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The Latowski – Full Coverage, Stainless Male Chastity

One look at the Latowski can strike fear in the hearts (as well as other places) of men. With a finely polished exterior construction of stainless steel, it literally screams no escape while the interior silicon rubber surface gently cradles the more sensitive cargo. This combination of the soft inner surface and the unyielding outer shell with full groin coverage combine to make a truly daunting chastity appliance. It’s like King Arthur meets Edgar Allen Poe! (I bet Guinevere could have found a knightly use for this device.) As if that imposing design wasn’t enough to tame a wayward male, it also neatly houses options for electrical stimulation. Unlike the DreamLover’s DC pulse, this unit houses a completely enclosed, remote-controlled, AC stimulation module from which there is no escape. Each of these belts is custom form fitted to the lucky wearer who can make a quick trip to Germany for a visit to the tailor, Mario Latowski. No doubt that this is the Rolls Royce of chastity belts!

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Interview with a Chastity Mistress

Mistress Cassandra, also known as the Dicktator Chastity Mistress, began locking cocks in chastity about 4 years ago when she decided it was time to step things up a bit and venture into the area of extreme cock control. Read on to find out just what she had to say.

Interview with a Chastity Mistress


Femdom Fiction featuring Mistress Cassandra – EAISB Chapter 7

Everything as it Should Be . . .

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Chapter 7 – Preparing Dinner

Grateful for the humiliating experience in the sex shop being over, I returned home to face Cassandra with all my packages in tow. I drove while eyeing the bag containing the new toys with some trepidation. It contained more implements to enhance Mistress’s control over my already overloaded sex organ. Did I want to hand these tools of enslavement willingly over to her? As I pondered that question, the vibrating ring continued its devilishly delightful dance. Before I could determine an acceptable alternate course of action, I arrived home. Pulling into the attached garage, I closed the overhead door behind me. It was not completely unexpected when my wife appeared at the entrance. She was dressed, or should I say undressed, in a super sexy manner. Her breasts were bare and jiggled in a provocative manner as she approached. It was all I could do to stop my hand from involuntarily reaching out to cup her quivering mounds of femininity. Thankfully, Ms V was covered but just barely so. A black bikini bottom that consisted mostly of string was all that kept me from dropping to my knees in adherence with her standing orders. My gaze roamed her body like a bee bouncing from flower to flower unable to decide which delicacy was sweeter. (more…)


Poor Q Now Has Even Less Privacy

By Mistress Cassandra

That’s right. I’m here to let everyone know I will be a regular poster on this blog, well, every now and then that is. Now I can tool around, see what is lurking within the administration panel. So far I have found nothing incriminating.

I will check my boy q tonight and have a bit of fun with the jet lagged boy, almost like chastity boot camp.

Mistress Cassandra 1-800-730-7164


Virtual Chastity Key Holding Service – CarliLock

Keeping Mistress Cassandra informed on the latest developments in chastity is one of my duties. To this end I recently came across the Carlilock web service. The concept employed for virtual key holding is straightforward. Without looking at the numbers reset the combination on a lockbox, take a picture of the new combination and upload this to Carlilock. Then, after locking yourself into chastity, put the keys into the lockbox and secure it. Thus, your only method of release will be when the service displays the picture containing the combination to your lockbox in order to retrieve the keys. Simple enough, right?

When will I be released from chastity?

Although setting the initial duration of denial (either fixed or randomized) is easy, release with Carlilock can have a lot of twists and turns. First, other members of the service and add or remove time to your sentence. Second, you may be required to get non-members of Carlilock to vote for your release. This requirement is only satisfied after you distribute a unique, dynamic link through which a new person actually votes. (I’m sure you’ll see a flurry of those links circulating about the web.) Finally, depending on the options set, you may incur additional penalties when trying to view time remaining. With all these options, member adjustments and penalties, the duration of chastity is anything but deterministic, a feature I’m sure Mistress Cassandra approves of.

