Part 11
Chris's cock was finally free.
For the first time since before their marriage- and the short ceremony when he had legally signed his whole life over to Jo with no limits of any kind and no safeword - the steel cock cage was unlocked and removed. It had been such a good fit there had been no need to remove it for cleaning or any other reason until now and he had now been locked non stop for more than 18 months. This, and the strict incarceration were just a couple of the extreme BDSM fantasies he had confessed to Jo, and that she had agreed to make his reality.
Time meant very little to Chris any more.
As part of his submission he'd been kept locked up and chained to the wall inside a cell within a basement dungeon built under their marital home since they got back from honeymoon 1 year ago. With only occasional release into the main dungeon for sessions of punishment, or whatever else Jo wanted to use him for, so far he hadn't been outside the solid steel prison door that led to the main house. There were no clocks or screens, the dungeon was climate controlled, and the natural light brought down by a sun tunnel to keep him in vitamin D could be closed and opened to kill any means of telling how many days he'd been imprisoned.
The only factors he could use to judge time were his hunger and associated natural needs; Jo could mess with both of these too, manipulating his food and drinking water to really fuck with his mind. The idea was to almost completely break him as early as possible. Early on he'd thought it might still be a game, or that she would need him to be a husband and live upstairs, getting bondage sessions in the dungeon now and then. But his confession to her about his darkest fantasies had included some really serious stuff and, well, she had warned him that it would be "all or nothing"; that if they went on this journey she would do everything in her power to make his darkest fantasies come true, and that his days off free will would end forever.
Her guide in all this had been a lifestyle and professional Dominatrix by the name of Goddess Freya, whom Jo had met on an online forum and then become friends with in real life, they living only a few miles apart. She'd taken domination lessons from her and assisted with some of Freya's paying clients, learning along the way that she had some sub tendencies of her own as Freya interrogated her in a soviet style fashion, giving her feelings and unlocking desires previously unknown. At the time Jo had been angry, upset and confused, but over the coming months had forgiven, and even thanked Freya for freeing her from her preconceptions - as well as for taking over some of Chris's custodianship to allow her to explore herself fully (this was always done anonymously so Chris thought only Jo was ever there). Jo had fallen under the spell of the taller, stronger, more dominant woman, who badly wanted to have Jo for her own as much more than just a friend - and had a plan to achieve her desires in due course. By now she had achieved her first aims which were to free Jo of any lingering attachment or obligation to Chris as a husband (she still loved him but viewed him only as property now) and to free her mind to be sexually free and allow herself to enjoy her body to the full. Freya, as well as finding Jo an object of her own kinky desires, was also madly jealous that Jo had found someone who would voluntarily give himself up as a bondage toy - her network of underground bondage enthusiasts usually had to resort to more forceful measures to obtain their long term slaves, but here was a guy who volunteered for it all! If only she could bring Jo around to doing the same and becoming hers …
But for now here was Chris, in Jo's dungeon, with his cock free of its cage for the first time in a year and a half.
Granted, it was ONLY his cock that was free; the rest of him was bound, taut, in one of the strictest positions imaginable. Back before meeting Jo and turning her towards BDSM, this position had been a prominent fantasy for him while in self bondage, and it came up often in his collection of captioned photos and stories that Jo had got access to at the start of this journey. This archive contained some lovely ideas for scenarios, but also some very dark and serious stuff too - the kind of fantasies a sub guy will blow his load thinking about whilst never really believing it could really happen to him…Well, he had been warned to be careful what he wished for prior to signing his life over to her …
Jo strode slowly round her bound victim, feeling powerful, sexy, and above all proud of herself. The whole aim of her lifestyle changes had been to take Chris and give him what he needed; to fulfil and even exceed his ultimate desires and fantasies like any dutiful wife should. The struggling man before her, drooling from his ball gag and aching from the strictness of the bondage was about to experience one of those extreme fantasies that had turned him on so much as a free man. First was the bondage. He was in the centre of the dungeon strapped to a contraption like a chair, but with an elaborate steel frame supporting it. Impaled on the large and quite long butt plug fixed to the seat, his permanent collar fastened to the backrest, torso at about 30 degrees off the vertical inclined backwards. Thighs spread apart and held by belts to the frame and legs bent at the knees around a padded pole that ran perpendicular to the legs, the same at the elbow level so the arms could be held behind him. She had padlocked his wrist and upper arm cuffs close together and finally clipped a ratcheting cable which split into a Y shape from his wrists to each ankle.
