Cleaned 12

By timos111@hotmail.com


"Are you done being mad with me?"

It was early evening, and still he seemed to be in the
dog-box.

"Not yet."

"What can I do to make it up to you?"

"You'll have to suffer.  I really need to see you
suffer."

Oh shit.  This sounded ominous.

"What do you have in mind?"

He tried to keep his voice level, but there was a
tinge of fear in it.  There was no way for him to
predict her next move, and it was this fear of the
unknown that had him so on edge.

She picked up on that nervousness in his tone, and
thrilled to it.  She loved being the cause of that
reaction in a man.

"I don't want you to cum for at least a week."

"How you gonna stop me?"

"I know it's too much to expect that you won't go
sneaking off to play with yourself the minute my
back's turned.  We'll need to go shopping."

"This late on a Sunday evening?"

"I know a place'll be open."

They got their coats, and he got his credit card, and
they took the elevator down to the garage.  As he
drove through dimly-lit streets she said nothing other
than to give route directions.  He felt weird, like he
was driving himself to his doom.

Presently they pulled up at a pink-painted storefront
with purple neon that flashed "Pink Pussycat" in
swirling cursive script.  The words "Adult Store" were
prominently displayed in block capitals beneath.

He parked and they entered around the doorway
partition that hid the interior from the street.  An
electronic chime sounded as they crossed the
threshold.  Behind the counter, a middle-aged busty
blonde lady looked up from her magazine.

"Janelle!  Long time no see!"

The two of them exchanged pleasantries, while Doug
looked about the store.  X-rated videos filled most of
the middle racks, plastic-wrapped skin magazines took
up one wall, and at the back were glass cabinets
displaying vibrators, dildo's, and various other
appurtenances.

"So, what can I do you for?" the lady enquired.

"This gentleman is in need of a chastity device.
Something comfortable, yet effective."

The lady didn't even bat an eyelid.  It was like
asking for a toothbrush in a drugstore.

"We don't have that much of a selection, but I got two
or three models here you can choose from."

She opened their packaging and placed them on the
glass-topped counter.

The one Janelle reached for was of plastic-coated
metal, in two halves hinged along one side and with a
locking clasp.  It was sturdy, like a miniature cage.

Their eyes fell upon him.  He quailed.  Surely she
didn't want ...

She did want.

"C'mon, get your tackle out!"

"It looks fine to me."

"It's gonna cost you fifty bucks, so you better try
before you buy!"

"No, really ..."

"It could cause you to be in agony if it doesn't fit
correctly."

He instantly found this argument compelling, and
unzipped.  Fishing about, he flopped his flaccid dick
out through his fly.

"Honey, you're gonna have to drop your drawers
entirely" said the lady matter-of-factly.

Fuck!  How did Janelle manage to get him into these
embarrassing situations?  He undid his belt and
slipped everything halfway down his thighs.  He hoped
like hell no other customers would walk in right then.

Janelle snapped on the device and locked it.

"How's that?"

"Comfortable, as long as I don't get hard."

"That's the whole idea.  Lemme see you try and play
with your dick."

He attempted to wank, but the barrier around his prick
prevented any sensations getting through.  He glanced
red-faced at the sales lady, but she was leafing
through her magazine again and wasn't paying him no
mind.

"We'll take it" Janelle announced.

The lady put her magazine aside and swiped Doug's
credit card while he got his trousers back in order.

"D'ya want me to wrap it, or ya gonna leave it
installed?"

"We'll leave it installed" Janelle replied without
hesitation.

As they drove homeward, Doug asked "How long are you
going to keep me like this?"

She didn't answer right away.  She was enjoying his
suspense too much.

"About a week should do it" she finally replied.

Shit.

It would be a week in which he couldn't play squash,
because they customarily hit the showers afterward and
he would not want any of the guys to see.

He also couldn't jack off.  In fact, even cracking a
hard-on was painful.

Apart from that, life went on as normal.

Janelle stayed at his apartment for most of the week.
She did not seem in need of any sex during that time,
and spent most evenings surfing the net on his
computer.

She was caring toward him though, and supportive of
him in his confinement.  She took care not to be
provocative or thoughtlessly nude around him, to ease
the pressure his genitals would need to come under if
he were to be getting turned on by her all the time.

She even gave him some pep talks, about how much it
meant to her that he was being denied like this, and
how much better it would be for him when finally he
did get his release.

"Worth waiting for" was how she put it.  He couldn't
even begin to imagine what she might have meant by
that.

Looking over her shoulder, he saw her send a list of
website URL's to the email address printed on the
business card Susan had given her after their shoe-
shop escapade.  It was all female domination stuff.

"Setting her some homework?" he enquired.

"Uh-huh."

Later, as they sat on the sofa watching TV, he
remembered to tell her about his nephew Brad coming to
stay.

"How long for?" she wanted to know.

"About two weeks.  He's just wanting to get his
bearings before he goes off on his own."

"I been thinking about moving in here myself."

"That would be wonderful!"

He meant it.  He missed her when she wasn't around.
He wondered if she missed him at all, or whether he
only figured in her thoughts when particular cravings
got too much for her.

"It's bad timing, your nephew's arrival."

"It'll be okay.  He'll take the spare room, and you'll
be with me in mine."

She didn't comment further.  Knowing her, he expected
she'd just turn up when she was ready with a bag
already packed.

He heard her talking on the phone to Susan on Friday
night, arranging for a Saturday evening get-together
in his apartment.  Good to see she was already making
herself right at home.

They watched a ballgame on TV, then retired at a
decent hour.  His cock twitched and strained against
its incarceration as he gazed at her sleeping form,
her boobs almost spilling out of her night-dress.

Saturday they went to a mall and picked up a few extra
things for entertaining.  Filter coffee, beer, some
bottles of good red wine, and a variety of snacks.

Back at home, Janelle started issuing instructions.

"I want you to be naked when you open the door for
her.  Except for your cage, of course."

"What if it's not her?"

"Of course it will be her.  Just don't let anybody
else up.  You'll know who's calling from the
intercom."

"And then?"

"You'll stay naked the whole time she's here.  And
you'll sit quietly as we talk, but you'll be attentive
to things like refreshments."

"Will John Thomas be granted parole at any stage?"

"Maybe."

Beyond that she wouldn't say.

She went and showered, and changed into a pale yellow
mini-dress and pumps.  She'd put a little make-up on,
enough to make her look sophisticated.

At twenty past seven she bade him strip.  At seven
thirty the intercom buzzed.

"Janelle?  It's me!" Susan's voice crackled.

Doug pressed the button to admit her to the lobby and
presently there was timid knocking at their door.

He swung the door open, resplendent in his nakedness
but with willy firmly caged.

Susan's eyes immediately went as round as saucers, and
she gave an audible gasp.

Clearly Janelle had given her no inkling of what to
expect.