Giving up control to Mistress

As if all those variables weren’t enough, you can also have Mistress set all the options. Using this feature, she gets to pick the initial duration, member adjustment increments, penalty times and what you see when asking for release. Of course she gets to see the exact time remaining and can adjust this according to your attitude and performance. Overall an equitable balance of power for a chastity slave.

Although I have not used the service myself, it does look well designed and maintained. So if you’re looking for a virtual key holder, why not give it a try and let me know how it goes. Better yet, let Mistress Cassandra set the options for you. I’m sure she will make your dreams of chastity come true.


Femdom Fiction featuring Mistress Cassandra – EAISB Chapter 6

Everything as it Should Be . . .

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Chapter 6 – Shopping

Standing alone, my cock was almost screaming to cum. Gradually my erection, but not my desire, waned. Maybe 15 minutes later, Cassandra came back in the room and, finding me soft, quickly locked the chastity cage back on me. “There” she said “everything as it should be.” I waited patiently while she unlocked the cuffs from the pillar that had restrained my movements. “Now, I have some tasks for you. You are going shopping for these items” she handed me a list, “to make this menu” another list, “for this evening’s dinner. I expect everything to be ready by 7:00 sharp and if that (looking at my cock) wants any attention you’d best not let me down.” Her stern stair and raised eyebrow signaled me that it would be in my own best interest to comply. “You will find the attire I have selected for your shopping trip laid you on the bed” she continued. “Now run along like a good boy, get dressed in exactly what I picked out for you and be quick about it.” Her instructions left little room for interpretation so I left quickly. (more…)


The Latest in Male Chastity – The DickCage

Copyright © DICKCAGE SHOP FRANCEA new male chastity device is about to hit the market – The DickCage. From the country that brought us the Swiss army knife and precision watches, Novamedia is about to unleash (or should I say leash) this new cock control hardware designed to limit a male’s sexual pleasure to those times when his keyholder permits. The two piece silicon base ring and tube construction promises to offer comfort, security and light weight. Testing of the DickCage has reportedly been performed by many chastity enthusiasts resulting in high scores in the discretion and aesthetics departments. So watch out, with this new model hitting the market soon, never have there been so many ways to cede control of your cock to the always clever Mistress Cassandra.


Femdom Fiction featuring Mistress Cassandra – EAISB Chapter 5

Everything as it Should Be . . .

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Chapter 5 – Ms. V’s Pop Quiz

After finishing my coffee, I wasn’t quite sure what to do next. Cassandra continued shuffling papers and making notes, completely ignoring me and my naked condition. Finally, after a long period of silence, I felt pangs of hunger and decided breakfast was in order. Not wanting to start eating in front of Cassandra for fear of reprisal, I asked “Would you like some breakfast Mistress.”

“That would be lovely” she said in her typical, day-to-day business voice. “Get me some sliced fruit and coffee.”

Without responding, I looked in the refrigerator for the requested items, but found none. Thinking quickly, I said “I just run out for a minute to get the fruit, Mistress.” I didn’t know quite what to expect since I was still naked and caged.

“Good plan boy, you learn fast. You’d better get some clothes on before you go out” she giggled. “Here, take this and open it upstairs before you dress. It’s another surprise from Ms. V.”  She placed another ruby-red wrapped present before her. I quickly picked up the package and retreated to our dressing room.  Once there, I looked at the elegantly wrapped box with curiosity and foreboding. Ms V’s last gift was still locked around me genitals, I’m not sure I was ready for another present from her. Fearing that I was taking too long, I ripped open the paper to find a large black phallic looking device and a note written in the same calligraphy as before.

boy,

This is a vibrating butt plug. You will insert it in your ass, powered off, and get dressed. You will do this because it amuses me to torment you.

