A Common Problem

Chapter 4

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How could I have imagined that a simple trip to the doctor five months ago would have made me into a sex slave for a beautiful woman.

I no longer had control over my sexuality. She controlled when I was allowed to orgasm, and all the time I wasn't, my cock was kept not only trapped inside a cast around my groin, but also trapped inside a ring of spikes which ensured that if I ever tried to get hard, the pain caused by the spikes would quickly take my mind off whatever was turning me on.

And I loved it! I used to think I was into a little bit of occasional bondage play, but I had no idea how fulfilled I would feel by serving a woman like Alicia, and having no choice but to do so in order to earn my own sexual release.

It never stopped. She would keep finding new things to do to me, new tortures for me to endure for her pleasure, new ways to tease and frustrate me. And her latest was worse than ever.

"Well done, there's a good Pup", she said, as I kissed her boots once again. "So how has it been with your new 'attachment'?

I moved carefully as I got up off my knees. "Well it's been very unusual, but I seem to have survived it."

She smiled, and put her hand on my arse. "You've spent lots of time with a buttplug in you before, following my orders. It shouldn't be that different."

"But at least then it wasn't permanent."

Four days earlier, Alicia had freed me from the bonds of the cast, and let me cum for the first time in a month. But when she replaced the cast, she put a buttplug into me, and extended the cast over my arse so I couldn't take it out. The hollow tube in the plug, and the catheter in my cock, ended in a set of secure valves to control my body's needs.

I asked, "May I use the bathroom now, Alicia?"

"Ah yes, how is all that going then?"

"It's strange having to get used to only using the toilet at home. It's been mostly okay, but I did make the mistake of going out for a drink with some people from work one evening. I was bursting to take a piss, but there was nothing I could do about it until I got home."

She smiled, that broad, cruel smile I had got to know so well. "So you won't be doing that again. I love how my control over you reaches so far into your life."

There was a pause. I repeated, "So, may I use the toilet here?"

"Umm... well, perhaps just this once, you may."

"And... the keys?"

"Ah, they're in the same place as in your house."

I went to the bathroom, where I found the same bunch of small round keys as in my house, and in both places they were secured by a short thick chain to the toilet. I sat on the toilet, pulled the blue key down to my groin, and put it into the small keyhole in the front of the cast. I then relaxed the muscles which mould normally cause me to piss, and a jet came out from another hole just below the keyhole. I had to wait for it to finish completely before I could move, since the key would not come out unless the valve was closed, and the key was chained to the toilet.

Pissing was not so bad, as long as I was at home, but each morning I had to hook up an enema bag to one of the valves and empty myself through another valve, all while I am sat on the toilet since the key chain is so short.

I returned to my beloved Alicia. She asked, "So, have you got the letter yet?"

"The appointment? Yes, the six month checkup is in two weeks. If the doctor decides my hand is cured now, I guess he'll take the cast off. Will that be the end of our play?"

She looked as evil as ever. "Don't you worry, I've made some adjustments that I think you'll like..."

"Well, this is odd." The doctor scratched his head. "Your medical notes clearly state that this appointment is to review your progress in the plasti-cast with a view to removing it in another year. I don't recall writing that, and these casts are usually only kept on for six months, but if that's what the notes say, I must have had good reason at the time."

I looked over to where Alicia was sitting, now looking so innocent in her nurse's uniform, although I knew she was naked underneath it. She was trying to stifle a big grin - her amendments to the notes was going to keep me in my poor cock in this cast for another year.

"However, I have some good news for you."

Alicia looked up, surprised, not knowing what the 'news' was going to be.

The doctor continued, "We've found the plasti-cast is not very hard wearing, and would usually have to be replaced about every six months, but recently the dura-cast has been developed, based on a different technology, which is much more hard-wearing and so you won't need to come back as often."

Alicia looked shocked. She said, "Doctor, there's someone to see you in Reception."

The doctor looked around to her. "I didn't hear the intercom."

"Umm... they said it was urgent."

"Oh, very well," and the doctor left the room.

As soon as the door closed behind him, Alicia came over to me. For the first time, she was genuinely worried. "I'm sorry, little Pup, I don't know anything about this dura-cast, and that means I don't have the necessary chemicals and equipment to remove and replace it. If he puts you in that now, you're stuck in it for a year!"

A year! It's been quite an experience not being able to touch my cock, and only being able to cum about once a month, but a year would be a whole different thing.

The doctor returned, and Alicia dashed back to her seat. He said, "There was no-one in reception wanting me!"

Alicia replied, "Oh, I'm sorry, I must have been mistaken."

The doctor had me undress and get onto the table again. Of course, Alicia had insisted that I wear the rubber suit again, so the doctor had to wait impatiently as I peeled it off me.

The doctor applied the anaesthetic, then went about removing the old cast, commenting that it was hardly worn down at all considering it had been on for six months.

Alicia stood behind him, looking over his shoulder. I could see a look of tension and anxiety on her face as the doctor revealed all the hardware she had added inside the cast, but her hand seemed to have absent-mindedly moved down to her crotch, where it was gently rubbing her.

The doctor found the ring of spikes around my cock, and on my balls, and the buttplug and tubing. He said, "I don't remember putting all these here before, is it some part of a different treatment? Do you want me to take them off, or leave the on under the new cast?"

They were put there by Alicia, and they were a part of her control over me. If they remained under the new cast, then I would be constantly tormented by her for the next year.

I looked over to her. Her hand was now furiously rubbing at her crotch through the thin uniform, and her face was a mixture of pleasure and anguish.

I took a deep breath, and said, "Please leave them all in place under the new cast."

Alicia bent over and cried out with an almighty orgasm, as the doctor sealed my fate for the next year.

THE END

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