For the second night running, my sleep was disturbed by my encounters with Jessica. On consecutive days, she had required me to pleasure her with my mouth, and, on the second occasion, the blindfold had slipped, and I had seen her gorgeous pussy for the first time. She had not been pleased but absolved me from blame, despite telling me I should have shut my eyes. Nonetheless, I didn't get the impression that she wished me to ever see it again. Fortunately, the image was etched in my mind, and I had no intention of ever forgetting what I had seen.

oooOOooo

The next morning, I was up later than usual. It looked to be a fine day, so ideal for attending to Jessica's garden. It was school holidays—she was still going into the college every day but was now casually dressed, with no students to impress.

I watched out of the window as she walked down her drive. She turned to see if I was looking and, when she saw me, she smiled and blew me a kiss. I found the gesture touching. Sometimes, it seemed that I was not in a submissive relationship with her, but a painful twinge inside my cage made me remember that I was.

After breakfast, I made my way to her garden, through the gate in the fence, and began work. There was the grass to cut, weeds to be removed from flower beds and hedges to be trimmed.

I'd been working for a couple of hours when a sixth sense told me I was being watched. I swivelled around and standing at the back of the house was an attractive blonde in her mid-twenties, so of similar age to Jessica. She was dressed in jeans and a black top, both of which gripped her tightly, emphasising her fit figure.

“Hi!” she said, as I turned to look at her. “I came through the side gate. I'm Mandy!” She spoke assertively, and with a local dialect, very unlike Jessica's plummy accent.

“Er... right... I'm Frank. How can I help you?”

“Oh... did Jess not tell you? Aren't you expecting me?” I shook my head in puzzlement, so she continued, “I'm a friend of hers and I work with her—I'm the college nurse. She said you do odd jobs and you'd be happy to help me.”

“Erm... sorry, she's not mentioned you.”

“Really?! Are you telling the truth? She told me a lot about you, Frank,” she remarked, a look of suspicion on her face.

“I see,” I replied, for want of anything better to say. What had Jessica told her?

“Yes, so you need to stop what you're doing and come with me, Frank.”

“What? Right now?”

“Yes! That's what Jessica would want you to do. I've just moved into a new house and the cretin who lived there before has left the loft full of junk. I need it cleared out and Jess said that's exactly the sort of thing you are capable of doing. It all needs to go to the council's recycling dump. So, come on! Look lively. We'll take your car.”

As this seemed to have been agreed with Jessica, it appeared I had no choice but to comply.

oooOOooo

A few minutes later we were on our way. Mandy lived the other side of town but gave me turn-by-turn directions as we drove along.

I took the opportunity in a pause in her delivery of instructions to seek more information from her. “What did... er... Jessica tell you about me?” I asked, diffidently.

“She said you two were in a relationship, but she refused to say more, except that it wasn't a normal relationship. So, what did she mean by that?”

She'd turned the tables on me! Now she was quizzing me!

“Hmm... I don't know. Perhaps she was pointing to the age difference. I'm a lot older than her.”

“Obviously!” she snorted. “If you don't mind me saying, you must be old enough to be her father, Frank. Turn left at this roundabout!”

“Yes, I'm a lot older, but we're good friends, Mandy.”

“So, is it just platonic, or do you have sex?”

“Wow! What sort of question is that?”

“I'm interested, that's all. So, what is it? Hang on—turn right here!”

“Did you ask Jessica?”

“Yes, I did! She gave me a coy smile, so I'm guessing you have sex. Am I right?”

“I don't think Jessica would want me to discuss our personal relationship with a third party, Mandy.”

“Hmm... maybe not, but we are good friends. She said you like to please her. What did she mean by that?”

“Yes, I like to please people.”

“Please everyone, or just women... perhaps just younger women. And how exactly do you please them? Hold on! Take the next right!”

“Er...”

“Stop!! This is my place.” I breathed a sigh of relief that there was going to be a break in my interrogation.

oooOOooo

Mandy led the way into her house, and then proceeded up the stairs, with me following. On the landing I could see an open trap door in the ceiling, and against the wall was a pair of step ladders, on which sat a pair of heavy-duty gloves.

“Put those gloves on and then up you go, Frank!” she commanded. “I want everything in the loft removed and taken downstairs and put outside the front door.”

“Er... are you going to help?”

“I'd only get in the way. It's best you get on and do it yourself. Shout if you need anything.” With that, she disappeared downstairs at lightning speed.

I set up the ladder and ventured into the loft. Luckily, there was a light inside which illuminated the space to reveal what looked like rubbish, as she had explained. In fact, there wasn't as much as I feared but, what there was, appeared to be heavy and seemed to be engine parts. I suspected that the previous owner had dabbled in mechanics and stored stuff in the loft in case it might, one day, come in handy—which it hadn't!

I began to shift it, but it was dirty work. Cobwebs were hanging down and grime covered everything. And, as well as being dirty, the stuff was oily and greasy. Its previous owner had no intention of the metal ever going rusty.

