A Project for Bethany

Matthew tidied up the apartment while Bethany was out for dinner with Rick. In keeping with her rules for tidiness, this was a matter of re-aligning anything out of place and wiping down surfaces. He also prepared and ate a light dinner for himself and made certain the kitchen was spotless well before the arrival of Bethany’s text announcing her imminent return lit up his phone.

With a level of anticipation that had been building since Bethany went out, Matthew was ready. He had moved into Bethany’s spare bedroom when his younger sister suggested its availability after he was laid off from his work as a result of the pandemic. When he moved in, Matthew knew he was being granted a huge favor by his sister’s friend. He applied himself to meet Bethany’s expectations for a roommate, a small burden in addition to the small share of the rent she asked of him.

It was only after he agreed to Bethany’s simple rules to keep the apartment tidy that he had learned that she was an on-line erotic performer with an exclusive list of clients. One, at least, apparently paid well to watch her perform for her cameras with Rick or other stunt cocks, as she called them, in her stable of contacts.

As he waited for Bethany’s return, he contemplated those times he had fallen short of those expectations. The rent she asked of him was a bargain, and he readily agreed to anything she demanded in order to avoid being sent away. Those instances had led to him finding himself naked and across his beautiful roommate’s lap for punishment and maintenance spankings followed by corner time until she released him. In redoubling his efforts to please Bethany, Matthew accepted new rules, including a requirement to be nude in the apartment at all times. He was, however, still expected to be out of sight whenever Bethany had a guest.

A few nights after he had first moved in, Matthew had lain in bed and listened to Bethany and Rick have loud and vocal sex. That night his perception of Bethany changed irrevocably from the skinny friend of his little sister that he had remembered, to a well-developed and self-aware young woman who confidently used her sexuality for her employment and to shape the relationships around her. And that now included her relationship with Matthew.

Matthew hovered at his bedroom door, only closing it tightly when he heard Bethany and Rick come into the apartment. The first time Matthew had listened to Bethany and Rick, he spent the hours of their session with his own hard cock in hand, steadily stroking it through three orgasms. The combination of that memory and the sexual tension that Bethany had consistently maintained in the apartment ensured he was always in the same position when Bethany entertained. Already naked, Matthew’s cock was hard and dripping by the time he stretched out on his bed and listened for Bethany and Rick to enter her bedroom.

With copious precum to lubricate his cock, Matthew reached for a set of photos that Bethany had given him to help with his visualization at times like these. Professionally shot boudoir portraits, a few downright pornographic, there was one that he always seemed to be holding when he came. In that image, Bethany wore a blue leather skirt and white lace bra. Sitting on a straight-backed wooden chair, the same one she used to spank Matthew, Bethany was holding her paddle in her hands. Matthew didn’t know why that image held such power over him, but it did.

In the silence of his own room, the voices came through the wall with clarity. Matthew’s imagination filled in around the words, “Suck my cock, Bethany,” “Fuck me Rick, fuck me harder,” “Cum for me, Bethany, cum on my hard cock,” and “Oh, Rick, fuck my ass and fill me with your cum.”

Matthew came as he heard Rick groan and Bethany shout that she was cumming again. With his whole body shaking as he imagined a thick cock deep in Bethany’s lovely round ass, Matthew’s first spurt of cum reached his chest, and the subsequent spurts of diminishing power landed on his stomach. The completeness of his orgasm left Matthew feeling a little light-headed and in that mental space where the flow of times seems unsteady. He lay there, still holding his cock, as he focused on slowing his breathing and getting ready to listen to Rick and Bethany’s encore performance.

Matthew realized he wasn’t alone at the same time as he recognized the sounds he heard were the apartment door opening and closing. The hinges one his bedroom door were silent to the point of letting Bethany walk in without breaking Matthew’s focus on the sounds he was waiting for.

“Is that for me?” Bethany asked as she approached the bed, then adding, “don’t get up Matty.”

Silent, wide-eyed, and still covered with his own warm cum, Matthew twisted his head around to watch as Bethany came into his view. Bethany was wearing yoga pants in a brilliant blue material and a white cropped t-shirt. Her tousled hair and noticeably disarrayed makeup indicated she had taken no extra time to ready herself before seeing Rick out the door and walking in on Matthew.

