Too Clever by Half

By Guy Le Bouc

Dear readers, please forgive any mistakes in my use of the Spanish language. Also, I utilized a pair of characters, one in a supporting role and the other in mentions, from another writer whose work I find a guilty pleasure (imitation being the sincerest form of flattery). Bonne lecture.

“Won’t Alex be surprised!” as he admired his freshly depilated genitals, chest, and stomach. He didn’t care that it may begin to itch in a week or so. The look on her face, and what she might do with him, would all be worth it. He checked the clock, she would be arriving from the airport any minute now. In the time since she had been away, his accouterments aroused curious looks, embarrassed giggles, and even a few covetous glances from women when he was dressed for grocery shopping or running errands. Most men merely scoffed in disbelief up close, or pointed and guffawed with their friends from far away. As he worked from home, these interactions were happily kept to a minimum over the past two months. There was the occasional man that would hit on him and while he was nervously flattered, he was for Alex only as she was his absolute queen.

He heard the lock being worked before the door swung open. “Hola mi amor! Ugh, so nice to be home. The stupid airline… Oh my God!” Not noticing immediately as she was working the key out of the door and contending with her large satchel, once she looked up a shocked smile and gasp escaped. Alexandra, Alex to her friends, was a tall, gorgeous Spanish beauty with long flowing dark brown hair and piercing hazel eyes. Her skin had a beautifully tanned hue year-round and she had legs for miles. Cam always believed she could have been a cover model, but the world of finance was where her interests lay. Having dated for just under two years, he always thought she could have done better than him and that was part of her appeal. Men often looked hard and desirously at her, while some of the bolder types would hit on her right in front of him. She would usually politely rebuff their advances, but if they persisted beyond her patience, she would go toe-to-toe with a venom that made potential suitors and Cam both shrink. It was a quirky turn on for him. He would sometimes push her buttons at home, just to get a similar reaction and some well-deserved punishment from his goddess.

“Well now! What’s this?”

“You like? I’ve been waiting very patiently for you to come home.” Other than the bondage gear, Cam was fully in the nude. She was pointedly staring at his hairless crotch.

Dropping her satchel, her glorious legs stalked on gold high heels to him. “Did you put this on today? Or has it been a few days?” She grasped the cock cage with an internal cam-lock around his member, giving it a gentle shake. Cam smiled as she looked over his leather collar, and cuffs on wrists and ankles, all secured with heavy-duty padlocks. 

“It’s all been on since you went to visit your family.”

“What!” She dropped his package at once, her eyes went wide. “No. You’re lying!” While they had played with having Cam locked up for short durations, it had never been for more than two weeks. His pleas and groveling, growing to nuisance and annoyance with Alex, always resulted in her relenting, releasing him, and at the very least giving him a hand job.

“I’m serious. I’ve been locked up (he shook his cock and balls up and down with one hand) for two months. The collar and cuffs too.”

“You can’t be serious. Wha… What about when you left the apartment? Eh?! What about the phone sex?! You were faking it?” Her hackles were rising precipitously.

Bashfully he answered, “Well… The collar and wrists were kinda visible when I went out. As for the phone… I was using a plug in my ass when I told you I was stroking it.”

Alex was incredulous. “Your… Your ass?! Que Carajo! And what if someone we knew saw you on the street! Eh! Ay Dios Mio!” Her anger made Cam feel small and his caged cock shrank in correlation. Her outbursts drove his submissive sycophantic need to please her. Despite or in spite of his best efforts, there was always an instinct within him to always come up short, just to be under her thumb. Her reaction today was shaping up to make his wildest desires come true, though events would go far and away beyond his most outrageous fantasies.

“Ok you! Get in the room. NOW!” Cam scurried at a rapid walk to the spare bedroom, which contained bondage furniture and implements that he had purchased during their time as a couple. Cursing under her breath in Spanish behind him, bits and pieces of which he only vaguely understood such as perra, puta madre, and joder, she briskly followed. 

“And to think I wanted to be with you tonight! Get over the table!” Cam bent over the narrow end of a leather padded massage-type bondage table with anchor points all over it. Still swearing in her native tongue, she clipped his wrists midway down, with his arms outstretched in front of him and then his ankles at the corners of the legs. She calmed slightly as she moved to be alongside his hands and in his field of view. “Well, what do you have to say for yourself?”

He pleaded with her, “Mistress, I… I only went out at night. And… And I always wore a long-sleeve, collared shirt or jacket. I swear, Mistress!”