Hugs, Ms V

I could feel Ms. V’s hugs on my cock as I picked up and inspected the plug deciding upon the best way to proceed. As I pushed it in, I felt stretched to the limit. I continued to force this new invader in my backside until it finally found home; the bulbous end passing the point of no return. With this new reminder of our new arrangement firmly lodged in my ass, I finished dressing and returned downstairs to grab keys, wallet, phone and so forth.

On my way out the door, Cassandra called to me. “Everything as it should be?”

“Yes, my Mistress” I replied with as much enthusiasm as I could muster. With both the cage and the anal invader impeding natural movement, I was walking a bit tentatively.

“Good answer” she replied and added “Call me from the market and let me know what fruit looks best, I’ll make my choice then.”

“Anything you say, Mistress” I said as I went out the door. Driving was as challenging as walking in my new Mistress enhanced outfit. When I finally reached the produce section, I obediently call my wife as instructed. While on the phone, we selected the freshest items that would suit her taste. Hanging up I paid the bill and returned to our car. As I was getting ready to leave, I felt my phone alerting me to a new text message. It was from Cassandra.

“Ms. V commands you turn on the vibrator. You can thank her when you return.”

Shocked, I put the phone away and looked around. Would anybody see me? Diligently, I fumbled in my pants until I found the switch. WOW! With energetic plug humming away, the device bore into me like a frenzied beaver. The vibration flowed through my groin waking up my sleeping cock, causing it to stir and once again test the confines of the cage. Feelings of overwhelming desire coursed through my body as I resigned myself to the drive home. 

When I finally pulled into the drive, my body was on fire. With the bulbous end of the toy nuzzling and massaging my prostate had my lust reaching a fever pitch. As I walked into the house, Cassandra spoke, “Have a nice trip?” My desire for her doubled and then doubled again when first, I heard her sexy voice and then saw her standing naked in the kitchen. Remembering the rules, I set the bags down, dropped to my knees and slowly approached the object of my desire.

“Thank you, Ms. V; Thank you oh so, so much” kissing her over and over again as my dick pressed against its harness.

Cassandra squealed in delight “My, quite a greeting for only being apart a half-hour. You must have really missed her.” She allowed me to pray at her alter of womanhood for a little longer before telling me to go upstairs, get my clothes off and put Ms V’s latest gift away. When I return, and I returned as quickly as I could, I found my wife had prepared both the food and the place settings. Hers was at the usual spot at the table. Mine was on the floor facing her. The not so subtle implication was that I should be on my knees, available for Ms. V’s observation, as we shared breakfast. We ate and talked as normally with the exception I couldn’t pull my eyes away from my wife’s exposed charms.  When she had had her fill, she commented “wonderful breakfast. We should do this every Saturday. Don’t you think?” I agreed whole heartedly with the sentiment and added that next time we could include passion fruit. My wife laughing fired back “so you think you can handle more, big boy?” Trying to encourage another bout of sex I spoke from my position beneath the table, “I’ve got what it takes to satisfy Ms V, Mistress” The ominous reply came back to haunt me as she stood to leave, “we’ll just see about that, won’t we Ms V!” Departing for the bedroom she ordered, “Clean up the mess while I freshen, be done in 15 minutes.”

Once Cassandra was gone, I stood up and stretched to relieve my tense muscles (all but one). I quickly packaged the uneaten fruit, put it in the fridge and washed all the dishes. Finishing before my allotted time, I continued to tidy up the kitchen. That was how my wife found me when she returned in 15 minutes to the second. She was now dressed in revealing shorts and a halter top she knew I found sexy.

“Everything as it should be, my Mistress?” I asked using her phrase to inquire about my cleaning efforts.

Looking right at my crotch, she replied “definitely!” She continued, “In fact, I think it’s time I give my cock a little exercise. Get over here now!” I practically ran over to where she was standing. Grabbing my arms, she deftly cuffed them behind a pillar next to her work area. With me immobilized, she then produced a key from her pocked and held it before my eyes. “You know what this unlocks?” she queried.

