The car pulled up outside his house. It was a lovely big town house. He unlocked the door and we went in. My attention was drawn away from him as I gazed around the house; the original features, the space, the art on the walls, and the items around the home that told me about him as a person. We walked through to the kitchen and again my attention was taken with looking at this new environment..and the smell. It smelt of a real kitchen where real home cooking was done.
I sat at the kitchen table and he asked if I'd like tea. While he prepared the tea I watched his every movement. Now I was sat, and more familiar with my new surroundings I was more focussed. We carried on chatting but all the while I was imagining the chastity device which I knew he wore. I imagined how it must feel for him, with me there, knowing about it. But we didn't discuss it. Neither of us mentioned it. We were just very relaxed as we chatted socially.
We sat together at the table drinking our tea and talking of things, like life and each other and the things around the house which had taken my attention.
After our second cup of tea, there was a silence. Our conversation paused... and he asked then if I would like to be shown around the rest of the house.
I did.
We eventually came to the third floor, where his bedroom was, high in the roof of the old town house. The tour was over and all I was thinking about was the chastity device which he wore, for me.
I told him to stand by the bed, and I walked away from him, then stopped and turned to look directly at him. 'Take your trousers down'..I spoke calmly. but was aware it was quite a bizarre thing to say, after the light hearted, unpersonnal conversation, and I felt worried for a second thinking that he might refuse. But he didn't. He just undid them and let them fall around his ankles.
And there it was..shiny silver. The beautiful, strong shiny silver of of the spiderwire which encased his cock, and restricted it even thought it was desperately trying to get hard. He had freshly shaved, and his white skin showcased the device perfectly.
I walked over..footsteps counting down my closeness to him. His head looked down as I approached, as it should, and I touched. My hand just went there, without thought, without any plan, I just touched.
It was the very slightest of touches. Just my fingernail stroked over the top edge of the chastity device on fresh white skin. His face said everything. Sheer frustration, but also strangely mixed with desire and pleasure and controlled passion. I stopped, and enjoyed the moment, and then began with my fingernail again. There was no skin to skin contact, just my nail, that was all I was allowing him, and as I stroked down the shaft of his cock, between the metal wire of the device, he started to mumble..
The sentences came out in single breaths, murmered so quietly. Bumbling words that had no logical sequence, that were just a reflection of the intensity of the moment;
'oh god, Miss... please...oh please..thank-you..I need to be locked...I need you doing this..oh god..please...'
I understood perfectly. After five weeks he needed to be touched and be erect and orgasm so badly. It was an overwhelming need. But at the same time, he really didn't want to be allowed that, because the enjoyment of the frustration was far greater than the release would be. He wanted release, but more than this, he didn't want release. If I had said, 'ok here's the key', he would have been so disappointed. He wanted me to carry on the denial, and I wouldn't have done anything other, no matter how desperate the pleading. I wouldn't let him down, never.
I said, 'where are the keys?' He motioned to the bedside table. I took the three keys, unlocked and relocked the lock to check they were the right ones and then placed them in the security box which he had had fixed to the wall at the side of his bed. I keyed in the security number and the keys to his device were locked in. They were there, right beside his bed, but locked and only I knew the number.
I put the key to the security box in my purse and turned away.
'Pull your trousers up now and take me home.' He pulled them up and I thought how pathetic he had looked with them there around his ankles.
As he fastened his trousers he replied, 'yes, Miss', and I was driven home, with a smirk on my face.
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