WORSHIPING DIANA

He carefully pressed Diana's lovely thick dark hair in the towel, one section at a time, as she stood there waiting for him to finish drying her after her bath. She frowned slightly. She was impatient, but she wasn't about to speed up the process by doing any of the duties her new live-in slave. He had drawn her bath, washed her naked body thoroughly and carefully, shampooed and conditioned her hair and would finish combing it out, styling it, applying her make-up, and dressing her. She would still make it to work in plenty of time, she thought and grinned as she sipped the fresh coffee he had brought. Then, of course, he would have to rush like a demon to get himself ready and off to work on time, but that wasn't her problem. As he moved his hand brushed her naked breast and she gave him a stern look.

"No sexual contact, none," she warned.

"I'm sorry Diana," he replied, not pausing in his drying, "it really was an accident, I wasn't being sexual, really." Nolan bit his lip, grimaced and breathed heavily. He tried not to moan out loud. He tried to continue drying her evenly, to ignore her trim, delicious body, to resist the temptation to paw and grab her greedily, to suckle her round smooth breasts and jutting button nipples. He dried her. He suffered.

She smiled to herself. She knew how this affected him. And she loved it.

A week ago they had met and began their agreed trial live-in arrangement at her place. That followed a lengthy Internet romance in which they explored their desires and each other in daily and nightly chat sessions and on the phone. They had studied each other's emailed pictures, each other's face and body in the countless poses they exchanged. They learned she loved to be a dominant woman, that he craved submission to one. She loved his suggestions about male chastity as a domination tool and she encouraged him until he bought the plastic prison in which his manhood was now locked, the CB3000. She believed him when he said his climaxes would be unbelievable after he served her sexually with his cock locked up and she holding (and carefully hiding) the only keys. He knew from some experience with a previous lover and the CB2000 they had owned that after being in the plastic cage during the day he would be beside himself with lust and his sexual release that night would be indescribable.

So he had appeared at her door carrying luggage and wearing the locked CB3000 under his pants as his big surprise for her. And he handed her the keys. She was excited and thrilled by the gesture. What he didn't know, never guessed, was that she had no intention of unlocking it, and now seven long days later, the longest he had ever gone without climaxing since puberty, he continued to serve her, beside himself, wanting her every waking minute.

As he combed her hair and used the blow drier his eyes feasted on her naked body. For the one hundredth time his trapped cock tried vainly to achieve an erection in its tightly fitting plastic case and he began to drip pre-come from the small opening in the tip of the device that allowed him to pee, always and humiliatingly sitting down to avoid spraying it all over himself. One of the cute little features of the CB3000, Diana liked to note.

Sensing his abortive arousal, Diana became slightly moist between her own legs. Too bad no time to do anything about it, she thought. The incredible and absolute control she now had over Nolan was the most powerful aphrodisiac she had ever felt. The arousal hadn't diminished. As a result Nolan had spent countless hours this week between her legs, pleasing her over and over with his tongue, fingers and her many vibrators, all while he lusted in agony.

All I need to do is go out and find a heavy bolt cutter, he thought for the hundredth time. I could cut the padlock on my cock cage (very very carefully!) And get out of it, be free to do what I want, to come for God's sake, come until I can't do it anymore. Of course, Diana explained, if he did that he would never see or speak to her again, he would never earn the chance to actually fill her beloved pussy with his erect cock, to mount her, to be her lover, which he literally ached to do every time he set eyes on her, and which she broadly hinted would be his reward if her served her well.

Diana's eyes twinkled as he applied her mascara on deliberately and carefully. "You remember, don't you, that I promised to let you out of the cage and to let you come tonight? Well you've been a good slave and I will!"

Did he ever remember. He was living for it. And the reason he never went out for that bolt cutter was that he realized he never wanted to be without her. She had gotten under his skin. Five years his junior, she was in the full flower of mature sexuality at forty-five. She kept herself trim and fit and the round flare of her breasts and hips were near perfect. From the minute he first saw her picture, he knew she was that woman he wanted, the ideal "type" for him. The shape and look of a sultry dark-haired, dark-eyed woman that caught his eye from the pages of a well-fingered, stained Playboy magazine as a youth and the same look that turned his head when he chanced to see a woman like that on the street. However, none of the ones he ever met quite lived up to the fantasy woman he had created in his mind. None until Diana! And the fact that she shared his kinky desires, to be the domme to his sub, to play endless games of domination and submission, of teasing, denial and eventual satisfaction, to even make it a lifestyle, was a perfect fit. He had to have her, to be hers.

For her part, this was Diana's fantasy too, and she was throughly enjoying it, and she sensed his passion, her need, and knew he wouldn't leave her, not even if she indulged some of her more wicked fancies.

He thanked her for her promise of release tonight, finished her make-up, dressed her, received a quick wet kiss from her, and rushed off to get himself ready once she was out the door.

He rushed home and began cooking the light meal Diana had requested. It was Friday night and he was so thrilled he was getting out of the belt he felt like he was about to go out on his first date. He snacked as he cooked, knowing he would be expected to wait on her as she ate and not sit down himself. It was fine. He actually loved serving her and felt he had worked hard for his upcoming award.

