In chastity for a prostitute (1/2)

My name is Petra and for years I have been earning my pocket money with sexual services on the side. I have long black hair, wear a lot of jewelry and for my 40 years I have an extremely tight body and nice curves. I was registered on a well-known website where both private and professional ladies could offer their services. I would like to say that I have already accumulated a lot of experience in many areas.

One day, a special request fluttered into my mailbox on the portal in question:

"Hello Petra,

I would like you to take my keys for the chastity belt from me and keep me horny for a while. I would want to serve you as your licking slave during this time and spoil your body with my tongue. Cuckolding would also be possible. Is that possible with you?"

The sender was 30 years old, looked quite well-built in the pictures and we got talking. I had never really done much in the fetish area before, apart from peeing all over someone here and there or having my boots licked. This was not unknown to me, but it was new to me.

After a detailed conversation and an evidence picture check, I reduced his many preferences to what it meant for me.

Basically, all he really wanted was to lock himself in the KG, give me the keys and I would keep him horny. Then he would come over once a week and do me with his tongue without me letting him. He would even pay for it and sending nasty comments or pictures every now and then shouldn't be a problem for me. So I agreed to it.

We agreed on a fixed sum and he would have to pay extra for each appointment with me. He didn't want any reassurance that he could somehow get out if he no longer wanted to, but wanted to be completely subordinate to me. That was fine by me. Paul didn't want a real dominatrix either, just a lady who took the reins and was mischievous. I could indeed be that.

So I ordered him to put on the KG and wear it until our appointment 3 days later. I wanted to see for myself that he was wearing it and gave me the keys. He did and so I served other customers, saw on the day of the meeting that his money had arrived in my account and read through his email with his preferences, which he should write to me so that I could make him even more horny. I was surprised at what he was into and some things were not my cup of tea, but others were very easy for me to realize and suited me well.

For example, he liked the strong smell of pussy and would prefer to lick dirty pussies. Don't think I'm unkempt, but it was easy to indulge this preference. I went shopping in the morning and the doorbell rang at around 2pm. I always received my customers in my apartment, in private. There was a shy guy in front of me who I first had to loosen up and invite in. We had time and so we chatted for a while and I felt myself turning him on in my high black sandals and short green dress. He kept looking at my neckline and my legs and feet, some of which were clearly visible.

After the ice was broken, he gave me a piece of paper he had written himself with the rules he had come up with. I let him:

1.  The duration of the chastity is determined by you and there is no safeword and no certainty that I will come out earlier, no matter how long you want it.

2.  I need to know about your sex life whether I want to or not, even if it's a lie.

3.  Every week there is a session that you can freely arrange of at least one hour at 100 euros each. If I don't make this appointment in one week, I have to make up for it.
4.  So that there is a compulsion to appear and pay, every time I don't pay a key is flushed down the toilet, so that I only have 3 chances and otherwise never get out of the KG again.

5.  If you are inclined to cuckolding etc., everything is permissible, from whore training to filming (face unrecognizable). Recording other people's sperm is legitimate.

I read a whole series of such rules and started to touch his leg with the tip of my shoe. I couldn't help but smile as this guy really wanted to go far. He had already been kept chaste by an online lady once, it seemed, and here it was just under 20 days. How far would I go? He wouldn't get out of here unless I wanted him to and I would at least get the money for the sessions every week.

"Go into the bedroom, undress completely and put the keys on top of your folded clothes!" I instructed him.

I indicated where he had to go and disappeared into the bathroom to pee myself. I took my time and read through the rules again. After peeing, I deliberately didn't clean myself, left the note in the kitchen and then went into the bedroom.

He was well built and stood in front of the bed looking down, totally intimidated. I came closer to him and saw that he was getting horny, but the KG was preventing him from building up. I guess his balls really hadn't been emptied since Friday. I briefly took his balls in my hand and then went to his pile of laundry on the chest of drawers. I picked up one of the three keys, examined him briefly and opened the drawer to put his money in it and take out the cuffs.

I told Paul to lie on his back on the bed and tied his feet and hands spread apart to the bedposts.

Then I took off my knickers from under my dress and stuffed them into his mouth. I took one of the keys again and opened his KG:

"Since I'm supposed to keep you chaste, you'll get a really hot orgasm from me today so that you'll know what you're missing next time. You'll regret it then that you didn't

would rather have normal sex with me!"

I lifted the KG and he stood like a one. While I took my foot out of the sandals and placed it on his nose so that he had to breathe in between my toes, I started to wank his cock with my hand. He immediately groaned and sucked greedily for air, inhaling the scent of my foot. I slipped off the other sandal and stroked his upper body with it while my hand continued. In between, I stroked his skin with my long red nails and continued to tease him.

I played the whole thing for 10 minutes and dragged it out with him.

"We have a whole hour, you don't want it to be over so quickly, do you?" I told him as I suddenly lay on top of him, took my knickers out of my mouth and my tongue disappeared down his throat. We kissed intensely and he started to fuck even though he wasn't inside me, but I rubbed myself against him and I have to say, he kissed really well and passionately. If he hadn't been tied up, I'm sure he could have seduced me really well. But he was just totally hot, but he would have to hold out until the end.

I put my lips to his ear and whispered as I inserted his penis into me. I was definitely wet now too.

