Friendly Favour: Chapters 01-06 - Chastity, Femdom, CBT Fiction
All characters are fictional, consenting adults. This is primarily a Chastity story but also contains CBT, caning, denial, sex, cfnm ect. It’s quite long so if you’re in a rush I’d recommend either going straight to Chapter 6 for the start of action or Chapter 8 for a continuous stream of action until the end.
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Chapter 1: Prelude
"Can you hold on to these for me?" Peter asked with faux nonchalance while holding out a set of two tiny keys.
"What? Why?" Alice sputtered in bemusement, nearly spitting her coffee.
"Can't you just do a friend a favour?" Peter was trying to hide his nervousness.
"Yeah, of course I can, but why?" Alice said with a look of suspicion.
"Just hold onto them and give them back to me when I ask for them?" This wasn't going the way he'd hoped, he wasn't prepared to explain himself.
"You're being really weird about this Pete. Why would I do that? Why don't you just keep them? What are they for?" Alice was more amused than annoyed and she got a kick out of winding him up.
"Look, haven't I always been a good friend? Haven't I always helped out when needed? Can't you do this for me and not make it a big deal?" his vocal pitch rising into a desperate whine.
Alice didn’t need to think about it really. She knew he was right. Their friendship had been very one sided when it came to favours. He’d helped her move and her partner move into their current place. He’d handled all the planning for her 30th. He’d picked her up from more than a few far flung airports.
"You're right, I'm just playing. I'll take the damn keys." With that she reached out and took them from him.
"Thank you, Alice. I really appreciate it. I'll let you know when I need to come and pick them up." relief was obvious in his voice but his body still conveyed remarkable tension.
"So what are they for? Is this some sort or sex thing?" Alice asked with a smile and twinkle in her eye.
"Nooooo.." Pete drawled out the word. "..but also yes, ish, sorta?" he wished he was a better liar.
"Pete, Bubba!? Did you just give me your chastity keys!?" Alice exclaimed in shock and excitement.
Peter had been a good friend and she loved him in a way, but he was also a pretty boring guy by the standards of her social circle. He was the straightest guy she knew, she'd have guessed he was a Russian spy before she'd have thought he had any kinks.
"Shhh! Not so loud. This is my regular coffee place." Peter's register had shifted from nervous to panic.
"What's that? I didn't quite hear you. You want me to hold onto the KEYS for your CHASTITY CAGE, is that right?" Alice projected her voice and over pronounced the words she was interested in.
Peter's face was pure desperation. Dying for the world to swallow him whole. Begging his good friend with his eyes to stop tormenting him in public, but also freshly straining at the cage in his pants because it was turning him on.
"Okay, Okay, I deserve that. I lay my kink on you in a public place. Try to make you a participant without explicit consent. I'm an asshole and I'm sorry." Peter was composing himself as he spoke, guilt was a great anti aphrodisiac in his experience.
"Oh Petey! Don't be daft. I am not pissed at you. This is the coolest thing you've ever done. I'm proud of you." she said the words and meant them. Peter looked confused but Alice was sparkling.
"So you don't mind? Phew. I'm so sorry. It's just been a fantasy for a long time and I'm single now so I thought I'd try it out. But left to my own devices I wasn't going to make it past today." Peter felt a weight fall from his shoulders as he told his friend the truth. He realised that starting out with the truth might have been a good idea.
"So you're wearing it right now!?" urgency in her voice, legitimate excitement curling at her lips.
"Yeah, I've had it on for 3 nights." Peter muttered quietly.
Alice sat up straight in her seat. Arched her back a little to push her low cut sweater vest's heave into focus. Made a dramatic show of sweeping her hair off to the side and then fixed the tiny keys to the thin silver chain around her neck so that they hung seductively just above her breasts.
"What are you doing?" Peter's jaw was slack, his eyes wider than the horizon.
Alice grinned imperiously and shimmied her shoulders to shake the goods; letting out a little satisfied sigh to complete the performance.
"What do you think I'm doing? I'm your keyholder now. This is the perfect place to keep them safe, don't you think?"