His Goddess got home, sat down heavily and kicked off her shoes. He brought her a margarita, knelt before her and waited until she accepted it with a sly grin, he massaged her feet briefly and hurried to the kitchen to tend to the items cooking.

She ate with relish as he stood to the side, ready to refill her glass and fetch anything she wanted. It seemed like an eternity to him in his agitated and aroused state and finally she finished.

She rose. "Take off you clothes. And don't talk to me, not a word."

He undressed and stood naked, except for his chastity device. He blushed a bit under her amused, intense appraisal of his now dripping, confined and wanting manhood.

"OK, go pull down the sheets ands lay on the bed."

He did and she plumped and arranged two pillows under his head so he could be "comfy."

"Relax and give me your wrists," she told him as he extended them and she clicked one end of a set of steel handcuffs on each one. She secured the other end of each set to one of the large heavy posts of her four poster bed and his arms were secured, each one stretched out to one of the upper corners of the bed. Next his ankles, handcuffed to the two lower corners of the bed.

"I do like you this way," Diana remarked. "Are you comfy?' He nodded. "Show me how much you can move around like that." He pulled on the handcuffs. He really couldn't move his arms or his legs more than an inch or so. "That's good! And now the moment you've been waiting for..." She opened her blouse and the keys to his chastity cage were nestled between her breasts.

Taking the necklace with the keys on it off her neck she reached down and slowly unlocked the brass padlock, slid the cock tube off and eased his balls out of the locking ring. She stood with them in her hand as his cock instantly rose to a hard straining erection and he moaned and thsust his hips involuntarily. Diana smiled.

"Now it's time to wash these little things off," she said brightly, "before they go on again."

"But wait...Diana..." he stammered, "you're not leaving...wait, what about me?" he finished, a note of panic rising in his voice as she turned toward the kitchen.

"I told you I would release you. I did." She moved away.

"But you told me I could come too. I've been waiting so long. I've been so good, I..." his voice rose.

She shot him a stern look. "Well you're not being good now. And you can come, no problem, go ahead, you have my permission. Now's your chance."

"COME BACK," he moaned, "I can't come like this, not without any touching, not without you, NO!"

"Not my problem," she said from the kitchen and turned on the water in the sink.

His hard cock fanned the air. He was in agony. Worse now than ever. He prayed she was just teasing him and looked wide-eyed when she came back in the room with the pieces of the clean chastity device in her hand. She glanced at his cock.

"Why didn't you come, Honey?"

He moaned loudly. Took deep breaths and said "Diana," trying to keep any notes of desperation out of his voice, "please, help me. Don't you want me?"

"Not really," she replied. "I'm not sexually attracted to slave types. Although you are good for occasional relief with your tongue and my toys. But I'm not attracted to a man who would let a woman lock him up in a chastity cage. I want a real man. And I have a date with one tonight!" She grinned. "We're going out dancing and drinking, and then back to his place where I am sure he is going to fuck me all night long, Mmmmmm....he's nine inches, Honey, quite a bit bigger than you. I prefer that, too!" In truth, Diana did want him and was very attracted to him. His manhood wasn't all that small. It was a nice size. She was sure she would have sex with him some day, but she was enjoying their roleplay and the teasing so much she wanted to continue the pose, to have her fun and to see just how he reacted.

He felt hot tears of frustration welling in his eyes, then roll out as he grimaced and shook his head. She dabbed at them with the paper towel she was drying his chastity tube with. "Such a big baby," she cooed, "you see what I mean? A crybaby man is definitely not a turn-on for a girl. Now you see why I have to get ready and go. My little pussy is just itching to have all of Roger's big cock in me!" The last part was true, she was very horny and Roger was a good no-strings-attached fuck buddy, he would do nicely so long as she was denying Nolan. And he would see her any time she asked.

He argued, pleaded, squirmed as she did her make-up and began to get dressed for her date. After she told him "for the last time" to be quiet she got up, picked up a long handled riding crop and swung it down swiftly, striking the underside of his cock and his balls. He gasped and panted, it hurt beyond belief. As his gasps subsided and tears involuntarily ran down his cheeks, it continued to hurt immensely, but not so insanely. She said "I told you to be quiet and I meant it. One more word and I will give you TEN more of those." He thought Oh God. I couldn't stand even ONE more, and he was very quiet as she finished getting ready.

Ready now, she stood before him and his cock throbbed at the sight. She had on black stiletto heels, dark nylons, a tight black leather miniskirt and a dark red knit sleeveless top that plunged and gave a breathless view of the tops of her braless breasts. He never wanted her more. Despite himself, he was close to crying out loud at the thought of her going out like that with another man.

"And see, Honey, just for Roger!" She lifted the front of her skirt and he saw she had on a black lace garter belt, but no panties. Her gorgeous pussy was bare. "You can bet Roger will be fingering me under the table at the bar....yum yum!"