The position was, of course, completely inescapable even before she had laid her head on his chest and with one hand crushing his still locked genitals whispered "one last finishing touch my helpless little bitch, and then I have a reward for you". With that he heard a clicking sound as the handle began turning, bringing his wrists and ankles towards each other until his back arched slightly and he couldn't move an inch. It was heaven but also very, very strict and a gentle whimper escaped around the gag.
"Yummy."
She looked him in the eyes and dragged her fingernails down his exposed chest and stomach but stopped just short of his crotch. The cock twitched a little.
"And now it's time." She lifted the key from around her neck, and slid it into the internal lock of the cock cage. "You have so earned this reward slave, would it surprise you to know that it's our wedding anniversary? Your wide eyed expression would suggest so. That's right, you've been my prisoner down here for almost an entire year, and in my chastity cage non stop for a year and a half! Mmmm just saying that makes my clit twitch. And so to celebrate this record, I thought a release was in order." At this, the cage was unlocked and removed, base ring and all.
If you've been locked in a chastity cage for 18 months straight, whilst being regularly used for BDSM and living out your kinky fantasies 24/7 then you get aroused a lot. Your cock hardens in its confinement and over time it gets used to this new maximum size achievable. The human body is great at adapting to new surroundings, and now, though he was as horny as it's possible for a bondage enthusiast to be while in extreme bondage and with his Domme standing over him dressed up to the nines, his now free cock struggled to get to three inches hard.
He strained against the bondage to look down at his once more than adequate member, twitching, but simply put after so long scrunched up in a cage, it had shrunk. An anguished scream escaped his gagged mouth and threw his head back in defeat, sagging into the tight restraints.
A smug, satisfied smile spread across Jo's face at his despair and she laughed at him in a humiliating burst of mirth. "Oh my, is that IT? He's so tiny now it hardly seems worth troubling with! I had wanted to give him one last fuck before …Well anyway a goddess like me can't be allowing something like that inside her. I'll have to use the dildo we had made from the mould I took of your dick before we started playing with chastity if I ever want to experience you again as the man you used to be. Still, no need to involve you with that I can have anybody strap-on fuck me some other time."
The moans turned to sobs at this statement but unmoved, she progressed onto the next part of the plan.
Bending down down to his ear, her lips not 6 inches away her tone changed again, away from the humiliating condescension she became more loving even, and this added a subconscious chill to her next words. "I promised you when we started this lifestyle that I would make your fantasies come true as far as possible - your archive of fetish stories and stuff had a tonne of references to our next step so I KNOW you're gonna love it, whatever protests you might make. The wonderful thing about a computer archive it's you can see exactly how many times a file has been read, and therefore which themes you used to jerk off to most!"
"That's why you've found yourself chained in a cell under my total control for so long, that's why your body is adorned with such lovely steel manacles, it's why you signed yourself over to me with no limits in a binding contract for life and its why, my dear, I'm about to have you pierced for your new, smaller, and most importantly *permanent* chastity cage. Isn't that exciting!?"
Unsure whether to be more panicked by the word 'pierced' or the word 'permanent', Chris opted to just panic in general, straining against the bondage all he could, but failing to do more than jangle some metal hardware. The bondage was exquisitely applied, his lean body stretched taut, he knew it was hopeless and that if he had learned anything in the past year it was that he couldn't stop a single thing she decided to do to him, not even something as drastic as this. His shrunken cock betrayed him in trying to get hard again but only succeeding to alert his gleeful Domme and prove that he really DID want to be locked up - for ever - in a tiny steel cock cage.
Crouching down so her face was inches away, she spoke playfully to his twitching cock "Awww don't worry little guy! You'll not be free for long, my friend is coming soon to make a shiny addition to you and then we'll get you all snugged up in your forever home where you'll be safe, k?" Giggling to herself she straightened up and walked off to the entrance door, dragging her nails along his torso on the way.
