Part 1

It was a late summer evening and the setting sun gave everything a red glow. Thomas used the prettiness of the scene as an excuse to stare out the window of the house he rented just north of Seattle. In truth he barely noticed the view but instead he was anxiously waiting for a visitor. The people at the service had just given him a block of time like the cable company; they said their representative would be there between 4 PM and 8 PM. So he waited. As luck would have it he was in the bathroom when the doorbell embarrassingly played the first four notes of Beethoven's Fifth Symphony. He almost hurt himself putting his penis back in his pants and then, after a quick debate over taking the time to wash his hands (he decided no) he ran through the living room and opened the door.

The woman at the door was beautiful. Even by the jaded standards Thomas had developed from TV and movies she was stunning. She stood about 5'9" and had a the body you would expect to see on a fashion show runway. She seemed to be in her later 20's. Her dark hair was shoulder length and pulled back into a ponytail. Her skin was slightly tan, smooth and flawless. Her make-up was simple. She wore a tan business suit with simple low heeled tan shoes. She carried a large designer bag. She looked like the young professional woman that she was.

"Hello Thomas. I'm Nikki Smith." She said with a smile.

H h hello Nikki. Please come in." He stumbled over his words a bit but she just smiled, walked into his living room and sat in a chair. He followed her trying to discreetly take in deep breaths of her scent. He sat on the sofa facing her chair.

"No you don't sit on the furniture, get down on the floor." She said with a look of amusement in her pretty hazel eyes.

He scrambled off the couch on onto the floor. "Yes Nikki" he said "I am sorry."

"Don't be sorry. Just try to remember your place. And I would prefer if you called me Miss Smith."

"Yes Miss Smith." He was about to say sorry again but stopped himself.

"Good. Like I said just remember your place, go with your instincts and you will be fine. Now I want you to get on all fours and crawl over to me." He did what she said.

"Head down, Good boy. Put out your hand."

He did not know what to expect but he obeyed without hesitation. If he expected a smack on his palm with a ruler or something he would have been wrong. Instead she let out a long stream of saliva spill out of her mouth that pooled in the palm of his hand. Then she put her hand under his chin and lifted up his face to look at her. Their eyes locked.

"Drink that" she said.

Without any hesitation he brought his hand to his lips and sucked her spit into his mouth, licking up the last little bit. It tasted of mint and it was the most erotic thing he had ever done. Their eyes were lock together during the whole thing.

Her smile was gone now. She had a very serious look on her face.

"I always like to start with a little humiliation. It gives us some idea of what to expect from you for the duration. Not that it matters. After a contract is a contract. I guess I just like doing that. Now without getting up Thomas, I want you to remove your clothes."

He knew he would be naked during the appointment or at least partially so he had dressed in what he thought would be easy to get out of quickly. He hadn't counted on doing it on his hands and knees. He found it a little awkward getting his pants off but he accomplished it without looking too clumsy. But something he hadn't given much prior thought to was his erection. The one he had now had started to grow the moment he saw her and only got harder over the last few minutes. The fact that he could still taste her saliva didn't help. There was no way to hide it so when he was done he knelt up and waited to see what would happen.

"I see you shaved properly," she said. "That's good. We'll want you to keep it like that." Then looking at his erection she said. "But that won't do. I suppose if I ordered you to get it soft you won't be able to. You're not the first. I'll just do it myself. But first things first."

Opening her bag again she took out two pairs of metal cuffs. "Turn around." When he did she pulled his arms around his back and slipped the cuffs on him. They made a very solid clicking sound when she closed them. The second pair he noticed were larger and these she put on his ankles and just as well made. They were professional hardware used by the police and he was totally helpless.

"We do this for my protection. Some clients panic at the last minute and we don't want any accidents now do we?"

"No Miss Smith."

"Good. Oh and I do have a gag if it becomes necessary. It's shaped like a penis, a big penis and it is pretty uncomfortable I'm so you probably want to avoid it if possible." She looked at him. He said nothing but just gave her a small nod of his head to show he understood. "Good. Now," she said cheerfully "let's deal with that erection of yours".

