Magic Drops

Cassie was working with him on a temporary assignment in his department for about six months. They spent hours together on the project and after a while she got in the habit of bringing him coffee at break and liked to sit and talk. The talk became personal, even intimate at times, an easy confidence between co-workers who had become friends of a sort. One night after working late, having drinks to unwind together she confided an interest in him sexually. He was not attracted to her type. She had enormous breasts but they looked saggy and slack, he thought. He habitually chased after women younger than him, impressionable ones still in their twenties, college co-eds even, never a woman tens years older like Cassie. He did fantasize about touching those huge, pendulous breasts, playing with them, sucking, burying his face in their welcoming, motherly mass. Probably once would be enough though, he thought, to satisfy his prurient mammalian curiosity. She would be an interesting fuck, he concluded, like most fat girls she probably gives good head and tries harder than those hot younger girls. She certainly is easier to talk to, but she's way too overweight for him. No, not his type, and he was tired and drunk as well. He begged off on her invitation to share a nightcap at her place, but added he would take her up on that soon.

She had become a good friend, nonetheless. She was so understanding, she really listened, so one night two weeks later while they were having a late dinner after work he decided to unburden himself to her. He told her about his problem. "I.... I have been having this problem for about two weeks," he was quite embarrassed, but he had to continue, he had to talk to somebody about this. "What, Honey?" she asked sympathetically taking one of his hands in hers. "I can't get hard anymore..." he blurted out, "and no matter what I do to my penis, I can't come anymore either. No matter how much I stroke the little limp thing, and I've tried with lubrication, soap, lotion...and I can't stand it! It's hell. I can't be with a woman now. I can't even jack off. Not only am I horny to the point of distraction, I am so worried, but I've been too embarrassed to see a doctor and I keep thinking it will go away..." She looked him in the eyes. "I don't think it will, Baby, not without some very specific help." He looked at her incredulously. "How do you know that?" he asked, interested. "Listen to me very carefully," she said.

He sat in shock as she explained to me how he had now been "hooked" by a secret designer drug she had been putting in his coffee every morning for the last three weeks. He would never again get hard or come unless he was administered the "antidote" by her. These substances were so specifically designed that the antidote drug she possessed was the only one ever designed that could reverse the effects of the "Chastity Drops" she had been putting in his coffee. Usually a week was enough. In his case three weeks made the effect completely permanent until the antidote was given. She explained, it was designed for wives who suspected their husbands of cheating and wanted to give them a brutal wake-up call, for couples in heavy dominant and submissive relationships, and for wives and lovers who wanted to insure their man would be theirs... forever.

"Why would you do that to me?" he asked, not really believing this could be real, although the evidence of his limp, useless dick was right there in his hand every single day, and night. "I did it because I really like you, I need a good man in my life, and I want to keep you," she told him with a knowing and reassuring grin.

"What good am I as a man if I can't ever have sex with you?" he asked, panic rising. "Come on now," she replied, "you can have lots of sex with me. With your mouth, your fingers, and lots and lots of toys. You can make me very happy!" She paused, licking her lips. "And you will now, you know. Any time I ask, every single time!"

"Why?" he practically screamed. Why would I do that when I can't come myself?"

"Because you are going to want to keep me happy, very happy, Honey . You will come, someday and get hard, and be a man and make long hard love to me, but not until I let you!" She explained there is another drug she had, with this set. It was a temporary inhibitor of the Chastity Drops. When she gave him that as a reward, or if she wanted his hard cock to play with, he would be able to get hard, to come, just like normal, for about an hour. And usually stay hard the whole hour, so powerful was the release of pent-up desire. Then it was over until she gave it to him again. She explained that many men, given the "Temp" and left to their own devices would masterbate continuously, coming many times before it wore off at then end of their hour, especially if they were deprived for long periods of time. How long? He asked plaintively. Days, weeks, months, years, she said with a smile, depending on the woman who is the owner. The lady will always decide now, as it should be, she said firmly.

