The Smut Writer 3 - Katy's Chastity Slave

“You know what’s going to happen next, don’t you?”

“Yes, Katy.” Alex’s body lay stiff beneath her, stretched out on the bed as though on a rack of agonizing bliss. His shoulders heaved, the muscles in his arms bunching like rope, but Katy’s knots held. The panties she had used to tie him to the bed warped and stretched, but held. Katy lay beside him, half on top of him, her weight pinning his legs to the mattress. His cock was the freest part of him, jumping and twitching in the air between them as she smiled up at him. His hot shaft glistened with her saliva, her soft, plump lips parted as she grinned at her helpless captive. She couldn’t stop smiling, swept up in her own sense of limitless power.

And he never wanted her to.

Her smile, her glowing gray eyes, her inviting lips - it was all too much, and yet he never wanted it to end. He longed for this heavy pressure to be released, and yet he wanted it to continue forever. There was something inside Alex that needed these extremes, that dreaded the lukewarm flatness of the quotidian world and sought refuge where the shadows were darkest. There was - though he would never put it this way - some wild unspoken belief in him that things could be pushed further, taken beyond mere sex into realms of pure fantasy and ecstasy. And even if he would never have put it in those words, he could see the promise of a darker, purer world in Katy’s granite-hued eyes, every time she smiled at him.

“I’m going to lock up this cock,” she said slowly. As though he didn’t know it all too well himself.

From the day they met, all those months ago at a bar Alex had been reluctant to go to in the first place, she had wielded the most outrageous power over him. But thanks to her discovery of the locking chastity device, her power now was unparalleled. He couldn’t cheat on her - not that he ever would. He couldn’t even touch himself to relieve the sexual pressure created by her remorseless teasing. She controlled his sexual release, granting or withholding it as she saw fit. And the humiliation of her holding this power over him only added to Alex’s predicament. Being controlled, being owned by her was a thrill like no other. No, he never wanted it to stop. Even when the fear of her made him tremble. No; especially then.