He watched her go and lusted after her. Not only was she gorgeous, she was also really fit, and spent a lot of time working out. So wearing a pair of thigh high white socks with two blue bands at the top, and a low cut, thong backed bodysuit (also in white) with vest style straps, and her waist length hair hanging loose, she looked absolutely alt-girl-next-door stunning.
The solid steel door creaked open and he heard her raise her voice and sing out to some unseen person waiting upstairs. "He's all ready for you baby, come and do your thing!" Returning to his side as high heels began to clack down the concrete basement steps, he heard a final private remark. "You're about to meet a very good friend of mine, so best behaviour please I don't want to be embarrassed. She knows all about us and your position here, and she's a very experienced lifestyle dominant as well as being a tattoo artist and body piercer so you're in safe hands. If you are spoken to - and ONLY then - you may refer to her as Goddess Freya. Yours isn't the first P.A. she's pierced specifically for chastity, so don't panic - not that there's any point panicking anyway, you aren't getting out of all those restraints…"
With that she turned and gave a huge hug to Goddess Freya in full view of Chris, whose eyes widened at the sight of his wife embracing an absolutely stunning woman. Tall yet in high heeled tan leather boots, clearly very strong though elegant and sexy, her toned legging-clad thighs gave way to a firm rounded bum, her flat belly led the eye upwards to full DD breasts straining against a tight fitting black top with elbow length sleeves, and …oh God.
He recognised her.
A little older than in the dark-web videos perhaps but that trademark ass-length braided ponytail was unmistakable. Maxine.
How on Earth has his innocent little Jo got mixed up with Maxine?!
If Chris had been a bit frightened before, he was now truly terrified, and not just for himself. Maxine - or Freya as she now seemed to go by - was no question a submissive's fantasy Domina made flesh. Not only because of her looks, but also her mind which is after all any fetishist's greatest sex organ. The kind of stuff she was capable of was genuinely scary. Super hot for a walk maybe but in reality super scary. Yes he had had many a private orgasm while watching her clips but even he found himself feeling guilty afterwards for a while, even if the victims had been willing, as she always assured her audience they were - and despite his viewing them from the point of view of the subject rather than a voyeur. Having to view them pay per view via a VPN on the darkweb kind of said it all though, and that's why Jo hadn't seen any of them in his collection. Otherwise she wouldn't have gotten involved with such a dangerous woman!
The hug between the two women became a kiss, and not a polite peck either given the hard squeeze he saw Max- Freya give to Jo's butt cheek as she ran her hands all over the younger woman, pulling her into a possessively tight embrace for a full 10 or 15 seconds before they broke off, remembering their waiting 'client'.
Lucky for Jo she had him thoroughly gagged or the game may well have been up for them both. As it was the piercing went off without a hitch, but with a detailed commentary from Freya and Jo. This session's video would be part one of two entitled "permanent chastity with piercing" and would bring in a nice financial return for the website! Chris' plight was becoming very popular with armchair fetishists following his story in the regular videos posted online. It seemed the more extreme the theme of the clip, the more pay per view hits it got which perhaps had he known this, might have scared him just enough to break out of his restraints. As it was however, he had a PA piercing to get used to, the cold-weld was setting up in the join of the specially designed ring and an agonising wait until it cured enough for the specially designed cage to be installed. One of his greatest fantasies was going to come true and just like he told his wife he wanted long ago, there was nothing he could do to stop it. The ring was cold and heavy, its imposing curvature shining in the bright overhead lighting, and now that the initial brutality of the operation was done he wasn't entirely surprised that his stupid cock began to swell at the thought of what was to come. The thought of actual permanent chastity was hot as hell.
Freya clocked his stirring member but said nothing, instead pulling Jo into her arms and giving her a deep French kiss right there in front of him. At first she tried to push Freya away, but her arousal at Chris's bondage, plus long held and deep seated feelings, the powerful woman's scent and her creeping submissiveness won out and for the first time Jo kissed Freya back. It became more and more passionate as the younger woman's inhibitions melted away, their hands roamed all over each other, Freya lacing her right hand fingers into her hair to control Jo's head, pulling it back roughly to break the kiss and going for her exposed, elegant neck instead.