“My cock, Mistress?” I asked hopefully.

My cock!” she responded forcefully.

“I stand corrected, Mistress, Your cock”.

“You’ll stand, alright” she said in an amused tone. “You’ll stand at attention for as long as I decide.” With that, she sat and released my captive bull from the gate. It sprang free and rose to greet her like a private welcoming a five-star general. She began by pulling and tugging at my balls, “nice and full I see.” I could only groan at the sudden attention granted to my week-long deprived sex organs. “Are you ready for a pop quiz?” The emphasis on the word pop only inflamed my desire further. “Ms. V has a few questions for you.” Her fingers moved up my shaft making it more difficult for me to concentrate on the conversation. “Ready?”

“Yes Mistress” almost purring due to the exquisite sensations resulting from her handiwork.

“Recite Rule #6” she commanded.

With her delicate fingers dancing on my most sensitive areas, focusing on the question was difficult to say the least. I tried to think but I couldn’t associate the number to its rule with her so expertly teasing my cock. I guessed…

“Wrong!” she responded and slapped my cock with enough force to elicit a grunt of pain. “Rule #6 states that you must always ask Ms. V’s permission to orgasm in the following manner: Would it please you for me to squirt Ms. V?” She asked the question again “Recite Rule #6.” Of course this time I got it right and was rewarded with soft, teasing caresses again. This continued on and on. Through repetition and Pavlovian training, she had me memorize and recite Ms. V’s commands word for word although my cock was red and stinging by the time that she was satisfied. “I hope for your sake you remember these” she stated ominously, “we will continue these tests every day until you get it right.” That gave me hope. I was pretty sure I could memorize these rules quickly and receive the rewards that came with correct answers. Cassandra dashed my hope of this when she added, “You do know that Ms. V can change the rules at any time.” With that menacing comment, my wife left me alone. Cuffed to the pillar, I could do nothing but wait for her return while considering my plight. I had let Cassandra shave, tease, deny, dominate and lock my cock. I had no idea what my sexy wife turned dominatrix would think of next. However, using the weekend so far as guide, it would not be boring.

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Femdom Fiction featuring Mistress Cassandra – EAISB Chapter 4

Everything as it Should Be . . .

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Chapter 4 – Ms. V’s Rules

As I kissed and licked and tongued Ms. V to another gyrating orgasm, my cock felt painfully compressed as it tried to expand. When Cassandra and Ms. V dismounted my face, I looked down to see the metal cage had been fastened to my cock and balls.

I spoke in astonishment and a little anger, “Cassandra, what the Hell is that?”

Still recovering from my oral stimulus she said, “That is no way to speak to a Lady? Any more outbursts like that and I won’t release you hands.”

Still upset, I growled, “My Lady, what have you done to me?”

“What Have I done to you?” she echoed with sarcasm. “I’ve made sure you will keep your word and honor your agreements with me and Ms. V.” After releasing my hands, I examined the contraption affixed to me. A small, one-piece ring of steel tightly encircled my cock and balls. This, in turn, was attached with a small padlock to a metal tube enclosing my cock too small to permit an erection. The whole apparatus served to keep me from getting hard or obtaining and sexual relief regardless of the method.

“It’s called a chastity cage and you will be wearing it until I decide otherwise” she said with satisfaction.

“But Cassandra” I whimpered, “I really want to make love to you.”

“You just did” she smiled. “And you performed exceptionally. Not even Cleopatra had a servant that performed better than you. You were so very motivated to pleasuring me, I must thank you” as she gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Now go wash up, you have a lot of work to do today and you don’t want to keep Ms. V waiting, she doesn’t like that.” With that, my wife got dressed left me alone and naked… save for my new stainless steel prison.

