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Chapter 1 here.
A week later my world came crushing down. Marie called me, she sounded quite sad, almost teary.
“I have some bad news, Robert. Greg doesn’t want me to see you anymore.”
“But why? I don’t understand. Surely, it’s your decision Marie?”
“I know Robert, but he is the protective type. It is part of his charm that he gets jealous so easily and wants to do everything to keep me safe and protect me. I pleaded with him, but he wouldn’t listen. He said it was a deal breaker for him if I didn’t tell you I never wanted to see you again. The sex is just too good Robert, I never want to lose that, please understand?”
“But Marie, we have been seeing each other for over a year and I have never done more than give you a quick peck on the cheek, surely, he knows I am no threat. I respect you totally.”
“I know that Robert and this is really hard for me, but he has made it an ultimatum. Please understand but whatever you do, don’t try and ring me and don’t come into the salon for a haircut. Bye Robert.”
And with that she hung up! I was devastated! I even started to cry. I went and bought a bottle of Scotch and got absolutely sloshed that night. I cried even more and beat myself up. I went through all the stages of grief. First it was denial. I refused to believe it, she would change her mind, I was sure, maybe she might see me secretly? Then pain. I cried even more feeling so sorry for myself. Then guilt. What could have I done differently? Couldn’t I have done more to please her so she would choose me over Greg? Then I sank into a depression. The depression lasted for weeks. I didn’t feel like doing anything. I just went to work and came home, and I started to drink too much. I become even more obsessed with Marie. I would constantly be checking her Facebook and Instagram to see what she was up to. I made sure I liked every post she put up; it was my only way to let her know I still existed.
6 months or more passed and then I received a phone call from Marie. I was so excited to hear from her. I had never felt so happy before. After some pleasantries she said,
“I have been talking to Greg and we may be able to get him to change his mind about letting me see you again. He is open to the idea, but he may have some conditions.”
“That’s fantastic Marie.”
“I will need your help though to get him to feel comfortable first.”
“Sure Marie, anything.” My voice was filled with excitement.
“Well, I told Greg what a good cook you are and said I could ask if you would come over and cook us dinner. It will give him a chance to see what you are like and then if he is comfortable, he could talk about the conditions you would have to agree to, if he was to allow you to see me again.”
“What do you mean by conditions?”
“I don’t know all the details, but he is very protective of me, he wants to see that you are not a threat to his relationship with me.”
“I am sure I can manage that.”
“Now, just a tip, Greg likes to be ‘top dog’ so give him that sort of respect. It will help our chances if you suck up to him. I know you are good at that.”
I blushed, feeling embarrassed by her comment but she gave a little giggle to make it seem like a little joke, so I just sucked it up. She continued,
“If you call him Sir, he will love that. Are you willing to do that Robert?”
“Really ‘Sir,' that is a bit over the top, isn’t it?”
“Of course it isn’t Robert! It is a sign of respect. It’s not much to ask, is it?”
Again, I caved into her,
“Sure Marie, I suppose so, anything to be able to see you again.”
“Remember to always defer to him, always agree with him, be a real brown nose and praise him whenever you can. He will respond to that, and we are more likely to get him to agree to you seeing me again.”
I didn’t really like the sound of that, having to suck up to Greg like that. I hesitated and a concerned look appeared on my face. Marie sensed it and her voice became deeper and serious.
“You’d do that for me wouldn’t you Robert?”
I imagined my perfect vision of her. Any traces of resolve evaporated. I justified it to myself, saying to myself it was just once off and that Marie was definitely worth it. However, my tone of voice was resigned and a bit reluctant.
“Yes, I guess so Marie.”
“And cook us something real nice, I think Greg will love those lamb shanks you made for me that time I was unwell. If you cooked it before you came, it would be easy to heat up. Also, he loves Oysters Kilpatrick, a dozen for each of us would be a good entree, with some prawns too, that would be easy. And then dessert, he loves sticky date pudding, can you make that?”
“Sure.”
She was sounding quite bossy by this stage and ended the call soon after she heard my full agreement with her wishes.
I prepared the lamb shanks in advance, they were baked in a rich tomato-based sauce with lots of herbs and celery, carrots, and onions. It was in a big pot and just had to be warmed on the stove top. I had bought the seafood; I would just have to cook the mashed potatoes and steam the green vegetables for the main course. Then cook the sticky date pudding.