Peter's mind was spinning. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. She was supposed to absent-mindedly accept his request. Maybe tease him a bit for being a weirdo. She wasn't supposed to be his keyholder.
In her head, Alice couldn't wait to get out of the coffee shop. She was going to go home, throw her girlfriend onto the bed and finger fuck her to a debilitating number of orgasms. After which she would get licked to a climax brighter than the sun. She didn’t want to scare Peter off, but just the thought of how cruel she might be as a keyholder made her very excited.
"You're my.." Peter mouthed the words but no sound came out.
"Oh Peter!" She downed her coffee. "I'm joking." Picked up her phone. "Jesus! The look on your face." Got up from the table. "We're friends Pete, I'll look after you." Gave him a wink as she pulled on her coat.
"You're leaving?" the words came out but it didn't feel like anyone was listening.
"I have to run but we'll catch up soon. Bye!" she blew him a kiss on her way out the door.
It all happened so fast. Peter was dumbfounded.
Chapter 2: Interlude
Peter was in a spin for days. His experience of existence became hyper real. The resolution of consciousness dialled up so that every moment comprised many more frames of reference. A handful of seconds in the depths of his urges accounting for more brain space than several years of routine interactions with his Ex. Minutes were hours at times but time blurred by in delirium otherwise.
It was euphoric in its own way. The constant, low-thrumming ache a background radiation to his day; exhausting but addictive. The drive and desperation to touch and gratify himself having no potential resolution was a stimulus that needed to be constantly deferred or diverted. He was a live wire and moments of legitimate relaxation were few and far between.
Peter was into day 6 of his confinement. When he put it on he'd told himself to aim for a week and he'd left himself leeway on if that had meant 5 or 7 days. In his original plan Alice was going to hold the keys for 2 days and he'd pick them after he cleared 5 and he could be satisfactorily done with this.
But Alice calling herself his keyholder and ignoring him for days had pushed him deeper. He wasn't going to blurt out a request for the keys with a half-hearted lie about finishing the week. But he knew that tomorrow he was going to have to actually ask.
Alice was having a pretty normal time of things. Yes, she had gotten home and had incredible sex with Rose, but it wasn't as if that was unusual. She'd taken the keys off as soon as she got home. Figured it best to keep it out of sight and out of mind at this stage. She was joking, after all.
Peter had messaged her a couple of times. Just normal stuff. Jokes. Political observations. Some great cat videos. He was on good form. She'd laughed and she'd watched the cute videos with Rose.
The only unusual thing for Alice was that she hadn't sent a single response. Not one "LMAO", not a single 'cry face laughing' emoji. She'd enjoyed his contribution, given her girlfriend's sexy thigh a squeeze and ignored him.
Chapter 3: Fugue
"Hey Alice,
Hope you've been having a good time.
Would it be possible for me to stop by and grab my keys after work?
Thanks"
He hated the text message, but he had no better ideas. Casual was impossible when the substance of the matter is "let me cum!".
Alice's eyes lit up at the text. She'd kept it out of mind for the most part but she was looking forward to the day he cracked. She swooned a bit in her work from home office chair. She'd never had any sexual desire for men and she'd definitely never thought of Peter as a sexual being at all. But she couldn't deny the thrill of him being denied. She put it down to the power trip. She didn't need to desire dick in order to get a kick out of controlling it.
"Hi Petey
Sorry I've been soooo busy! I can't do tonight as I'm taking Rose out but how about we do a coffee lunch tomorrow?"
She was lying. She didn't have plans to take Rose out. She rationalised that making an excuse for a same day visit request was absolutely normal friend behaviour. And she was planning to fuck her brains out as soon as she could finish with work. So she wasn't really lying.
Peter typed out a dozen different variations of
"I could come over earlier" or "it would only take a minute" but he kept losing his nerve before sending.
Alice was treated to the performance of the 3 dots typing sign flashing up and then disappearing with no message sent. She couldn't believe how much it juiced her brain. Knowing that her old friend was on the phone, trying to beg her to cum but not having the nerve to even ask.