Despite the amount not being large, the items were heavy, so numerous journeys were needed to get the stuff down and piled up outside. By the time I'd finished, I was covered in dirt and grease, as well as sweating. I was a mess!

oooOOooo

I reported back to Mandy, to tell her I'd completed stage one. Standing in her hallway, I saw she was sitting in the lounge, scrolling through her phone. On seeing me, she screeched, “Good grief!! How could anyone get into such a state moving a bit of stuff out of a loft?”

“It was dirty and greasy,” I explained. “I would have changed into older clothes, had I known.”

I tried to suppress my sarcasm, but she gave me a mistrustful look. “Well, we can't turn the clock back. Get it all loaded into your car and take it to be recycled. Then come back here so you can take me back to Jess's place to pick up my car.”

I couldn't believe how bossy she was and, had she not been so attractive, as well as being a friend of Jessica's, I might have made a fuss. But, instead, I did what she asked—or, rather, ordered!

oooOOooo

Half-an-hour later I was back at her house. She called me inside and produced a clean pair of jeans and a T-shirt. “You're a damn mess, so put these on. They belonged to my old boyfriend, and they'll fit you.”

“Er... yeah, okay. I'll go up to the bathroom to—”

“For crying out loud! Do you not think I've never seen a man in his underwear. Strip off here and I'll pop your stuff in the washing machine. Then I'll make you a coffee.”

“No... it... it... wouldn't be right, Mandy.”

“For crying out loud, do as you're told!” she hissed. “I'm a bloody nurse. Do you think you've got something I've not seen?” Before I could say anything, she stepped forward, undid the top button of my jeans, pulled down the zip and yanked the jeans down.

Instinctively, I placed my hands in front of the powder blue cotton panties I was wearing.

For the first time, she was speechless. “What— Er—” Her brow was furrowed and her eyes screwed up as she tried to process what she was seeing.

“Uh?! You're wearing knickers, aren't you?” she exclaimed, stating the blindingly obvious.

“Er...”

“Take your hands out of the way! Now!” Reluctantly, but feeling I had no choice, I did what she asked. “My God! Are... are those Jess's knickers?”

“No! They're mine,” I replied, adamantly. “Hers wouldn't fit me,” I added, unnecessarily.

“No, of course they wouldn't! Hmm... does she know you wear them?”

“Yes... yes, she does.” By now I was bright scarlet.

Mandy said nothing for several seconds as she tried to make sense of what she was hearing. Then her face lit up as the penny dropped. “It wasn't your idea to wear them, was it?” she asked, smiling.

“Er... no... it was Jessica's idea. She bought them for me, if you must know.”

“Oooh! I like what I'm hearing, Frank!” She began looking more intently at the panties, emblazoned as they were with the word “Tuesday”. But what she was concentrating on wasn't the word, but the outline of my chastity cage. “What the fuck are you wearing underneath? Is it... is it what I think it is?”

“Er...”

“Pull your knickers down. I want to see.” I hesitated, just for a second or so, but long enough for her to take a threatening step towards me.

“Okay, okay,” I meekly replied, as I pulled them down. A smile broke out across her face. “Yes!! You're wearing a chastity cage. I knew it! Now, it's making sense. Jessica is your keyholder, isn't she?”

“Er... yes.” I'm sure my face was now burning.

“And she makes you wear panties! Oh, wow! Now I can see why she said you were not in a normal relationship. This is so cool, Frank!”

“Er...”

“Now I know you've not stolen her undies I'm totally relaxed about it, Frank. I'm not one to judge others. Each to their own, I say.”

Relaxed wasn't the word for it. She was bubbling over with excitement. It was worrying how enthusiastic she had suddenly become. “I once had a boyfriend who owned one of those cages, but he wouldn't let me look after the key—I dumped the selfish bastard,” she giggled. “Jess is so lucky! How often does she unlock you?”

“Not... not very often, but I've not worn it for very long.”

“Do you get to fuck her?”

“If you mean impregnate her, then no. I don't think that will ever happen. It's... it's not that sort of relationship.”

“Do you pleasure her in any way?”

“Sorry... this is getting too personal, Mandy.”

She snorted, “Listen to yourself! You're standing there with your willy locked up, wearing panties, and suddenly you've become all shy. Tell me, how do you pleasure her?”

“Er... I've used my mouth a couple of times. She likes that.”

“My God, I can understand that. I'm getting wet just thinking of it. Are you good with your mouth?”

“Hmm... Jessica thinks I am, so I suppose so.”

“Is that what you call her? Jessica?”

“Er... no, she expects me to call her 'Miss'.”

“Quite right! So, you can call me that as well. Understood?”

“Yes... er... Miss.”

“I want you to demonstrate your oral skills on me, Frank. Show me if you're as good as you seem to think you are.”

“No! I couldn't... Miss. It would be disloyal of me. And... and it could destroy your friendship with Jess—Miss Fulford.”

