It's Not Like You Can Refuse Her... (Chastity!)

Your heart was pounding hard in your chest, your mouth dry, and all you can think about was the absolute ecstasy Summer gave you just with her feet and lips... and you wanted more. Her little promise of wanting more of your cum only served to keep you rock hard for her.

Before you knew it, Summer was standing over you, triumphant and looking annoyingly pleased with herself. “Come on - time to get up. We’re going for a little walk.”

You groan. “G-get up? Now? I can barely feel my legs…”

She laughed and hauled you up with a startling lack of effort. “Losers don't get to speak! I may have defeated you, but your humiliation has just begun...”

You were lightheaded, and your vision blurry, but your sense of touch was still keen - sensitive, even. When you felt her soft palm close around your hard cock, you jumped a little, and soon fell in line behind her as she led you by the cock to the edge of the ring... towards Clara.

Summer was giggling now as she guided you closer and closer to the intimidating Frenchwoman. It took you a few minutes to realize that she was holding a pink chastity cage in her hand. As you drew close, she rose to her full, commanding height and took a step forward.

Seeing this, Summer quickly relinquished her grip over your cock and slipped under your shoulder and went around your back, holding you in a full nelson so that you couldn't escape what was coming next. “But I think, I'm going to get more cum out of you if I kept you caged for a few days. Isn't that right, Clara?”

“Oooh, I agree, Summer...” Clara said with an evil grin.

It was only now that you realized the danger you were in, and started struggling wildly in Summer's grasp. She laughs in your ear, and you could swear that you could feel her get wet against the small of your back as she held you steady. Her nipples were like diamonds, poking into you though, so she was certainly getting off on your helplessness.

“Settle down, pleeze,” Clara said casually, twirling the cage with her finger. But you wouldn't. You couldn't. You weren't going to be caged! Not like Dennis! No! And that's when Summer runs her tongue up your cheek, moaning lewdly as she drags it all the way to your ear so she can whisper:

"Oh, come on, honey~ It'll only be for a while... and I promise, once you're caged and have me pegging that cute ass of yours, you'll feel so good you'll be spurting yourself dry in no time...." Her voice, rather than her words, works its magic and pulls the right levers in your mind.

...Your stupid, stupid mind. You can't seem to resist it whenever Summer promises you a mind-blowing orgasm. Panting, breathing raggedly, you obey her and stand still. Clara, witnessing your apparent taming, let out a soft, amused laugh. “Oh magnifique… she's your cute leetle meestress now, eez she?” She smirked.

She held out the pink, plastic chastity cage once more, waving it at you tauntingly, and dropped to her knees, grasping your unbelievably erect dick with an almost clinical detachment. "Deez will not do, monsieur. You are far too beeg for le cage!"

And there, you thought, lay your salvation. She can't cage you if you keep yourself hard! And with Clara on her knees, hand on your cock, and Summer's hot body pressed against your back, there was no way you were going to go soft any time soon!

"Aww, looks like you need that milking right now, don't you, honey?" Summer's voice spoke in a loud, conspiratorial whisper as she and Clara exchanged devious grins. Then she leaned in properly against your ear and truly whispered to you.

"And since you're being oh so difficult, I'm going to have to double your chastity time, too. You reap what you sow, horny boy!"

Clara stood up and smiled. “Well then. I’ll just get out of le danger zone while you do your work, Summer.”

Clara backed away, returning to her bench, and parted her legs, slipping her hand down her hot pants with a faraway smile.

"Give me a good show..."

A flash of pain ignites across your senses as you feel your head yanked forcefully backwards. Your yelp of alarm was drowned out by Summer's tongue strangling yours, stifling you until you started moaning into the kiss instead. You couldn't help but moan, of course, as Summer's hand starts jerking you off once more.

She tasted of salt... and.. something sticky. You realize belatedly even as she sucked aggressively on your tongue that you were tasting the residue of your load, which you had generously blasted across her face earlier. The very thought of that caused your cock to lurch and throb heavily.

Giggling as she broke the kiss, she looked deep into your eyes as she jerked you off furiously. “Yeah, you like that, don't you? I know you do,” she said in a sultry voice, her tongue licking up some of your cum as she taunted you gleefully. With her fingers in your hair, you couldn't quite see anything but her face, but you definitely hear some soft, feminine moans as well.

You're utterly speechless, mouth open in a silent scream as Summer works you over with a satisfied smirk. Clara's moaning started to get louder and louder, and you fancied that you could even hear some really wet sounds accompanying it, too.

Pleasure was flooding through your mind that you had no way to even formulate a single rational thought. All you knew is that you wanted desperately to cum, and your body was abetting this by starting to buck and thrust in time, fucking Summer's hand just as much as she jerked your thick shaft.

“You happy with this, huh?” she whispered breathlessly. “You should probably hold it in, make it last a little longer, cause this is the last orgasm you're going to have for a while.” Even that little tease turned you on, which, counterproductively, only made you fuck her handpussy with even greater urgency.

You were completely in her thrall, you realized. It wasn't exactly the sort of thought that should be in your mind right now, being jerked silly by a crazy-hot bitch, but it was. She could tell you that fire was cold and ice was hot, and as long as she had her body pressed against yours and whispered it with her tongue in your ear, you'd agree wholeheartedly.

It didn't even matter that you weren't even into chastity. What mattered in this wild moment was her. Or more specifically, obeying her. Being her good little plaything, to be milked, denied, caged, whatever she wanted. All that mattered were her needs, and her wants, and her pleasures.

The moment you came to that epiphany of complete submission, you raised your white flag, and came, hard.