She reached into her bag and brought out an insulated bag from which she withdrew a large baggie of ice. She put the bag down on the floor next to him and then she grasped his erection with the her thumbs and two fingers from each hand and twisted them in two different directions. Something they called an Indian burn when he was a kid although that was usually done on an arm not on a dick. The effect was almost instantaneous. He could feel the blood draining and his dick soften up.

"That usually makes people go soft or cum. Either way I get what I need and lucky you, you don't have to lick anything up" she said. He looked into her eyes to see if she was kidding. There was no doubt that she wasn't. She picked up the baggie and held it to his deflating erection. When she was satisfied that it was going to stay soft for awhile she said "OK which one of these do you think would work best?"

She had reached into her bag and withdrew four chastity devices and held them out for him to see. He had never worn one but he was familiar with what they were. Two were CB6000's; a short pink one and a longer clear one. The third device was made from a soft milky white material and the fourth one was chrome plated metal. It would have made his dick look like a faucet.

He pointed to the clear plastic one.

"Dreamer" she said smiling and picked up the shorter pink one. It took her a few minutes to get the spacing right but when she was done it was as if it was custom made for him. The last thing she did was fasten the small lock. Around her neck was a silver chain. She removed it and Thomas saw it held several other keys on it already. She added the key to his devise and put it back around her neck. She took a second key and slipped it into a small envelope. He saw that it had his name and address on it. This she slipped into her bag. "Some of these have been here for over a year," she said holding out the keys. She let that sink in for a second and then said "Alright, I'm done here. You'll be contacted in two weeks or so about a hygiene appointment."

"Will you be doing that?" he asked hopefully.

"Oh dear no! That will be someone else. I'm installations. That's done by maintenance. You'll probably get Walt. He's a bit eccentric so if he wants you to wear pink panties or lay over his lap for a spanking it's best you do. Other wise it might be a while before your next cleaning. You'll only see me, or another member of the installation team, after a successful completion of your contract. Remember if you choose to renege on the contract before the..." she stopped and looked at a piece of paper she had with her "Oh my. Four months for your first time? Well like I said if you choose to renege you will lose your deposit and our service will no longer be available to you in the future and those conditions went into effect the moment the lock went on.

And with that she left him alone. Her scent floated in the air as he thought about the events of the last hour and what lay ahead during the next few months. He closed his eyes and tried to relax but then an unbidden thought came to the forefront of his thoughts

"Walt?"


Part 2 (added: 2016/02/27)

Once again Thomas was sitting in his living room waiting for a visit from a representative of the Service. The last four month had seemed like years. His cock had been locked away from the rest of the world by a small lock and a few ounces of pink plastic. But that was enough to change a lot of aspects of his life. Going cold turkey for someone who had jerked off everyday for 15 years was a major life change. On two occasions for whatever reason he had a spontaneous orgasm. These occurred at home at night. He got little pleasure out of them and the pain that followed as his balls and sack contracted was pure misery. That's not to mention the itching that persisted for a full day afterwards. And then there had been Walt. Walt was a man abput his own age who came by regularly to check up on him and to clean his cock. He was required to be cuffed during the procedure and Walt made it as humiliating as possible. But today was his Independence Day, Christmas and Thanksgiving all rolled into one. His time in lockdown would soon be over.

He was given a window of between 4PM and 8PM and had been peeking out the window every few minutes. It was just past 7 when the car pulled up. Seven o'clock was dark this time of year so he couldn't see who was walking up his walk. He waited until he heard a soft knock. When he opened it he was delighted to see Nicky Smith, Miss Smith, standing in the doorway.

"Hello Thomas," she said giving him her professional smile. "I hope you are well."

"I am. I am glad to see you." He would have been glad to see anyone with the key but seeing Miss Smith, as he always thought of her, was extra special.

He stepped aside so she could enter. When she did he noticed for the first time that she wasn't alone. A petite woman, maybe in her early 40's, walked in right behind her. "Thomas," Miss Smith said, "this is Muriel. Muriel Thomas."

Thomas said hi, Muriel smiled and nodded. "She is a new employee and I am showing her the ropes."