Alex began unbuttoning her sheer pink silk blouse, allowing him a view of her perfect size C breasts defined in a lacy black bra. She would keep her brown leather mini-skirt and high heels on. “I’m afraid that’s not quite good enough. Eh?” She left and slowly walked behind him as Cam began to sweat, her heels clacking on the hardwood flooring. Normally, a punishment would call for the riding crop or the leather paddle. But… Cam’s fear spiked sharply once he heard the whoosh, whoosh, whoosh of the lacquered rattan cane cutting through the air. “M-Mistress! Please! I’m sorry! I… I wouldn’t have embarrassed you! I didn’t mean to… I-I was careful! I swear!”

His head was pulled back by his hair. Through gritted teeth and malevolence on her tongue, “You could have shamed me. You’re pathetic. To think that I wanted you inside of me.” Swat! The strike stung hard, and Cam nearly cried out, his jaw flexed wide open. Alex bent lower to whisper in his ear. “Now you will pay for it bitch!” SWAT!

“OW! Mistress, please!” He immediately strained at the bonds as his cock swelled with the excitement of what was happening to him.

“And to lie to me over the phone!” SWAT! SWAT! “Here I thought I was doing you a favor while I was touching myself.” SWAT! “You were just faking!”

“Mistress!” SWAT! “Ow! I wasn’t faking!”

“Shut your mouth bitch!” SWAT! “Or I’ll shut it for you!” SWAT! SWAT!

Cam did his best to suffer the blows, but by the next three strikes he began to cry out in anguish. The cracks to his buttocks burned and radiated a searing heat. Rarely had she ever hit him this hard before. Maybe she was making up for time apart, or maybe it was his embellishments during phone sex. In any event, she was truly worked up about her friends potentially seeing him in public with the bondage gear on. “OWW!! Oh, ow! Mistress! Please!”

“Fucking perra!” The cane was thrown, clattering against the floor. Cam breathed a sigh of relief, but all to soon. “Open your fucking hole.” He complied and a large red gag ball was stuffed past his teeth. She bucked it tightly, the bindings biting into his cheeks as a few strands of hair got caught in the clasp. His muffled protest was met with a slap to his face. “You better keep it to yourself now.”

She picked up the cane and began lighting into him again with a ferocity that made tears come to his eyes. He wailed nearly as loudly as he had without the gag, though all the more unintelligible. Alex continued striking his ass, grunting with the effort, until she got tired. Cam, though his cock filled the cage to bursting, was a sobbing, slobbering wreck. He continued to whimper as Alex ran a hand over the welts and up his back, ending by mussing up his hair. Her anger spent, her voice became much sweeter, “Oh, my poor baby. You are quite sure no one I know saw you?”

“Mfmph Mphmphff!” Cam’s sobbing had slowed as he regained some of his composure.

Alex crouched down to be at eye level with him. “Well, where are the keys for all this then, Eh? Maybe you can have a little tug while you are licking my pussy. I’m sure your balls are full to aching right now.”

A long, muffled reply was given. Alex showed a bit of annoyance at not understanding as she undid the ball gag. “Where are they?”

“They’re in your luggage.”

Her eyes went massively wide, with alarm all over every inch of her face. “WHAT!?”

Cam was confused at her reaction. “I put the keys in your luggage. The smaller one. Inside the hidden pocket. I… I thought you would be pleased… I was in your power the whole time while you were gone… without you even knowing…”

Alex exhaled in disbelief as she shook her head down at the floor. When she looked up, she chuckled slightly though there was an indignant grin on her. “The stupid airline… lost my bags. All of them.” There was a very long uncomfortable pause as they just looked at each other. “I got a call… when I landed here, that they went missing back in Madrid. They said they were likely stolen.” Now, Cam’s eyes widened, the shock would have silenced him for hours had Alex not asked a question. “Do you have another set?”

Fearing the answer, almost instinctively knowing it, she grinned with acquiescence before looking at the floor again as Cam answered, “No… I-I only had single copies. I… They were all in your bag…”

She exhaled loudly still wearing the same malign grin, “What the fuck were you thinking. What are we going to do?!”

“We… We could call a locksmith.” This answer, while the most obvious, was far and away the least palatable. 

“CALL A FUCKING LOCKSMITH! Are you serious! Maybe one would do your wrists, ankles, and the collar. But you think anyone’s going to want to unlock your fucking cock?!”

Reasoning with her while still bound to the table was bizarre to say the least. “Well, we… I mean I can pay them… extra. Just tell them I’ll triple or quadruple their rate!”

