On getting home from Jessica's friend, Mandy, I immediately changed out of her ex-boyfriend's clothes and put some of my own on. That evening, I was still in a state of shock yet buzzing with excitement. I found it hard to believe that Mandy, on our first meeting, had allowed me to pleasure her using a dildo gag. What's more, she had had no issues with me seeing her naked or touching her.

Needless to say, she had sworn me to secrecy, not that I had the slightest intention of letting on to Jessica what had happened—I'm not totally stupid!

I was still going over the occasion in my mind when Jessica dropped me a text, suggesting I come around for a drink. So, a few minutes later, I was sitting alongside her on her sofa. She had only shortly got back from college and was dressed casually, but elegantly, in blue jeans and a crisp white shirt. Beneath the shirt, I spotted the outline of a white bra, and I couldn't help but think it was one of those I had laundered for her the previous day. I felt a twinge within my chastity cage.

She gave me a beer and, almost robotically, I passed her a £10 note in payment. “Cheers, Frank,” she said, smiling, and we chinked bottles.

“Did Mandy come to see you earlier?” she enquired.

“Yes... yes, she did!” I replied. “I had to go around and shift stuff out of her loft.”

“That was sweet of you, Frank. Good boy.”

“Hmm... she said you'd put me forward to help her, Miss?”

“Did she?!” she snorted, with a giggle. “I might have said that you're very willing, but I didn't go as far as volunteering your services. I suppose that explains why you've not finished the gardening today, despite the gorgeous weather.”

“Yes, sorry... I was at Mandy's for longer than I expected.” I wondered if my face was becoming flushed.

“Were you?” she replied, her eyes quizzically raised as if she suspected something might have delayed me but was unsure what. “Mandy can be quite demanding. She struggles to take 'no' for an answer. Did you find that, darling?”

“Hmm... yes, she knows her own mind.”

“She usually gets what she wants, Frank. She can quickly spot someone's weakness and exploit it. As college nurse, she soon sorts out the girls who are genuinely ill from those who are faking it. She can see right through people!”

I felt it was time to change the subject. “I'm... I'm sorry about what happened yesterday, Miss,” I ventured.

“Eh?”

“Well... you know... when the blindfold slipped and I saw your... er... private bits.”

“Oh, gosh,” she laughed, “I told you that it wasn't your fault. And you can call it what it is, Frank. It's my pussy!”

I felt myself redden, while simultaneously my penis attempted to engorge. “Let me hear you say the word, Frank... come on!”

“Erm... pussy... your pussy, Miss.”

“That wasn't so hard to say, was it?”

“No, I suppose not. But I should have had more willpower and closed my eyes when the blindfold slipped.”

“You're a man, Frank. Like all men, you have a strong sex drive. You wouldn't have had the willpower to shut your eyes... or resist sex if it were offered to you with no strings attached...”

Did she suspect something?

“Er... well...” I was getting flustered, and she was aware of it.

“Naturally, that's one of the reasons I keep you locked up!”

I again attempted to redirect the conversation. “But you don't like men seeing your... erm... pussy, Miss.”

“No! At least not submissive men, darling. And we're both agreed that you're submissive.”

“Have many men seen it, Miss?” I asked. Possibly, I was going a step too far, but I was intrigued to discover more.

“Well, now you mention it... you're the first, Frank!”

“What?” I was struggling to understand the significance of this revelation.

“I only date men whom I suspect have submissive tendencies, darling. If I find I'm wrong, then I quickly dump them.”

“Oh!”

“I've not dumped you, darling...”

“Er... no... but we're not dating... are we?”

“I don't see why you shouldn't take me out to dinner, Frank. Tomorrow night?”

I was flabbergasted by yet a further change in direction of our relationship. “Er... yes, yes, of course, Miss! I'd like nothing better. Thank you.”

oooOOooo

The next evening, the two of us visited a pub for a meal, and I was a little concerned that it was not far from where Mandy lived. Jessica was wearing a pair of white trousers topped with a pink cashmere sweater. Both clung to her body, accentuating her fit figure. I was also dressed smartly, but I was no match for her.

