Dominated by Our Neighbor Ch. 08

The next morning was very rough. I was a bit stiff from sleeping on the air mat at the foot of Brit's bed, but I slept ok when all things were considered. I tossed and turned much of the night due to the mental and physical distractions of the cage on my dick, but I did sleep. I was up before Jess or Brit, so I quietly strung out my leash so I could get to the bathroom and pee without waking them. I laid back down in the bed after grabbing my phone, and I killed time on it until they woke.
Then my daily morning boner tried to crash the slumber party!
My dick pressed hard against it's cage to no avail. That thing was not going to allow a boner, no matter how much that boner insisted. I didn't know what to do to ease the pressure and tightness, so I started reading news articles from a certain news source that generally made me angry. I wont say which one, but reading their obvious and blatant bias of the "news" of the day was enough to keep the boner at bay.
Turns out its hard to stay hard when frustrating yourself with "news" bordering on political propaganda. It was a godsend for me then, and a trick I used more than once while wearing the cage.
Jess woke up next and used the bathroom, but Brit didn't wake up for another hour. I was up at 7:30, but Brit didn't wake until around 8:20.
I had decided I was going to consider my time in chastity as my sentence for serving a crime, and that time was pretty rough the rest of the morning too.
It hurt again when Brit got up: I couldn't help but to look at her ass when she walked to the bathroom and I couldn't help but gawk at her bare belly and boobs when she came out. All four keys were right where we left them the night before. That hurt to see, but with a little focus I got over it.
There wasn't much conversation, we talked a bit about our situation, Brit asked how "little Kyle was liking his new home", and we all went downstairs and ate breakfast like old friends. It was nice, but also a bit odd at the same time. It wasn't a bad odd, but it felt as if there were a literal elephant in the room we were all just ignoring. The elephant existed in the form of last night's events: Brit gave me a blow job, Jess ate Brit's pussy until she came and I sucked on her titties. Not to mention Brit still wore two of the three keys to my chastity cage.
After breakfast we left and went home. We treated it as a normal Sunday when we have no plans. Work on Monday went as normal as it could despite me being on edge about not cumming, having a boner, or even playing with my dick at all since Saturday night. I had to tape the padlock so it would not click or clack as it bounced off the plastic cage. I can't have a friend or co-worked asking what that clicking is that's coming from my pants.
I also didn't realize how much I touched my dick in the average day!
I'm not a perve, I don't have a death grip on it 24/7, but not being able to touch it at all was very, very difficult.
"You really don't know how much you miss something until it's gone." I said out loud Monday on my way home from work. I had heard that phrase all my life, but now I finally knew how true it was.
But, despite this, I settled into a rhythm for those first few days. The mornings even got easier as I immediately turned to my phone for the day's "news". I was good until Wednesday evening, that was another level of difficulty and being uncomfortable.
We got a text from a neighbor (not Brit) that some of them were on his front lawn having a drink and that we should walk over. So, we leashed Banjo and walked over. As soon as I turned the corner I think I blushed: Brit was there. Her back was turned to us, but it was obviously her as no other women in the neighborhood are 6' 2". Lucky for me, we were still two houses away so no one saw me blush (if I even did).
'Good deal, her shirt hangs down past her ass. No one can see my key on her belly ring.' I thought, suddenly relieved that I would not be able to see it either. I knew she had no desire to tell neighbors about our.... situation, and I didn't want to have that conversation or address any part of it.
We stopped, said hi, and inserted ourselves in the circle that was six people strong. When I looked over, I saw that only Brit's outer shirt was long: underneath the unbuttoned shirt that hung past her ass was a blue belly shirt that showed off her belly button and the belly ring that one of my keys hung from.
My first instinct was to panic, but I tried my best to play it cool and concentrate on not getting a hard on at the site of her in a belly shirt wearing my key. After a minute or two I was fine, and the conversation went on with no one noticing my discomfort.
Then I had this overwhelming urge to get a hard on. The pressure built very quickly after the panic subsided, and it was truly awful.
The pressure of my dick fighting so hard to stand erect in all it's glory was so bad it nearly forced me to bend over like I was trying to touch my toes. I didn't know if that would help, but I thought maybe changing sandıklı escort the angle of my torso might help ease the tension. I almost tried, the I worried I may not be able to stand up straight again!
