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Copyright Katt Ford 2022 Kindle Edition All characters in this story are over the age of eighteen Would you like to be notified when I publish new books? Go to my Author Page and click the big yellow Follow button: Author Page Want a free story? Sign up for my newsletter here! Read Parts 1-5 here The Dead Bedroom: Parts 6-10 Training A Domme Calling it a hard day doesn’t mean too much. Not when all your days are hard. Because lately, that was the reality. The chastity Alice locked onto my cock was steadily driving me insane. And now that Jamie knew about it, it was almost worse. That day in the kitchen, I ate my wife to orgasm. It was almost the first time I had done that. I love going down on her, but she was generally too self-conscious to allow it. And when she did, she never seemed completely able to let go and enjoy it. Of course, recently, we had stopped having sex of any kind, let alone oral. I couldn’t even say for certain when the last time I ate Jamie’s pussy was, but it had to be months. And yet, there in the kitchen, she abandoned herself completely. From the way she screamed and moaned, from the way her sex spasmed against my face, from the copious juices that poured out of her to cover my cheeks and chin, I knew she wasn’t faking anything. She was enjoying it more than she ever had before, clearly the best oral sex she had ever received in her life prompted by this unique situation we found ourselves in. And all the while, my cock kept aching and throbbing inside its prison, with no hope of release. I wanted to please Jamie, wanted to make her scream in orgasm, and I did. But it only added to my own torment and frustration to taste her pussy on my tongue and not be allowed an orgasm of my own. When Jamie had had her fun with me, she told me to stop. She went to shower, and I put my clothes back on. With some time to myself, the full enormity of what had just happened sank in on me. Jamie could demand pleasure whenever she wanted, and I would always give it. But only Alice could give me what I really wanted. The fact that these two were in league together added a whole new terrifying dimension to this kinky game we were playing. I had never really been in control, not since that fateful night I reached out to my ex-girlfriend. That had never been more clear to me than it was now, the full magnitude of my helplessness laid out in front of me while I sat in the living room, barely able to believe what just happened. The rest of the day proceeded more or less normally, but at the same time, everything had changed. Now, sex seemed to hang in the air, no matter what we did. Now that my secret was out, now that Jamie knew my cock was locked away and controlled by another woman, there was no way to unknow it. And we could act as normal as we liked, but that didn’t change the fact that we both knew what was going on. Jamie had me go down on her again the next day, Sunday. But that was the limit of our play that weekend. When Monday came, I had to return to work, but the teasing thoughts of sex were never far from my mind as I went through the motions at the office. After all, they couldn’t be. I couldn’t forget the tight chastity cage locked onto my cock, after all, and I was painfully reminded of my captivity every time I had one of my annoyingly frequent sexual thoughts. Plus, there was the shock device. At random times throughout the day, I felt a sudden buzz as Alice, wherever she was, whatever she was doing, decided to inflict some pain on her helpless slave. It was all I could do to keep my cool, hoping I wasn’t showing any outward sign of my discomfort while an electric jolt raced through my cock and balls. All days are hard like that. It’s hard to keep up with my work when all I can think about is sex. When the future is so uncertain, and I can’t get my mind off the two mistresses I have found myself serving. But there’s a dark delight to it all, too. This crazy secret that I have, that only Alice and my wife were privy to, was like some wild bond binding the three of us together. And it tinged everything with excitement. Whatever else my life might have become since Alice took control of my manhood, it wasn’t boring. I got the distinct impression that it was never going to be boring again. When I came home, I was carrying that anger and frustration with me. Being locked in chastity, I was learning, was an emotional roller coaster. My mood oscillated throughout the day from anger to fear to despair and back again. But underneath it all, through it all, there was that constant gnawing lust, the deep desire that only got stronger the longer it was denied. Not that I could do anything about it, I thought to myself bitterly as I stepped through the front door. I would happily go down on Jamie if she wanted me to, even though I knew it would only make my predicament worse. That was all the sexual release I could expect that day. And who knew when Alice would next see fit to unlock me? Hanging up my jacket in the hall closet, I headed toward the living room. And as I stepped out from the hallway, it was all I could do not to gasp in shock at the latest surprise that greeted me. Because there, sitting on the