Alex looked defeated. Rising to her full height but not looking at him, she pushed the ball against Cam’s lips. Unsure what was coming next, he opened as she slowly but calmly buckled it around his head. While not as tight as before, it was enough to drown out his increasing pleas as she took off her shoes, picked up her top, and slowly walked to the door. Cam thrashed at the anchor points as his loud mumbles met indifferent ears. The door closed, and she was gone.

Usually, Cam could hear Alex clacking in her footwear all over the apartment. But today? Today drew into an eternity of quiet solitude. Cam faintly thought he could hear water running through pipes, minor bumps and other such noises. However, the ambient buzz of the lightbulb overhead and verve of the building overall made his theories as to what Alex was doing guesswork at best.

Once in a while, a glimmer of hope sprang in him and he yelled or cried out through his gag to get her attention. Yet the door remained closed. Cam dozed off and on as time crawled by. He thought he was beginning to hallucinate. Certainly his own mind was playing tricks, consciously and subconsciously. His thoughts turned from dark, “Oh God! What if she left… for good!” “She might be on a flight back to Spain right now!” “Nobody’s going to find me until the neighbors complain of a smell coming from here!” to more about distractions, “How many Beatles albums were there?” “I’ve never eaten a bagel with lox. I should try one.” “I bet I can name all the European capitals.” His one and only clue was the slim crack of indirect light just visible at the foot of the door. Where it was a bright midmorning when Alex had come home, the spectrum had changed into a deep, dark hue. Cam’s stomach growled and the hunger pangs were getting to his nerves. His limbs fell asleep and began to cramp given his inability to shift position. At times, he thrashed or shook, uselessly attempting to free himself or at least stave off the pins and needles.

He was halfway to dozing off again, his face in a pool of his own drool when the door opened wide. Cam got his face unstuck from the leather as he crooked up, “Mphmphff!”

Alex was wearing black yoga pants and a stretchy black long sleeve top which accentuated her cleavage. Her hair was tied behind her. She was holding her phone in one hand and hiding something behind her back in the other. “I trust you had time to think about how fucking stupid you are. This is your problem, which you have now made into my problem. And I hate dealing with your fucking problems.” If there was any need for Cam to feel any more dread, it piled on once she revealed what she was hiding.

“Mmo! Pleflef Mphmphff! Mmo!”

In her hand she held aloft two items. One was a strappy sling with a black veiny dildo with balls. Not huge, but slightly bigger than Cam’s cock for sure. The other was two feet long, a graduated strand of anal beads. The first few were small enough, the middle series gaining into the girth of the strap-on, with the final set… let just say the last one in the link could be used to play tennis with. While Alex may have put a finger or two into his anus before, it wasn’t something he relished. True, in his current state of having his cock locked away for so long, he became open to experimenting with a small anal plug to massage and milk his prostate as time went by. Before the key fiasco, he was relying on Alex to release him, and then he to release into her. Now he was beginning to comprehend just how pissed she was at him.

“I had time enough too. I took a shower, ordered some new clothes, and had a nap while you were thinking. I had time to think also, how best to impress upon you not to do something so fucking stupid ever again. So, I ran to the store to pick up these items.” She dangled them midair. “It’s very late in the evening now, so since I’m solving your problem for you, we’re going to make sure you appreciate how my time is spent fixing it for you.” She placed the strap-on on the table, directly in front of him in profile before getting a bottle of lube from a shelf. She dribbled a glob down his crack.

“I’m going to look up and dial locksmiths one at a time. I’m going to explain your problem to them in full each time they answer. For each one who says no, one bead will be pushed up into you.” Cam started to plead with her again. SMACK! A hard open hand spank to his ass silenced him immediately as it pained his already bruised and welted rump. “If we make it all the way to the end,” she indicated the largest bead, “you’ll stay like you are as I fuck you in the ass with that,” she pointed to the strap-on. “Then tomorrow we’ll give you some rest and refreshment with shackles on before we begin again.” Cam arched his eyebrows in worry. “First, we are going to determine how much you are willing to pay. I found rates vary widely, and in your case, I think a flat cash fee would go far in securing a service to free you from your problem.” She disappeared behind him, quickly knotting paracord loosely around his testicles. “You remember the nipple weights?” It had been quite some time since he’d been chained to the wall with clover clamps and weights attached. He still wasn’t sure where she was going with this line of thought until…

“Mmooo!” There was a definite tug as his balls sagged a small degree closer to the floor.

