Dr. Shackle and Mrs. Nine

Chapter 1

“No.” Paula slapped my dick and turned away. I snuggled up on her again.

“Come on Paula, just the tip.” My hands reached around her and to pull her closer. Paula stayed still for a moment, then relaxed. I reached for her boobs, she reached for my cock.

“That’s more like it,” I grinned until a hand, steeled by hours on a tennis court, squeezed my balls.

“Fuck!” I yelped.

“Are you listening?” She waited for me to nod and let go.

“Ralph, I do not want to get pregnant. Got it?” I nodded again and rolled on my back. Then I sighed. She turned to me and embraced me.

“Behave or get a rubber. Two more days, ok?”

“My, aren’t you moody today.” Paula ribbed me.

“I don’t want to stay on the pill,” she had announced some time ago. I couldn’t stand rubbers, she didn’t like to wank me, so it was pretty much teeny-snogging until her fertile days were over.

We lay on her bed, both horny, both frustrated, thoughts wandering.

“What if you don’t need it,” she suddenly said.

“Need what?” I asked.

“What if you’re not fertile? No little soldiers, no rubber.” I pointed to my hard on.

“Does that look a dud to you?”

“Not impotent, you git.” She giggled and stroke my shaft.

“Mhm, hard and eager. What a tease.” Paula very lightly and carefully encompassed my shaft just below where it was most sensitive. She loved to feel my cock. She loved to see it standing to attention when she lusted after it and how reliably it complied even when all she did was to inhale. Speaking of feminine magic.

“Seriously Paula, you don’t really think I’m not fertile.”

“No, but just think of it. Either I’m taking chemicals or you wrap your cock in a rubber. That’s because we assume that your sperm is working. But is it?” I didn’t know what to reply.

“Look Ralph. I’m into sex. Lots of it. Just like you. Checking your sperm might be an easy way to it.” I was blessed with a beautiful girlfriend that was as horny as me. What else was there than to agree.

The next day I called the NHS. As I didn’t have a condition, I was to turn up in person at my GP’s for a consultation. Furthermore, for a good sample, a cheerful telephone voice told me, I had to refrain from ejaculation for at least three days, better five. So I was set for an appointment in a fortnight.

After two days we both sent that plan to hell. Paula teased me to try Carezza, but that proved too much for me. Too much pent up energy coursing through my glands, too much silken wonderlands to explore. And Paula loved to see her charms render my strength weak, my rigidity yield and to feel my buttocks clench when I was in the final throws. Absolutely magic.

I knew beforehand three days of chastity is but impossible for a twenty-three year old one, but I didn’t anticipate what an aphrodisiac that turned out to be. In our bed, after doing our best to violate the “no-cumming-for-three-days” rule, Paula had an insight.

“A cage! You need a chastity-cage.”

“What?”

“Yes, we put your cock in a cock-cage and we’ll have the sample in no time.”

“No way,” I said.

“Oh come on, don’t be such a bore. You won’t be locked up for ever.”

“I bet I won’t. No fucking way,” I said testily.

“Why are you so selfish?” Paula demanded. “If we go on like this, we start over and over again. Ralph, this is for both of us.” Seemed right.

“I will get you a nice cock-cage and you’ll see the week will be over in a nic.” She crossed her arms as if this matter was settled. Now I got nervous.

“Paula, I don’t want to put my cock into a cage. It’s not natural.”

“So is a condom,” she retorted.

“Yes, but no. Being locked away with some metal. You wouldn’t like that, would you?” I regretted it when Paula let her crossed arms sink and sat up straight to face me. I knew I had lost. And I was drawn to her stiff nipples. I couldn’t help it. Paula had sensitive pink beauties, which begged to be cherished and caressed. I loved to oblige, but now, under her secret smile, her nipples were angrily red. It was a little threatening, I shied when she reached for me. I didn’t want to, but I yielded. Those beauties definitely cast a spell, a charm. She kissed me wetly. I tingled all over and my nipples hardened too. Ever so gently Paula twisted them; I sank to her.

“Darling, you love to see me bound. Don’t tell me it doesn’t turn you on to see me helpless whilst you scheme what to do with three holes and a pair of tits.” Paula paused, looked down onto my cock and smiled. Then she gracefully bent down to take me into her mouth.

I gave in totally, the corruption of her mouth I could not deny. Her lips comforted my doubts, told my cock not to worry, explained all would be fine, as she would take good care of it whilst encaged. Paula must have sensed my change of mind, because she smiled whilst blowing me. I exploded. There is nothing, absolutely nothing, like coming in a smiling mouth.