"I want you to come inside me right away!"

He immediately started ramming me, but I went up and stuffed his knickers back in his mouth and put my hand on them, which only turned him on even more as he was really into hands.

"Not like that, you don't move, I do!" I admonished him and began to move him very slowly and

to ride him tenderly. I looked him in the face and kept my hand on his mouth, placing it so that he could breathe less.

"I want you to enjoy it. I'll keep you really hard and chaste. Your key will dangle from my bracelet and there will be no turning back when I lock you up. I will have sex with others and make sure that they all get their satisfaction, except you. You

will have to stay horny!"

That fired him up too much and so I got off him again. He groaned lustily and wanted me to continue, but I turned and sat on his face. I totally slimed his face and then lay down in the 69 with my knickers still gagging his mouth so he had to smell my pussy and juice. I kept doing it to him with my hand and rubbed my clit against his mouth, right in front of his nose. He moaned so lustfully and I kept slowing down when I realized he was about to come. Of course, that didn't stop me from getting hornier and moaning too. Situations like that turned me on and he always tensed his muscles when I stopped, which was nice to see. I sat up and all over his face. I played with my clit for about 20 seconds until he was gasping for air. I glanced at the clock and leaned over to the drawer. Without him being able to see, I took out everything I had prepared and placed it between his legs.

Then I sat down firmly on his face again and felt his nose on my pool hole.

I then bent down again and took his penis in my mouth, blew him very slowly and tenderly, played with his glans with my tongue and drove him crazy. I had already positioned my feet so that I pressed his head firmly into my crotch and he only moaned muffled into my pussy.

Whenever he moaned "I'm coming" into my crotch, which was of course very indistinct due to the panties in his mouth, I stopped blowing. After a few minutes he was literally begging me to let him come, because I must have had him about 10 times just before orgasm. His penis was extremely hard and really close to it.

I did it a further eleventh time then went away completely with my mouth and suddenly I took the bag of frozen peas and placed it firmly around his cock. He cried out in shock underneath me, but I was able to suppress it slightly by pushing my pelvis backwards into his face.

It was true what I had read on the internet, because his tail shrank in an instant and I mercilessly packed him back into the cage while he wriggled. This time, however, I locked it with my own lock, which, according to the manufacturer's instructions, could not be opened with any commercially available flex. I took one of the three small silver keys in my hand as I clicked and got off his face. He took a quick breath and wanted to say "please don't start", but my knickers prevented me from doing anything else. I climbed back onto his face the other way round and sat down so that his nose was right next to my crack.

He kept wriggling and wanted to beg. I just laughed down at him and started holding my wrist with two of my bracelets just above his eyes. With the other hand, I held the key to it and slowly began to attach it to the bracelet. He groaned.

"You didn't seriously think I'd let you cum. You're my chastity and I won't let you orgasm under me. Because it makes you horny, the key is now on my bracelet and every time I wank a cock it will rattle along nicely while you stew. You are my toy now and my satisfaction is important."

I finished and took the knickers out of his mouth. He wanted to beg off but I pressed my cleft and my clitoris firmly onto his mouth and pushed it open really hard.

"And now lick me properly, otherwise I'll flush all three keys down the toilet!"

Immediately I felt his tongue and saw the lust and frustration in his eyes that I had locked him up again. I kept my hand on his forehead, so that the key would be in his mouth when he licked it.

dangling directly above my eyes. I let my gaze go to the wall and ignored him down there. I let him try it with his tongue for the first few minutes until he intuitively found out how I liked it.

I don't want to say he was really good, but he seemed to learn quickly and a short time later I was already rubbing myself against him and starting to moan. I leaked more and more and tilted my hips a little so that he could only get between my crack with his tongue and began to stroke, rub and pamper my clitoris with his free hand. I always went so deep with my fingers that I covered his nose. He loved it but was caught up in his lust and in the KG.

I moaned louder and he actually managed it in quite a good time. I stepped it up, gripped his hair tighter, pressed my hips onto him and then I came and not even that badly. I forgot about him underneath me for a moment and enjoyed my orgasm to the full. I noticed how it ran into his mouth, but I didn't care because I came for quite a long time. Reality brought me back shortly afterwards and my tense body gave way a little. I let go of his hair but kept my head back.

It wasn't much but I squeezed a little pee out of me, straight down his throat, which he hadn't expected and coughed.

"Swallow and then lick it clean!" I ordered, smiling at the ceiling.

I left my wrist in his face and squeezed out another sip, which he swallowed well. He then cleaned and sucked my pussy extensively until I stood up. When I stood up, I indicated to him that he had to be quiet.

I released his handcuff, took the other two silver keys for his KG in my hand and ran out of the room.

"I'm going to have a smoke in the kitchen now. You'll get dressed again, you can freshen up in the bathroom and then go. I'll be in touch with you! And there's no discussion now!" Just as I was finishing my cigarette in the kitchen, I heard the door open and had to

Grin....

Part 2

Less than an hour later I received a message from him on my cell phone and he was begging, wanting to get out again and moaning about how horny he was. I denied it and ignored him for the day.

The next morning I got up, washed up and saw his messages on my cell phone. I sat down on the toilet, held the bracelet with his key between my legs and snapped myself while I was pissing so that he could see both.