I arrived at Marie’s place, grocery shopping bag and pot in hand and knocked on the door. I was greeted by an immaculate sight. Marie was dressed in the most gorgeous figure-hugging black dress, it was very short and low cut, displaying ample cleavage. Her hair hung down straight, I suspected she had been using a straightener on it. It shined and looked immaculate; she had a pair of killer black heels on. Honestly, she could have been a model the way she looked. It had been so long since I had seen her, and she seemed even more beautiful than I remembered. After a peck on the cheek greeting and saying how good it was to see her again, she led me into the kitchen. I placed the pot with the lamb shanks on the stove top and she took the lid off to have a look and a smell.
“MMM smells delicious, but why did you cook three shanks Robert?”
“One for each of us?” I said with a hint of surprise in my voice.
“You won’t be eating with us silly! You are going to be our waiter, while we have a romantic dinner for two! I thought you would have realised that when I invited you over, Oh Robert, I really thought you understood! Sometimes I wonder what’s going on in that little brain of yours! But don’t worry Greg has a big appetite, he could easily eat two shanks.” I immediately felt stupid for not realising and blushed and tried to cover my feelings of disappointment.
“That’s OK, Marie.” I said in a resigned tone, accepting the fact I would miss out on dinner.
She then opened a drawer and pulled out quite a feminine looking apron.
“Put this on Robert, it will not only protect your clothes, but it will make you seem less of a threat in Greg’s eyes.”
As she held it up, I got a better look at it. It had a pink trim all around it, two lacy shoulder straps and was adorned in pictures of pink cupcakes!
“You want me to wear that?” I said incredulously.
“Don’t you have another one?”
“No, I don’t Robert and you have to learn not to talk back, especially when Greg comes.”
She sounded angry with me.
“OK OK, I will wear it Marie” I said trying to placate her. I put it on and immediately felt quite foolish in it.
“It suits you Robert.” Marie giggled.
“The more you look like a fairy the less Greg will be concerned at letting us catch up with each other.”
She made it sound like it was such a sensible idea!
“Now when Greg arrives, I will answer the door and greet him. Don’t come out until I ring this bell.”
She held up a little dinner bell and gave it a ring.
“Only come out when you hear the bell. I will introduce you to Greg. This will be your first chance to complement him, tell him how great he looks, or praise something he is wearing or his haircut.”
She gave a little laugh,
“Because of course I did that!” She gave a giggle, then continued to give me orders.
“Then ask him what he wants to drink, then ask me and then leave and get the drinks. When they are ready make sure you knock on the door before entering the lounge room again.”
I thought she was getting very prescriptive in how I was to act. I felt a little resentful and it must have shown on my face.
“Now put a smile on your face Robert! No one likes a grumpy waiter! If we pull this off, you may be allowed to catch up with me, just like old times.”
She leaned in and gave me a peck on the cheek. I calmed down.
“Yes, Marie, sorry Marie.” I forced a smile and accepted I just had to get through this.
A little while later the doorbell rang, and Marie answered it. I could hear her greeting Greg and there was kissing and giggling. Even a “not yet Gregory” from Marie. After a few minutes Marie rang her dinner bell, summonsing me into the living room and introduced me to Greg.
“Please to meet you Sir.”
“Sir, I like that,” He turned to Marie and said,
“Look likes it knows it’s place.”
I immediately felt uncomfortable being referred to as “it”.
“Can I get you a drink Sir?”
“Yes, get me a beer.” It was more of a command than a request. It would be a sign of things to come.
“And a chardonnay for me Robert.”
“Yes Marie.”
She gave me a look, like I was forgetting something, then it hit me, the compliment. I felt really weird saying it but managed to get it out, a bit softly.
“And Sir, may I say what a wonderful haircut you have.”
“What was that?” Greg asked. I had to repeat it louder.
“I was saying what a wonderful haircut you have; it looks so masculine.” I couldn’t believe I said that! I felt so embarrassed.
“Are you a faggot or something?” There was a tone of menace in his voice.
“No No Sir.” I stammered, then Marie stepped in.
“Leave him be Greg, he just appreciates good hairdressing skills.” She leant in and gave him a big kiss on the cheek and laughed. Marie waved her hand at me to go and fetch the drinks.