Fact is, we’ve experimented with bondage and cuffs and shackles and whatever. I did tie her up, but Paula hated being at my mercy, even if she came like a train. So far, I hadn’t been the bound one. So what, she stated. Imagine how you’ll come after a few days being caged, was her mantra.

The measurements turned out to be fun. Paula carefully wrapped the tape measure around my cock and scribbled down my dimensions. Erect length and relaxed size, stiff and soft girth, circumference of glans, size of scrotum – I had not known that there was so much to consider, but Paula seemed to.

“How long did you say has this been on your mind?” I asked. She grinned another Cheshire smile and frowned at something on the screen.

“I don’t want to damage your goods. Your little man isn’t exactly tiny. Standard models don’t fit I’m sure. Maybe a bespoke,” she pondered. Drained and relaxed I didn’t care.

“Whatever,” I said. Paula let the tablet go and adorned my cock with the tape.

Paula was positively excited when we went out for an adult shop. Out in Soho (where else?) we found

“Serious Delights”

Black calligraphy on a red signboard over an entrance covered by a black suede curtain. It was almost iconic, how red light emanated from its rim. Through the curtain we entered into the confines of a cellar in which London’s constant drone was cushioned by dark erotic music. Shiny chains and cuffs, whips, barely visible against the darkness, snaked on the wall.

In the centre, on a black pedestal, a shiny white corset throned over a black phallus caught in chrome. I was instantly nervous, Paula’s eyes sparkled.

“May I be of assistance?” a voice startled me from behind.

“I’m looking for a chastity device.” Paula stated.

“I see,” the salesman said eying first Paula, than me.

“And will this young gentlemen be the beneficiary?”

“Why yes,” said Paula.

“This way, please.” He said with an implied bow. Wicked!

The lights in the dark corner lit up on their own. A wooden cabinet, rather regular, like the merchandise in a shop on Saville row, but for the fact that it contained cock-cages.

“May I ask, whether the purpose of your acquisition is for the playful occasion or rather a correctional one?”

“I want to reign him in for a little,” she said. He opened the doors of another cabinet.

“Paula,” I whispered, “reign me in? What are you talking about?”

“That’s but parlance. Trust me,” she whispered conspiratorially and patted my hand as she went over to the salesman. She declined politely to be seated and, ever the lady, waited for the goods to be presented.

“These locking items are for the novice as well as the aficionado of strict discipline,” the salesman offered.

“May I?” asked Paula.

“Of course ma’am” he answered. Paula picked one. A clear plastic tube fashioned with a padlock. At the tube’s narrower end, right where the cock’s tip was to emerge, a thin rod was attached. The rod bent inwards, into the tube, and ran back to its broader end, where the cock was to be put in. Paula put a gloved index finger on the rod end.

“What is this for?” She demanded.

“To be used on unruly characters ma’am. If one does not settle with the insubordinate’s chastity, but wish to render any erections impossible, this will do the trick.” He produced a leather belt from ta drawer. Like a thong, it had a crotch belt running across. On it, a bit off centre and ideally placed for penetration, sat a metallic phallus.

“After inserting the probe, it is set in place with this belt. Its combined efficacy is unsurpassed, if I may say so.” Paula studied the cock-skewer silently.

“A rather strict instrument ma’am,” he added.

“Impressive,” she said and put it back. I exhaled. The exchange had left me unsettled, but not so Paula. She was at ease with the salesman treating her like royalty whilst discussing tools of torture as if I wasn’t present.

“If you’d be so kind,” he pointed to the display, “to show me one that is to your liking?”

“I want steel,” said Paula, “I want the model from the pedestal.”

“Very good, ma’am. A traditional material then,” he said approvingly. Paula handed him the paper with my measurements. He studied it briefly and went away.

“Here we go.” He presented to Paula the one that looked like an alien ribcage. A spine ran from base to tip. Left and right from it, rib like bones, went around to meet their counterpart. Kink for aliens, though flashy. Paula hands formed a bowl in which the cage rested, holding the cage like one holds a puppy.

“Will it be safe?” she asked. She actually smiled.

“By all means,” he assured her and produced the small manacles going with the cage. One half hinged around the penile base, the other looped around the scrotum. The cock-cage did attach by clasp to it. Escape is impossible, and only the keyholder is in a position to set free either member or testes, he explained. Paula nodded.

“Well, I want a try on.”

