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.