I returned with the drinks, knocked first, was made to wait about 30 secs before walking in and handing Marie her wine first, then Greg made me wait with arm outstretched offering his beer. It was only for a minute or two, but I sensed he was enjoying his powerful position. I sucked it up and after he took his beer returned the kitchen. I plated up the meal, serving the lamb shanks with mash, broccoli, and zucchini. It smelt so good if I do say so myself. It hurt to have put two shanks on Greg’s plate.
I carried the plates to the dinner table, then knocked on the lounge room door. Again, I had to wait for a response. I could hear what sounded like kissing. Finally, Marie said,
“Yes Robert?”
“Dinner is served.”
As they sat at the table, I served them their dinner and then poured them each some wine before scampering back to the kitchen. As they ate, I checked on the sticky date pudding. It should be ready just in time. I made a start on the washing up. Soon the bell rang, and I returned to take away their plates. As I went to pick up the finished plates. Greg said,
“Can’t you see our glasses need a refill?” He barked at me.
“Sorry Sir.” I nervously filled both their glasses before taking away their plates. As I closed the door to the kitchen, I heard Greg say to Marie,
“Looks like it does as it’s told and could be useful….” I couldn’t hear the rest of the conversation.
It was about an hour later when Marie came into the kitchen alone. She said,
“Ok I have been working on Greg, I think he may allow you to see me, but he will want to see you really beg for it. It will take some major sucking up from you. Do you think you can do that?”
“Sure Marie, I will do whatever it takes.”
“That’s what I like to hear, he will probably set some conditions, even if you have doubts it is best to agree, we can work on him later to make changes. You don’t want to blow this chance. When you come out, I will tell Greg you have something you want to ask him. You then ask his permission to take me shopping occasionally.”
My heart sank a little, was I only going to be able to see her if I was buying her something? She gave me a peck on the cheek and that was enough to warm my heart and make me feel better.
“Prepare us both a gin and tonic and then serve it in the lounge room.”
A few minutes later I was serving them their drinks, Marie said,
“Robert has something he wants to ask you Greg.”
Greg looked up, sipping his drink. He looked at me with a mixture of contempt and disdain. My heart was racing, he was very intimidating. I stammered nervously.
“I. I…I was hoping Sir if I could have your permission to take Marie shopping from time to time.”
He just stared at me, so I continued.
“I promise to look after her Sir and never touch her Sir, she is such a great friend, and it has been terrible for me to not see her. Please Sir, I beg you.”
He continued to look at me.
“I am not happy with Marie seeing another man especially not an obsessed dipshit like you.”
His words hurt, I was feeling humiliated and intimidated by him. But he was right about me being obsessed with Marie. I managed to stammer out,
“Please Sir, I promise I would never do anything to hurt or harm her, it is just two friends catching up, nothing more. I beg Sir.”
“So, it is just to take her shopping occasionally, so you will be out in public.”
“Yes, Sir, that is all, please Sir.”
“Marie tells me you used to buy her things, will that continue if I let you?”
“Of course Sir.”
“What about me? If I let you, will you be buying gifts for me too?”
I wasn’t expecting this. Marie looked at me and nodded her head, she was encouraging me to agree. It didn’t feel right but I complied and remembered Marie’s urging to suck up to Greg.
“Yes Sir, happy to Sir.”
“Good boy.” He replied with a victorious smirk on his face.
“But still, I am very protective of Marie, just because you buy us things doesn’t mean you get anything in return.”
“Of course Sir, it is a privilege to be able to buy you both things.”
“I would be horrified if you ever tried anything on Marie, the thought of you touching her makes my blood boil.”
“I never would Sir.”
“I am just concerned because you are so obsessed with her. I don’t know if you can control yourself. So, because Marie is so keen to keep seeing you, I will agree on two more conditions.”
“Yes Sir, anything Sir. Please I beg you Sir.”
Firstly, I need to always know your location, so you will me your apple ID so I can track your phone using the find my iPhone app.
I was taken aback; this seemed a bit over the top. But Marie was shaking nodding her head, her eyes pleading.
“Yes, Sir, of course Sir.”
He picked up his phone and then asked for my username and password. He checked that it was working, and he could see my location.
“Good, that’s that done. Now the second thing.”