“Each weight represents one hundred. Since there are only ten” she added another weight as he shifted, “you’ll top out at one thousand to offer. Do you agree?”

Cam wasn’t really in a position to say no or compromise. He shook his head in the affirmative.

“Make any noise and the amount to offer will stop.” A third weight was added, then after a long pause a fourth, and then a fifth at which point the strain began to pinch his scrotum. His legs began to tremble as a sixth slipped around the loop. After the seventh was emplaced, Cam thought his balls would be ripped off. If so, would any of this be worth it? An almost inaudible squeak slipped out. “What is that? Are you done at a mere seven hundred? I can’t be sure that would be enough. Eh?” Cam clamped down on the gag, furiously shaking his head no. “You're sure? Well then, why don’t we just cut to the chase.” Cam’s eyes popped as the final three weights were put on all at once. The weights lightly twisted as Alex stood back with a finger to her lip, “A thousand under the table it is.” She left them on for five full minutes as Cam winced. Sweat formed over his scalp and down his back. Even his arms began to shake with the effort of bearing the weight. “I never knew they could stretch so far!” she said excitedly. “I hope for your sake they still work.” A differing pain took the place of the first as the weights were removed in quick succession. He bayed in pain as still his balls hung low. “Here, let’s get those back in place.” Slap! Her open hand strikes to his boys had the intended effect as they climbed quickly back into position even as Cam howled in agony. 

His labored breathing rapid and loud, Alex began scrolling through locksmith numbers on her smartphone. Halfway through explaining to the first one she dialed, she looked at the phone in annoyance. “How rude! Well, I didn’t have any expectations.” The first bead was fed into Cam’s anus. Relaxing as much as he could, it wasn’t bigger than the butt plug he had used on himself. Alex, squatting to keep the bead from falling out, dialed the next on the phone. A second, third, and fourth bead were the result of more rejections. By the sixth insertion, Cam began to fuss as his anus stretched uncomfortably. Smack! “We’re only getting started bitch. I would hope someone accepts your offer by the ninth! Otherwise, I think you will regret what you did all the more.” More rejections and hang-ups followed. Nine beads were now inside Cam, each eliciting fraught gasps, howls, and cries as they required more force to insert. Alex would give a smack to his wounded derrière out of spite and displeasure over his noises while she was on the phone. “…Yes, that’s correct. One thousand cash. And you’ll be here in fifteen minutes? Well thank you very much Jo. Yes, he’ll be very relieved.” Alex hung up the phone. “Looks like eleven is your lucky number.” She patted his ass cheek, “Those stay in until the locks are off. And to think, I was beginning to look forward to fucking your ass.”

Right on time there was a knock on the door. Alex was spinning the beads in Cam’s ass and scratching his balls to his distress and shameful delight as his cock flexed hard within its cage. She left the door to the room open as she walked to the apartment’s front door. Cam was mortified as he watched her open it to a surprising locksmith indeed. A tall blond with her hair in a ponytail slipped inside with a red toolbox. She was exceedingly beautiful despite wearing dark blue coveralls. 

“That’s him, right over there,” Alex gestured to Cam, still bent over the table, gagged with what remained of the anal beads sticking straight out of his backside. “That’s my special fucking idiot.” He blinked as the blond bombshell entered the room.

The toolbox was opened as Jo said with a wide grin, “Well… It’s a good thing I got curious. And just to make sure I got this right, he locked himself with all these things on for two months, gave you the keys without you knowing, and they got stolen along with your luggage?” She shook her head in disbelief.

Alex gritted her teeth with arms crossed as she slowly turned her gaze to Cam. Swat! “Así es, ¿no es así, perra?!” He yelped through the gag as the hard open hand spank caused him to squeeze the beads in his rectum harder.

Jo turned her focus to a wrist lock first. “Hmm, Alblov-924’s. Sophisticated and difficult to pick. These will take a bit. You like to make sure you were locked up safe and sound, huh? Why don’t you go get the money while I begin.” Alex left the room as Jo retrieved slender metal tools from her kit.

Alex returned shortly with a short stack of bills in her hand and Cam’s ATM card in the other. “Ay… He’s a little short. I’ll have to get the money and be back shortly.” Cam moaned his unease with her leaving him with a stranger. “Is that okay?”