The pun wasn't missed by Thomas who stepped aside and let the two women enter. They went to his sofa and sat. Thomas followed dutifully behind. When they settled in Thomas asked if they cared for anything to drink. Miss Smith said no and then said;

"Please remove your clothing."

It was going to be just a bit humiliating to stand naked in front of these two women, but it wasn't the first time Miss Smith had seen him naked and then there were his experiences with Walt, but he could put up with standing in front two people if it meant relief from his cage. When he was naked he stood there with his hands at his side.

"Good," said Miss Smith "Now I want you to crawl over here and kiss Muriel's feet."

"Yes Ms. Smith," he said as he got down on all fours and crawled across the floor. When there he lowered his head to her feet and began kissing a pair of dirty sneakers. Miss Smith like the first time was wearing a professional looking business suit; however Muriel was wearing a very short black skirt and a white cotton top. She was dark skinned with dark brown hair cut at the collar. He wasn't sure if she was Asian or possibly Hispanic.

"Use your tongue please" Miss Smith said casually as she perused the paperwork.

Thomas stuck out his tongue and licked the tips of her sneakers. They weren't covered with mud or anything, just the everyday stuff you pick up. After a minute Muriel said "The other one." He moved his head to the other shoe and began licking that one. He heard a distinct accent. He wasn't sure what it was but it definitely wasn't Spanish.

Miss Smith said;

"Tell us about Walt."

Thomas paused for a second from his task and then said;

"Walt was..." he paused trying to think of the right word.

"Creepy?" Miss Smith suggested.

"Yeah that is a word that fits. Creepy. He would insist I wore pink panties when he came over and on a couple of occasions he made me lie across his lap and spanked me."

Laughing Miss Smith said;

"Yes. His mother owns our company so you might say he had a very unusual upbringing."

"Oh," he said lowering his face back to the soiled sneaker.

"So according to your contract you had the "Optional Happy Ending". Correct?

"Yes Ma'am. I get a happy ending."

"Well maybe. You see the "optional" part is up to us."

"Oh. I thought I was..."

"Don't worry about it. It's a common mistake. Are you ready to get out of that thing?"

"Oh yes Miss Smith. I am very ready."

"Muriel would you be so kind to release his penis from its cage," she said handing her the small silver key she had removed from her chain before arriving at his home.

"I would be very pleased to do so. Roll over on your back boy" she said with a authoritative tone. When he did he was greatly surprised that she straddled his face. She was wearing a simple pair of black panties. Her crotch was warm and damp and he could smell a mixture of perfume, sweat and her pussy. His cock started stirring in its enclosure.

"Muriel" said Ms. Smith, "if you are interested is from the Philippines. She is a licensed masseuse and has worked in various venues, both heath facilities and a... others. So as you might imagine she has quite a bit of experience with boys and their penises"

Thomas was anxious for her to start. Probably more anxious than for anything he has ever been for anything else ever. But as she sat there on his face she did nothing.

"Now Thomas," Miss Smith said "I would like to make you a one time offer. If you turn it down then we will release you and you can go about your life but our services will no longer be available to you. Do you understand?"

"Yes," he said from under Muriel's crotch.

"Good. This is the offer. If you sign up now for another 4 month session we will give you 30 days unlocked before we put you back in chastity and discount the service 20%."

Another four months? Thomas couldn't believe she was serious. It had seemed like for ever and now with just a 30 day break she wants him to go back into cock bondage. She must be insane....but. There were certain aspect of it that were beneficial. For one thing although he was crazy horny all the time he did eventually managed to lock it away for long periods and concentrate on matters at hand. His apartment was always neat and clean because he didn't spend all his time watching porn. He got his work done at his job because he wasn't thinking about fucking the receptionist. He avoided the humiliation of being shot down by woman because he didn't try. Yes from where he sat there were a few upsides to his chastity...but four more months. As he was thinking about Muriel reached down and pulled the stretchy material of the crotch of her panties aside so her bare vaginal lips covered Thomas's mouth and nose.

"And this time Ms. Muriel will be your maintenance person."

Thirty days later Thomas sat in his living room waiting. There was a soft knock on the door.