He was sent the picture without comment and another of my hands and the bracelet when I was at work. I ignored all his begging and to be honest, I didn't really care how he felt. He had probably had a wank yesterday before he came to me and after a day it couldn't be that bad. Towards the evening he continued to beg me and I blocked him everywhere, but wrote to him briefly beforehand:

"I will now block you for the next few days. Your locked-up cock is mine now and I'm not going to free you. You'll stay horny and when your balls burst. I'll get back to you the day I feel like it. I'm getting ready for a customer now, because we're about to have sex and I want him to leave satisfied ;-)"

I turned it off and, unsurprisingly, I didn't contact him again until Friday because I had barely thought about the whole thing. I didn't really notice the key on my bracelet and the week flew by for me. I served two guests and had another appointment for late Friday evening. When I came home from work late on Friday afternoon, I remembered the key and Paul. I had to smile when I thought about what he had gotten himself into with me.

Since I knew what the customer would be like in the evening, I unblocked Paul and wrote to him:

"Hello Paul, I hope you've learned to only tell me how you are when I ask. Tomorrow it's time for your session and I'm not a monster. I'll give you the chance to earn your reward. I'll put the key under the doormat and you'll be at my place on time tomorrow at 8 a.m. You'll come in quietly, undress completely and sneak into my bedroom. You will caress me awake and give yourself to me completely the way I want you to, no whining, no begging. You will obey me and be there for my wishes. If you don't, a key will disappear in the toilet and I will send you home without reward!"

The answer was not long in coming. He confirmed everything and I knew exactly how he had to control himself not to whine or beg. I went about my business and kept sending him pictures, sometimes of my body, e.g. my painted feet, sometimes my hands and when it got later I sent him my outfit. He complimented me a lot and I really liked it, even though I knew he was only controlling me from below.

Me: Are you horny yet, are your balls well filled?

He: Yes, very much so. Our meeting and making it hot makes it much more intense than usual.

Me: Good, you won't be coming out today either. I'm about to receive someone and while you stew, you can think about how we roll around in my bed, how I let him fuck me in all my holes and how he can cum deep inside me. Your key will rattle on my wrist and remind me how hot you are and what I take from you.

I sent him another picture of me lying provocatively in my bed.

"You definitely make me feel good. It's nice when I know you don't have something really nice because of me and at the same time I'm giving it to someone else. A few others have had it with me this week, but not you. Haha.

Think of me tonight and be good ;-)"

As discussed, my guest arrived very punctually and we fucked for a long time in my bed. He was very rough and hard but that was just his preference. There was no kissing, as I rarely do that with customers and only if I like them a lot, and not much tenderness either. He just hammered me and at some point he came. Since I have known him for years and also know that he is healthy, he was one of the few who could fuck me without a rubber and so he injected a good load into my pussy. Lying down, I put my panties back on and lit a cigarette while he was getting dressed. It was always like that with him and when he was gone and I had the fag on, I simply turned out the light. Normally I would have gone for a shower after such a sweaty appointment, but Paul's fantasy was a soapy pussy and I was able to take perfect advantage of my laziness that evening. I fell asleep in no time and only woke up again when gentle hands stroked my back in the early morning.

I didn't really realize it at first, but then it came back to me. He stroked my arms and legs and I slowly turned towards him, opened my eyes and looked into his face. I took my hand and brought his face to mine. We kissed, and very intimately. Oh God, how I loved such passionate kisses. I greedily played with his tongue, sucked on his lips, snuggled up to him and we both moaned. At first, the blanket was still between us and I felt something hard in his lap and when I moved the blanket aside and we snuggled even closer together, I felt his KG. I had to grin as we kissed and started to massage his balls, which only got him going even more. I moaned louder and louder and my crotch got wet, because kisses like that just made me hot. I stopped massaging his balls and we continued kissing for a long time. At some point, I really wanted it for myself.

"Kneel in front of the bed, I want your tongue now. Lick me properly!" I moaned into his ear

and he did. I could briefly see his cock trying to straighten up in the KG but not being able to. His balls were also a lot thicker than last week.

He knelt there and I moved down, took off my panties from last night and both he and I saw how soapy they were when I took them off. But I didn't give him any time, I immediately lay down with my legs wide apart right in front of his face, clasped his body with my thighs and pressed him into my crotch, where he immediately started to lick. He moaned again this time but he probably didn't like it so much. One look down told me that it wasn't so pleasant.

Satisfied with the feeling of his tender tongue licking my crotch, I put my head back down and enjoyed it. I let him lick for over half an hour until he was allowed to lick my clitoris and then drive me to orgasm in no time at all. When I was finished, he moaned again and again and licked me clean extensively. He was so incredibly horny and I laughed again. I only noticed when I stood up that I had my hands in front of his face the whole time and that he probably always had the key in front of his eyes when he was licking me. I knew that would probably make him even wilder, he had told me that in advance.

I gestured for him to lie on his back, which he duly did.

"Open your mouth wide and listen to my instructions and look deep into my eyes."

So I sat down on his mouth, directly with my crack on it. I didn't wait long but just looked him in the eye and let my piss run into his mouth. I stopped again shortly afterwards and saw how he grimaced and reluctantly swallowed it. It was my morning urine and I already knew from the smell that it wasn't the most pleasant.