Jo, focused on the lock, gave a little smile, “He’ll be safe enough. Go on then, but don’t take too long.” Alex left the money on a side table as she left the apartment. Jo continued her work on the first lock. “You're lucky. A thousand is actually a good discount given your circumstances. Like I said… I got curious.” Some clicking from the action could be heard as Jo’s eyes delivered her frustrations. “Now, if this were to happen at a sex club, and it has, more often than you’d think, my rate is a grand per lock.” Cam was shocked. That much would have cleaned him out for a couple of months. “But again, when I heard her voice… I got very curious… Bitches like yourself are so predictable…” There was a seed of something telling in what she just said. Cam began to worry. “Don’t move, this is very delicate work. Any jarring motions, and I’ll have to start over. You, uh… really love her. Don’t you.”

Cam was unnerved at the question, but gave a gentle head shake that his affections were only for Alex. He fought back a tear thinking about how he’d let her down, hoping Jo didn’t notice. 

Forty-five minutes later, “Maldito ATMs! I had to go to three different ones due to the withdrawal limits. Here’s your money.” A tall stack of bills were piled next to ones from earlier.

Jo was working on the last of the wrist and ankle locks. “Good. I was beginning to get lonely.” Alex smirked at the remark before casting a scowl at Cam.

“Oh. That’s right bitch!” She was addressing Cam. “While I was out, I got you a new cock cage. An Alcatraz-3.0. You’ll be in it for about FOUR months for all the trouble I had to go through for you!” 

Jo’s eyebrows went up in concern. The last of the four wrist and ankle locks clicked open with a satisfying snap. “Has he… ever been locked up that long?”

“He’s not going to have much of a choice after tonight! Are you perra?”

“Well…” Jo moved on to the collar lock. “Hmm, a Dublo-500. Heavy duty and near indestructible. This one’s going to take some time. Anyway, are you prepared to have him locked away for that long?”

“Que? What do you mean?”

“Let’s just say… I have some experience with men of his persuasion. It’s all fun and games for him at first… Then they get desperate, and needy, and clingy.” Click, click, snap, click. “With your body and your looks… if you didn’t get any rest from his pleadings before, well just imagine what it’ll be like once you deny him any kind of release for that long.” Snap, click, tink, tink, click. “Just something to think about.” A few minutes went by before… SNAP. “Ah, that’s it. Nice easy release.” She gave a sideways glance to Alex, her eyes on her for an uneasy amount of time for Cam’s liking. His cock bobbed in its confines nonetheless. “Fake dildos just don’t quite do the trick, you know?” Alex was pondering. The cautionary words distracted her. “Alright, onto the main event. I’ll need the toy in his ass removed if you’d care to do the honors. Then we should sit him in that bondage chair while I work on his unit. You’ll have to secure his arms and legs though. They get so very squirmy when I’m working around their favorite toy. Up to you if you want to leave his gag in.”

Jo began reorganizing her tools as she moved the toolbox nearer the chair. Slap! Alex’s wallop to Cam’s face surprised him. “Don’t think I didn’t see you getting hard while she was working on you!” She whispered angrily in his ear, “Did she touch you while I was getting your money you stupid joder?” Cam pleaded that Jo didn’t through his gag. She hissed, “You better hope not for your sake. You’re still in very big trouble!” With that she pulled the beads from him as if she were starting a lawnmower. Cam shrieked loudly as his cock throbbed with the abrupt stimulation. His hole was open and pulsing, allowing Alex a look inside as it slowly closed. Precum dripped from his tip as he whimpered and craned around wildly. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Alex had the leather paddle in hand, beating his ass until it was a brilliant shade of pink. Jo gave an astonished look, though she had one hand absently up on her breast while the other was nearly folded into her crotch. Jo suddenly realized she was touching herself through her coveralls, “Um. Say, there’ll be time for that later. Get him over here now please.”

Alex put the paddle down, cursing under her breath she unclipped Cam and pulled him off the table by his hair. He stumbled and nearly fell twice during the brisk march to the bondage chair. Jo remarked, “Oh! He’s hairless downstairs! That’ll make it easier.” Alex continued to lead him by the hair on his head as the feeling in his arms and legs pained him the whole way. Not to mention the crook in his neck from being on the table for hours on end. Alex irately strapped his forearms and legs to the chair. She secured his head with a strap over his gag to the back for good measure. Cam could flex his feet and hands, but that was about it. The feeling started to sink back into his limbs, though his ass ached and was uncomfortable in his new seated position.

