Another surprise for Mitch ...

Nicolette dabbed her tongue around Mitch's lips, savoring the saltiness as she cleaned up. “Now it's time for your little reward!”

Mitch, still struggling to capture his breath and regain his energy, stood motionless and dumbfounded. He thought that his glorious release was his reward. His eyes fluttered as he tried to clear the fog from his brain, merely watching as Nicolette turned from him and fetched something from her purse. As she turned, she immediately dropped to her knees, bringing her face to face with his drained and shriveled member. A slight tremor rippled through his body as his mind flooded with images of what lay in store for him.

With her free hand, Nicolette lightly cupped Mitch's lightened sac, noting how different it felt now that it had been drained. She exhaled a heavy, heated breath, the warm air blowing over the sensitive skin. She lifted his jewels, resting them in her palm as her thumb and forefinger encircled his cock at the base. “Such a precious specimen must be kept pure.”

Before Mitch could even react, Nicolette had produced an odd looking, clear plastic device that looked a lot like a single hand cuff. Within a split second, she had placed it where her hand circled Mitch's genitals, and closed it. At the top of the device were three prongs evenly spaced apart. The middle prong had a small hole drilled through the tip. Mitch looked down, questioning the actions of the woman, trying to decipher the object and her intentions. Before he could utter a sound, Nicolette had produced the other half of the object. She placed the curved, hollow, clear plastic, phallic shaped object over his penis. She aligned the holes in the base of the shell with the prongs of the base and pressed firmly until everyone heard the pieces click together. Mitch's cock was now encased in a clear shell. Nicolette added the final piece to the ensemble, looping a small padlock through the hole in the prong, and clamping it closed.

Mitch finally found his voice, “What the fuck?”

“This is my little treasure,” Nicolette purred, placing emphasis on the word “little.” She patted the caged prize in a patronizing manner. Lastly, Nicolette produced a tiny silver key attached to a length of black leather cord, She placed the cord around her neck, “and the key to your treasure will be kept close to my heart.” The key hung perfectly between her pendulous breasts, which Mitch somehow ignored at this point, focusing solely on the key.

“What the fuck?” Mitch's vocabulary seemed to have been severely restricted.

“It's okay,” Nicolette soothed Mitch, patronizing him once again. “You'll get accustomed to it, and learn to appreciate it!” Nicolette grabbed him by the wrist at this point and began ushering him towards the bedroom door. With a firm slap to his bare ass, Nicolette urged Mitch through the door and into the hallway. “Now be a good little boy and go to bed.” Nicolette slammed the door shut.

“Got it! Man! That's some weird shit!” Jermaine lay the video recorder on the bed, having caught the last bit of Mitch's humiliation on film.

Mac, who had since gotten dressed, finally spoke up. “I think we've had enough fun for the evening. We should probably leave Sleeping Beauty to her rest.”

Brenda still lay motionless upon the mattress. Her even breathing, causing her glistening breasts to rise and fall gently, was an indication to all that she was done for the night. Nicolette pulled a thin sheet over the naked specimen and joined the men in gathering her clothing and making herself as presentable as one could be. The three let themselves out, and back to the car, securing the household on their way out.

Mitch peered out the window, watching the trio leave. He was utterly conflicted with the variety of emotions coursing through him. The fact that he was **** to witness Brenda, his wife, once again, get sexually used by the loan shark and his cohorts, was almost commonplace. The pain of that indignity had dulled since the initial night. Having to film the entire event like a professional cameraman, had taken him to new lows. Zooming in at the command of Nicollette, witnessing the thick cocks violating all three holes was quite obscene. The images were on par with some of the internet porn he had recently been relegated to for release. Worse yet, was that Brenda actually seemed to like it. No! She loved it! She welcomed it and encouraged it! And somewhere deep inside, even Mitch knew, he too liked it. There was no denying he felt a certain thrill being so close to something so wicked, so personal, so stimulating. Then there was Nicolette, the strikingly beautiful partner of Brenda, whose naked body next to his, was causing an obvious rising interest. He couldn't remember the last time he had such a powerful and draining orgasm. Yet now here he was, perched upon the windowsill, peering into the darkness and the empty driveway, wondering how he ended up in such a fucked up position. His cock was caged like a trapped animal, and he had no idea of how to reach the keyholder, or when he'd see her again. His hand dropped to his groin, and he grunted in frustration, no longer feeling the flesh of his manhood, but the cold hard plastic marking his ownership by, and servitude to, another female.

Mitch groaned and turned, falling into the tiny twin bed. It was not going to be a night of restful sleep!