Only arousal

He lay there for a time, unsure how serious Abbey was about all of this. He had to admit she had gone to some effort, reading stories, setting up the list, the game and torment, finding and buying the spikey collar which was still affixed to his cock and the other metal restraints.

He was amazed at how turned on this all made him, and multiple times over the next hour, he found himself humping the air in arousal and excitement. When she came back in, she looked at him, just watched him for several long minutes.

“So, I’ve set everything else up. I guess I should let you out and let you have a shower. But first, I have one more question,” she said.

“Yes?” he asked.

“Did you enjoy it?” she asked him.

He smiled, “The screaming orgasm didn’t give it away?”

“It wasn’t too much?” she checked.

He shook his head, “You could have gone further, though the pill was a nice touch. Was it really your pill?”

She smiled, “I don’t want you to grow breasts, so I gave you placebo’s, but I did mean what I said when I said I won’t be needing them anymore.”

He shook under the weight of her words and came to a feeble amount onto his stomach, and she laughed. “Well, I guess we continue with this game, at least for a little while longer.” She pulled a key out of her bra and unlocked his restraints. When she made no motion to remove the cock cuff, he looked down at it pointedly. “Oh no, I mean it, you get to keep that one on until you can follow instructions and not cum.”

He groaned, “You are really going to leave me like this?” he asked.

She smiled, “You literally asked for it.”

He smiled sheepishly, “I guess I did. Alright, I will play along, but we should have a safe word.”

She shrugged, “I suppose that’s fair. Pistachio ice cream?”

George groaned at her reference before she added, “But I suppose if that is the safe word, then we can’t fulfil that little story you just told me, can we?”

He groaned again, and she laughed. “Have a shower. I will pour you a scotch. I think you deserve it. Oh, and make sure to clean all around your cuff and rinse it well, it also needs to be polished once a week, so I will let you out at least once a week.”

He groaned again.

The rest of the night was strangely sweet, cuddling and talking late into the night. It felt strange to George having his junk in a spikey vice while they were being sweet but somehow made everything feel like it was going to be alright.