Cam looked down at Jo who was on her knees with lockpicks in both hands, her pert lips were slightly apart as she studied the tumbler mechanism. Alex had retreated with arms crossed again and her signature scowl. “Cam, sweety, you’re going to have to relax your dick if you want me to pick this thing. It can’t be bobbing up and down with these tools in the lock or we won’t get anywhere.” Alex frowned all the more, her eyes shooting lasers into Cam’s face. Cam did his best to relax though his cock had other ideas. His queen across the room, watching while another goddess was in front of him on her knees… He wasn’t relaxing anytime soon. “Cam. Please, whatever you’re thinking about, think of something else.” 

Alex huffed and left the room. The sounds of water and clanking angrily echoed. She returned with a pitcher full of ice water. “Get out of the way!” Jo quickly moved as Alex dumped the water and ice onto Cam’s crotch. He wailed through the gag as the shock of the water took effect and shrank his manhood. Alex proceeded to dump some on his scalp as well. “Fucking get it together bitch! There’s always more of this to pour on you!” Cam whimpered as he shivered, his skin sprouting goosebumps. “Ok now?” She tossed a towel to Jo.

Jo got back into place on her knees once more. Cam’s cock was withered, and he willed it to not get hard again. Jo’s eyes were on the lock once more, her mouth was parted as she held her tools aloft. There was a long pause, then she lowered her hands a little. “You know… a thousand is a lot of money. Granted, I’m cutting him a deal… Perhaps you’d like to keep that cash for yourself?”

Alex dropped her scowl and her arms. “What do you mean?”

“Two months is a long time without cock, even for a woman like you. You were looking forward to getting some after your long trip, weren’t you?”

Alex began to look uncomfortable. “What… what are you saying?”

Jo put her tools down and got up, turning to meet Alex’s eyes. “As I said… I got curious. I get curious from time to time. Just your voice on the phone got me curious. You and I are not so different, the little bitches in our lives. The difference may be that when my Chris gets a fantasy stuck in his perverted little mind, he’s all in. Sometimes it’s months before I get cock from him. But only because I love him so much, I’m willing to fulfill his wishes, for certain lengths of time. His latest fantasy has seen his cock locked up and body confined in my basement for nearly eight months.” 

Cam and Alex were both surprised, “Eight months!”

“Yes, he needs to be kept locked away in chains under my home. Otherwise, it would be twenty-four-seven of needy, needy, needy, please, please, please. It’s fine in small doses, but I haven’t got time for all that.” She started to unzip her coveralls. “But like I said… I get curious. And you want your man’s cock freed right?” She stepped out of the work clothes to reveal a white sports bra and bikini briefs. 

Alex’s jaw dropped. Cam’s cock ignited like a rocket ready for liftoff, confined as it was. Alex scoffed trying to find the right words, “I don’t… I’m not…”

Jo moved closer to her, “I don’t and I’m not either. But… I get curious, and with our bitches locked away… A girl’s got needs that deserved to be filled right? And what better way to get some of yours than by making him watch?”

Alex got overly defensive, “I’ll find someone else! You’re not the only locksmith in town!”

“You can go ahead and try. Myself, I didn’t choose this career, my Chris chose it for me. His first big adventure involved supergluing and breaking the key off inside his solid steel collar. You can imagine how difficult it was to find someone just willing to take that apart. It’s a very small community of professionals and I’m very certain word has already been passed around about your bitch’s problem, which is now your problem. Right? With everyone in on the know, prices will be very steep to get him out. Think: ‘new car’ types of prices.”

Alex was furious. If looks could kill, Cam would have been a charred smoldering corpse. She stared hard at him, “…All right, but nothing loco. Nothing strange. OK?” Cam couldn’t make a sound, his cock strained against his confinement in a rage, his balls nearly violet. 

“Take your clothes off.” Jo smiled and headed to a shelf she’d been eyeing surreptitiously. She took a black leather square with straps and threw it to Alex. She then grabbed a wand vibe and small spreader bar. She bent down to Cam’s face, “She’s going to wear that, as I saw your rose has very sharp thorns, and I don’t like to be pricked.” Alex glowered as she loosely fastened the buckles forming the leather square into a tube open at the ends. “Behind your back if you please.” Alex cuffed her forearms through the leather behind her as Jo walked over with the other items. Dropping them, she tightened the straps. Alex’s forearms were forced together as she balled up her fists, her glorious orbs pushed out. Jo moved in front of her, taking in her beauty as she ran hands over her nipples and down her flanks. She gave a gentle squeeze to Alex’s butt. Jo put a finger in her mouth before suddenly hooking it into Alex’s sex. “Oh, you’re wet already!” Alex made to protest but gasped instead as Jo wiggled higher into her tight quim. Jo went in to kiss her on the lips as Alex attempted to pull away. A hand behind her neck stopped her and their lips sealed as Jo moaned. “…Very curious.” Jo removed her undergarments quickly. Cam momentarily forgot he was bound and caged as he was completely and devastatingly turned on. His mind spun 100 miles an hour with depraved thoughts. Jo kicked Alex’s feet wider, placing the one-foot spreader bar between and securing it to her ankles. Jo then went to her knees and picked up the wand vibe.