I forced myself to focus on other things and I looked away at a neighbors house, and after a short time I felt ok.
'Thank God....' I thought silently as I laughed at a joke someone told. 'This is tough! I gotta keep control here! Don't screw this up Kyle! You got this!!' I continued to think, psyching myself up to handle the situation without doing anything weird or looking awkward.
The way she so flamboyantly showed off her belly and my chastity key was so hard to handle mentally without getting hard. She knew exactly what she was doing and didn't care who saw the key. The power play, confidence and bit of arrogance to do this in front of our neighbors was crazy sexy to me.
It got harder a few minutes later when Claire, who lived at the house, came out with her 6 year old boy and her 10 year old girl. The girl, Tiffany, was the type of kid who did not know a stranger, was super social, and never had much of a filter. She did not help me out:
"Britney is that a key on your belly ring? What does it go to? It makes a super cute belly ring! Mom: look!" she continued, pointing it out to the group as if they all had not noticed the pretty girl's bare belly on their own. "Mom: I want a key on a belly ring! When can I do that? Mom. MOM!!"
"Tiff!" Claire said as she put a calming hand on her daughter's shoulder. "First, don't point. If you want to know more about something, ask politely."
'Damn it, Claire!!' I thought. 'Why couldn't you shut this down and tell her not to be rude.'
Instead, little Tiffany calmed herself and politely pressed with her question. This drew everyone's gaze to Brit's belly.
"Well sweetie I'm not sure what it goes too? I have had it forever, and it was on a necklace I got at some second hand pawn shop back in high school. I remember the store, but I'm not sure I remember where it was?. The necklace broke, but I always thought the key was a super cute piece of jewelry, so I put it on this belly chain."
"But what does it GO to? A lock or a door or what?" Tiff continued, stressing the word "go" for effect. She was killing me, now Brit was playing with the dangling chain and rubbing the key with her fingers.
"Well, I'm sure it went to something very important at one point, but it's just a key now. I'm glad you think it's cute, I think it's cute too! What do the rest of you guys think? Do you all like it?" Brit said as she looked at everyone.
When it was my turn to talk, I had to answer. I ended up quickly saying "Yeah, it is pretty cute. I've never seen keys worn as jewelry." while praying to God it didn't sound awkward.
The conversation about Brit's belly chain and my chastity key went on for a few more minutes as Tiff was apparently enthralled with it and my dick was hell bent on staring at the sky. The pressure and pain stuck around despite my best efforts to focus on other things, but it was too much with everyone talking about her belly chain, looking at her belly chain, and her playing with the key. It also didn't help that she had on skin tight khaki capri pants and flip flops that really accentuated her bare feet and freshly painted blue toenails.
God finally took mercy on me as another kid came into view and Tiff ran off to play.
It took quite a bit of will power to keep a hard on down even after the conversation moved away from Brit's sexy abs and the key to my torment.
That gathering at the neighbors was roughly 45 minutes of hell: trying to be normal and social while my dick raged to break free from it's cage and super sexy Brit looking super sexy with my key on her bare belly getting stared at and talked about by everyone. I breathed a huge sigh of relief when someone announced they were leaving and Jess echoed them so we could walk home.
"How was that babe?" she asked as we got home and closed the front door. "was that hard on your...." She asked, trailing off with her question while looking at my crotch as she asked.
"Oh God it was awful! Tiff.... Why couldn't you just let it go? You're a great kid but you were killing me!"
"It wasn't her fault..." Jess said as she stuck up for Tiff and reassured me that it was probably about over for me. We talked about it openly, or as openly as I could since it was such a personal thing, and I was ready for Brit to ease up and take this goddam thing off. Suddenly, and out of nowhere, I was getting pissed off at the whole situation.
As our conversation about my chastity and my struggle with my sentence (Jess laughed out loud the first time I referred to this chastity as "my sentence") was winding down naturally, Jess's phone buzzed with a text.
"It's Brit! She wants up to come over!"
"She gonna take it off? What did she SAY?" I almost shouted at her.
"Easy." Jess said calmly, seeing my frustration saray escort come out in her direction. "You are yelling at me."
"Sorry, its just..... I didn't...."