I let it go again and stopped. I played this game over and over again in a skillful rhythm so that he could swallow and constantly look me in the eye.

I didn't say a word to him and he felt much more humiliated than any words I could have said. I pissed in him for a really long time and saw how he was clearly struggling, which didn't stop me from relieving myself to the end.

When I had finished and stood up, I put my foot on his face again and stroked myself, stretching and stretching a little. I could see from his KG that he was totally aroused and quickly moved him onto my bed, where he was secured again. I was skillful at what I did and he was hard in no time. Without many words, I sat on his stomach in the lapel and opened his cage. As soon as it clicked as I turned the key he groaned again. I let go and picked up my knickers, the soaked ones I had worn overnight. After a quick inspection, I saw how the mixed love juices had dried up and left heavy marks.

"Open your mouth!" I ordered. He did so and looked at me fearfully.

Then I pushed it into his mouth so that the heavy traces of use lay directly on his tongue. I then dug a gag out of my drawer and slid it behind him, positioning it firmly behind his head. He looked so pitiful out of the non-existent laundry and I imagined it to be really very uncomfortable for him. But that didn't matter, we had a deal that I wanted to use to my advantage.

Then I removed the KG from your cock, whereby the main part had to be removed very slowly and carefully, as his penis was building up more and more. He moaned to himself and I turned to him again briefly while I stood up:

"You won't make a sound. You're not coming today! And I advise you to be quiet or you'll know where a key ends up! I'm not warning you anymore!"

I went into the bathroom and got some cleaning cloths and soaked the KG parts in warm soapy water. On the way back I sat down with him and wanked his cock, took a short break and then cleaned him with the wipes. Then I carried on wanking. I saw how he tensed up and struggled but gave up at some point and then moaned.

"I won't let you come, you'll come back to the KG. Unsatisfied and

locked up, I will let you go." He shook his head wildly because he knew he shouldn't say anything.

I continued to wank him until he was almost at the point of orgasm. Then I stopped and went into the shower without saying a word. I took my time and it felt really good. It's not that often that I'm brought to orgasm by the customer, but this was different and that had its own appeal. I came back into the room naked and dried myself off under his eyes. It was almost as if he was about to start crying and instead of tears, his cum was flowing out of his eyes.

Then I went to my wardrobe, grabbed my clothes and got dressed. When I had my outfit on, I sat down with him again.

I immediately grabbed his hard cock and rubbed it hard until just before orgasm.

"I'm going to get some bread rolls and do a bit of shopping for breakfast. In the meantime you can cum as much as you like. Then it's back to the KG!"

He grumbled quietly but remained calm, even though he shook his head and hit his pillow. He couldn't possibly touch himself, so I ran out of the bedroom, closed the door and switched on the coffee machine in the kitchen.

I got dressed and ran out of the house. The bakery was just around the corner in a side street and I picked up some bread rolls. I came back about 20 minutes later because I had met a neighbor and was chatting with her. I put the rolls down in the kitchen and went straight back into the bedroom. I grabbed the KG and he started to moan loudly. The KG landed in pieces between his legs. He wriggled and I had my hands on his hard cock again. I laughed at him. He looked so scared and horny.

Then I wixxed off again.

"I'd like to know what it feels like to be turned on so hot and at the same time be told that you have to stay that hot. Oh no, I don't really care. That's your problem."

Zack I had put the frozen peas around his dick again and enjoyed his wriggling.

He begged so much through the gag but when it only halfway fitted, I put his KG back on and pressed it down on his cock, which was already getting hard again. I took my time with the little lock.

"You'll be locked up for at least a week right now until I see you again when it clicks. Maybe next week you'll earn your fulfillment, we'll see."

I pressed the lock shut and watched as his head fell into the pillow in disappointment.

"I'm going to untie you now. You will lie there as you are until I have left the room, then you will get dressed and go out quietly. If you don't, I will immediately flush your keys down the toilet!"

I started with that and he did as ordered.

While I was sitting in the kitchen again grinning and eating breakfast, I heard him leave the apartment. I looked at my calendar and I had 3 customers for this Saturday with whom there would be plenty of sex and cum. I laughed briefly and then ate in peace...

Part 3

That Saturday, I somehow really had him on my graduation list. I don't know why, but I wrote him more messages than I ever had before. I was constantly hitting on him, sending pictures of myself, my outfits, the bracelet, telling him about the customers, even sending a picture of a customer's penis after I'd jerked him off and he'd cum in my hand and on my bracelet. I hadn't planned it either, but I informed him of all the details. Every sex session was described in detail and I went on and on about his locked penis. Like his key on my wrist

was dangling. I wrote him sentences like this:

"It's a sublime feeling to be fucked, to feel a guy cumming inside you and to have your key on your wrist, knowing that you can't because of me"

"Now your tongue would be an advantage, you could lick me out properly now, sperm everywhere"

"I need to piss so badly and your mouth is missing now. I should actually use you all day."

"To be honest, I'm toying with the idea of keeping you permanently chaste and you can't get out of it. I mean, it would be cool if I had a lick servant who only cares about me and is constantly on the verge of bursting."

"It just occurred to me that I could train you to be a blowjob whore. Then you can suck for me while I pamper the pleasurable part of the customer. I think I'll offer you like that for half the price of me haha"

I did this for fun in the evening in the portal where he had written to me. I wrote that I was now holding a capable slave who would suck extensively while I distracted the master and for half the price.

