled broadly, hugged him, and gently ran her fingers over his red behind in a sensuous way. “You’re welcome,” she said. The mix of paddling by Susan’s sensual stroking aroused Steve. His cock pushed against the bars of its cage. Noticing this, Susan reached down to cup his balls in her hand, bouncing them slightly as she declared, “No rewards for bad behavior. Put your clothes back on.” When Alan heard about what happened between Susan and Steve, a twinge of jealousy struck him. Until then, he had been the only one disciplined by Susan. It pained him to admit it, but he respected his feelings enough to mention it during dinner that evening. This marked the first time anyone in the group voiced such jealousy. Susan responded immediately, “Honey, thank you for saying that. I know it must have been difficult.” Alan nodded. He wondered if he had lost his spot as Susan’s special guy. Susan addressed Alan directly: “You’re right that my disciplining of Steve was an act of love. However, I possess unlimited love for all three of you. I love you with all my heart. I also have love for Steve. And I do love Marie too.” The declaration was intense. People rarely spoke so openly about loving one another, yet there it sat on the table beside the mashed potatoes. Marie spoke next, mostly addressing Alan: “It was hard to watch Susan spank Steve. It felt even more intimate than their sexual moments. I feared losing something with him. You know I’ve been hesitant to join in BDSM activities, but perhaps I’m ready to change that stance.” Marie rose from the table and motioned for Steve to follow her into the living room as she walked. She sat on the couch’s edge while he stood before her; she undid his pants and briefs, holding his caged cock and balls in her hand. Pulling him down across her lap, she spanked him with a lingering, sensual touch. After finishing, she asked Alan to come over so she could do the same for him. Following her final spank on him, she stood him up again, noticed how he bulged within his cage, and teased him through the bars. She told both men, “I love you both.” Susan enjoyed using the bondage equipment crafted by Alan. He derived great pleasure from designing and making fine pieces intended for himself and Steve. Sharing these creations didn’t bother him—it actually enhanced his enjoyment. Marie, initially reluctant to engage with gear, grew fond of it. Often, she and Susan would discuss their plans for one or both men next time. They compared the qualities of various implements Alan created and frequently offered creative suggestions for pieces he was working on. Alan absolutely cherished this open discussion about his craft; there were truly no others with whom he could converse so easily. One Saturday afternoon over tea, Marie asked Susan to articulate what she gained from male chastity and bondage. Susan paused to think before explaining: “I can’t force a man into chastity. We both know that truth. He must participate willingly, at least when putting it on. Once he wears it, I love the effect it has on him. I adore how his focus shifts entirely to ME and my desires. Bondage differs though; it is more an exercise of raw power and control. Even if he wants me to hold that control, once bound, he is literally in my grip. I cherish that power. I appreciate his willingness to surrender himself to my authority. As I tighten those straps, he becomes MINE. When spread eagled on the cross, exposed and vulnerable, only my good will protects him from myself. I can do whatever I wish. Sometimes what I want is to inflict pain. I know whipping Steve across his thighs hurts him deeply. When I release him and he falls onto his knees to kiss my feet, I understand perfectly. He feels grateful for both the whipping and its conclusion. The next day, when he feels the welts, he remembers who caused them. That pleases me greatly.” Marie listened intently to her friend speak. Having watched Susan bind Steve and Alan in various forms of restraint, she remained undecided on it herself. It seemed … brutal. Yet listening to Susan, Marie appreciated the blend of brutality and sensuality involved. As she listened, she felt herself getting wet while visualizing herself holding that position of power. Noticing this unconscious touch between her legs, Susan understood Marie’s feelings. Taking Marie’s hand, Susan led her over to a couch bathed in afternoon sunlight and gently touched her breast. Marie responded; her nipple swelled under Susan’s touch. Peeling back her blouse, Susan began licking and kissing Marie’s breasts. Moaning softly, Marie pushed back into the couch, drawing Susan with her. Susan removed Marie’s pants and started fingering her. Just then, Alan walked in carrying a new bondage harness he had crafted to show off. The women paused mid-fondle. Susan ordered him to strip. Together, she and Marie helped him into the beautifully made harness of smooth, strong leather adorned with fine brass fittings. Once the final strap was fastened and tightened, not even his finger could move. “You can watch,” Susan told him. “But don’t touch,” she added with a smile. Marie and Susan resumed their passionate play. Binding Alan heightened their pleasure. He was truly powerless at their mercy, which enhanced their enjoyment further. This time, they allowed him to observe as they gave each other intense satisfaction. The next occasion he might be bound and helpless could hold different plans for him. Susan focused her attention on Marie, using her hands, fingers, mouth, and tongue to stimulate every reachable spot. Marie’s passion peaked; her whole body tensed during climax while Susan hugged her tightly before gently letting go. “Wow,” Marie said upon recovering. “That was wonderful. How did it feel for you?” Susan smiled happily in reply. Susan and Marie shared a gentle kiss, then turned their attention to Alan. He laughed, explaining that he had only wanted to show them the new harness and get help with fitting, but it seemed perfect as is. Watching them while bound was incredibly hot for him—like being in chastity yet ten times more intense. His penis couldn’t do much except swell helplessly within its cage due to his state of chastity. But not moving any part of his body amplified his sense of helpless submission even further. As they undid the straps holding him, they held him lovingly. Alan relaxed into their arms and softly noted that the bondage felt perfect because he knew they loved him and would protect him from genuine harm.