Matthew stared wildly, looking at Bethany, at the photo he held in one hand and his own cock in the other, and down the trail of cum pooling on his chest and stomach. Bethany held a finger to her lips to shush Matthew’s strained attempts to say something coherent. Then she grabbed the desk chair, spun it around, and pulled it close to bed before sitting down beside Matthew.

“I said, is that for me?” Bethany repeated as one manicured nail pointed at Matthew’s stiff cock.

Matthew unwrapped his hand from his shaft and left the hand fall to the mattress beside his hip. His cock remained erect, taunting him for trying to shift attention from its very noticeable presence. Bethany smiled at his confusion and discomfort, pointing at and reaching for the photo Matthew held. Matthew obediently handed it over.

Bethany’s smile broadened when she saw the image Matthew had chosen to be viewing when he came. She already knew the effect she had on his mind and body when she wore that blue skirt and white bra. And that was before he submitted to the spankings he had agreed to. Setting aside the photo, Bethany returned her attention to Matthew and spoke as she slid one finger through the cum on Matthew’s stomach and chest.

“Did our short session tonight leave your satisfaction incomplete, Matty? Did you only get to have one orgasm? This does seem like a lot of cum for one orgasm.”

In a conspiratorial whisper, Bethany added, “Did Matty cum when he heard Rick filling my ass with hot cum?”

Matthew’s lips opened and closed but no sounds came out. His entire being was centered on the single touch of Bethany’s finger as it smeared a line of cum from the center of his chest to his nipple. Bethany’s fingertip slowly circled the nipple until it was coated with cum and hard enough to prove to Matthew that his nipples could be a primary erogenous zone if Bethany played with them.

“I’m still full of his cum, you know,” Bethany said quietly, her finger still circling.

Matthew groaned softly. Bethany leaned forward, her cascading hair hiding from Matthew the contact of her lips and his nipple. Matthew moaned softly, then more deeply, as he felt Bethany tasting and sucking his nipple. He gasped at the sudden pinch of her teeth before she raised her head and smiled sweetly at him once again.

“Did you like that, Matty?”

Matthew was confused by the question. He liked, loved, the feel of Bethany’s lips on his skin. He was less certain about the biting. There was only one answer.

“Yes Miss Bethany,” Matthew said quietly as he nodded.

“Good boy,” Bethany said.

Matthew lapsed back to a mesmerized silence as he felt Bethany slide a pair of fingertips through the cum on his body. They were coated and dripping by the time she held them up while he watched, hypnotized by her presence and actions.

Slowly, Bethany brought her fingertips to hover over Matthew’s lips. Instinctively, he knew what she wanted. And yet, for some reason, he wanted to hear her say it.

“Open, Matthew,” she said, her tone gentle and without demand.

As Bethany slid her fingers into Matthew’s open mouth she smiled at his quiet obedience.

“Such a good boy,” she said, “boys always want girls to taste and swallow their cum, but so many are reluctant to taste it themselves. When you lay here and listen and cum while thinking of me, you should always taste your cum for me too.”

“Yes Miss Bethany,” Matthew said quietly as the fingers, sucked clean, teasingly circled his lips.

Bethany fed Matthew some more of his cum to reinforce the lesson while her other hand slid down to lightly stroke Matthew’s straining cock. In less than a minute Matthew’s body was trembling with his desire to cum, but Bethany had no such intention. Sliding her hand lower, she wrapped her fingers around Matthew’s scrotum above his balls and pushed his testicles downward with no added force than her closing hand.

“I think that’s enough cumming for today Matty, don’t you agree?”

Matthew’s body shook with sexual tension. He didn’t know whether he should moan at the depth of submission he felt to Bethany’s quiet control, or cry at the thought of not getting to stroke himself to that second orgasm he might have otherwise enjoyed.

“For me, Matty?” Bethany said, neither imploring nor demanding, her tone made it clear that it was up to Matthew whether or not he decided to please her.

“Yes ma’am,” Matthew groaned, “I will be good.”

“Good boy,” Bethany said as she released Matthew’s testicles from her grip and rose out of the chair.

Before stepping away from Matthew’s bed, Bethany leaned over and softly kissed him on the lips.

“Rest well, Matty,” were her parting words as the door quietly closed.