"Oh fuck Freya, mmmmmmm!" she panted, and as a spank landed loudly on her ass, her eyes closed and she bit her lip in pure pleasure, forgetting completely about her bound husband watching the whole thing …and the cameras still recording everything too.
Freya went deep with her long tongue before pulling away and holding Jo at arms length, still by her hair, while looking from one to the other of the couple as she caught her own breath. This was moving fast, much faster than she'd planned but piercing Chris for chastity in front his wife had got her hot, and seeing an opportunity, quickly decided to take it.
Chris's shocked expression at seeing Jo not only responding to another woman's sexual advances, but doing so in such an obviously submissive manner gave Freya all the encouragement she needed; still holding the young woman's hair she commanded sternly to get on her knees. Reaching for a thick 2 inch high leather collar with her spare hand, she wrapped it around Jo's throat and tightened the buckle snugly, having let go of her hair. As fast as Jo began to protest, having come to her senses momentarily and remembering how seriously Freya viewed the collaring of submissives, the Dominatrix cut her off.
"No, silence please. I can see in your eyes that you need this. You need me, too, don't you? That's right, you need my touch, my control, hmmmm?" She was behind Jo now, crouching and running her hands over her new sub's stomach, working her way up to her full breasts and freeing them from the vest top.
"But, my husb-"
"Never you mind about him. He's mine now too, since you're wearing my collar. I can take care of him for you, just let yourself go, give in to your desires. We've done the hard part, we both know what you want, what you need." A small gasp escaped Jo as both her nipples were grazed by Freya's wandering hands. "Give in to me and I can give you pleasure like no beta male slave like him ever could. You can come back to my estate with me for a couple of weeks in my collar, your slave will remain here in solitary confinement to get used to his new chastity cage".
The continued working of Jo's sensitive nipples was enhanced by Freya's foot between her spread thighs from behind, rubbing her crotch in small circular motions through the thin fabric of her bodysuit. It was nowhere near enough to get her off but her arousal was building strongly, crushing her last threads of resolve as she soaked the gusset. Freya's boot came away wet, confirming her friend was about to make a decision with her clit rather than her head. Always dangerous but especially so with someone like Freya around.
Jo's hand headed for her pussy; in a flash her wrist was up behind her back and she was pushed roughly over to the rack of restraints. "Don't you dare touch yourself without my permission, slut." The words rang in her ears as Freya started reaching for leather cuffs but to her eternal surprise, she softly begged Freya to use the handcuffs instead.
"Well, I don't normally take requests from my subs but I'll make an exception this time since you asked so nicely."
The cold steel clicked shut around her wrists, the hinged cuffs meant even if the key was available she couldn't use it. Handcuffs felt wonderful to Jo, and she protested only for a second as a second pair carefully ratcheted shut around her elbows, drawing them together and pushing her chest out delightfully. The bondage was strict but just about bearable though for how long she couldn't yet tell.
With quick and brutal efficiency she felt her bodysuit being cut off and tossed away, and her hair scraped up into a high ponytail held by a small black hairband. She knelt there, stiffly upright and naked but for her white thigh highs and restraints, subtly testing her bondage and finding deliciously little give. A sudden wave of relief washed over her as the realisation struck that she really did want this to happen and now that Chris knew about it (and would be taken care of properly while she was away) she could relax into submission and find out at last just what being with another woman would be like. Her clit twitched at the thought of Chris seeing her exposed and helpless like this, her firm rounded tits and bare pussy on full show; from his point of view she would look almost armless since her elbows were so harshly bound behind her back. 'Well', she thought to herself 'when in Rome …' and with that Jo began struggling hard and protesting to be set free, just to fuck with Chris and make it seem like she had changed her mind and knowing exactly how Freya would react.
The Domme looked round sharply and as her bound friend began to say "Freya, let me g-"
"That's Goddess to you, don't forget your place! Any more bad manners and I shall have to punish you, clear?"