As I walked to our bathroom, I pulled and tugged on my new cage. It held firm trapping my cock and balls in hardened steel. No amount of twisting or prodding seemed to release its grip. Once I reached the toilet, I was presented with a new challenge. How was I going to pee in this thing?  The tube had a small hole in the end, but nothing I could aim with. I tried as best I could to point, but pee ended up going everywhere. Finally, I resigned myself to sit down and pee with my dick between my legs. Hearing the toilet flush, Cassandra called up to me from downstairs, “I guess you’ll be leaving the seat down from now on, right?” I chose not to reply, this was humiliating! Getting in the shower, I lathered up and scrubbed my skin as well as rubbing my sore muscles from being bound all night. In the previous days that week, I had followed Cassandra’s directive not to masturbate, but I did take pleasure in washing my cock. Perhaps giving it a few more rubs with my hand than really needed for sanitary purposes. Now, even that little guilty pleasure was denied. I soaped and rinsed the imprisoned region, the water tickling my sensitive manhood inside the tube only served to frustrate me more. Giving up, I turned off the water, dried, dressed and proceeded downstairs to face me wife turned captor.

“Took you long enough” she admonished with a snap. “Showers are for washing, not for enjoyment.”

“But I was…”

“No buts and no excuses” she said flatly. “From now on your showers will take no more than 5 minutes, understood?”

“Understood, my Lady”

“Very good; and about how you should address me, when in public stick with my Lady but when we are home, alone you should use Mistress.”

“Yes my La…, Yes Mistress”

“Better! Now who told you to get dressed?” she looked at me with a regal air.

“No one, Mistress”, I was starting to dislike this turn of events yet my cock struggled to salute her again.

“Take them off and return promptly.”

I took the clothes I had just put on back upstairs and return brandishing only my new steel vanquisher.

“Now kneel down here” she pointed to the floor before her seat “and listen. Ms. V has some rules for you to follow and you better do what she says if you ever want to get out of that chastity cage.” Slipping out of her shorts, Cassandra positioned Ms. V on the edge of her chair.

“Rule #1, when Ms. V gives you a command, you will obey without hesitation” she began.

“Rule #2, Ms. V is never wrong. You may not argue or challenge her decisions.”

“Rule #3, following a command, you will kiss and properly thank Ms. V when she is in full view.”

My wife paused and looked down at me expectantly. When I didn’t move, she cleared her throat in an obvious way indicating an action was required on my part.

Slowly putting two and two together, I moved forward on my knees and kissed her pussy, “Thank you Ms. V”

Momentarily satisfied, Cassandra continued, “Rule #4, unless you are otherwise restrained, you must always be on your knees when Ms. V is in full view.

“Thank you, Ms. V.” was my response, kissing Cassandra’s sex again.

“Rule #5, and this is very important, you may not, under any circumstances, orgasm unless in the presence of Ms. V.” Cassandra glared at me with one of those I damn well mean it expressions.

“Thank you, Ms. V.” followed by a kiss.

“Rule #6, you must always ask Ms. V’s permission to orgasm in the following manner: Would it please you for me to squirt Ms. V?”

Wincing a little at that phrase, I kissed and said “Thank you, Ms. V.”

“Rule #7, to address Ms V, you must first ask permission in the following manner: Would Ms. V please indulge her servant?

 “Thank you, Ms. V” with another kiss.

With that, Cassandra stood up, pulled down her shorts, brushed past me and continued as if nothing put of the ordinary had happened. I was astonished in the quick change of attitude. She busied herself in the paperwork she keeps for household chores and grocery lists. Not knowing what else to do, I stood up stiffly and went for my first cup of coffee of the morning. My cock was still testing the limits of the cage, so I thought I’d brave a question of my wife turned hellcat.

“Mistress, when will you remove this cage?”

Glancing briefly at me, she said “You’d have to ask Ms. V.”

 Remembering the ordeal I just endured, I spoke the required words “Would Ms. V please indulge her servant?”

This time, without looking up, Cassandra said firmly, “No.”