Matthew woke later than usual the following morning. The first impression that crossed his mind as he opened his eyes was how hard his cock was. Next were the images that flashed through his mind from a night of fitful dreams, images of Bethany in various states of undress, and always in control.

Memories of Bethany’s touch on his cock, his nipple, his lips, flowed through Matthew’s mind as he began his morning routine. Showering quickly, he shaved his chin and genitals, a daily ritual that he did to please Bethany. Naked, with his persistently semi-hard cock leading, Matthew headed down the hall to the living room.

The aroma of fresh-brewed coffee that came from the kitchen signaled that Bethany was already up. Pouring herself a cup of coffee, she looked up as Matthew approached the kitchen. She was wearing bright red yoga pants and a cropped t-shirt reading “The Boss.” Bethany had just finished a workout with the free weights by the window. Her hair was tied back in a pony-tail, but the way it clung to her sweaty t-shirt showed she must have been exercising for a while and had probably started on the stationary bicycle.

“Good morning, Matty,” Bethany said in a lighthearted singsong as she stepped close to her nude roommate.

“Good morn…,” Matthew started, his voice cracking to a halt as he felt Bethany’s hand wrap around his balls.

“Still feeling a little needy, I see,” Bethany said, “but remember, these are mine, and I don’t want them drained until I say so. Will you do that for me, Matty?”

“Yes, Miss Bethany,” Matthew replied in a strained voice as he felt Bethany’s hand tighten, almost imperceptibly.

“Good boy,” Bethany said as she squeezed again gently and released Matthew’s balls, “I’ll be out for a while today, and I know you have some errands to run, but I may have a guest tonight and you’ll be able to play along with us.”

Once again, Matthew’s entire existence was centered on the deliciously competing feelings of arousal and frustration that Bethany so expertly created and maintained. He knew he would be able to keep himself busy but every moment he would be reminded of Bethany’s expectations. As he watched Bethany’s hips swaying in her yoga pants as she walked toward her room, Matthew absentmindedly wiped a thick droplet of precum from the tip of his cock with one finger. Bethany turned to smile at him one last time just as Matthew raised that finger to his lips and sucked it clean.

Alone for the moment, Matthew poured himself a coffee and surveyed the apartment over his first sips. Coffee grounds and drips of coffee showed where Bethany had started her day. Her empty water bottle was left beside the coffee machine, replaced in her hand by her coffee cup. The disarray of weights in the living room and the still shiny sweat residue on the weight machine showed the path of her movements during her workout.

Matthew envisioned Bethany at each stage of her workout, sweating on the bike, stretching and balancing through body-weight and dumbbell exercises, and straining to complete her reps on the weight machine. He realized his cock was fully erect again as he placed his coffee cup down and reached for the sanitizer spray and a clean cloth to wipe down the exercise machines.

Rounding the corner of the counter that divided the galley kitchen from the living room, Matthew worked his way along the wall of windows. He wiped down the weight machine seat and back, then the handles, and scanned the surrounding floor for errant droplets of sweat to be wiped up. The dumbbells he paired and lined up in the array Bethany preferred. Reaching the corner of the room Matthew wiped off the handlebars and control panel of the stationary bicycle. He looked at the seat, imagining Bethany’s ass and pussy on its leather surface as she pedaled. Unable to resist, Matthew lowered his face to the seat, inhaling slowly and deeply, hoping to catch a hint of Bethany’s aroma.

“Oh my,” came Bethany’s voice from across the room, “you are such a kinky boy.”

Embarrassed at being caught, Matthew straightened suddenly. Spurred by Bethany’s casual laughter he hurriedly wiped the seat of the bicycle clean and headed back along the windowed wall to return the sanitizer to its place in the kitchen. Bethany headed for the bicycle and followed Matthew’s path, taking her time and appearing to inspect his work in tidying up after her workout.

Bethany reached the end of the counter and turned to face Matthew where he knelt by the sink to replace the sanitizer bottle. She wore a calf-length, sleeveless, pale yellow sundress with four-inch wedge heeled sandals. Bethany’s dress fitted her bosom closely, a crisscrossing ribbon laced at her cleavage revealed as much as it hid, and below a snug-fitting waist the skirt billowed out in loose folds that shifted and flowed as she moved. She stopped at the end of the counter and the light flooding in the floor to ceiling windows silhouetted her body for Matthew. Every curve of her body was accentuated as the back-lighting effect proved how thin the dress material was.