I was nervous about how the evening would go. Sure, she had implied it was a date, but it was not a proper date between equals. This was brought home to me as I opened the passenger door of my car for her to get in. She looked up at me from her seat and whispered, “I trust you're wearing your Wednesday knickers, Frank.”

I blushed and nodded to confirm I was. “Then pull your zip down, so I can check. Come on, no one can see.”

She was right. Positioned as I was, it was impossible for anyone else to know what I was doing, yet it was extraordinarily embarrassing to have to unzip my jeans for her to inspect my choice of underwear. She glanced down for a second or so, before saying, “Good boy, Frank. Now get in the driver's seat, or we'll be late.”

As I drove the few miles, I knew there was something I needed to resolve. “I... I don't need to call you 'Miss', do I?”

“No, Frank, not unless you want to embarrass me in public. You may call me Jessica.”

“Phew... thank you, Jessica,” I replied.

“We're not there yet, Frank!”

“Oh, sorry... Miss.”

oooOOooo

We had just finished the main course, when I noticed Jessica looking over my shoulder. The expression on her face set an alarm bell sounding in my head.

“Crumbs,” she whispered, “It's Mandy... What's she doing here?”

“Hello, Jess, hello Frank,” announced Mandy, who had spotted us from the other side of the room. “I didn't expect to see you two at my local.”

“Er... no, it was a spur of the moment thing, Mandy. I didn't know it was your local. Why don't you join us for a drink? Frank, find a chair for Mandy, please.”

I did what I was told and soon the three of us were seated together.

“Did Frank do a good job for you yesterday, Mandy?” Jessica asked.

“Wow! I couldn't believe how good he was, Jess. But he did get himself into a damn mess. He got grease and oil all over himself! He went home wearing my ex-boyfriend's clothes,” Mandy explained, grinning.

“Really?” asked Jessica, her antenna twitching.

“Er... yes!” replied Mandy, hesitantly, as her brain tried to work out whether or not she was entering dangerous waters.

“So... he had to get changed, then?”

“Erm... yes! But.... but in the bathroom, obviously. Full decorum was maintained at all times!” clarified Mandy, thinking quickly on her feet while sounding a little nervous.

“Right, okay...” replied Jessica, seemingly relieved to think that Mandy had seen neither my panties nor my chastity cage.

“I washed your jeans and T-shirt, Frank,” Mandy went on to say. “Would you like to pop around tomorrow to pick them up? There's another job I'd like you to do.” She turned to Jessica, “Is that okay, Jess?”

“Yeah... of course. If there's anything you want doing, then Frank's your man, Mandy,” declared Jessica. Then, almost as an afterthought, adding, “Within reason, of course!”

“It's... it's just that you and he are in a relationship and I don't want to intrude. You are in a relationship, aren't you?” she asked. She already knew something of our relationship from my conversation with her the previous day, but she wanted to hear it from Jessica's point of view.

“Yes, I told you before that we are.”

“Yes, but what sort—”

“Gosh! Look at the time, Frank. We need to be gone.”

“Oh, okay! I'll see you tomorrow, Frank. Two o'clock?”

I nodded my agreement, wondering what task she had in mind.

oooOOooo

The following day, Thursday, I spent the morning attending to Jessica's garden. Then, at around lunchtime, a text appeared from Mandy.

Mandy: “Are you able to borrow the key?”

She was apparently asking if I could somehow borrow the key to my chastity device. The key that Jessica kept attached to a chain around her neck at all times.

Me: “Impossible!”

Mandy: “Miss!!!”

Me: “Sorry. Impossible, Miss!”

Mandy: “Have you tried other keys?”

Me: “No!!”

Mandy: “Miss!!”

Me: “No, Miss!”

Mandy: “Never mind! We will improvise. See you soon!”

I felt my penis swelling and pushing against the unyielding steel bars of its cage as I pondered the implications of what Mandy might have been suggesting.

oooOOooo

At 2 PM sharp, I arrived at Mandy's house, having luckily remembered the way there. She welcomed me inside and wasted no time in instructing me to go upstairs to her bedroom.

I went first, with her following, she cheekily pinching my bottom a couple of times on the way.

“What is you need doing, Miss?” I asked.