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Femdom Fiction featuring Mistress Cassandra – EAISB Chapter 3

Everything as it Should Be . . .

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Chapter 3 – A Gift from Ms. V

I awoke to the smell of coffee wafting through the house. It had been a long and torturous night. While Cassandra had slept nude by my side, the cock ring had continued to inflame my desire with its erotic dancing into the wee hours of the morning. With my hands shackled to the headboard, I was unable to do anything but desperately long for the sexual favors only she could grant. Fortunately the batteries in the relentless plastic tormenter attached to my cock had run down allowing me a little fitful sleep. With the morning sunshine now streaming through the windows, I could see that Cassandra was no longer in our bed. However, in her place was an elegantly wrapped gift covered in deep ruby-red paper. Unable to reach out, I strained to examine it as much as my bound condition allowed. Between the fancy lace bow and ribbons I could just make out the tag written in stylish calligraphy, “To: q, From: Ms. V”. My mind searched for connections. Who was Ms. V? Why was she giving ‘q’ a present? Why was it here next to me on the bed? Having no choice because of my restrained situation, I pondered these and similar questions while I helplessly waited for the beautiful and suddenly mystifying woman of my life. After an excruciating wait, I’m not sure exactly how long because from my locked position I was not able to see the clock on my wife’s nightstand, I heard Cassandra’s footsteps coming up the stairs. Betrayed by my own anatomy and its sex starved condition, my cock rose to salute her femininity.

“Well good morning sleepy head”, she spoke with a cheery voice. “I see you’re finally up”, glancing at my engorged cock as she emphasized the last word. “About time you get it into gear, don’t you think?”

“Sorry my Lady”, I said apologetically; the salutation of reverence becoming almost second nature.

“It’s all right” she said laughingly. “I know I was a bit hard on you last night.” All I could do was moan in frustration. Her clever words, along with the short shorts and bikini top she was wearing, induced the desired reaction in my loins. She sat down on my side of the bed and idly began to fondle my overfilled balls. “Are you ready for breakfast”, she said coyly.

“My Lady, I’m ready to screw like a rabbit”, I responded truthfully.

“Everything as it should be” she said and began to lower one of the straps on her too tight bikini top with the hand that was not playing with balls. As her full breast was slowly reveled, I bent my neck forward. Straining to reach its goal, my mouth opened with anticipation. Slowly as more and more of her feminine charms appeared I hungrily stretched to meet them. “You’re going to be gentle, aren’t you boy.” I nodded yes. “You’re going to be nice to my nipple” more urgent nods. “You’re going to worship it as you know I like.” While I strained and whimpered, the excruciating slow strip tease continued until finally her areola came into view. At the same time her nipple appeared, her hand slid up my cock to my most sensitive spot. I almost passed out from the simultaneous assault on my combined senses. “You want me?” was her rhetorical question, her exposed breast just inches from my watering mouth. “You must to promise to be a good boy today.”

“I promise, my Lady”

“You must promise to do what I say”, she said as the tantalizingly slow massage of my cock continued. “No arguments or disobedience, boy. Otherwise you’ll be… punished”, her manual stimulation stopped as the final word was spoken.

“Please, my Lady, I’ll do anything and everything you say.”

With that, the nipple was pushed forward for my hungry mouth to devour. At the same time, the slow stroking of my cock resumed causing me to swoon yet again. “There” she said, “breakfast for the hungry boy.” I licked and sucked gently at her tit as she stimulated my cock to the brink of orgasm. I was in heaven and didn’t want this to ever end. When she tenderly pulled away I was left breathless. “More?” she asked softly. My urgent nod initiated a repeat of the entire procedure, this time with the other breast. When she felt my impending orgasm approach again, she once again pulled her nipple away from my suckling mouth, got up and stood next to me leaving my angry cock dripping with excitement. “Still hungry?” asked Cassandra unnecessarily. When my pitiful pleadings had satisfied her, she slid off her shorts to expose the beautiful pussy which had become my world this week.  With one hand, she reached down and started to massage herself. “Well done boy, you’ve made me all wet.” Moistening a finger with her womanly juice, she smeared the musky fragrance on my upper lip. As the bouquet of natural feminine perfume engulfed my world and heightened my desire to yet another higher level, she asked “do you think my pussy is attractive?”