Matthew shut the cupboard door and remained on his knees, mesmerized by the view, as Bethany took the half-dozen steps toward him. Pausing, she reached down and cupped Matthew’s chin with the fingers of one hand. With the ball of her thumb, she traced Matthew’s partly open lips, smiling as she felt the touch of the tip of his tongue.

“I’ll see you later, Matty, “Bethany said, “I’ll probably be home before you are. Do be a good boy while I’m not here.”

“Yes ma’am,” Matthew whispered, Bethany’s presence and touch enough to bring his cock back to a throbbing erection.

Matthew was back on his feet as he watched Bethany open the door to leave the apartment. As she slipped out the half-open door, she spoke.

“I’ll tell Janie that you said hi.”

Matthew froze in place as the door clicked shut. He placed both hands flat on the cool granite counter-top and breathed deeply to remain calm.

“Tell Janie … What!” he thought, “What the hell! They must be meeting for lunch.”

Matthew knew that his younger sister Janie, Bethany’s partner in crime by the time they finished high school a few years previously, must have spilled a lot of secrets. Those secrets and Bethany’s previous familiarity with Matthew must have assisted her in building and exercising the subtle control she was practicing. It might be subtle, and he might be submitting to her wishes willingly, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t started with an unfair advantage. His next thought brought on another rush of anxiety.

“What else is she going to tell Janie‽”

Some hours later, Matthew returned to the apartment after completing his errands. Even before reaching the door, he was already planning his first stop in his room to strip off his street clothes, and then a quick shower to wash off the grime of the city. Not actually grime, he considered, but it would help with the transition from having been “out there” back to the quiet comfort of the apartment, Bethany’s apartment. Her house, her rules.

Entering the apartment, Matthew slipped off his shoes to carry them to his room. On his way along the living room wall, he reflexively scanned the apartment for anything that needed to be put back in place, a habit he had developed from tidying up to meet Bethany’s expectations. As he passed Bethany’s bedroom door, he could hear her talking to someone, the absence of a second voice indicated that she was doing so on the phone.

As Matthew stripped in his room, Bethany’s voice was strong and clear. She was not pleased and whoever she was talking to was getting an earful.

“Robert, you committed to this!” Bethany said, “We had this session arranged over a month ago. … You cannot bail on me. … No, no excuses, if you were sick that is one thing, but you’ve taken another gig, haven’t you? … Who is it with, no, don’t tell me, I’d probably just want to stab her. … Oh, I won’t, you know that, but you’re leaving me in a difficult position. … Yes, I will try them, let’s hope someone is available … And you owe me, mister, you owe me big.”

By the time Bethany was ending her telephone call, Matthew was already in the shower. He soaped thoroughly as he relished the feel of the cascading hot water. As the heat and steam eased the day’s strains from his muscles and softened his skin, he used the razor he kept in the shower to gently go over his genitals once again.

Bethany was still on the phone when Matthew returned to his room. Her tone and pace of talking had changed and she was obviously not still chastising Robert. Matthew blocked the sounds of her calls with his headphones as he turned on his computer to check messages and to find an online distraction.

With no waiting emails requiring attention, Matthew was left to his own devices. Knowing Bethany was in the next room and wondering if she would be entertaining that night inevitably shaped his online activities. His cursor migrated to a series of links he had been exploring lately on BDSM, bondage, discipline, female domination, CFNM, anything that would help him try to unravel and understand the emotions and reactions he had been experiencing in response to Bethany’s controlling presence and actions. Most of the concepts, as least as far as their porn versions were concerned, weren’t new to Matthew. But his own reactions to recent experiences were definitely new. Matthew didn’t understand everything yet, or even very much at all yet. He would have admitted if pressed, that he was beginning to see how his personality was meshing with Bethany’s in ways he had never expected.

Matthew browsed a select group of sites, ones that were mutually supportive of one another’s credibility. Seeking information, he absorbed knowledge along with the accessible stimulation via word and image. Matthew also knew where these explorations always ended up. That virtual destination was a series of links to videos of spanking and teasing, often with actresses that as closely resembled Bethany as he had been able to find. Whether or not he was under the limitations of a promise to Bethany not to masturbate, there were nights that he sat and watched one video after another until he crawled into bed.