Susan worked as Steve’s supervisor at the office. They tried hard to keep their new relationship secret but found it difficult. Their hands often strayed, touching each other subtly. An intimacy existed between them. Colleagues noticed and began talking about the pair, as is common in offices. Others knew they were both married and soon concluded Susan and Steve were having an affair. One woman let her belief slip out during a chat with Susan. Susan didn’t deny the hint that she was cheating on her husband; explaining the truth would have been more awkward than accepting the fiction. Steve handled most of the cooking at home. He was a skilled amateur chef who enjoyed his work. One evening, while waiting for dinner to finish preparing, Marie and Susan joked about how Steve seemed ‘chained to the stove’ already, suggesting they should really chain him there literally. Upon hearing this, he slowly shook his head. “Nope. Not going to happen. When I cook, I move.” But with the release of tension in her body as she thought it over, Marie realized how deeply the concept resonated.
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 dinner of stir fried vegetables with chicken, steamed broccoli with garlic and brown rice with quinoa he was preparing was ready. Nothing more was said about chaining him to the stove. Their house was on a large piece of property with tall, dense hedges surrounding it. In short, it was very private. Spring came and with it came the opportunity and need to be outside. There were chores to do and it was great to be outside in the sunshine. Steve and Alan were out a lot – naked, wearing their cages and nothing else if that’s what the ladies wanted or, if either Susan or Marie were in the mood for bondage, they might be wearing collars, cuffs, harnesses – any of the things that Alan had so beautifully crafted in his workshop. One fine day Susan and Marie decided on what they hoped would be an amusing and educational game. The base rings of the cages the men wore each had small rings on them suitable for attachments. Today the game the women had in mind was coordinated movement. The men’s two rings were joined together by a short piece of light weight chain. If they moved together everything would be fine. But if they didn’t, if one stopped and the other started, or one turned left and the other turned right they would both get a nasty pull on their balls. Starting out they were allowed to see as they were given instructions to go, stop, turn left or right and other, more silly, instructions like walk backwards as you’re turning left. After they got the hang of it they were blindfolded. This made it a lot more difficult. The final game was deciding, blindfolded, if the touch they were receiving came from Marie or Susan. A wrong answer would get a swat. A correct answer would earn a more sensual touch. But, making things even more difficult, Marie and Susan reserved the right to switch places mid-touching. If Alan or Steve failed to detect the switch they would earn a swat. Or two. A few weeks later Marie and Susan went into town to go shopping. Alan and Steve decided to use that time to clear up a tree that had been blown down in a storm. They wore appropriate clothing as they carried their tools into the woods. They got started, using the chain saw to cut the trunk into fireplace length logs and an ax to remove small branches. Then, something happened. The ax slipped in Alan’s hands and the blade cut him on his upper thigh. It was a deep cut and was bleeding freely. Steve used his shirt to push against the wound as he helped his friend walk towards the house. Steve got Alan into a car, went inside for the keys and quickly drove off to a local hospital. Once at the hospital things happened quickly. Alan was helped onto a gurney and wheeled into a small alcove in the ER. The resident and a nurse came in to examine Alan. She introduced herself as Doctor Silverman and her assistant as Nurse Abigail. The doctor was an attractive woman with a no nonsense attitude. She quickly cut the pants away to expose the cut. Alan’s briefs were in the way so she cut them away as well. “Please remove that …thing” she said to Alan, pointing at the metal cage he was wearing. “I can’t. I don’t have the key,” Alan moaned. Dr. Silverman turned to Steve “Do you?” “No. Only Marie and Susan have our keys.” Under the stress of the moment he had said more than he intended. Doctor Silverman looked back and forth at the two men and slowly said “Okay” as she and Nurse Abigail cleaned the blood from the area. Luckily, the ax had missed the large blood vessels in the area and had produced a clean cut. The doctor told Alan that she would inject a local anesthetic and then stitch the