Greg reached into a paper bag and pulled out a box. He opened it and pulled out a steel cock cage.
“This is a male chastity device. If you want to be allowed to see Marie, you must be wearing it 24/7 and I will be holding the key. If you want release you will have to ask me.”
I was in shock. I stared at the steel cage and the rings of steel; did he really expect me to wear this?
“You will be unable to get a full erection or masturbate. It is the only way I can be sure about protecting Marie from your obsession.”
“I won’t be able masturbate?” I said in an incredulous voice. There was a pause then Marie said,
“You said earlier you never masturbate Robert. And you don’t have a girlfriend. So, nothing lost there.”
I remembered my lie to Marie about not masturbating, I was too ashamed to admit it, I couldn’t admit it now, she had me checkmated.
“Yes Marie, I suppose so.” I meekly replied. Greg then said,
“So, what is it, do you agree to wear it?”
Again, Marie was nodding her head, she had unbuttoned another button on her top and I glimpsed at a little more of her luscious cleavage, I succumbed and said,
“Yes Sir.”
Greg took the padlock and the keys and then handed me the box.
“Now there are a few different rings and spacers there, read the instructions and put it on. I advise you go to the bathroom and shave all your pubic hair first. Once you have worked out a comfortable fit, return here and I will put the lock on. If you don’t want to, you can leave but forget about seeing Marie again if you do.”
I went to the bathroom. I was shell shocked. There was a razor and shaving cream next to the basin. I hesitated; my heart was beating hard. Was I really going to do this? What if someone found out? What if I needed to go to the doctor? I was getting cold feet and considering walking away, but I couldn’t bear the thought of never seeing Marie again. I pulled down my pants and picked up the razor. I was frightened and not sure I could go through with this. Just then there was a knock on the door.
“How is it going in there?” said Marie.
I said hesitatingly, “I am not sure Marie.”
“Let me come in and help.”
She said it while she was opening the door and stepping through. Giving me no time to even ask for a minute to pull my pants up. She stood before me, looking absolutely stunning in her sexy dress and high heels and without saying anything she looked at my dick. A broad smile came across her face, then a giggle. I could tell she was a little tipsy.
“Awww. It so cute…...”
I felt the first pang of humiliation. I must have turned bright red in shame, and I stuttered a little before saying.
“It’s not hard, it gets bigger.”
I was already getting up to my max 4 inches, I had begun growing as soon as I saw her again. She had that effect on me.
“I am sure it does.” She said sarcastically.
“But it won’t fit in the cage if it gets too big! Do you want me to help shave you?”
All my resolve to pull out of this situation crumbled before her. This was the most intimate thing I had ever done with Marie.
“Thank you, Marie,” was all I could say.
She commanded me to lather up my pubic hair. She then picked up the razor and began to shave above my dick. She was not the slightest bit concerned about touching me. She worked her way down and when got to my testicles she grabbed one, stretching out flat to shave more easily. She grabbed my dick to move it out of the way. I was in heaven at just feeling her touch my dick after all these months of lusting after her. It was over all too soon and there I stood before her; my genitals denuded of all the hair.
“That looks better, doesn’t it?”
“Yes Marie.”
“You don’t want hair caught in the chastity device.”
I thought it was now or never if I was going to get out of this situation.
“Marie, I was thinking about this, I am not sure.”
“But Robert, I think this is the best gift you have ever given me! That you would wear this chastity device all because you wanted to be allowed to keep seeing me. I thought it was so beautiful, such devotion.”
She stepped away from me and I felt her disappointment. A feeling of rejection as she stepped away and turned her face away, overwhelmed me. She looked so upset; I couldn’t bear it.
“I’m sorry Marie……. I don’t want to disappoint you; you know I would do anything for you.”
Before I had a chance to say but, Marie stepped towards me and cupped my balls in her hand. My cock hardened to its full 4 inches immediately! I couldn’t believe what was happening. Marie had only just seen my dick for the first time and now she was holding it up from under my balls. She put her face up close to mine and said,
“I am glad to hear you say you will do anything for me…. Bobbi”
I couldn’t believe it; it was my nickname as a baby. My older sister used it to tease me by continuing to call me that even when I was hitting puberty and if I complained to Mum about her, my sister would say,
“Bobbi is being a baby mum, don’t believe him.” Mum would tell us to stop fighting or else and tell us to split up for a while and my sister would get away with it. I felt that old humiliation wash over me again. My face tightened into a pained expression, and I blushed automatically from Marie using that nick name.