He was of course totally indignant and I took it to the extreme.

"YOU have no say here. You're my property and I guarantee you'll soon be sucking cock for me. I don't care what you want. First you have to earn that I get you out of the KG again!"

He begged so sweetly and I knew exactly that it turned him on but also got him down. Everyone has certain BI fantasies and he had them too, but he certainly didn't want to suck a real cock.

In the evening I received a guest who I was able to persuade to let me record our moans while I rode him as a memo. He didn't mind and so I sent the orgasmic moans as I asked him to cum deep inside me by voice message and ordered him to listen to them several times.

He begged so eerily, and even by email, that he hadn't imagined it would be so hard and that I was making him so terribly hot that it would be too hard and all sorts of things like that. I went to bed that night without replying and read the email again the next morning.

I had to smile again at the thought of how he must have felt. I had also made him really horny, but then I also thought about the whole thing in a kind of gleeful way and, regardless of our deal, I somehow found pleasure in it.

Over the whole of the following week, it was literally just a hail of pictures and sayings from me. Sometimes I let him call me in the middle of the night and he would listen to me talk about sex, how I had phone sex with him and told him hot stories in which he would become my total object of lust without finding any satisfaction himself. I told him things I would do to him if I had him with me without any defense.

Oh yes, I had fun with it and it was only fair of me to take it so hard in return for him investing a fair amount of money in me.

I had also thought about giving him free sessions, or rather how I could use him for myself. So I had him come to me on Thursday, more or less ordered him to. He came over with the tribute and thought we were going to have a session, but instead it turned into a really hot evening of licking. While I lay on the sofa with my legs apart and handcuffed him on his back between my thighs, I watched a movie on TV and enjoyed his tongue throughout the whole movie. About halfway through the movie, I sat down on his face and let him lick me to orgasm.

It was just a great feeling that he was really only there to look after me the way I wanted him to. I didn't have to worry about what he wanted and was able to concentrate entirely on myself.

He had got the hang of it as far as I really liked it and had quickly learned my spots. As he was naked, I could also see his cock trying to get hard in the KG, but I only acknowledged this with a smile. Apart from that, I almost completely ignored his presence and continued to indulge myself. My pool hole was also due afterwards, although I had to say that I had been out all day and hadn't washed before the meeting.

To be honest, I hadn't thought about it, nor did I realize it when he circled his tongue around my asshole. But it got later and when the movie was over, I sat down on his mouth again. I let him swallow almost the entire contents of my bladder and I directed it so that his mouth was really full at the end.

"You're not going to swallow the last of it now, but really savor it."

He looked at me again with fearful eyes and let me lead him into the bedroom. I placed his chin on the side of the mattress and made him kneel like that.

"You won't swallow any more!" He found the taste anything but good and I had to grin again when I unpacked my vibrator from a drawer behind him. Naked as I was, I walked around the bed and crawled seductively towards him. Directly in front of him, I almost knelt over him and started to do myself with the vibrator, right in front of and above his eyes.

He moaned with my urine in his mouth, but that didn't stop me from continuing and stopping again and again before my orgasm. I even changed positions twice so that I lay next to him for a long time and didn't even notice him when I came so hard. I came to rest for a few moments and then held my bracelets in front of his nose.

"You can swallow now and when I have the handcuffs off, you can go home. You can keep the tribute. You'll get the explanation in writing!"

But it wasn't until the next morning that I wrote to him:

"I will probably keep you locked up and chaste a lot longer than agreed. I like your licking services and I want to savor that for the time being and if you have to serve it, that's fine with me. I will continue to have one session a week with you and perhaps order you to come to me 2-3 times a week for my satisfaction. If you don't obey, you can imagine what will happen to the keys. I want you to count my orgasms from now on, because you'll be there more often now. I have to say I enjoy using you like this. Well shit what? By the way, tomorrow you'll be with me at 8 a.m. and you'll go straight under my comforter naked. You'll kiss my feet, my legs and gently lick me awake. If it's not your turn then you'll lick my ass! The key is under the mat like last time."

I left him in the dark until the next day as to what would happen next. A nice coincidence played into my hands that day and it turned out to be very nasty for him.

A good friend of mine who also had the same "hobby" as me announced her arrival for coffee and warned me in advance that she had a special request for me. We had often done favors for each other in the past, whether it was swapping clothes or something similar. We had also known each other for over 30 years.

She came to me and as we were drinking I asked her what she wanted and that's when I had the idea.

"I know it's very spontaneous, but I have 6 customers tomorrow and I can't do it at home"

I smiled briefly and made my plans straight away. We talked everything through and I asked her for a small favor in return, which she of course agreed to immediately. So I agreed with

She agreed to move my appointment back so that I could wake up with Paul the way I wanted to and tease him a little. My day would then take place at least 7 hours away from my own apartment. At first I thought about spending the time with Paul, but then abandoned the idea.

Of course, I also told her about Paul and what I did with him and she found it more than amusing. But that doesn't really matter what else went on in the conversation.

In the evening, I enjoyed a movie in front of the TV and relaxed while I planned what I would do the next day. I also drank a large amount of multivitamin juice, which strangely always made my urine smell a little stronger. I didn't go to the toilet before going to bed and fell asleep very quickly.