“Certainly, ma’am. Over there is the changing cubicle,” he accepted the cage from Paula like a gem and handed it to me. Here we go, I wondered.

In the cubicle I fiddled with the clasp, but couldn’t get it closed. What an intricate manacle. When I held the cage, I couldn’t put on the shackle. My cock got in the way and I couldn’t close it. The curtain opened and Paula peeked in.

“Does it fit?”

“It’s fiddly.”

“Hold your willy. I’ll put it on.” Paula fetched the cage from me and I held my cock up. She placed the manacles around my cock and my scrotum, shifted my balls a bit around in the loop and pulled my cock through the other one until is was flush with my tummy. With her other hand she slid the cage over my cock. Paula waited for a second and I inhaled, she squeezed the shackle close. It clicked, she squeezed a bit more, it clicked again.

“Enough, that’s enough Paula.” She let go. I was locked up.

“My, if that’s not hot,” Paula murmured. I looked into the mirror. Steel and muscle was on display with a virile bulge reigned in by ribbed iron. The lower shackle pushed my balls forward a bit, as if on display. It looked hot.

Paula gently cupped my balls and stroked the cock cage along its spine. I hardly felt a thing, but tit was a sight to behold. My cock grew, my blood pulsed and my flesh struggled against iron. The steel ribs sank in, into my engorging, red cock and into my flesh. I groaned, the shackles pulled painfully.

“I didn’t expect it to be so, so…” Paula was transfixed. Suddenly she pulled at the cage.

“Ouch! Fuck Paula, what was that for?” The manacle had yanked up my balls. It burnt as if torn off, almost. I cupped both my balls.

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” she whispered and put a hand onto my hands.

“I just wanted to see, if you can get out of it.”

“No, it sits tight. I hurt,” I added and tried to shift my balls. The crooked loop, the shackles on my balls, did not budge.

“Best to get used to it. I’ll pay,” said Paula. Whilst I pulled up my trousers I heard them.

“I trust everything is to your satisfaction?”

“I take it,” said Paula.

Out on the street, I was uneasy. I didn’t know how to walk, I was afraid that people passing by might see what I was wearing. Maybe they’d notice my cagy footing, notice the bulge in my pants. Certainly, they’d see Paula eying it every minute.

At every step I took, I felt it’s tug on my balls that pushed my cock deeper in. I was trapped like a prisoner with an ankle bracelet. The key of my solitary cell was but a few steps ahead of me which had a new spring. Her step had a determination to which I couldn’t keep up. A gait full of self-assurance, bestowed upon her by the key. I tried to follow, even though the cage came in the way every time I moved a foot.

In the back of the taxi we remained silent. Paula didn’t seem inclined to small talk and I was intimidated, my balls hurt a little.

Back home Paula came in but neither sat down nor took her coat off. The spell of the cellar hadn’t been broken yet.

“Ralph,” she said calmly.

“Yes?”

“I did like that. Very much indeed. In the shop, I mean.”

“Well, it’s his business to treat customers respectfully,” I answered.

“No, you don’t get it. It was more than mere respect. This is a man’s world and it is the man who has the means for goods and women. It is his rule.” She took a deep, excited breath.

“Not this time, not in this cellar. I was given priority over you.That is what I want,” Paula finished. She opened her coat and let it slide to the floor. Was I supposed to pick it up?

Paula looked ravishing, really classy, wearing skirts with nylons and suspenders to heels. Ever the lady, she showed either decollete or legs, never both. But underneath, I knew, she was naked.

For I am a real woman then, Paula told me. Why, I thought. Because I’m accessible to anyone, but I won’t let anybody know it. That is so powerful.

Accessible and yet not. I marvelled at how her fundamentally different situation mirrored mine. I was off limits to anyone but Paula; just like she wanted.

My cock had retreated so much that it didn’t tug at my balls anymore and for lack of anything fitting to say I told Paula so. Her serious look dissolved into a smile and she gently touched my bulge.

“Lovely.” She picked up her coat.

“Now get your kit off.”

“My pleasure, my lady.” I opened my trousers.

“Show it, show it. I want to see it,” Paula exclaimed and clapped her hands like a little girl.

In the bed we fell onto each other like in an attack. Arms and legs entangled, mouths searched for places to kiss, hands roamed. Paula’s hands demanded my caged cock always. I had to plead.

“Wait, wait a bit. I hurt,” but Paula didn’t stop humping me. Her thighs were closed firmly around me, I was trapped in more then one sense. And a constant pain was in for me now. I needed to focus on something else, distract me from boobs, thighs, lips and any stimulation.