She headed out the door cheerfully telling him "Don't go away!" and added just before she closed the door "By the way, I have arranged a little surprise for you while I'm gone. He'll be here soon." The door slammed shut.

He? Thought Nolan as he laid there helpless and totally exposed. HE????? My God, what is she doing to me. How do I get out of this? He pulled on the handcuffs and squirmed. He wasn't going anywhere.

He lay there for what seemed like hours, listening for the door, any sound. To his immense frustration and dismay, his cock remained rock-hard as he laid there. Not a big surprise after being locked up for a whole fucking week, he thought bitterly. Finally he heard a key in the outer door, some rustling in the kitchen and then Diana's gay friend Raymond walked into the bedroom, two martini glasses in his hands. Nolan gasped.

"My my, what have we here?" asked Raymond, eyeing him up and down, "so nice of Lady Diana to arrange this for me!" He set the glasses down and sat on the bed.

"Arrange?" Nolan asked, his mouth going dry.

"Yes, arrange," Raymond said brightly, and ran his hands up and down Nolan's naked body, caressing it as Nolan cringed and twisted slightly, all he could, unable to avoid Raymond at all. "Yes, Sweetie, Diana saw how much I liked you and left you here for us to have some fun while she's out with her stud." Raymond's left hand had found Nolan's cock and he was stroking it lightly in his fingertips, his right hand was caressing Nolan's nipples.

"OH GOD!" Nolan cried out. He had never had another man touch him. "I'm not gay!" he spat.

"I don't care," Raymond told him, "Diana says you'll learn, and Sweetie, I'm going to make sure you enjoy this! Now have a little martini with me, it will help loosen you up." He reached for the glasses, sipped his and held Nolan's head up and gave him the drink. "Drink up!" he told Nolan. Nolan took a few stiff swallows. Raymond kept giving him the drink until it was done, sipped his, and his free hand caressed Nolan's stomach in a way that was making his muscles contract involuntarily.

"Raymond, just unlock me, let's just stop this right now, just unlock these handcuffs, I need to get up, right now," Nolan said evenly, getting started on a line of reasoning with Raymond.

"No can do, I don't have the keys," Raymond lied. "I'm sure Diana has them with her. She didn't want you getting up until she got home, she was very clear about that." Diana had given him the keys in case of emergency. She also said play along and don't tell Nolan. "So let's just relax and have some fun, ok?" Raymond finished his drink and slowly took off his clothes.

Nolan's deprived cock was still hard and he held his eyes shut and softly moan "no..."as Raymond moved between his legs and took his full cock into his mouth. He sucked Nolan expertly and soon had him thrusting and spurting in orgasm in his mouth. Raymond swallowed and continued to suck it softly as he squirted lotion in his hand and slowly began to massage Nolan's anus. One then two fingers entered Nolan and Raymond sucked more regularly, more rapidly as Nolan moaned and got hard again. After a longer time, Nolan was pumping his come into Raymond's mouth again and Raymond told him "after all that time I knew you had it in you!"

Two martinis later, Nolan was resignedly accepting Raymond cock into his own mouth as Raymond straddled his face and finally came himself.

"That was OK for starters, Sweetie" Raymond told him, "I know you'll get better in time!"

Nolan was now in pain from having to pee and he begged Raymond to let him up to go to the bathroom.

"I know just where to go to help you with that; Diana told me," Raymond told him and hurried off to the cabinet below the bathroom, retrieved a plastic urinal and sat and held Nolan's cock in it until he could relax enough to empty his bulging bladder into it.

Nolan dozed. He awoke woke in the dark and felt Diana's naked body joining his in the bed. She pulled a sheet over them and cuddled up to him, reeking of alcohol, cigarette smoke and the smell of sex. He was still handcuffed spread-eagle and his arms and legs ached. He squirmed, said "Please Diana," and she put a finger to his lips.

"Be quiet and be still, I need to sleep. I mean it," she told him groggily and he felt her body relax and her breathing become deep and regular. Once more he was frustrated beytond words and he tried to be as still as he could and not wake her. One of her limp hands was resting right against his cock and he felt it rise to a full erection, with which he, of course, could do nothing. It felt like he never got to sleep, but he must have because he awoke, still handcuffed in Diana's bed, with daylight streaming through the windows.

He shook his head and instantly felt it, an ice cold pain between his legs. Lifting his head he saw Diana in her bathrobe applying ice to his cock and balls.

"Noooooooooo!" he moaned.

"Quiet," she barked. "You woke up with a giant woodie and this is the only way I'm, going to get him small again to put him in your chastity cage. Then I'll let you up."

Nolan bit his lip as Diana carefully worked his balls into the locking ring and his cock into the clear plastic tube. She clicked the padlock home and leaned up to unlock his handcuffs.

"Your arms and legs must be a bit sore," she said with a smile.

"Very," he replied, finally stretching and rubbing them. "Please Diana, tell me, how long are you going to keep me locked up this time?"

She looked him in the eyes and knew it made absolutely no difference what she said, he was hers as long as she wanted him.

"Forever," she said with a wide grin.

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