I woke up in the morning when I heard his footsteps. I played the sleeping girl and turned onto my stomach, the blanket still over my body. I felt his kisses on my feet, his excited breathing. I closed my eyes and lay motionless. He kissed his way up my thighs and then reached my bottom. I lay in such a way that he had to spread my cheeks a little to even reach my pool hole. He kissed his way closer and closer and was really careful, almost too careful. It was enough for me and I didn't feel like licking his ass anyway. I spread my legs wide enough.

"Lick pussy!" I just said and he pressed his head against me from below. It must have been totally uncomfortable for him to press his head against me like that, but his tongue penetrated me and it felt really good. He penetrated me a little, went up and down with his tongue and his nose was probably right in my butt crease, apparently right by my hole too, I don't know. I kept my eyes closed and enjoyed it, listening to him moan more and more, whether it was from exertion or lust, I didn't care. I started to tilt my hips back and forth, which made his tongue go deeper into me and his nose pressed against my back entrance. He got a lot less air that way. Especially as he was still lying under the blanket.

As well as being only moderately aroused, I felt that I had to pee so slowly and my bowel movement wouldn't be long in coming either. I briefly considered whether I should tie him up again and do both directly in his mouth, but I remembered the previous conversation. He had hardly any experience with caviar and I didn't fancy him throwing up here. But my movement probably loosened my bowels and I farted a few times directly into his nose without paying attention, which he acknowledged with a groan. I knew he liked that, but he had his problems with it.

I went on like this for quite a while until my bladder spoke up and I no longer wanted to resist the urge.

I laid Paul on his back on the floor and sat on his open mouth. Again I let my piss run into his mouth and let him swallow it all. I looked down at him from above and saw how deep yellow it was. Unfortunately, I had to go very urgently and a lot, so I didn't let him hold it for long. But I could see the disgust on his face. This time it was very strong. While he had to swallow my piss, I made him even more so. I let my bracelets dangle above his field of vision and spoke to him:

"You've come down really well, haven't you? You're unsatisfied, you have to look after me and then you drink my morning piss. I think we'll keep that up. Now that you're allowed to put your tongue between my legs so often, I'll always collect piss for you. After every meeting when you've got it for me, you'll drink the bottles of my piss on your knees in front of me."

He also looked at me with fear and disgust, both at the idea and at the fact that I kept filling his mouth with my very strong-smelling urine after every swallow.

It took a long time for him to finish and then I led him into the hallway and covered up his

He was blindfolded so that he couldn't see, then handcuffed to the radiator and I prepared everything in the bedroom, but above all I did it quietly so that he wouldn't suspect anything.

But I had to keep blowing my top and so I thought of another thing, a nasty joke I could have with him that he wouldn't like at all, at least only in his imagination if he could wank to it.

I untied him, but blindfolded him even better than before. I led him into the living room and moved him around a bit before leading him into the bedroom. He didn't know my apartment, so I was guaranteed to confuse him.

In the bedroom, I then helped him to climb over an unknown object. To explain. I have a relatively low wooden bed with two beams that held the slatted frame. All around it was solid wood. I had taken out the bedding, mattress and slatted frame and put it right into the bed base. There were also a few eyelets screwed in, as I once had a guest who wanted to spend the night tied up under me in my bed base. Without him even having a clue and touching anything around him, I got him into a lying position. The prepared cords were quickly attached to his feet with cuffs and his legs spread wide apart. They were attached to the eyelets at the bottom and on the beam, or rather on the headboard side, because he was lying the other way around.

Then I took his arms and spread them out to tie them to the eyelets and the bar at the foot end. Then he was completely tight and banged again in the air with lust in the KG.

"Now close your eyes tightly. I'll take the blindfold off, but you mustn't see your surprise yet. You'll be happy, so please trust me!"

He did so and I took off his eye mask. Standing over him, he was given a rubber mask that was specially designed to make his eyes 100% opaque. There were also useful eyelets which I used to hold his head firmly in position. He could hardly move now and couldn't move his head anyway. It made a funny picture. Then it was time for my fun. Naked as I still was, I opened his KG and heard him groan as I sat down on his chest. Then there was a soft, flat pillow under his head.

"Open your mouth wide now, your tongue stays inside!"

He did and his towering prick pulsated with lust.

I positioned my feet next to his head and squatted down, then put my knees on the floor and sat down with a lot of weight with my asshole on his mouth. I leaned back a little and pressed even harder on his jaw.

"Can you still close your mouth?" I asked, looking at his hard stick.

I could feel him trying, but in my opinion I was sitting on him really well and firmly enough. I could feel his breath on my butt.

It was pressing in my stomach and I didn't want to hold on much longer, otherwise it would hurt at some point, and another fart was on the horizon.

"Here's a deal for you. I'll suck you off in a minute and you can cum in my mouth. But the condition is that you keep a hard one the whole time until I've finished shitting. I'm going to relieve myself in your mouth now, otherwise you won't be much use without a cock."

He immediately tried to fidget and say something. It was definitely dismissive and pleading.

"Don't worry, you don't have to chew it. As hard as you are, I'll shit it straight down your throat. You just have to make sure your willy stays hard. Otherwise you won't have an orgasm. My

Either way, you're going to eat shit!"