"It's ok," Jess said reassuringly, touching my shoulder, "but it only says "want to come over", nothing else. I'm texting back "yeah what time" Jess continued calmly and matter of factly.
"She says "Now or as soon as you can. Bring that envelope". Want to go now?" Jess relayed the message.
"Now! I'm gonna sprint!" I joked as I ran to the living room for the key, still in the envelope, and stuffed it in my back pocket. I started towards the door without waiting for her to talk or debate the issue.
I walked fast yet quietly. People were still out, I didn't need to attract any attention from a neighbor we knew. Jess tried to keep up but was 25 feet behind me when I stopped at Brit's gate.
"Come on hon, she waiting!" I said anxiously.
"Coming! I know your excited, but whisper!" she said in a harsh whisper as she caught up.
I realized anyone in their backyard could have heard me, but at that moment I realized I didn't care. I had to get inside and get this stupid chastity device off. I prayed silently that Brit would take it off, I am pretty sure I could not endure a night spent playing with her with it on.
I then realized she said very clearly I couldn't ask for it to be taken off.
'This could be interesting.... Please for God's sake take it off Brit!' I thought as we walked through the yard to the back door.
Brit let us in, and she was wearing a robe with what looked like a sports bra top showing around her neck and upper chest. I also saw the necklace tucked into the bra in a gap right above her tits. I hoped to God my key was on that necklace and hidden in her fantastic cleavage.
She welcomed us, we small talked as we walked to the basement where we always wrestled. We all sat on the couch like friends, then she looked at me and got to the point:
"Puppy: do you want the chastity device removed?" she said as she pulled the key out of her cleavage and swung it back and forth in front of her boobs without taking the necklace off.
"Hell ye... wait!"
I started to answer but stopped myself.
'Is this a trick? Is she testing me?' I thought as I decided what to say next.
"Can I answer this without it sounding like asking for it to get taken off? Is this a trick?" I asked, trying to strategically use my words.
They both laughed. I did not. I was dying inside.
"No puppy, no trick. Do you want it off or do you want to wear it another few days?"
"I want it off please. Please I want it off. Please." I tried to say as calmly as I could.
"Ok. Strip!"
I stripped as fast as I ever had. The whole walk down I was staring at her ass through the robe and my dick was straining against the plastic cage. As I stripped she took off the necklace and casually swung it around her index finger. She laughed as she saw my caged dick.
"I hope you remembered the envelope?"
"Damn.... I said as I grabbed my jeans and fished out the envelope.
"Thank you, puppy." She replied as she inspected it. "I trust you haven't cheated?"
"No Master."
She carefully inspected it before she was satisfied. She then tapped the mat in front of her with her foot and waved me over with that one finger wave of her index finger.
"Here. Stand." she added, making it clear she wanted me to stand in front of her. I did without question.
She started tapping the cage with her fingernail, making it sway back and forth. She the grabbed my balls gently and tickled them slightly.
"The tape on the lock is a nice touch, was it clicking when you walked?"
"Yes Master." I stuttered through the overwhelming sensations I was feeling.
It was glorious torture. My dick was already straining, now she was staring at my cock and tickling my balls all while holding the key in her hand. I was a uniquely painful moment. I whimpered when the stress and mental anguish paired with the pain in my dick became unbearable.
"Sorry puppy, I'm torturing you, aren't I?" she said as she looked up at me. "OK, you have suffered enough."
She grabbed my entire package more firmly, her big hand and long fingers wrapping all around the cage and my balls. She unlocked the little lock and quickly and efficiently took it off. She had to press down on the cage, painfully forcing my dick down against its will, to undo the cage from the ring around my balls. Once she did she pulled the cage quickly off my dick and it stood at full attention in about 2 seconds flat.
I sighed a huge sigh of glorious relief! It was an amazing feeling to be released and feel my dick actually get hard again. It had been four full days since my last boner, which was during a blow job from Brit on Saturday night.
I looked down at my dick and instinctively grabbed it gently. I gave it a quick stroke with hand, again, almost as a reflex, before Brit smacked my hand sarıkamış escort away and looked up at me and shook her head.
I let go of my cock and she looked back down at it.
"Now,....that's going to be a problem." She said.
"Problem?" Jess and I both said at the same time.