“How would she find out? I wouldn't tell her. Would you?”

“Er... no, but—”

“Come upstairs. Now!!”

She led the way up the stairs and into her bedroom, which was strewn with cardboard boxes, some still sealed and some opened, but all bearing descriptions. One box was labelled “Bastard's clothes”, which I took to be some possessions of her former boyfriend, possibly the owner of a chastity device. No doubt, this is where the jeans and T-shirt had come from.

As I turned to face her, I saw she was getting undressed. She displayed none of the modesty that Jessica showed and very quickly she was standing in front of me wearing nothing more than a lacy black bra and a skimpy pair of black panties. She reached behind her and unclipped her bra, allowing her shapely breasts to fall free. Then she whipped off her panties, before falling back on the bed.

“Come on!” she screeched. “Show me what you can do! Impress me!”

Seeing her shapely body, my penis almost instantly became as engorged as it could possibly be within the constraints of my chastity device. The pain was becoming unbearable.

“No, I—” I began.

“I'm not asking, I'm telling you. Get to work. Now!!”

I was on the horns of a dilemma. I was being unfaithful to Jessica, and I knew that as Mandy didn't have the key there could not possibly be any relief for me at the end. Yet, something was driving me to obey Mandy's demands.

“I'm waiting,” she urged. “I'm not the most patient of people so get a bloody move on!”

I stared down at her for a few seconds and saw her bush was neatly trimmed, much like Jessica's, and her pussy was glistening. Dismissing my reservations, I went down on her, my mouth encompassing her lips, and my tongue exploring the folds. She tasted differently to Jessica but was still heavenly. My penis continued throbbing inside its prison, but I was prepared to suffer.

While my mouth explored her pussy, my hands caressed the warm skin of her abdomen. She began squirming and wriggling, and her vocalisations alternated between encouragement and admonishment. This went on for many minutes. Clearly, she was enjoying my attention, but appeared to be getting no closer to reaching the point of no return.

Suddenly, she yelled out, “Stop! This is not working. I need to be fucked.”

I backed off and she sat up, levering herself off the bed. “Sorry,” I muttered, disappointed that I had failed.

“Stay where you are,” she ordered. “Don't move!”

She went over to one of her sealed packing boxes and tore it open, delving inside, looking for something. Things were getting tossed out as she desperately sought what she was seeking. “Got it!” she shouted, triumphantly.

From the corner of my eye, I couldn't see what she had, except it was black and had straps. “Open wide!” she demanded, standing behind me.

Instinctively, I did as she asked and felt something being pushed into my mouth. A strap was then pulled tight around my head. It took just a few seconds to realise I was wearing a dildo gag. Looking through crossed-eyes, I could see that protruding from my mouth was a realistic looking erection, wide and long.

“Fuck me, Frank,” she squealed, throwing herself back on the bed. No lubrication was needed—she had naturally produced all that was required, aided by my saliva. Nimbly, she guided the black penis into her vagina before grabbing the back of my head and jerking me back and forth. “Come on,” she cried, “Take me!”

I began thrusting back and forth, pushing into her as deeply as I could. It was uncomfortable for me, but she was responding splendidly, moving her hips back and forth in synchrony with my pounding. Soon, she was struggling to breathe, and her urgency was growing. Then, I detected she was close to climaxing, and I gave it all I could, pushing her over the top. Her back arched, and she screamed obscenities as she rode out her orgasm. It took all my effort to keep the dildo inside her, but, somehow, I managed.

She descended from her high with big gasps. “Bloody hell,” she muttered. “That was... fucking magic.”

I slipped the dildo out from inside her and leant back. “Oh, you poor, poor man,” she mocked. “All locked up and we have no key...”

She beckoned me to lean forward and undid the straps. “Was that good for you?” she asked. “Or just for me?”

It took me a few seconds to get my mouth working again. “It was... exciting but painful... Miss,” I replied.

“You being locked up made it more powerful for me, Frank. Go into the bathroom and clean the dildo gag, while I get dressed,” she commanded.

When I returned, she was again wearing her jeans and black shirt. “Not a word of this to Jessica. You understand, Frank?”

“Yes, I understand. I won't say anything.”

“Good! Because if you do, I'll give her my side, and it won't present you in a good light. Now get dressed and then you can take me back to Jess's place to collect my car.”

I went downstairs and put on her ex-boyfriend's jeans and T-shirt. As she had predicted, they fitted me, albeit tightly.

“I'll give you back your clothes when we next meet, Frank,” she explained. Seeing my worried expression, she added, “You didn't think this was a one off, did you?”

oooOOooo

I drove her back so she could pick up her car. As we made our way, she asked me for my phone number, explaining, “I expect you to be on call, 24/7, Frank. Okay?”

“Er... okay,” I responded, still in a state of shock at how quickly things had developed.

“Miss!” she hissed.

“Sorry... okay, Miss!”

She got out of my car after giving me a kiss on the cheek. “See you soon, Frank!”