Then I farted hard down his throat and he probably coughed a little. I grinned and held back anything else that would have slipped into his mouth without any problems. He could do absolutely nothing and I was able to fill him up completely. On more than one occasion I had shat all over customers and pushed huge piles down their throats. I was relatively cold-hearted in that respect.

He continued to shout and literally roared into my asshole, which was sitting firmly on his mouth. I moaned a little as if I was pushing.

"So here it comes"

He panicked under me. I cringed and asked him.

"What do you mean, you don't want to?"

He confirmed this, still panicked.

"So then you don't want to eat shit and you're not getting any redemption today?"

He confirmed again and looked as if he had turned something terrible away from himself.

"Okay...." I let some time pass.

"Then there's no orgasm for you, but you still have to eat it!"

I loosened up a little and felt my sphincter muscle tighten in his mouth. He completely freaked out down there when I also farted.

It was just stupid for him that he couldn't move an inch under me.

"Oh man, this is going to cost you dearly. I'll make you a suggestion. You push your tongue deep into my asshole, I don't care what you come up against. You push it in as deep as I want it and I'll leave it that way. I'll set the cell phone alarm for 5 minutes.

So if your tongue leaves its position even once during this time, I'll start pushing hard and only stop when I'm finished and you're choking me. But if you wait until I give the order to pull your tongue back in, you'll only get the gag in and I'll go to the normal toilet! So let's go!"

After a short bump, I felt his tongue slowly dip into my asshole.

"Deeper!" He pushed further and I knew he was about to touch my shit.

For reasons of comfort, I sat down on his mouth a little differently and even more firmly for him, and he penetrated deeper on his own.

Then he must have hit it right in with the tip of his tongue, because I heard a choking cough underneath me. I could see that the latte was getting a little softer.

"You stay like that now. The alarm is going off now! And don't you dare!"

I didn't set an alarm, but opened my Messenger and wished my friend a good morning. Let's call her Brigitte.

Paul kept moaning underneath me and in between a strangled, tight cough. It was also interesting for me to hold on like this and still endure it. With the money he left with me, I could let him get through it. After about three minutes, I saw that Brigitte had read it and wrote good morning to me too. She added that she wanted to call me briefly.

Even if it wasn't true, I grumbled at my slave underneath me:

"You're pushing your tongue in harder now, come on!"

He then pushed it out even further and was probably in agony. His willy had shrunk. I saw how cramped he was lying and probably just wanted to get out. But there was to be no end to it.

I wrote back to Brigitte: "Then call right now. A few moments later, the phone rang:

"Well shit, you'll have to go through that now. You're going to get your tongue out of my asshole and then push it in as deep as you can. If I pinch your nipple while you're on the phone, that means you have to push in harder. And don't let anyone hear you!"

I sensed him doing this and answered. I spoke loudly to Brigitte and hesitated to end the call

out. He kept gagging slightly under me and let his tongue slide down a little and then pushed it back into my asshole. I closed my eyes briefly because my girlfriend was talking so confused again and when I opened them again, I saw Paul's cock straighten up again, even though he kept gagging.

What a horny pig, I thought to myself.

The conversation was over and I deliberately didn't say goodbye out loud. I carried on talking a little fictitiously and pinched his nipple firmly. There was a brief sound of suppressed pain, then he pushed his tongue deep inside me again.

"Wait a minute Birgitt.... The tongue stays as deep as it can in me now!"

He squeezed hard and I talked and told him about my week and all sorts of things I could think of. His cock got really hard. I put the cell phone aside and took the gag in my hand.

I simply tried out the idea that had just popped into my head. Very slowly and carefully, while I was talking, I let go.

He coughed or gagged more often but I slowly loosened my poop sausage a little. I could literally feel it widening my sphincter and didn't hear a sound from below.

Then I had to suddenly and forcefully push out a fart that squeezed past the sausage and his tongue. He gagged and I squeezed even tighter. I immediately stood up, slammed the gag into his open mouth, fastened it quickly and ignored his brown smeared tongue. I ran straight to the bathroom and shat myself. That had been too close. Even though I had to smile again at what I had done to him. I almost shat in his mouth and I really did. If I had started once, I would have kept it up until the end. But I didn't want him to throw up in my mouth.

It took about 10 minutes until I felt really relieved and returned to him. I immediately started wanking his cock hard, then left him alone again and got something cold from the kitchen again. Again I almost brought him to orgasm, which of course took less than half a minute, then I shocked his cock and balls until I could put his cock in the KG. Laughing, I locked up and took his eye mask off again. He moaned a lot, of course, but I don't need to mention that here.

He also looked around in confusion and I left him alone again. I got dressed, put on my make-up and texted another friend of mine who I had arranged to meet for brunch. But then it was about time and Brigitte was already on her way.

So I ran into the bedroom and under his panicked gaze and the whining through the gag, I pushed the slatted frame back onto the bed, directly over his face. The tip of his nose was only a few centimeters below it. Then I took the mattress and put it on the bed too, but only so far that he could still look up at me.

I sat down provocatively with my tight jeans wide-legged over his face, propped myself up on my elbows and held my wrist with the two bracelets over his eyes.