Paula noticed how I focused hard on softening. She stopped, lay down on me and held me until it didn’t hurt anymore. I began to caress her again, licked the crook of her arm. My hands found her boobs on their own. Full and round wonders of joy and beauty. Stop it, stop it before it hurts. This is not the moment to enjoy, focus on her joy I repeated silently.

My lips followed soft geodesics around their tips. I licked them gently and I blew little kisses onto her smooth skin. Paula moaned and squirmed and tried to get me sucking on them but I didn’t. No, not yet my dear. But Paula had different plans. and heaved herself up onto me to push me her tits in my face.

No way, I wondered and turned away. She fought unconvincingly, it was easy to turn her on her back and take hold of her hands. With a sigh Paula sank back. She started grounding her sex against my cock-cage. It got slick with her juices. I let her do a few gyrations, than I spread my thighs wide to spread hers. No grinding, no rubbing and certainly no humping my alien hump. I took her away the easy way out to an orgasm. I don’t come, you don’t come.

Paula started to fight me again, with her sex bouncing off my pelvis, her arms sinewy. She panted like possessed, nipples stiff, labia puffy, her face red. Not yet, my lovely. Did you expect me to let you off the hook so easy?

My tongue went out a wee bit to touch her nipple, once. She moaned and I drew a slow, wet circle around it. Paula began to tremble and I forgot my discomfort and her dastardly attack on me. I held her still and let her wriggle a little more. When she began to pant like in pain, pleading for relief, I parted my lips and ever so slightly touched her nipple. Her body went rigid, strung like a spring. Than I sucked it in. Paula screamed and I sucked, despite my hurting balls and Paulas convulsions, I sucked her nipple until she came. Regally that is.

We slept, we ate, I ate her out, we slept again, she ground her pussy on my thigh, on my cage on my face. I licked her again, we slept and she fucked me again. I gave her a quick lip service before she went to University, pushed my hips high for her to ride my alienated cock. When she returned I licked her for bedtime gently around her labia to take the edge off. I let her rub and shimmy around to her heart’s content. I did, I realized, accept to be a satisfier and had come to terms with sex now having a little pain in for me. Paula had no pity on me. The days were a craze.

When I got up to pee, Paula sent me off with a playful slap. My bum burnt, not from the slap, but from her stare on my bum the whole way to the bathroom. Which was an unfamiliar situation, as if preyed upon. On my return, her stare, glued to the bobbing of my encased cock, had become a feral.

“Pity, I took the integrated lock. A padlock might have jingled.” She sat up, crouched on her knees and pulled me closer by the cage. She rested it in her palm like one holds a kitten, stroking it with the other.

“Such a yummy cock.” Paula was lost in wonder. A little entranced, like the proverbial sex goddess with pouty lips and stiff nipples, going on with her ritual, she blew my caged cock a not so chaste kiss. I slid under the cover. Paula looked, comically so, frustrated, but I had to pause. My cock was still listening.

“Ralph?” she asked after joining me.

“Hmh?”

“Are you ok with how things are?” I shrugged.

“I’d love to have these “things” off.”

“I know, I know,” she said soothingly.

“No, you don’t. You don’t know what it’s like to be caged.”

“And horny,” she added unapologetically, “and willing, and cute.” Cute, my ass.

“I meant how you treat me now.” I didn’t get it.

“You treat me like a queen since you’re having it on.” Her hand reached again for my cock. I tried to swat it away, but her slender fingers sneaked between my legs and held my cage. Her hand was cool, but it didn’t help me to cool down.

“I like that. Very much indeed,” she emphasized and slid a silky leg over me. Impossible that she didn’t notice the effect on me.

“Paula, stop it.”

“Why?” I felt the dampness between her legs.

“Stop it.”

“Ok, ok,” Paula sneered. We lay still, side by side until she spoke again.

“I have to take better care of you. You know, like teasing you less. But you’re so incredibly cute, when you’re frustrated.”

“Don’t do it then. Like right now.” She smiled mischievously and rolled on top of me and kissed me sweetly.

“But it is positively hot that I get so much more out of it,” she said without the slightest remorse.

“My captivity turns you on? That is sick.” I tried to turn away, but Paula languidly closed her legs, trapping my balls. She rested her chin on her hands, checking my face. Do you remember the torture you put me through last night Ralph? Do you recall my plea, my begging for release? Her thighs hinted a squeeze, just a tiny payback, and I lay still; embarrassed and horny. Her thighs released me.