"I'll tell the police. This is like kidnaping." he protested. "They would never believe you. And how could you prove a thing?" she replied. She had thought it all out and she was right. "Then I'm leaving. Right now. I won't do this. No way."

"Suit yourself" she said. "But that would be so sad. Because I want you so, and I love you, I truly do, and I would hate to lose you. We can be so good together... this way. And," she grinned slyly, "you can leave, but you will have a lifetime of never, ever getting an erection or coming again. I'm the only one who can ever let you do that...and you'll really miss me!" He thought and realized I'm trapped, for now. But he would find a way out of this. Resigned, for the moment, he asked Cassie "What now?"

She grinned widely. "I'm taking you home tonight! And I'm giving you a treat. You can play with my breasts. Don't tell me you haven't been eyeing them up, I've seen you. And I know if I let you touch and kiss them, you will be in heaven! Then we will see how well you can please me...down there," she looked down at her lap, between her legs. "And I'll show you just how I want it, and like it. And I have a little feeling you aren't going to mind that so much either!"

"You'll give me the, the temporary drug?" he asked expectantly, "tonight so we can have sex?"

"Of course not, Silly!" she laughed. "It's much too soon. But that time will come, when you have been a good man and a good lover for a while. Actually I think when we move in together, that would be a good time. Our first night in our own home!" His heart sank...live together? "But that might take weeks..."

"I think you'll find a way to make it sooner, with your motivation!" she grinned. "Really, I think your house will be just fine! Now let's go to my place. I am unbelievably horny tonight!" He learned his duties, saw no way out. Every night he performed for her, bringing her to climax after climax as he suffered and felt a frustration he never believed possible. He worked out at her direction with his tongue, fingers, and wearing the strap-on. They moved her things into his house, arranged them just like she wanted and as promised she gave him a dose of the temporary antidote. It had been a month. He was rock hard for an hour, came three times and being in her pussy felt like heaven after all that time. "You see, if you wait a month it's just great when you do have it," she told him. "Isn't that, and me, worth the wait?"

"You won't make me wait a month until we do it again, will you?" he pleaded. "That will depend completely on you," she told him. And he wanted it badly, desperately. And she had complete control over it. The problem with finally getting hard, having sex at last and coming was that now he wanted it even more. He saw no way out, still, so he did every new task Cassie requested.

Soon he was doing all the grocery shopping, the laundry, the cooking and the cleaning. He rushed home from work every day to try to have their dinner ready the minute she came in from her latest temporary job. He massaged her, made her come on demand, spent hours between her legs, hours suckling and fondling her breasts, and serving her, all of which made his own sexual frustration unbearable.

"Cassie, it's been three weeks, please!" he pleaded. She looked at him sympathetically. She answered "You are doing very well, Dear. I love you for it. And I think you deserve it, soon. So I promise you, We will make love very soon, on our wedding night!"

"Our wedding?" he was in shock. She said sweetly "Yes Honey. I told you this was permanent, and forever."

It was a small civil ceremony, planned quickly, and the wedding night was all Cassie had promised, she gave him the Temp drops twice, with a nice rest in between. His life had changed beyond recognition. He toiled for her daily, worked for the sexual rewards she dispensed to him once week or, if he was very lucky, twice. When they fought or she felt he wasn't pleasing her well enough or sincerely enough, it was longer, sometimes much longer until he "learned his lesson." His friends wondered why in the world he did what he did for her. It was his life now, but he never could begin to explain it to them.

He would look at other women when Cassie wasn't around, but in the end he was obsessed with her and her alone. They were unattainable, something to look at in the abstract now. She was everything to him because of the power she had over him and the ecstasy she alone could give to him. In an odd way, he was happier without his freedom. He had a sense of purpose and a structure and clear direction to his life that he never had before, and it gave him a kind of peace, a release from the burdens of planning and thinking. He knew his goals. He served Cassie, worked for her rewards and craved her body for she was the only woman in the world for him. For her part, Cassie had finally found exactly what she wanted.

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