"Well, I expect you to be absolutely quiet. You won't clear your throat, you won't answer, you won't moan and you won't do anything. From now on, if you hear someone in the room, it doesn't mean it's me! When it's time to let you out, I'll tell you, until then you won't be there!"

I got up and let him disappear under the mattress in shock. The bedding was quickly changed and roughly laid on the bed. For guests and also for Brigitte and her guests, of course, there was different bedding than for me. I then grabbed another pair of beautiful high black boots with block heels from my large wardrobe, put them on while I sat on the bed above his head, i.e. where his head was under the mattress, and left the bedroom.

I smiled briefly when I heard the doorbell ring and greeted Brigitte in the hallway, as I was getting ready to leave.

and only opened the door for her.

I got into my car and drove to brunch with my other friend. When we arrived at the restaurant of our choice and put the first portion on our plates, I glanced at my watch and laughed imperceptibly.

While we started eating, Brigitte probably had to be having sex with a client or at least be in my bedroom with him fumbling around or whatever it was they were doing. She was fully aware that I was keeping him chaste and locked up and also knew that I had him bound and gagged under the bed completely defenceless and was therefore thrilled that she would do anything over him.

I knew from my own experience that she would deliver a lot of verbal eroticism for her customers and so Paul would be able to see it under the bed and do nothing about it.

I literally lost track of time and after about 2 ½ hours we were completely full and stuffed. I didn't hear anything from Brigitte, so I assumed that everything was going according to plan and he wasn't moving.

After brunch, my girlfriend and I went to a nearby saltwater pool with a sauna and wellness area.

"I feel like a machine today. They're just fucking me like crazy and no one is even interested in looking after me. And it's going to go on like this. I won't do a marathon like this again ;-)"

She wrote this to me as we were going into the changing room. Before I locked my cell phone and my things in the locker, I answered her:

"You're welcome to use his tongue for your own fun afterwards. It's not supposed to be pleasant for him, so don't be mean to him."

Then we went to the wellness area and I completely switched off. We let ourselves be totally pampered for almost 4 hours and I relaxed more than just well.

Only when I was dressed again after this wellness activity did I look at my cell phone in the changing room and had mixed feelings about what I read. On the one hand, I wondered how cold-hearted I could be and on the other, I was even a little gleeful:

"So now everything here has come to an end. I once cleared the bed and, as you offered, used his tongue for my purposes grin but he didn't do it the way I wanted, so I punished him a little. He had to eat the contents of a few condoms and is now lying under me again and licking tenderly with his tongue."

About 10 minutes later, she had written something again:

"You said you'd let him drink your urine? I haven't been yet, as I was actually collecting for a customer. Can I use it here for that too?"

A few minutes later came the next message:

"Worked great.... for me, haha. He doesn't seem to like drinking so much. Told him he'd get a reward. I was thinking of taking his keys for a week or two at the end, at least that's what I told him. He wasn't too keen."

Another half hour later, the last message, and about 10 minutes before I started reading:

"A little info for you, I've packed everything up again and left it tidy. He now has all the remaining condoms in his mouth and the gag on because he didn't want me to be his keyholder. I think he's pretty fucked up. Haha. Thank you very much for providing the apartment, I'll make it up to you when I get the chance. Kiss Brigitte."

In a good mood and relaxed, but with a full bladder, I went past the loo and walked to the car with my girlfriend. We had a snack on the way and then I drove home. There I opened the bed he was lying in and he seemed really happy that I was there. I pulled

I stretched out seductively above him and saw how his friend again resisted the KG, but again lost out.

Then I removed the gag and took the condoms out of his mouth and stood over him again. I still had my thong on, slipped it down, gestured for him to open his mouth and sat on it with my cleft. I had my cell phone in one hand and was texting with a friend who had also texted me. In passing, I just gave the command:

"Swallow everything!"

Then I let go in batches and heard him struggling to swallow my urine. I was quite good at controlling how I let it go and so at some point I finished, stood up, pushed the gag into his mouth, even though he protested, and went to my closet, where I put on jogging bottoms and a T-shirt. Not much more would happen today and I wanted to have a quiet Saturday.

Deliberately ignoring him, I opened his KG, wanked him hard and then went into the living room to watch something on my laptop.

The cozy interlude at the laptop then turned into extensive research on the subject of panting, tease and denial and cuckolding.

After two hours I returned to him, let him lick me wet and then started to ride him. He moaned so much and I think he would have done anything just to come. He was damn hard, but that was because I always kept him on the edge, which luckily I did well. I stroked my body and lolled on top of him while he could only squint down and beg.

But at some point I was aroused enough myself and got off him. After a little cleanup underneath, I wrapped his dick back in the KG and released him from his restraints.

"You won't make a peep out of yourself!" I ordered him.

I gave him a while to freshen up in the bathroom, gave him water and something to eat in the living room. Unfortunately, I only had breakfast cereal in a hurry, but he devoured it like crazy.

As soon as he had finished eating, I put him between my thighs and let him lick me. But I kept delaying it. At some point he started moaning again but after a threat of punishment he was quiet and licked me eagerly until I came on his face.

Immediately after my orgasm I shooed him home because I wanted some peace and quiet and enjoyed the fag afterwards in complete silence when he was gone.

Less than two weeks in the KG and he was already so devastated...