Very eventually she received
"Oh ok, tomorrow sounds good. See ya :)"
She involuntarily cackled with laughter as she realised he'd given up on getting the keys tonight. She'd been prepared to string him out for a while longer before relenting and letting him come and get them. But he wasn't even going to make her. The thought occurred to her that Peter might not understand the fire he was playing with, but they were all adults here.
Peter had an awful night. He'd been surviving on the expectation that he would be out of this by now. The disappointment was like a hollowing gut punch. He felt like a ghost, consumed in frustration but unable to enact any desire.
On the morning of day 7 he awoke to his most painful boner of the entire experiment. He thought the day 4 wake up call that prompted his pitch to Alice had been as bad as things could get but this was worse. More persistent. His penis seemed like an angry animal trying to gnaw off its own leg.
He made it through the morning at work in a dream state; grateful that he was too tired to really pay attention. Watching the clock for the seconds to tick by for lunch.
He arrived a half an hour early and Alice got there 15 minutes late. There wasn't going to be much time before he had to get back.
"Peter! Mwah!" She rushed over and hugged his head before he could stand, holding his face into her bosom and squeezing. Being wedged between those beautiful boobs kicked his tiredness to the curb and sent his dick into beast mode.
"I'm SO sorry! I'm late! I've hardly responded to your texts! I'm a menace lately, I know."
She sat and smiled. Her apologies were not completely insincere. She did want to acknowledge wrongdoing as a friend. But she wasn’t trying to hide that she was fundamentally happy about that.
"Oh that's fine Alice." his words strained by the pain in his dick and his struggle with his own passivity.
"How is your fantasy going?" Alice spoke as she hit him with the head tilt.
Peter was shocked she'd gotten right to it. He dreaded her killing time and him having to force the issue. But he was also terrified at her comfort bringing it up.
"Uhh yeah, uhm, it's been.. Honestly it's complicated and difficult to describe." Peter mumbled unconvincingly.
"Oh yeah? Like how come?" playing stupid was not her style, it looked alien on her, but Peter found it wildly stimulating in the moment.
"Uhh, well it's been very difficult to sleep you know? Like I keep waking up in the middle of the night.. because.. because it catches on things." he was telling a truth, but it felt like lies in his mouth and he knew he was an awful liar.
"Oh you poor baby! That sounds awful." she over acted her mock concern.
"Here I was thinking that it was bad because you'd be absolutely desperate to cum, your dick busting out the edge of your cage. You know?"
Peter went slack jawed again.
"I thought you'd be like trying to fuck the pillows levels of horny desperation and crying in the shower and shit. I'm glad you're holding up so well. I could NEVER go a week. Jesus! I don't even want to think about it."
"Uhh, uhm, yeah. Well, you know, there's a lot of that to it." He played for time, trying to process the barrage of imagery she’d subjected him to but he didn’t have time to play with.
"So if you could give me the keys so I can try and get a real night's sleep." Peter tried to sound nonchalant about it but he knew it was pathetic.
"Now, okay, real talk." She shook her shoulders out as a sign of dropping personas and teasing. "Do you want me to give you back these keys as a friend doing another friend a favour? Or do you want me to treat these keys like I'm your keyholder?"
Taken aback, Peter’s mind spun with questions. Why would she want to be his keyholder? Wasn’t she gay? Why hadn’t he been more prepared for this? Why was she so distractingly hot all of a sudden?
"Uhh, wow, like.." he stammered through, his brain addled by horn and pain.
"Seriously Pete, I'm not messing with you. I got a kick out of holding them, but if it's just a friendly favour this is the last time. It's only fun for me if it's really in my control." she said it all flat and earnestly. This was the easiest part of her whole pitch, honesty.
"Wow Alice, that's.. you're incredible.. I just, I really need to get out of the cage now. It's so painful when I get hard and I'm hard almost all the time." Peter was pleading but he didn't know what for. He could just have turned her down and this would be over.
Alice beamed a bit at his desperation.
"You see Pete, that sounds like exactly the sort of desperate begging you submit to your keyholder for consideration. It doesn't sound like you saying 'thanks for doing me a favour'."
