Sentenced

Sentenced I knelt, bound and naked in front of Lisa. She stood over me. She was dressed in leather and lace, all of it black, her bare midriff showing the deep breathing consistent with the excitement she seemed to be feeling. Her voice was mostly steady but there was a raw raggedness, just a hint that betrayed how much she was enjoying my plight.

I had awakened an hour before, handcuffed and surrounded by Lisa and three of her friends. Before I could say anything, Lisa spoke.

"Jack, there are going to be a few changes around here and they are going to start today. You can cooperate or we can force you. The choice is yours. First, I’m giving you five minutes to use the bathroom with privacy. If you resist, we can see how you like it with an audience. Now get out of that bed and get into the bathroom! Now!"

I hesitated just a minute at the prospect of getting out of bed naked in front of all of these women. Lisa’s tone, however told me she was serious. I bounded out of bed and, handcuffed as I was, lost my balance and sprawled on the floor in front of Lisa, Jo Ann, Joan and June. Even as they helped me to my feet their laughter was hard-edged and a bit cruel.

True to her word, five minutes later, Lisa barged through the bathroom door and ordered me into the shower. She turned on the cold water, scrubbed me none too gently and then rinsed me off, all in about sixty seconds. She grabbed me by the scrotum and dragged me out of the shower, dried me off and pulled my down the stairs where the other women were waiting. With their help, she gagged me, forced me to my knees in the kitchen, bound my ankles together, affixed my knees to a spreader bar and tied my elbows so that they nearly touched behind my back.

In this secured state I watched them eat breakfast. Their conversation was centered on how cute I looked, naked and helpless and how much things were going to change. I gathered that several of their husbands had already suffer my fate, whatever it was to be, and that it was my turn now. My situation became clearer to me and I began to feel the full weight of the humiliating events of the morning so far. Here I was naked and bound in front my wife and three other attractive young women.

When they finished their meal, Lisa disappeared upstairs while the others tidied up. They essentially ignored me. When they were through in the kitchen the three of them dragged me into the living room about the time Lisa came downstairs dressed in black leather and lace. Events were happening way too fast. I had no idea why I was the victim of such treatment, what was going to happen to me and why these friends were involved.

Lisa stood over me and smiled cruelly at me. Something in all of this triggered a deep sexual response in me. Lisa looked supremely sexual, dressed as she was and my only response was a rigid hard on jutting and pointing at her. This response elicited derisive laughter from the women and Lisa snarled at me, "Finally, where has that been for the last six months"

To say I had been neglectful and inattentive was an understatement. Our marriage had gotten more than a bit routine and I had been ignoring Lisa. This was all about that and I could see I was about to become very sorry.

Lisa dangled a small metal device, looked at me and then at the women and then back at me, she said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice, "Do yourself a favor and loose that pitiful erection before I show you how it’s done the hard way."

My cock began to droop to the mock applause of the assembled audience. Lisa spoke again with a surprising commanding voice.

"Jack, this court and this jury finds your penis guilty of dereliction of duty and hereby sentences it to one year of incarceration, sentence to be carried out immediately"

With that, Lisa affixed the small metal devise she was holding around me genitals. It was a cage-like item that held on above my balls and totally enclosed my cock in a tight and confining cage made of stout wires. A small but thick padlock held the thing securely. Once it was locked Lisa handed the key off the Joan and told her to return it no sooner than one year hence.

As I struggled with all of this, the assembled women applauded Lisa’s actions loudly and hooted and laughed. They congratulated her and expressed mock sympathy for me. I looked down at my newly locked manhood and tried to imagine what the next year would be like.

I couldn’t know then that it would be a long, long year characterized by frequent, at times almost endless oral sex for Lisa and sometimes for her friends. It wold include humiliating displays of my trapped genitals for many of her friends, many vicious paddlings in front of small and fairly large audiences, constant verbal taunting about how horny I was getting and how neglectful I had been, lots of teasing and fondling and tempting but not one orgasm, one for an entire year. Finally after an agonizing year had passed, Lisa called her friends together again to watch the release of the prisoner. Again, I was naked and bound as before, the women were dressed as if for an evening of clubbing were no less insulting or derisive. In this past year I had learned total obedience and abject submission to every least whim Lisa expressed. I vowed that if I ever got free I would never do anything to deserve this sort of treatment again.

They gathered around me and taunted me about how silly I looked and how horny I must be and how humbled I was. None of it mattered if I was to finally be free of this infernal thing. I knew that they were going to drag out my release and that I probably had hours to wait before they finally freed me. After a year what did another few hours matter?

At last, after I had endured more than I thought anyone could endure, Lisa asked me if I wanted to be freed.

"Yes ma am, I do, very much" I said trying to keep the desperation out of my voice.

"And have you learned your lesson and complete obedience to your Mistress?" she asked. "Have you learned to pay attention to what your Mistress says and does and what her friends say and do. So that you can anticipate their needs and serve them better?" she demanded.

"Yes Mistress Lisa, I believe that I have." I said truthfully.

"Let’s see. Jack, one year ago I locked up your precious penis and I gave the key to your lock to one of my friends. She still has it but do you remember which friend it was? If you do, I’ll have sex with you. If you don’t you’ll have to get your relief by jerking off in front of us. If you guess and guess wrong, it’ll be another two months before you get released. Can you remember or have you been like a typical male and thought only of your penis for the last year?" She added this last bit sarcastically but she could see I was perplexed. Was it June, Jo Ann or Joan, I couldn’t remember?

While I knelt there dumbly trying to remember, the women began to laugh and taunt me and make all sorts of comments about how stupid I was going to look jerking off in front of them. I could stand it no more and told Lisa that I couldn’t remember who was holding me key. I couldn’t risk a wrong guess at this point.

"Will the real key holder please come forward and rescue this poor wretched jerk-off from his year of denial?" Lisa said in a phony announcer’s voice.

After a bit of wrangling and false starts, Joan reached down inside her shirt, between her luscious breasts and pulled out a chain with a small key attached. With great ceremony she inserted it into my padlock and slowly turned it, The lock popped open and she, not too gently, tugged the device from my starved genitals.

For the first time in a year my cock hung free, my swollen and very blue balls hung free as well and a delicious sense of freedom overcame me, oddly, considering I was still bound and handcuffed.

Lisa freed my hands and arms and told me to get to work. I had learned not to resist or hesitate but as strange as it sounds, after a year of denial, it took a bit of work to get my cock to respond. The women enjoyed my difficulties and suggested that I had forgotten how to come. Maybe, they suggested, I would never come again. One even offered to remove those troublesome and now apparently useless balls that had caused me so much discomfort. Slowly, however, I began to respond.

After a year of denial and dreaming, torture and teasing my cock began to get stiff. It grew and stiffened and that old stirring I missed so much and wanted so much was building again. The women sensed it and increased the tone and volume of their taunts so that the fury I felt in my loins was matched by the fury of their taunts and insults.

Once things began to happen, they happened quickly, within a few minutes my long denied cock and balls began to ready itself for climax. My penis thickened, my balls got tight and close to my body and then I began to spasm and jerk as thick ropy strings of semen spurted in a long delayed and much desired orgasm. It possessed me and I lost touch with imprecations and general noise of my audience. As my jerks began to slow and become irregular, I began to loose consciousness. I collapsed onto t5he floor unmindful of the fact that I was lying in a mess of spent semen. It didn’t matter to me as the relief and release is all that matter.

I awake sometime later, naked, unbound but again wearing my chastity device. It comes off every week or so if I behave and let me tell you, I behave!

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