Tonight was different. Matthew didn’t hear the door to his room open and swing wide. When Bethany knocked on the open door to get his attention, Matthew started, looked toward Bethany, and then quickly back at his screen to see if any embarrassing windows needed to be closed.

With nothing too obviously incriminating on his computer screen, Matthew turned to face Bethany. Bethany was under no illusions of what he may have been doing, Matthew’s hard cock telling her all she needed to know.

Matthew sat quietly as Bethany paused before speaking. Instinctively, after first meeting her gaze his eyes traveled down to Bethany’s toes then up to her head before returning to her eyes. Bethany wore a pair of yoga pants that were printed with the whorling lights of Van Gogh’s Starry Night, above this, she wore a simple white t-shirt. On her feet were a pair of lightweight black ballet slippers.

“Please come to the living room,” Bethany said, “I need to ask you something.”

Matthew opened his mouth but made no sound as his mind searched for some nuance or hint of purpose in Bethany’s words or tone. Finding none, he nodded silently. Having her answer, Bethany turned and disappeared into the hallway. Matthew rose from his chair, the uncertainty of what was going on diminishing his arousal even as he knew he was going to see Bethany.

Coming out of the hallway into the living room, Matthew found Bethany sitting in one of the wooden dinette chairs facing the coffee table and sofa. She indicated that Matthew should sit in the center of the sofa facing her. As Matthew sat down his curiosity was piqued by the placement of one of Bethany’s silk scarves covering something on the table between them.

“First of all,” Bethany said with a hint of a smile, “you’re not in trouble. I do need to ask you a favor.”

Matthew quickly opened his mouth to reply in the affirmative but was stopped by Bethany’s raised hand.

“You may want to hear what I am asking before you make any commitments, Matthew.”

“Matthew?” he thought, “she never calls me Matthew unless she’s directing me, but it’s not that. This must be important to her.”

“Yes, Miss Bethany,” Matthew said quietly.

“Good boy,” Bethany said reflexively, and then start again.

“I have a bit of a problem and I hope you can help me. Tonight, I have an online session scheduled with the ladies of a wedding party. The maid of honor booked me to chat with them about a variety of things like teasing and denial play, spanking, and a little bit about female-led relationships. I think for some it’s just good fun, but others may have more focused interests. The problem is that the obedient young man who had agreed to be my assistant for the session is no longer available. The few others who would have been suitable are not available at such short notice, they are not long enough between personal play sessions to ensure safety under the current pandemic limits. So, I am asking, Matty, if you will be my assistant and demonstration toy this evening.”

Matthew was quiet for a moment as he processed everything that Bethany had said.

“Yes ma’am, I will do it,” he replied.

“There’s more,” Bethany added as she slowly pulled the scarf on the table to one side.

Matthew wasn’t sure if he should be pleased that he recognized everything on the table, or if he should be embarrassed that his cock was as hard as ever as he thought about what was to come. Laid out on the table were a collar and four manacles in two sizes, all in deep purple. Next to these were a simple hood style mask, a pair of nipple clamps, and a chastity cage. Lastly, the sliding scarf revealed the paddle Matthew was already familiar with. Matthew’s eyes widened as he took them in one by one as the scarf swept to one side revealing them.

Bethany indicated each item in turn. As she pointed, she spoke in a light and conversational tone.

“A pet needs a collar, to help him know his place, and sometimes for a leash. These will be for your wrists and ankles, I will be securing you at the end of the bed for my camera for part of the session. I’ve chosen a mask for you to protect your privacy, and your eyes will be covered to protect the ladies too. You’ll be on display for them, but you won’t get to see their faces. I’ll be talking to the ladies about nipple play, so you’ll be feeling the clamps at some point during our session. And for tease and denial play, I want to show them a chastity cage. The paddle you know well enough now, I’m sure you won’t mind being over my lap for a few strokes. Will you be okay with all of this, Matthew?”

“Uh … yes … I think so,” Matthew said haltingly, his mind still busy processing everything.

“That’s wonderful Matty, thank you so much,” Bethany said with a tone that showed her mood was definitely improving, “there is one more little thing I’d like to ask.”

“Anything,” Matthew replied, his willingness bolstered by Bethany’s smile.