She had him there. Was he wearing the cage to deny himself? Or did he want to be denied by someone else? Of the two, Alice was obviously the hotter fantasy keyholder.
He bowed his head and exhaled. Letting himself sink into the throbbing ache at his core. Letting himself imagine this as being for Alice. She said she got a kick out of it and that stirred something inside him. Like it all made sense if she was enjoying it.
"You're right and I'm sorry. I've not been thinking straight. I'm just worried about our friendship, you're such a great friend, I don't want to mess anything up."
"Don't be so daft! We're not dating, I'm not cheating on my girlfriend. If you piss me off I can make you pay for it. I'm not worried that we'll stay friends." she said it with passion, a little bit offended that he'd questioned the strength of their friendship.
"You're right and thank you." His heart was racing and his dick beat at the door of torment in time. "Please would you be my keyholder and deny me as you see fit."
"Oh Peter I thought you'd never ask and yes, yes I will!" she was smiling out of mouth and eyes; her whole face seemed to glow.
Peter looked at the clock. He was out of time. He had to get back to work.
"So, uhh, can I get the keys to take home? I'll get them back to you tomorrow." hope glinting in his eyes.
Alice burst out laughing, a deep belly laugh, she couldn't control herself.
"No!" Still laughing. Wiping the streaming tears from her eyes as she chortled.
Peter was frozen in fright. What was happening?
"But, but.. it's been 8 days?!" his voice cracked as if he might start to cry.
"Now, now Peter, it's been 7 days, it's only 1PM. Let's not credit yourself a day that isn't done. And honestly, what do I know about 8 days? Have you been sending me messages about your desperation? Have you been keeping me up to date on your painful morning erections? I don't remember anything of the sort." she said as she fussed with her things, readying herself to leave.
Peter was already late but he was the one desperate to string this out
"You're leaving?" his face a vision of shock and awe as she rose.
"Yes sweetie, I've got to go. Been busy, busy, busy with work right now." She lied. She rationalised that now she was his keyholder it was in his interest that she lie as conveniently as possible. She was going to go home and eat her partner raw.
"When will I.. when will you let me.." Peter couldn't even finish a sentence.
"Well keep me up to date on your progress and we'll see won't we?" her question purely rhetorical. "Right, I'll see you soon. Ciao for now!"
Peter was left in the same coffee shop. Wearing the same cage. Denying the same orgasm.
Chapter 4: Elegy
It was supposed to be a triumph for Peter. Making it through a week of denial. Something he’d thought about for years. A fantasy he’d promised to make concrete; but in execution he’d given his aching member a pair of concrete boots. He’d traded his insubstantial freedom for frighteningly significant denial and was drowning in the consequence of it.
He'd taken to keeping a chastity journal. He wrote at least twice a day. He'd let it all pour out. His pain, desperation, fear, insecurity. He invented entirely new modes of speaking about frustration and new ways to illustrate his aching with words. He'd never thought of himself as poetic but he couldn't help but wax lyrical about his predicament.
He'd write his journal and he'd send Alice a link to the latest post; in turn, she would ignore him. It had been 4 days of this and he felt like he was going insane.
He rationalised that she was busy with work. Busy with Rose. Busy being a hot girl with a sex life while he was cradling his tender testicles. He had fits of resentment about it. Moments of inconsolable peak that demand he express his outrage at the unfairness.
But he couldn't deny that this was scratching some terrible itch. There was elation in it somehow. The impossibility of things being otherwise granted a strange sense of freedom; freedom from choice. Knowing that it was for Alice, that she was getting something out of it, held him to the mission.
Chapter 5: Scherzo
Alice was in hog heaven. She'd told Rose about her arrangement with Peter as soon as she got in and explained that it was making her crazy horny. Rose got an incredible laugh and multiple orgasms out of it so she was not complaining.
Now that she was officially his keyholder she decided to keep the keys around her neck for real. She liked to remind herself of it. She liked catching people staring and knowing she was a Kinky Bitch..
