We went to a sex therapist. She suggested locking my cock in a cage. Who knew it would be a switch. I have never found my wife more desirable then when she has my manhood locked up!
Did I win lotto or something?
The rest of the day, after receiving my girlfriend Lydia’s text with her photo, I was nervous and anxious, almost afraid to go home to get the punishment I deserved. More than that, she’d grounded me for the weekend, meaning I would be naked and bound at all times and would be spanked twice daily, by her and her “special friend,” who would be joining us. I was miserable, but also highly aroused by the thought.
When time passed and it was time to go home, I knew my freedom was over. I drove home, then parked. Where I lived, there was a common parking area, then a long walkway to my residence, an end unit townhouse. I parked, then started to walk slowly, my head down, already shamefully hard and blushing about it.
“Hello Ryan.”
I looked up, and my heart sank. It was Sydney, my girlfriend’s best friend. She was, like Lydia, provocatively attired, but it was difficult to get excited knowing what she was about to do to me.
I took in the sight of her for a moment, from her sunglasses down to her bare feet. The thought kept going through my head - this woman is going to spank me - and the foolish thought of trying to run away passed through my consciousness.
But I knew better. Sydney worked as a police officer. She was trained to take me down.
“Take off your shirt, Ryan,” she told me. “Now.”
“So you’re the special friend?” I asked.
“You know that I am,” she replied. “Obey now.”
I glanced around to see if any of my neighbors were watching but it didn’t matter. I had to obey. I stripped off my shirt and dropped it to the ground. Sydney reached behind her and got her handcuffs off her bikini’s waistband.
“Turn around, hands behind your back,” she ordered, something she’d probably said hundreds of times, but never to me. I turned around and gave up my hands, and she handcuffed me right there where anyone could see.
The woman held me and picked up my shirt. “You are under arrest and in Lydia’s custody. You have been sentenced to a weekend of bondage and spanking. Once inside, you will be stripped naked and remain naked until Monday morning. Do you have any questions?”
A tear was already escaping my eye as the beautiful woman led me toward my apartment, and my fate was sealed. I was captured and would be held prisoner without any hope of escape, and I knew I deserved it.
Frústrate por ella. No te mereces placer. Sufre para Samantha
When you saw her text notification, you paused on cleaning their apartment to see what she needed.
Seeing her eating had you squirming in your cage.
"Thank you. Thank you Goddess." You texted back.
When she had first mentioned the trip to Paris, you had thought she intended for you to come. Maybe you could carry their bags through Paris and drive them around. But after paying for their flight tickets and their hotel, your bank was cleared out.
So, while they enjoyed traveling through the city of love, you stayed in their apartment making sure their dog got fed and the place remained clean. They made it clear though, that even with them gone, you had to sleep on the couch.
"Weclome loser."
The picture was the first message she had sent since they arrived in Paris a week ago. Seeing her so happy and beautyful made you feel elated.
"Stop looking at the pic, n get back to work.
"Yes, Goddess." You said.
Slipping your phone into your apron pocket, you went back to scrubbing their bathroom floor.
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