“Ay! Dios Mio!” Alex squealed in a high pitch.

“Oh. Too much? Let’s slow it a bit.” Jo worked two fingers into Alex as she lowered the vibe’s power. Alex started to shake and moan, squealing impiously as the wand was pushed against her clit and two of Jo’s fingers slowly drove up and down inside. Her tits bounced and legs trembled as the minutes went by. Jo had a gleeful look. “Hey, not so fast!” She took the wand away but continued with her fingers as Alex looked down, her mouth in a tense O. Cam could see there was lust and wanting on her face mixed with embarrassment. Jo made a quick lick upward as Alex threw her head back. “Hmm, so sweet.” She kept teasing Alex’s clit until it popped forth, engorged and sensitive. “My turn now. Get on your knees.” Alex was hesitant but did as told. She reluctantly opened her mouth. “No, not like that. I want you bowed down, ass in the air.”

Alex went back to fiery defiance, “I don’t think so!”

“You’ll do as you’re told unless you want your ass to look like your bitch’s over there. Then he can stay locked up and I’ll take the money anyway. Savvy?”

Alex glared at her as she slowly bowed forward until her face was against the floor. It was humiliating enough for her to get to her knees, but now to be prostrate was the icing on the cake. If Cam weren’t a desperately horny animal, he’d be dreading her retribution once this evening was over. Jo walked slowly around behind. Smack! “Ay! Hey! No!”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Smack! She struck both ass cheeks at the same time as a drip of Alex’s juices landed on the floor. She exclaimed a surprised and shameless moan. “Looks like maybe you hold back from your bitch yourself. Maybe I should let him up, to have a bit of fun.”

“Oh! No! No! He’s in enough trouble already!” Fear and longing were in Alex’s eyes.

“Another time then…”, she winked at Cam. Jo moved back in front and got down onto her back. She pulled Alex’s head up by the ponytail. Alex cursed in pain and disgrace. Jo slid under her face, releasing her hair. “Get to it. You know what to do.”

Alex began to lick as Jo propped herself on an elbow, squeezing her nipple with her other hand. Haughty sounds from Jo began as Alex continued to lap. “Oooh, yeah. Get in there!” She let go of her breast and pushed Alex’s face harder into her pussy. Alex flexed her fingers and whimpered in concern as it seemed like her air was cut off momentarily. “Use your tongue bitch! You know how a queen likes her pussy serviced!” Alex began to fuck her slit with her tongue pushed out as far as possible. “Oh! Oh yes! That’s it. Yeaaah! Huh, fuck! More! Faster!” Alex’s body began to rock back and forth as she applied more vigor to her efforts. She alternated suckling Jo’s clit, pushing her tongue inside, and running the tip along the sides of her button. Jo resumed squeezing her breasts as she reposed all the way back, the other hand more gently placed on the back of Alex’s head. Jo’s head went back with eyes clamped shut as her mouth formed a large O. She screamed, a hot spray of her orgasm shot, coating Alex’s face as she attempted to come up for air.

Cam was nearly having an out of body experience. Seeing his queen, the one he would do anything for, forced to service an equally gorgeous Domme… He could hardly contain himself as precum seeped from his tip. He was moaning hungrily through his gag as he didn’t blink during the entire licentious display.

“Oh! Oh God! God that was good! Hmmm….” Jo got to her feet as Alex remained as she was. “Have you used this on him yet?” She indicated the strap-on still on the table. Alex shook her head. “Well then, let’s give your little bitch a good end to the show.” She slipped it on and cinched it tight around her hips before coating it with lube. She winked again to Cam as she found the wand vibe and got down behind Alex.

Alex again wanted to protest; her face clearly showed it. She was utterly humiliated, but still strongly turned on. She furtively craved release. “Oh! Dios Mio! Fuck!” Jo slid the dildo all the way in, to the hilt. Withdrawing halfway, she placed the wand expertly against Alex’s clit. 