She was overjoyed to get Peter's Chastity journals, they were a riot. He wrote so beautifully, so soulfully about his ordeals, it made her heart sing and her pussy throb. She told herself that she hadn't been intentionally ignoring him. That she'd meant to message him back, tease him a little, maybe encourage him to edge and make it worse. But she loved leaving him on read too much. She'd either grab a vibrator or grab Rose's head and cum with the force of a thousand stars after steeping in his sexless nightmare fuel.
There was only one problem for Alice, she wanted more of it. Her sex drive was at an all time high and she really wanted to know how far she could push it. Peter had so far shown absolutely no inclination for self preservation; if anything the worse she’d treated him the more enamoured he seemed. Why shouldn’t she ride his waves of desperation to her own sexual exaltation? She felt it would be a waste not to take maximum advantage.
Chapter 6: Rhapsody
"Thank you so much for all your Journals. They are fantastic. I never knew you were such a talented writer. I really think this is bringing out the best in you.
But we should also establish some good practice. I think it's about time we got you out of that cage and made sure everything down there is healthy. How about I come to yours after work?"
Peter read the message and felt like he might die of relief. She hadn't forgotten him. She hadn't been ignoring his journals. And good god, he was going to get out of his cage tonight.
"That sounds fantastic, should I make dinner?"
It was day 12 and he'd have made her an Atom bomb if he thought she'd let him cum, dinner was the least he could do.
"Sure. I'll be there at 6."
6!?
How was he supposed to get home and make dinner by 6? He rushed to start prepping his boss so he could get out of work early. Trying not to sound like too unhinged a maniac while he pressed his case.
On the way home he grabbed spaghetti, guanciale, grana padano and eggs. Carbonara was classy and quick. He burst through his own front door at 5.20 and threw his ingredients on the counter. He'd have just enough time. Another message on his phone.
"Hey, just an idea and you don't have to say yes, but I'd really like it if you were naked when I come in. I'm finding the thought of you cooking naked really amusing."
His brain was on fire. As if he wasn't stressed enough. Why did she want him naked? How did he feel about her seeing him like that? He wasted precious moments sweating the idea in his head and then snapped to a positive decision.
"As you wish :)"
He took off his clothes. Naked, save the cage. Feeling more exposed alone in his home than he would have in a blizzard. He tore open ingredients, set water to boil, chopped jowl, minced garlic, grated cheese and beat eggs. Carbonara was quick and hearty, but required delicacy in execution. Which wasn't coming naturally to him in his state of frenzy.
He snapped a selfie as he fried the pork, catching a moment of fright as he danced to avoid the hot spatter of oil. She replied with the ‘hot ‘n’ bothered’ emoji.
\*Knock Knock\*
Peter opened the door and tried to stay out of sight from the hallway and Alice breezed inside.
She looked incredible. She wasn't wearing anything outlandish, but she was gorgeous. Over the years Peter had done a good job of not thinking about her that way, but under the circumstances it was impossible not to. The fact that his sex was being denied by someone this hot was a material factor in his experience.
"There you are!" She held out her arms for a hug but snapped them away when she saw the cage. "Oo oo, show me, show me, give me a twirl!"
Peter did as she asked but was very sheepish about it.
"Oh my god that is so fucking cute. Goddamn you're literally bursting out of it, come here, come here!"
Peter made his way over to her in the middle of the room and presented his junk to his gorgeous friend.
"It's soooo purple!" she exclaimed with a yelp of happiness. "Can I touch it?" Alice had never been into dicks exactly, but she’d always wondered how having access to a compliant one might interact with her sadistic streak.
Shocked that she’d asked but desperate for attention he was nodding like a dog. Alice collapsed to her knees so that his dick was directly in front of her face. First she brought both hands up under his balls and cupped them firmly, not quite squeezing, but only just short of it.
"Oh my god they feel so hot and full. What does it feel like if I squeeze them like this?" On the final word she clamped down thumb and forefinger around each orb. Peter tried to pull away immediately but she wasn't breaking her grip.
"AYEEEooo." he squealed and gasped. "They're really, REALLY, sensitive, please, please stop squeezing."
