Sadie is left wanting, but gets ready for Marley

My watch buzzing on my wrist pulls me from the dream. The transition from dreamland to wakefulness isn’t easy and I have to shake the cobwebs out. The dream was… hot but unsatisfying? Something about a girl giving me a BJ, but she wouldn’t finish it and just kept teasing me. And I had to hide her? Yeah, I kept pulling my skirt over her head. But then it was dark and I was licking Sarah. She pulled her skirt up and smiled down at me. Then she covered me again and I wasn’t licking her anymore. I was bobbing up and down on… her cock?

I shake my head again, the dreams details turning into fog and burning away in the morning light. I still feel swollen and achy in my cage and slide out from under Sarah’s arm and stand up next to her bed. I’m not sure how many times I got her off last night, but it was a lot. But every time I got her off, every time I felt her thighs squeeze my face tight, every time she nearly drowned me in her lady juices, she’d stop pumping the toy in and out of me. She left me so close each time. When she was rested, she started back up, but it was like my arousal was broken. I started the night at 80% aroused. Making out with Sarah, kissing, touching, petting, took me to 90%. Laying under her and having her shove the toy in me took me to 95%. But I couldn’t get past that point.

As I slip into the shower and start cleaning myself, I go over in my head what all happened. Sure, my penis is locked away. But it’s not like it wasn’t touched. Sarah was kissing my scrotum and even licking between the plastic bits on my penis. It couldn’t get hard, but it was getting touched. I couldn’t see, but I could certainly taste, and my mouth and tongue were full of Sarah’s magic box. I could experience her orgasm each time she went off. I had my breasts pushed into her belly while she pressed hers into mine. And she kept gripping and moving and holding my legs, keeping them spread so that she could use the toy. And finally, the toy itself. She either knew exactly how to use it or was damned lucky because it hit my prostate on almost every stroke. And God, it felt amazing.

But after Sarah’s fourth or fifth full body orgasms, she tapped out. She rolled off me, panting, saying she’s never felt so alive. I felt the same, but where her link to life was her satisfaction, mine was my continued neediness. I felt like if I wasn’t locked up in this cage, I’d be hard in a heartbeat and two strokes of my hardness would be all I’d need to pop. But that option wasn’t on the table. And with my emotions ripping me from despair to rage, I knew better than to voice my desires. Sarah simply said we’d try again. That maybe I’d cum ‘next time’. She nodded off to sleep quickly, spooning me. It took me a couple hours to drop into my weird sexually arousing dreams.

The click from the chastity cage snaps me out of my remembrance. Knowing damned well that I’m likely to get hard as soon as I take the cage off and not wanting to go down that road with Sarah again, I first turn the water to pure cold. As I do my dance in the shower, starting to shiver, I pull the cage off and clean both it and myself. Once clean, I get it lined up and latch up the lock again. It doesn’t click back into place, but at least it will prevent me from getting hard.

The last time Sarah let me out of the cage for cleaning, I didn’t take that precaution and I got hard. I barely had the self-control to not masturbate, but Sarah didn’t take any pity on me. Using the ice pack to get me soft was terrible and something I promised myself I wouldn’t have to live through again. The cold shower is bad, but the ice pack is far worse.

When I’m clean and dried off I leave the bathroom and step into my room. I get dressed just like any other exercise day with Marley. I do put a little more effort into my makeup though as I know I won’t be sweating as much and need to look good for Marley’s video shoot. I put my hair up into its high twin ponytails, but I make sure to pack plenty of hair products so that I’ll be able to restyle it if needed. I also pack several other gym outfits and pack a whole travel cosmetics kit so that I can go for completely different looks.

When I come out to the kitchen I see Sarah at the table. She has a cup of coffee and a grapefruit out for me, and I sit down and start eating. Sarah breaks the silence by sliding something across the table toward me and saying, “Look, I’ve had this for a while, but I haven’t figured out a good use for it. Evidently this will keep you from getting hard and will even give you a far more female shape, but it can’t be locked on.”

I pick up the piece of plastic and look at it. It kind of reminds me of a large curved paper clip. I look from it to Sarah and tilt my head, confused. She pulls her tablet up and turns it toward me so I can see a video of someone using the device, putting it on their penis and scrotum. “It’s called a FuFu Clip. It’s designed less for chastity and more for changing your bits down there to look feminine. See…” she taps at the video on the tablet “…you just pull the skin of your scrotum through the middle opening. It won’t let your penis or testicles to pull through, holding everything back. Then, once you tuck the extra skin between the inner and outer clips, it has that natural slit and voilà… you have a little pussy mound and something to stop you from getting hard.”

I look from the flesh-colored clip to the tablet screen, to Sarah’s face. On the one hand, it’s perfect. I was already imagining poses and camera positions to hide the fact that I’d have an unnatural bulge under my yoga pants. This would eliminate that. If it worked like the video showed, my yoga pants would have a nice cute camel toe like any other hot gym girl. On the other hand, did I really want to try something new for Marley’s video shoot? What if it didn’t look right? What if it didn’t stop me from getting hard? What if it hurt and I needed to take it off?