“Look at your bitch!” Cam wasn’t sure who was being addressed but Alex and Cam looked each other in the eyes all the same. Jo began pumping into her at a quickening pace as the vibe climbed. 

Alex squealed in hedonistic delight. Her breathing caught in her chest and her legs flexed as her hands balled back into tight fists. “AY Yes! YES! Fuck me! Fuck me! Harder! OOohhh!” 

Jo smiled devilishly as she began to pound into Alex. A few more minutes ticked by before she eventually looked at Cam. The wand was suddenly pulled away. “Ask him for permission to cum.”

“Oh! Oh? Que!? Oh, OH!” Jo continued to plough roughly into her.

Smack! “You heard me. Ask your bitch for permission to cum, BITCH!” SMACK!

This was a serious breach of etiquette. “Ay! Oh! No, no! Ahhh!” Jo had placed her thumb atop Alex’s butthole.

“I wasn’t asking. Do it!” Her digit entered past the knuckle.

“Ahhhh!! NO! Bitch! I mean Cam! Please! Please let me cum!”

Cam, despite being bound and his manhood shut away, found himself in a very unique position of power. He wondered… If he didn’t let her, would she take it out on him? But if he did, would he be rewarded?

“Memph! Memph muphf conph cumph Mitch!”

Alex’s eyes sparkled as a large grin came to her pretty mouth. Jo smiled broadly as well as she put the vibe back against Alex’s sex, quickening her thrusts akin to a steam locomotive. “Ah! AH! OOooh! FUCK! FUUUCK!! YES! OooHH! Oooh! Ahhhh!!! AHHHHH!!!” Her climax broke and she soaked the floor. Jo however kept the vibe against her, giving a drawn-out post-orgasm torture for a few minutes more. The pair were absolutely and devastatingly stunning, their bodies flexing, their vocalizations, his tanned goddess and her blond captor… Their images and sounds were burned into Cam’s brain forever. He was a shaking, quaking horny mess.

Released from her bonds, Alex staggered a bit as she put her clothes back on. Jo did the same, getting back into her coveralls before picking Cam’s cock cage lock. It actually took her the least amount of time compared to the others. It was opened in a matter of fifteen seconds.

Alex was in utter disbelief. “That’s it!? A few seconds?”

“That’s it. I could have used a hairpin. These types of novelty locks aren’t all they appear to be.”

Cam’s dick sprang forth once the contraption was fully removed. The entirety of his iron-hard rod was sweaty, purple, and throbbing with a life of its own.

Alex stood him up, still leaving the gag in, before clipping his hands behind him. “Get to the bedroom joder. And you better enjoy tonight, because after you’re going to be in this for a while my special fucking idiot.” She held up the new cock cage with a grimace. Cam left the room as quickly as possible, grateful that he may be getting an awful climax of his own soon enough. Alex grabbed the stack of money, shoving it into a pocket as Jo finished packing up her tools. Neither said anything as they walked out the apartment front door, closing it behind them. 

Jo began, “Well, it was nice seeing you again. It’s been too long. Do you think he suspects anything?”

“Ha. My little fuck toy? His brain is too fried to add one plus one right now.”

“You should take care of him. He loves you too much to live without you… ya know?” There was a long pause as she knowingly looked at the door, “So, when is your luggage being delivered?”

“Ah, tomorrow. I found his keys before I left and stashed them under a plant. I had considered letting him know about a month in, but when you saw him out getting his haircut… Thank you for calling me.”

“Bitches are so predictable. They think they’re so clever, until they aren’t. You better get in there and get him to shoot his load before he boils over.”

“Ay! What was with the thumb in my ass!”

Jo shrugged, “I was in the moment. I should get going, Chris’s probably been fucking himself silly with a monster dildo.” She sighed as she ran a hand through Alex’s hair, “All good things must come to an end. I could use a good hard fuck myself tonight. I’ll have to spring Chris from his dungeon. It’s been long enough.” Jo leaned in and kissed Alex. At first, she didn’t entirely reciprocate, but then there was a spark, and they made out harder. Alex finally broke it off, her breathing heavy with desire. “Drop by for a visit sometime, you know, if you ever get… curious….” Jo walked slowly down the stairs as Alex watched her go. She exhaled with a shiver, before she slipped back inside her apartment. There was a beastly cock that badly needed her attentions.

She smiled to herself on the way to the bedroom, “My own special fucking idiot… I guess I love him too…”