"Jinx pets! Suck my ass!" She exclaimed with clapping her hands. "I don't drink coke, so you have to suck my ass for that!"
"Gladly Master. Anything Master. What's the problem?" I said quickly, not waiting for a reply.
"That ring has to come off and this is..... an issue." She said as she tapped the head of my rock hard cock with her indexing finger, making it bounce up and down in the process.
"What now?" I blurted out.
"May I?" Brit said as turned and looked at Jess.
'May you what?' I thought as Jess was silent for a moment.
"May you.... What?" Jess replied uncertainly, vocalizing my thought.
Brit looked up at me, licked her upper lip seductively and smiled a naughty smile. She then turned to Jess and said:
"What? This!"
Without waiting for an answer she ducked her head down and put a long, slow, flat tongued lick right on the underside of my dick. She flicked her tongue when she got to the end of the head, making my cock bounce up and down again.
"wwhhaaa ooooohhhhhh aaaaaahahhh....." I moaned incoherently as I almost melted into the mat.
It was incredible. My dick hadn't been toughed in four days: it was insanely sensitive to her wet tongue and I thought I was going to cum right then and there. Honestly, that's the truth, and I'm not ashamed to say it: I was ready to cum from a single lick of my dick.
'What has chastity done to me?!' I thought. "That was almost as good as any sex I've ever had! Oh my freaking God man....'
Jess brought me out of my thoughts when she replied to Brit:
"You mean you want to go down on him? Like, now?" she said uncertainly.
"Well one of us needs to." She replied. "I also think he has earned it. And yeah, I want to but he's your hubby so you get to make the call. I haven't touched a penis since I sucked him dry Saturday, I'd like to blow him now but only if you are ok with it."
"Well... ok."
"Thanks little slut! You're the best!" she exclaimed excitedly "This should only take a second!"
"Back puppy." She commanded. I took two steps back.
She stood, shrugged off the robe confirming the sports bra. It was light blue and black while showing plenty of cleavage and it was paired with short light blue spandex shorts with a black pattern on them. I then noticed her toenails were also light blue.
She took one step forward, knelt down, grabbed my hips with both hands and took my in her mouth without using her hands.
"boooooaaaaaaahhhhhhh....." I moaned. The sensation was incredible after four days of zero contact. It was amazing the intensity of the feeling. My whole body shuddered as she sucked my dick and licked all over the head.
She took one hand and started tickling the bottom of my ball sack and that was it. That was all I could handle. It was going to be a record blow job for me. I tried to focus on something else, but it was no use.
I squealed and moaned as she wrapped one long arm around my ass and started trying to stick her finger in my asshole. All four fingers pried their way into my ass crack while she sucked and slobbered on my dick. Once one fingertip reached the rim of my asshole it was over. My body quivered as I blurted out "here it comes!"
I came into her mouth as I let out a huge moan of absolute pleasure, relief, and release. It was a moment of glory I would never forget.
I filled her mouth with a four day backlog of cum and she gagged subtly. I was worried she was going to spit it out and all over my crotch, but her hand went to cover her mouth and she steadied herself. She then looked over at Jess as she turned up to look at me. She stood, wrapped those long arms around my neck, looked down into my eyes, and swallowed every bit.
She proved it by opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out flat to show her mouth was empty.
She then turned my body and pushed me down to a seated position on the couch. She then asked Jess to rise with a wave of her hands and spoke:
"Ok pets, I'm going to wash my hands and get a drink of water. I trust you know what next, little slut? Are you ready for me?"
"Yes Domina, I think I'm ready."
Brit clapped in approval and they both left me alone, naked, on the couch. I got up and put my pants back on, then sat back down. I started to wonder what Jess was ready for when Brit came back with a video camera and wearing more than just her spandex and sports bra. She had not changed clothes, but now she had on these little black ankle braces that came down to the middle of her foot, leaving her toes exposed. She also had on soft, black, knee and elbow braces and black fingerless gloves. Her hair was now tied back into two long braids behind each of her ears. She almost looked like she put on body armor, it made her look very intimidating. Jess came out a minute later in a bikini I had never seen: it was bright white and held on her sexy little body by strings tying at her hips and behind her neck and back. She also had this mostly see through white coverup wrapped around her waist and coming down to her knees. It was incredibly sexy.