“Strip off,” she ordered. “Look lively!”

“Sorry?! Is that a good idea, Miss?” I queried.

“Can't think of a better one,” she replied, smiling. “Get undressed... or do I need to undress you?”

“I don't like being unfaithful to Jessica, I mean Miss Fulford... Miss!”

She smiled at me. “Look,” she explained. “In the pub last night, she said if there was anything I wanted doing, then you were the man to do it!”

“Well, yes, but I don't think she meant this! And she did say within reason!”

“This seems very reasonable to me,” she smirked. “Anyway, you're not exactly being unfaithful are you, Frank? It would be different if you were able to insert your dick inside me. But you can't do that, so all you're doing is providing a service. Miss Fulford surely wouldn't begrudge you doing that!”

“What? Are you saying I should tell her?”

“Er... no, I wouldn't go quite that far, Frank. But we're not having an affair, are we? You're just... well, just helping me out, that's all. Now get undressed, like I told you.”

Despite my reservations, I proceeded to strip off, watching as she did the same. Soon we were standing, facing one another, both in our undies. By coincidence, we were both wearing lilac. “Snap!” she joked. “Take them off,” she added, as she unhooked her bra and slipped out of her panties.

My penis had already expanded to fill the small space available, and I was in considerable discomfort which she seemed blissfully unaware of—or was choosing to ignore.

“Good as your tongue was, Frank, I have to be fucked if I'm to climax, so I thought this would be good fun!”

She reached for something that was hidden under the bed. It was long, wide and pink, with straps, and it took me a few moments to realise it wasn't a dildo gag but a strap-on harness, which she proceeded to buckle securely around my waist.

I looked down at this enormous erection protruding from just above my caged penis, which, envious of the interloper, was struggling to demonstrate it, too, could stand erect—except it couldn't, of course.

Mandy lay back on the bed. “Come on, Frank! Use your tongue to get me worked up and then fuck me.”

I was simultaneously highly aroused, yet also very uncomfortable with what Jessica would make of this. Getting down on my knees, I proceeded to worship her pussy with my mouth, toying with her labia, flicking her clit and exploring her vagina. Meanwhile, my hands were free to fondle her thighs and abdomen. What I wouldn't have given to be free of my cage at that moment.

Looking at her, from my kneeling position, I could see she was caressing her breasts and playing with her nipples, which were standing proudly erect. It wasn't long before she was squirming and writhing, and then she grabbed the back of my head, grinding my face into her vulva. Her breathing was becoming laboured and suddenly she screamed, “Fuck me, Frank! Fuck me!”

I changed my position, and she helped me insert the artificial penis into her love canal. It felt so strange, as my hips made intimate contact with hers, yet my real penis was left without a job to do.

I began gently thrusting backwards and forwards, supporting my bodyweight on my elbows. My mouth met hers, and we engaged in French kissing. She was becoming more excited, as the force and frequency of my pounding increased. Her arms were wrapped tightly around my back, and I sensed she was getting close to climaxing. So powerful was the build-up that I was able to switch off the pain emanating from my restrained penis. For a few moments, it felt like I was really making love to this beautiful young lady.

“We... we... come... together!” she gasped, a second or so before her body shuddered and bucked. We held tightly on to one another, and I did my best to fake an orgasm, synchronised with hers.

It took a while for her to descend from her high. As she did, so the endorphins that allowed me to ignore my own throbbing switched off and the pain returned.

I levered myself off her and, for a few minutes, we lay side-by-side on her bed, each of us replaying the experience in our minds. She was still breathing heavily, and it was a couple of minutes before she could speak.

“Fucking... hell!” she spluttered. “For an old man... you're bloody brilliant.”

She moved, so she now lay on top of me, and once more her tongue burrowed into my mouth while my hands explored her body.

For several minutes, we kissed, and then she pulled away. “You'd better go, Frank,” she said, softly.

“Right,” I replied, “So there was no job you wanted doing?”

“Only the one job, and you've done it! Get dressed and go home. I'll call you when I want you again.”

“Er... okay, thank you... Miss.”

In a state of almost disbelief, I made my way home, trusting that Jessica never found out what we had been up to.