"Yes Goddess, I'm sorry." She stopped thrashing about and bowed her head to avoid Freya's gaze.
"Actually, I don't think I need any further excuse to punish you. That sweet arse of yours could do with some attention." In a flash Jo had been pulled to her feet by her ponytail and bent over the padded top of the heavy cage right in Chris's line of sight. Freya held the smaller woman down easily with her left hand pressing between her shoulder blades, keeping her right hand free to land spank after heavy spank on each cheek, humiliating her further in front of her terrified husband, and all the time her pussy soaked the leather padding as Freya spoke of her as a slut, a sub, and pointed out how helpless both her and her husband now were. Jo wasn't gagged, so Freya could enjoy her screams, moans, and increasingly unconvincing protests!
Her spanking over, and her ass now a lovely warm shade of pink, Jo could now hardly wait to get back to Freya's estate and find out what was going to happen to her next. Hopefully she would get to cum before too long! Having already decided to embrace her new status however, she swallowed hard and made Freya a proposal that amounted to a huge gift - an offer that would endear her to Freya in a way nothing else could come close to.
"Goddess Freya, please, may I ask something of you?"
"You may, slave. I may not choose to grant your request but you may ask".
"Goddess, my slave's cock is still free. He's been caged for over a year and a half and, well, his cock will be craving its chastity. But, my hands are cuffed. Would you do me the honour of locking on his forever cage? I can't stand to see him struggling like that, trying to get hard watching me suffer at your hands".
Freya hadn't been expecting this, and was genuinely elated that her new slave wanted her to permanently take away her husband's cock not only from him, but from her too. The special device had been designed to easily outlast a human lifetime; the short cage being constructed from a titanium alloy that was strong, lightweight and sterile, the single use locks of the same material, one securing the cage to the ring as normal, the other securing his PA piercing to the tip of the cage. When the internal barrel locks were inserted and turned, a chemical reaction would bond everything together in a matter of seconds.
"I'd be happy to, Jo, but are you sure that's what you want?"
"Yes Goddess, it is. Please, I'd really enjoy watching you deal with my husband. He's going to be locked up forever and deep down I'm sure he'd rather a true Femdom made it happen."
"By the look of time I don't think he wants it to happen at all" she laughed, nodding at the thrashing, sweating and gagged begging going on as reality dawned on him that his wife had just handed him - and probably herself too - over to one of his ultimate fantasy Dommes. His cock twitched at the thought while what was left of his mind wanted to scream at Jo to get away before it was too late! But the gag prevented real communication and in any case he could see into his wife's soul through the way she was looking at Freya. Slumping into his bondage he watched helplessly and Freya set up the Sybian and strapped his wife in place.
"The honour you have given me has earned you this reward. While I lock up your husband's cock forever I want to hear your screams of pleasure as you cum again and again watching your husband's cock. This wonderful machine is as merciless as I am. Enjoy!" And with that Freya forced a rubber bulb attached to a harness panel gag into Jo's mouth and after strapping it tightly in place, pumped it up so her cheeks bulged and her pretty face was distorted and bulging around the black rubber straps.
10 minutes later Jo was on her third orgasm and two little puffs of smoke drifted upwards as the only remnants of Chris's free cock. Once they dissipated the locks were sealed in place, and one of his greatest fantasies and fears had come true.
Just as Jo had vowed it would.
Given the nature of some of his other dark fantasies, he passed out in his bondage from an intoxicating cocktail of dread, regret …and arousal. He never knew anything of being secured back in the cell. He didn't hear the door shut and locked on him as Goddess Freya turned back to her new submissive.
She relented and turned off the Sybian after Jo's fifth climax - Jo too was completely exhausted now - and while the younger woman came down from her sexual high, Freya removed the cruel handcuffs binding her wrists and elbows, replacing them with a supple black calfskin lace up armbinder, crossing the straps between her breasts and tightening it to her body with a full harness that cut delightfully through her pussy and up the back to bind everything comfortably for the journey back to her estate. Jo was so pliable and cooperative that an observer wouldn't have guessed she was capable of being a full on Femdom only a few weeks before.
The start of a new chapter in both their lives was about to begin.