“I’d like you to wear the chastity cage now until we do our session later, just to get you used to it.”

Matthew knew he was trapped by his own readiness to please. He also knew that his erect cock wasn’t going into that chastity cage any time soon.

“Uh … I don’t know if that’s going to fit,” he said.

“Trust me,” Bethany said with a smile that didn’t give Matthew the same sense of assurance.

Standing, Bethany picked up the chastity cage, took Matthew’s hand, and led him into the kitchen. Placing the dismantled cage on the counter with its key, she sat on a stool a few feet in front of the fridge and indicated that Matthew should stand in front of her.

“Feet spread, hands behind your back,” Bethany instructed.

Matthew followed her directions and gasped softly as Bethany’s hands made contact with his cock and balls.

“Nice and smooth,” Bethany pronounced after her inspection, “I am so pleased you do that for me.”

“Thank you, Miss Bethany.”

“Now Matty, do you trust me.”

“Yes ma’am,”

“Good boy, stay standing just like that.”

As Matthew watched, still one step behind in understanding what was happening, Bethany opened the freezer drawer of the refrigerator. In seconds, she had extracted a cold wet towel and wrapped it around Matthew’s cock and balls. Matthew’s open mouth expressed a sound somewhere between a moan and a groan. Bethany giggled at his reaction and re-wrapped the towel to ensure all its chilling effect went into Matthew’s genitals.

Matthew’s knees trembled and he clenched his hands behind his lower back to stay in place and not pull away. When the towel finally fell away, his relief was brief as Bethany’s practiced hands slid the retaining ring over his limp member and guided his testicles through. Next, she slid the cage portion on Matthew’s soft cock, mated the two parts, and slid the hidden lock into its channel. By the time Matthew realized she was done, Bethany was lowering the leather thong with the key to the cage over her head.

“All done,” Bethany announced.

Returning the stool to its corner, Bethany offered her hand to lead Matthew back into the living room. They returned to their seats and Bethany began gathering together the items on the table.

“We won’t need most of these until later,” she said to Matthew, “but I think you should wear the collar too, to get used to it.”

“If that’s what you want,” said Matthew, still adjusting to the idea of his cock being caged.

“No, silly,” Bethany laughed, “it’s not just what I want.”

Her tone was more direct when she spoke again.

“Matthew, would you like to wear my collar this evening?”

“Yes, Miss Bethany,” Matthew replied softly as he felt himself being drawn into the comfortable layer of submission he found with Bethany.

“Thank you, Matthew,” Bethany said as she rose and stepped around the coffee table, “if you kneel, I will put it on you.”

Obediently, Matthew knelt. As Bethany slid the purple collar around his neck he suppressed a soft moan of pleasure at the touch of her hands. Once the collar was buckled, its touch continued to feel like an extension of Bethany’s.

“Up,” Bethany said softly.

Matthew stood. Bethany reached down and cupped the cage holding Matthew’s cock, her fingertips caressing his exposed balls. Leaning forward, she softly kissed Matthew on the cheek.

“Thank you for helping me out Matty, I really appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome,” Matthew said softly.

“I won’t need you for a few hours,” Bethany added, “so you can go back to what you were doing.”

They both knew that implied Matthew could be back at his desk, surfing online erotica and pornography with a caged cock. Matthew winced at the thought. Bethany smiled broadly as she scooped up the items from the table and headed for her room.

Alone, and alone with his thoughts, Matthew was soon back in his own room. His mind was busy processing everything that had just happened, agreeing to be Bethany’s assistant for her session, the things she had displayed and planned to use on him, and the chastity cage. The cage was holding his cock and balls in its firm but not too tight grip, and the weight of the cage, even though it was only plastic, was enough to ensure his mind was very occupied by how it felt.

Matthew’s online experiences had certainly not missed references to, or videos of, cock cages. He’d always thought of them as some niche BDSM article that wouldn’t work for him. Now he was adjusting to the fact that Bethany had talked him into one within minutes. He was also adjusting to the way it now shaped every erotic thought he was having.