wound. When the stitching was completed and a dressing applied the doctor turned her attention to Alan’s chastity device. “I’ve heard of these but this is the first time I’ve seen one. Is it comfortable?” Alan nodded. “May I touch it?” the doctor asked. Alan nodded again. “Why are you wearing it” the doctor asked as she touched the steel. “That’s a long story” Alan responded. “Maybe another time would be better.” Marie and Susan got home before the guys. They saw the blood on the driveway and the missing car and knew something serious had happened. Susan dialed Alan’s cell …no answer. She speed dialed Steve’s; he picked up and said they were OK and were on their way home. “What happened?” Susan asked “Alan got hurt; took him to the hospital; we’ll be home in a few minutes,” as he hung up. Back at the house they all helped Alan out of his bloody clothes and into bed. He was worn out by his ordeal and needed to sleep. Steve told Marie and Susan everything that happened, including the awkward exchange regarding the chastity cage. They looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. The next afternoon their land line rang. It was Doctor Silverman. She was calling to inquire about Alan. “Was the patient doing OK? Was there any sign of infection? Their house was on her way home, she said. “Would you like me to stop by to check on him after my shift is over?” Susan had answered the call on speakerphone. Marie happened to be there during the call. When Doctor Silverman offered to stop by they looked at each other uncertainly but Susan said “Sure, that would be great. What time can we expect you?” Doctor Silverman rang the bell and was greeted by Marie and Susan. They led her to the room where Alan was resting. She asked Alan how he was feeling; he said OK. She removed the dressing and inspected the wound. It was healing well. She thanked Alan and turned to go. As they left the room Marie commented that it was unusual for a doctor to come check on a patient like this, in his home. The Doctor’s face flushed as she said that she was intrigued by what she saw and heard when Alan was in the ER. “What in particular, doctor?” Marie asked “Please call me Wendy. Well, there were several things. Can I speak frankly?” Susan nodded yes. “The first thing was the cage that Alan was wearing. I saw that he wasn’t wearing it today, by the way.” “No. We took it off him. He won’t be wearing it while he’s recuperating.” Marie said. Dr. Silverman said “When Alan and his friend were in the ER I asked them to remove Alan’s chastity device. His friend, Steve?, said that only Susan and Marie have the keys.” The doctor hesitated. “I just have to get this out. The sense I have is that the four of you have a female domination thing going on. It’s none of my business except that I’m so very fascinated by the whole idea that I felt I had to ask you. I’ve always wanted to be in that role and maybe you two are actually doing it.” She looked back and forth at them. “I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have bothered you. I’ll go now.” “Hold on” Susan said. “Hold on. Please, have a seat. Would you like a cup of tea?” The doctor, Wendy, was so grateful for Susan’s graciousness that she almost cried. She was feeling very emotional after revealing herself to these two women who she didn’t know at all. Marie and Susan looked at each other. Marie began talking about the group in general terms; how she and Steve had met and how Steve met Alan and how the four of them got to know each other but she didn’t go into any details. Wendy knew that a lot was being left unsaid and accepted that. She described herself as timid, reluctant to assert herself and yet really turned on by the thought of being in control of a man. “That sounds confusing” offered Susan. “Are you sure you want to be in charge?” “Oh, absolutely” said Wendy. “I’m afraid if someone else is in control.” “Maybe you’ve been spending time with the wrong people” offered Marie. “I’d like to get to know you folks better and to give you a chance to get to know me” said Wendy. “Ummm I think we need to talk among ourselves. I’m sure you understand.” Said Susan That evening, over dinner, Susan and Marie
I let Alan and Steve know about the chat they had with Wendy. Steve felt bad for accidentally saying that the pair of ladies ‘held our keys,’ but it’s in the past now. Both men seemed open to giving Wendy more access, though the two women were only mildly interested. Since Alan and Steve have spent a lot of time around her, their views mattered more. They mentioned she appeared unsure of herself, and they didn’t want that uncertainty seeping into their home life. The decision was made; Wendy won’t be hanging out at their place any longer.