“But first I have something I have to tell you. It is hard for me to do this because I know it will be hard to accept but I am doing you a favour by telling you.”
She paused, then looked down at my cock and balls being held in her other hand.
“You have a tiny dick. Look at it. That dick is never going to be able to satisfy a woman. It is miniscule. Greg is bigger than that when he is soft! It is best you accept it and quit hoping for dates.”
I looked down at my pathetic dick and felt deflated. I knew what she was saying was true. A very muted
“Yes Marie," was all I could manage.
“You said you didn’t masturbate either, so you won’t be losing anything! You can still pee in it.”
My resistance was melting, it was so beautiful having this moment of intimacy with her taking hold of my balls and cock. I made one last plea,
“I promise to not masturbate, isn’t that enough Marie?”
“No, it’s not. It’s Greg’s rules. The only way he will let you see me is if you are wearing this. Aren’t I worth it?”
She spun around and did a little model pose.
“Of course you are Marie.” I answered.
All my feeble resistance evaporated.
“Fantastic, Now let’s get it on and show Greg.”
She guided me through the process, putting the ball ring on first and then fitting the penis cage. She asked me if it was comfortable and then watched her lock the padlock. She stepped back and said,
“That looks so cute!” giggling at the sight of my cage.
“Can’t wait to show Greg, c’mon Bobbie. Just kick your pants right off.”
She led me out with only my shirt on, my shirt just covered the cage only if I leant forward a little.
“Look Greg, he did it.”
Marie said and I stood before Greg a moment later.
“Lift your shirt up Bobbi.” Marie said in a put-on schoolmarm voice. Greg started laughing immediately.
“Fuck me! He did it……. I don’t believe it.”
He reached down and tugged at it.
“He really can’t get out of it?”
“Not without hurting himself pretty badly!”
Again, they laughed. Greg then said to me,
“So, you really do get off on spoiling Marie and don’t want to fuck her.”
That left me dumbstruck, and I just nodded my head in agreement. He kept going,
“You will be grateful for any time I allow you to have with Marie, won’t you.”
“Yes Sir.”
“I am sharing my girlfriend with you, and I expect you treat her accordingly, with the utmost respect. I have rules. Number one Marie initiates all contact. Number two you will never touch her and thirdly, you will treat with the respect and adoration she deserves.
“Yes Sir.”
“Step closer.”
I moved towards Sir. He pulled out a numbered plastic lock and threaded through the hole where the cage connected to the ball ring, and he locked it on. He took out his phone and took a photo of the numbered lock.
“As you can see Bobbi, this is a tamper evident lock and can be easily broken, so you are free to break out of this arrangement at any time but unless you show me a time stamped photo of the lock, it will be the end of our deal and you will be banned from seeing Marie.”
The significance of what I was agreeing to started to sink in. Knowing that I could exit the situation with one decision to cut the tamper evident lock was reassuring but I also knew I wanted to be able to see Marie more than anything. It would be very hard for me to get out of this. Marie then said,
“I am so proud of you Bobbi, doing this just for me!”
She walked towards me and gave me a peck on the cheek, I wasn’t expecting that and must have blushed. Greg started to laugh saying.
“He’s going red, ha ha ha!”
Marie stepped back, looked at me and said,
“That’s so cute Bobbi!”
She then changed her tone, became serious again,
“Fetch Greg and I another drink each, then clean up the table and the kitchen.” It was a command.
They continued to flirt in the lounge room, and I was interrupted to serve drinks two more times. When I finished cleaning up, I went back into the lounge room and knocked on the door. I waited even longer this time. I could hear kissing and moaning. The anxiety built as I wondered if I should knock again. Finally, Greg called out,
“What is it?”
“I finished Sir.”
“Dismissed!” he said in a sarcastic tone and then they both laughed. He was getting off on treating me like a servant.
“Good night, Bobbi!” I heard from Marie.
I said my goodbyes and left.
When I got home, I undressed and stared at my locked dick. I stared at my phone, hoping there was a message from Marie. It killed me not being able to initiate contact, I would just have to wait for her to message me……
To be continued…..