He sat in his desk chair, keeping his thighs spread to leave room for the bulk of the cage. It wasn’t large, but it was a rigid shape and lay between his thighs in a way that couldn’t just be ignored. The way the base ring pushed his balls forward exposed them a little more to the air, just enough to make them want to retract for more bodily warmth but were stopped in place by the way the locking tube encasing his cock left no room for his balls to pull back through. Matthew thought about how the cage could definitely prevent erections or orgasms. When his mind pictured Bethany holding the key and controlling his cock, his arousal response was halted abruptly as he realized how effectively his erections were denied. He didn’t experience pain from the cage, but a confusion of emotions over his body’s natural reactions being interrupted left a lot for his mind to unravel.

Matthew tried laying down to relax and found no posture that let his mind rest. He returned to his desk chair, his hand automatically cupping his computer mouse and clicking his usual round of websites. Repeatedly, the cage prevented his cock’s tendency to get hard as he surfed. It added to his frustration while simultaneously spurring the seeking of more stimulating material.

As Matthew navigated websites, his mind continued to navigate the emotional and physical effects of his first hour with a caged cock. Acknowledging to himself that he had willingly surrendered to Bethany for this, he found that the emotional aspects of the experience were more challenging to process than the physical. Physically, the cage was training his cock to not get hard while encased. The lack of space in the cage prevented his getting erect enough to feel painfully trapped. Emotionally, he found himself analyzing so many aspects of the relationship evolving between himself and Bethany; his acquiescence to her rules, his submission to her punishment and then maintenance spankings, his willing agreement to be her submissive for her video session. So many complex facets of his existence in Bethany’s world. Agreeing to let her temporarily lock up his cock seemed like such a natural progression.

Soon Matthew’s online activity led him to videos of chastity cages and teasing. He was entranced by the sight of beautifully manicured bright red fingernails teasing a caged cock when Bethany slipped into the room and was standing behind him.

“Should I paint my nails like that next time?” Bethany said quietly as she placed a hand on Matthew’s shoulder.

Feeling a flush of guilt over being caught watching porn, Matthew didn’t know whether to start closing browser windows or to try and answer the question. Bethany chuckled at his consternation.

“It’s okay, Matty, let it play, those are very pretty nails. I like that color.”

Matthew caught a glimpse of Bethany’s nails as she squeezed his shoulder lightly. Filed to nicely rounded stiletto points, they were painted a deep blue that was almost black with a hint of gold sparkles in the color. Bethany wore a short black leather skirt and a white sleeveless blouse with a mandarin collar and small gold buttons down the front. On her legs were smoky grey thigh-high stockings and she had slipped her feet into a pair of black ballet slippers. Even as he took in Bethany’s classy look, his mind was still snagged on the words “next time.”

Bethany continued, “I see you like the idea of how a caged cock can be played with. Why don’t you send me links to a few of the videos you been watching and I’ll see what can be arranged if the opportunity presents itself.”

Caught by Bethany’s simple and polite request, Matthew finally found his voice and replied even as his brain was still asking itself “What next time?”

“I will do that, Miss Bethany,” Matthew said quietly.

“Good boy,” said Bethany as her hand slid across to Matthew’s neck and one fingertip tugged at the ring on the collar he wore.

“Come with me please, Matthew.”

Matthew put his computer to sleep and turned to stand and follow as requested. Bethany was already exiting the room as he got to his feet and automatically adjusted his caged cock before starting to follow her.

Bethany was standing at the double door leading into her bedroom suite as Matthew came up the hall. Matthew’s small bedroom was at the end of the comfortably wide hallway that ran along the wall the apartment shared with the building’s hallway. Each time he had walked down that hallway to his room of the bathroom beside it, he passed the closed doors to Bethany’s room. He had lost count of how many times he was tempted to see if the doors were unlocked to take a peek, but had always resisted. Now he was being invited in.

The main bedroom suite occupied half the floor space of the apartment. The bedroom itself was large, such that the king-size platform bed hardly seemed to fill a quarter of the space. The ornate steel headboard, extending floor to ceiling, was exactly where Matthew had envisioned it, against the wall right where his own bed was on the other side. At each bottom corner of the bed was a steel strut that went from floor to ceiling, with regular holes every six inches.

The wall facing the foot of the bed, on the side toward the living room, had a doorway near each corner. These led into a pair of walking closets, between which was a full bathroom for the occupant of the main bedroom. Matthew’s first scan of the room checked off the usual furniture, bedside tables, a couple nice wooden chairs, and a desk. It was what filled the desk and the other fittings in the room that captured his attention as Bethany pointed them out.