His eyes were pleading but she looked innocent and serene, knelt between his legs, crushing his balls.
"Are you sure Pete? You sure you want me to stop?" She added extra pressure and Peter buckled at the waist in agony.
"Oh god please stop! Yes please stop!" Peter babbled.
"Suit yourself." she said with a smirk and moved on to his dick.
"Oh wow you can see all the lines in it where it's been pressing on the cage. And that lump at the back behind the cockring, I've never seen anything like it. It's like your real dick is still in there but has nowhere to go. Its like you're being fucked by your own dick!" She was tremendously self satisfied with this interpretation.
Peter was devastated by the assessment. He'd never associated chastity with humiliation exactly but right now he was dreadfully embarrassed.
She poked and prodded at the cage some more. Bringing her face tantalisingly close to it a number of times.
"Shouldn't you be dishing up?" she said, still staring at his cock; holding it in one hand and turning it left and right so she could see the damage and distress from all angles.
"Yes!" Peter tried to leap to it but she was still holding his balls in her other hand. "Uhh, Alice?"
"Yeah yeah, we'll get to dinner. How about you try and earn some brownie points? Why don't you ask me to slap your balls?" she looked up from her knees, innocence shining in her eyes.
"What! Why? They're sooo tender." Peter was pleading. Why didn't he just say no? She was giving him the choice.
"Well exactly! Can you imagine how intense being hit in the balls must feel when they're so full and sore!" she spoke with raw fascination permeating her voice; like a kid with a science kit and an ant farm to experiment on.
"And besides, how else do you expect to earn brownie points with your keyholder?" She bit her finger as she spoke.
Peter gulped, entirely unsure of his footing in this conversation. Years of friendship with Alice had given him no inkling that she would take to cruelty so easily.
"Well I made dinner and I wrote the journals.." Peter started to cry. "..and I've gone 12 days without cumming and you don't talk to me any more and it's been really difficult keeping my shit together without sleep and.." he trailed off in sobs as he felt both her palms flatten out against his naked thighs.
"Oh sweetie, I'm so sorry. You're right. This has gone on much longer than you thought and I'll admit it, I haven't been replying to you because I've been getting a massive kick out of just leaving you hanging. I know that's not fair. I know that's not how we've handled our friendship but GOD, knowing that you're all desperate on the other end and getting Rose to eat me out! It's so intoxicating!" she looked like a demon or a gremlin as she delivered those final lines, but like, a really hot demon or gremlin.
Peter composed himself. Seeing her passion shine through, knowing that she'd been deliberately fucking with him for pleasure rather than ignoring him out of boredom gave his ego a massive boost.
"No, no you don't have anything to be sorry for. I asked you for this and I wanted you to enjoy it in your own way. I ought to be grateful for that, not whining about it." Peter said, not quite believing the speed of his own 180.
In that instant Alice knew that there was no awful thing she might do to Peter that he wouldn’t eventually thank her for. It was an incredibly liberating epiphany. He was going to give her licence to push this wherever she wanted to go.
"So..?" biting her finger again and grinning around it coquettishly. "Are you going to ask me to slap your balls?" she pressed the issue once more, sensing an opportunity to solidify the direction of travel.
Peter took a deep breath and drew on his reserves of courage and resolve.
"Please Alice, would you slap my balls."
"Yes!” she announced in forceful triumph then cupped both balls with her left hand.
The look on her face was now intense and stern. The cute finger biting and googly eyes were gone. She eyed her target intensely and held her open right hand stiff as a board as she rained down hard slaps again and again..
"Oh.. OH.. YuRH GARGH." Peter erupted involuntarily but she wasn't stopping, she was picking up the pace.
The pain was building with every strike and it was awful from the start. Peter felt weak at the knees and sick to his stomach. He felt certain his balls would explode but he knew this was impossible.
Alice was having a fabulous time. She'd zoned out a bit, just living in the moment; tunnel vision on his balls and her hand. She’d always thought balls were quite ugly, but seeing them bounce and jiggle around to the sound of his cries was hypnotic. She never wanted to stop hitting them.