“Oh God, Cassandra… I mean my Lady” quickly trying to recover, “it’s beautiful. It’s the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen” again telling the truth.

“She” corrected my wife. “She’s the prettiest pussy you’ve ever seen is how you must phrase that.”

“Yes, my dear. Yes, my Lady, she’s the most beautiful pussy in the world.”

“Would you like to have a closer look?” Cassandra asked as her hand crept back to my still ridged shaft.

“Please” I begged in earnest. “Please… Oh God, Please let me see her up close, my Lady. Please!”

With that my wife jumped onto the bed. Her legs straddled my bound hands so that her pussy was inches from my face. “There you go, now you can see her in all her glory.” With my wife’s temple of womanhood so near my eyes, my entire field of view was consumed with her magnificent pussy. “Would you like to kiss her?” was her next question.

“You know I would, my Lady. Please, may I kiss your pussy?”

“Not yet” was the disappointing response. Her hand continued toying with my cock as she spoke, “I think you need to be a bit more respectful… more reverent when you speak to her. Don’t call her my pussy; from now on you will call her Ms. V.” The words shot through me like a lightning bolt. Ms V, respectful, Ms. V, reverent, Ms. V and the package on the bed. It all came together like an epiphany from the gods.

I cried out, “Please, Ms V, please may I kiss you. You’re so beautiful, so sexy and so gorgeous. I need to kiss you before I go mad with desire.”

Satisfied, my wife slowly lowered Ms. V to my face and I reveled in her wondrousness. I kissed her gently, no tongue to start. I kissed her all over; my lust fueled as much from the sight, smell and taste as from the incredible dexterity of my wife’s hand upon my throbbing member. The minutes ticked by as I worshiped Ms V in a manner I hoped was pleasing. I began to use my tongue and was rewarded with signals of passion escaping Cassandra’s lips; both sets of them. She must have had several orgasms before Cassandra lifted Ms V from my reach and smiled back with a lustful grin full of satisfaction.

“Very nice…. You have pleased Ms. V” she spoke still trembling. “You have delighted her sufficiently to earn a gift in return.” My fleeting hope was that Cassandra meant we could fuck. I shuddered with frustration as Cassandra released my cock and picked up the package on the bed. “Would you like to open it now?” When my futile struggling made it clear that my bondage would not permit such a task, my wife giggled and said, “Very well then, I will help you… this time.” I was reminded of the sexiness of my wife’s hands as she teased open the ribbons on the ruby red gift with the same dexterity she had only moments ago used on by penis.  As the wrapping fell away, I was presented with a shiny metal cage about the size of my closed fist. Not understanding, I looked to Cassandra’s eyes for enlightenment. “It’s for your cock, silly boy”, she said with glee. Since I still looked at her with a puzzled expression, she continued. “This is a gift from Ms. V which will make you honor her so much more. In fact, this is much like a wedding ring. Here, let me show you.” She continued speaking as if to an audience. “Do you, Quinn, take Ms. V as your lawfully wedded wife; to love, honor and obey?” She was fumbling with my cock as she spoke; pulling and twisting my ball in a gentle but firm manner. When she was finished, she turned and looked at me. “Well, do you?” she asked in a direct and forceful tone.

I only thought of one thing to say. “I do.”

And with that I heard a distinctive click as though a lock was being closed and my wife said once more “Everything as it should be.”

Cassandra resumed her position with her legs on either side of my face and spoke, “You may now kiss the bride.” And I did, repeatedly.

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