In simplistic terms, there was a computer on the desk. The first thing Matthew noticed was the large wall-mounted television/computer monitor. Above that were three smaller screens each as large as his own computer monitor. Situated around the room were cameras, one above the monitors, one above each doorway to the closets, one on each wall to the sides of the bed, and one on the ceiling over the bed.

Bethany picked up a tablet and used touch screen controls to turn on all the monitors. She explained how the room was set up to support her work. There were also a couple of free-standing camera mounts, in case Bethany wanted to use them elsewhere in the apartment.

“I use the big monitor for the person or people I am chatting with, think of it like a Zoom call. I can set which camera they watch from or allow them to choose between active cameras and even pan and zoom them within limits. The small screens can let me keep an eye on what they are watching when they control the cameras. Everything goes through a bank of computers in the closet behind the wall. I have a wonderful tech that set all this up for me and keeps it all in good order. She’s quite the tease herself Matty, perhaps I’ll introduce you to her.”

Matthew was amazed by the array of technology and by Bethany’s practiced level of skill in manipulating what was on the screen, which cameras provided views, and how capable the system was. He blushed when Bethany zoomed one camera in on his caged cock and let it fill the large screen.

Bethany continued talking as she placed a chair near one corner of the bed and a small table beside it.

“We’ll be here at the foot of the bed Matty, the ladies will all appear on the big screen. You won’t see them, of course, with the hood on. Do you remember the wrist and ankle manacles? We’ll be using those to secure you these posts for a bit. I put the posts in place when I need them for a scene, but they aren’t set up all the time.”

As she finished speaking Bethany sat on the chair and opened the bag she had placed on the small table. Sitting flat like a tool bag or an old fashioned doctor’s bag, it would stay open for her and let her reach in for the items she needed. The first thing she took out were the four manacles.

“Come here, Matty,” she said softly.

Matthew stepped forward. Obediently, he presented each wrist and raised each ankle as indicated by Bethany. The four leather manacles, matching the purple collar he wore, were buckled in place and Bethany slid two fingers under each buckled band to ensure they were tight enough to constrict blood-flow.

If wearing the chastity cage and collar for the past few hours weren’t enough, the buckling of the manacles definitely pushed Matthew’s mind into the first comfortable layers of subspace. As he surrendered to Bethany’s control and care, he found that his emotional responses were not to rebel but to be the well-behaved submissive she wanted him to be. Matthew breathed in slowly and deeply as he felt his mind willingly adjusting to this new level of submission to his beautiful roommate.

Bethany dropped a wide flat pillow on the floor next to her chair.

“You can kneel there while we wait for the ladies.”

Bethany picked up her tablet and made the necessary changes to her conferencing system to prepare it for the evening’s session. She then took the hood from the bag and turned toward Matthew.

“It’s time Matty. Remember, if you have a problem at any time, you may use your safeword to get my attention.”

“Yes ma’am,” Matthew said softly as he felt Bethany’s hands slide the hood over his head and tighten the lacing at the back enough to hold it in place without undue pressure.

Matthew knelt beside Bethany, taking comfort from the feel of her hand on his neck and shoulder as she spoke.

“Good evening ladies, for those who do not know me, I am Bethany, and my assistant kneeling here beside me this evening is Matty. He’s been hooded for your security, and his own privacy, and he’ll be helping me this evening during our chat. My regular assistant who would join me for a session like this had an emergency, so Matty, who’s been staying in my spare bedroom, agreed to fill in for us.”

“First, let me offer my congratulations to Laura on her upcoming nuptials. And thanks to the maid of honor, Susan, for thinking to arrange our get-together this evening. I do hope you’ve all been made aware of our subject matter and that it’s okay with everyone.”

“Now, female-led relationships, or female domination, in play or lifestyle, aren’t for everyone. But there are many who discover it works for them, sometimes after taking years to reconcile their arousal at domination themes but simultaneous discomfort at old-school stereotypes of male domination and female submission. Once they realize that they need to flip the gender roles, they find freedom and empowerment in letting themselves be who they really are, strong women who take the lead, and men who willingly embrace the submissive role and support the women who love them that way.”