"Ow Ow, Please! Alice!"
Alice stopped.
"Please what?"
"Uhh, please Keyholder?" Peter spoke in earnest, frazzled confusion.
"No, I mean, are you asking me to stop?" She spoke flatly with neutral intonation. "Or are you asking me to punch them harder?" With a big sexy grim and a shimmy of her tits to boot.
"Alice! I'm in agony right now! I can hardly stand!" Peter was so flustered.
"Music to my ears my ole buddy my ole pal. But not an answer to the question. Are you asking me to punch them harder?" her voice achieved levels of sexiness Peter didn't believe possible.
He took a deep breath and wiped a tear from his eye
"Please Alice.. Please.. punch.." he broke off to do a big, aggrieved sniff.
"Come on sweeeetie, use your words." drawling out her patronising babying.
"Please punch me harder."
Alice switched from open palm to closed fist and managed to reel off 5 hard hits before Peter collapsed to the floor and writhed around in agony. As he lay there mewling on the floor she finally got up. She needed to go to the bathroom and wash her hands.
"I'll be right back Pete, and don't forget about dinner, it's going cold."
In the Bathroom Alice washed her hands thoroughly and splashed a little water in her face to cool off. This was going so much better than she'd dreamed of. She had wanted more and he couldn't deny her anything. It was a perfectly unequal arrangement. The only problem was how horny she was getting. She had planned to torture him for hours but she was desperate to get back to Rose and her eager tongue.
Peter was scraping himself off the floor. Inspecting himself for damage. He thought he was basically dead but his balls felt entirely unchanged, just pained. He did a rapid reheat of the food and stuffed the plates in the oven to hot up. He listened to the bathroom door to try and time it.
He got it spot on, sweeping through to the table with plates and hot food just as she left the room.
"You sexy bitch you know I love Italian food! Holy shit you got actual Guanciale? For me?" she held her hand over the key over her heart as she breathlessly exclaimed.
"Well I do try to give you my best." Peter responded pridefully.
Dinner was relatively uneventful but very pleasant. For the first time since he'd kicked this hornets nest it felt like he was talking to his friend again. Just shooting the shit and enjoying a great meal together. The shock of pain to his nuts had given his horn just enough reason to fade into the background and let him enjoy the moment.
"That was fantastic Peter, now before I have to go, let's have a look at that cage properly."
"You're going already?!" shock and hurt in his voice.
"Yes I'm sorry, you know I don't like to leave Rose wilting alone for too long and I'll admit I put us a bit behind schedule by getting distracted."
"Oh, yeah. It's alright, I understand." Peter croaked unconvincingly.
"Now now, I'm good to my word, we will get you out of the cage, but how about tomorrow? You know I don't want your first unlocking to be a rush job. You should come over to mine, Rose will make dinner, I can get you sorted out."
Peter was struggling to take it all in. Another delay. And holy shit does Rose know about this?
"Oh, won't.. are you sure you want to do this in front of Rose? Does she know about this?"
"Of course silly. You think I agreed to be your keyholder and didn't tell my girlfriend about it? And come on, you guys know each other, she's not a prude. Christ, she's kinkier than I am. If I didn't love making her cum so much I think she'd be a chastity case herself. She loves being teased!"
Peter felt so stupid. Of course, of course, of course. The barrage of imagery she'd just hit him was sinking into his thick skull. He would be denied again tonight. Tomorrow he would have dinner with his Keyholder and her girlfriend and then..?
But all that was subsumed in the hazy reel of lesbian pornography that his brain was steeping in. He'd kept up a firm line of never masturbating over his friends or their partners but now all he could think of was Alice and Rose and their bountiful orgasms.
Alice was half way to the door already and he was back in hell. His dick back to full psychic devastation and his balls radiating pain all through his network of inflamed tubes.
"So tomorrow, my place, 8PM?"
"Uhh yeah, that sounds great." although he was obviously disappointed.
"My cab is outside. Love you. Mwah!"
And she was gone. In a moment of rare bitterness all Peter could think was "Why fucking 8PM?"