Sarah could see my struggling internally and reached across to pat my hand. She didn’t quite hit the bullseye with her assumption but hit close enough. “Look, I trust you to leave it on and not play with yourself. If you need any other incentive to leave it on besides a promise to remain chaste and let me control your orgasms, just know that your yoga pants won’t hide away anything. I wouldn’t let you go outside with your cage on or with nothing on because if anybody spotted you, they’d see the hottest chick they’ve ever seen with a bulge in her crotch. Not great! It’s either this or baggy sweats, and I don’t think that’s what Marley was thinking.”

I hadn’t even considered what I’d look like with my chastity cage on between our front door and Sarah’s car and from her car to the gym front door. But she’s right. I couldn’t risk someone seeing me like this. Picking up the clip I start heading toward my room but am stopped by Sarah’s hand on my arm. When I turn back to her, she seems a little sheepish, but she says it anyway. “Look, while I didn’t mean to tease you last night, I know how hard…. I mean… difficult it’s going to be to get out of your cage and into the clip without getting aroused. I imagine just thinking about Marley will be enough to get you pumped up. Anyway, let me help you.”

Evidently Sarah sees my eyes widen and knows what I’m thinking and am afraid of. “Tsk tsk tsk, I know it’s not pleasant. But the ice works. It will keep you good and soft and should easily prevent you from getting hard while we work on the clip. You saw the video… this isn’t going to be easy for our first try. If you get hard before we get it into place, we’d have to use the ice anyway to soften you back up. So… pull down your pants and panties and let’s get this done!”

Like she was with the clip, Sarah is right about this too. I’m already turned on just at the thought of being out of the cage and considering how I’ll have to bend over and basically play with myself to get the skin in the right place, it’s highly unlikely I’d be able to do it without getting hard. The ice pack held to my groin over the cage sucked big time, but I was all but numb when she got the cage off. It took us both working at my scrotum to get it pulled through the clip and tucked in to make it look right, but we got it in place just as I started to get sensation again and felt myself trying to get hard.

The clip didn’t give me much support and considering how turned on I am, I’m not 100% sure I wouldn’t grow and push the clip off. But pulling up my panties and especially pulling up the tight yoga pants gave me extra support. Looking in the mirror, twisting my waist left and right, it was unnervingly realistic. Knowing exactly where to look, I could see the hard lines of the clip, but if you weren’t looking for it, you’d never see it. You’d only see a woman wearing her yoga pants a little too tight. You’d see exactly what Marley would want to be seen on a video demonstrating his technique.

We quickly finish with breakfast, and I take my morning pills. It’s while getting my hormone injection with Sarah’s hand on my curvy rear that she mentions something else that might help the video shoot. “You know, you’ve used the plug to give you that extra wiggle for some of your streams. And it works... I can tell when you have it in, even if you’re just sitting at the computer. Do you want it in for this? I bet Marley would appreciate it. It’s up to you.”

Up to me. Sure. It’s easy to say that when I’m draped over her lap with my ass bare and under her soft fingers. But as embarrassing as it might be, Sarah is again not wrong. I use the plug like an extra boost of sexy feminizing movement enhancement. If I feel I can use it to sex it up for my audience, wouldn’t I want to do the same thing for an important audience of Marley’s?

Naturally, Sarah was ready for my acceptance. Without even having me get up, she was able to lean over and get both the plug and the lube. Two minutes later I’m standing up and pulling my yoga pants into place, feeling it snug the plug deep inside of me. Looking at the clock I see that these extra steps haven’t made me late, but they’ve eaten all the extra time I normally leave myself as a buffer. Now if traffic wasn’t perfect, I’d be late.

Thankfully Sarah was able to get herself together and drive me to the gym and thankfully there was nothing on the road except for church traffic. On the way to the gym, I can’t help but complain to Sarah about my continued reliance on her for my transportation. Sure, there’s a bus stop not too far away, but my apartment had a bus stop right in front of it. And as the temps continue to drop, I’m going to want to spend less and less time walking the few blocks to the bus stop and waiting there for it. I appreciate that the mustang is hers and that she has plans today. I even thank her again for giving me a ride, but it’s going to be a pain to get on a bus back home or get an uber.

Marley meets me at the front door of the gym and shows me in while I wave at Sarah driving away. I see what he meant about this gym as it’s perfect for lighting. It’s nowhere near the old dimly lit loud wore down gyms I imagined. And it’s not designed with those loud purples and yellows of chain gyms. This is all black and chrome and mirrors with good bright lights. Marley walks me over to one corner where some of the natural light will come in from the big windows, but most of it will be the LEDs above and reflected from the mirrors. It also has space to bring over some equipment and not have a mirror directly behind it that would show the camera.

When Marley gets to setting up the camera I move the floor in front of it and start my stretches. I know this isn’t exactly a workout day, but I’ll still need to be limber to look good on camera. By the time I’ve gone through enough stretches to open me up I’ve heard Marley set up the camera, a couple fill lights, and has even pulled over a weight bench. Standing up I move into my shoulder stretches but see Marley looking intently at me. I’m used to having his eyes on me, but this is different than before. “Um… is something wrong Marley?”

He seems pulled out of a thought as his eyes snap up to mine. He smirks, clearly not entirely comfortable with what he’s about to say. “Umm… no. But I’m curious. What happened to your chastity cage?