The further adventures of Frank and Karen Part 6 [MF] [MM] [BDSM]

“OK Frank when we were in that adult shop I spotted something I wanted.
So later I went back and bought it for you.
Close your eyes and don’t look.” Karen told me.
Touching my cock she took my balls in hand and began to slide them through what felt like a ring.
Seconds later something encased my cock.
It had the feel of cold metal, smooth yet resilient.
It was then that I heard a “click”.
Looking down only to find my mommy daddy bits locked in a chastity cage.
Think of a miniature bird cage that has a bend in it pointing downwards.
My cock completely encased inside.
There was an opening at the tip that would allow me to pee and that’s about all.
If I were to have an erection I think I would be in a bit of pain as it attempted to push its way through the device.

“Ha Ha, that’s very funny, now if you don’t mind please unlock this so we can head to our classes.
I would hate to be late.” I told her.
“Sorry Frank, I’m only going to unlock this later tonight.
Now get dressed so we can get going.” Karen exclaimed.
“How am I supposed to go through the day with this thing locked onto my cock and balls?”
“Oh Frank you’ll do fine, although you might want to skip going to the gym and swimming pool you mentioned the other day.” She said.
“You understand that this is going to cost you.
I’m going to have to find a way to even the score.
I already have a couple of ideas floating around up here.” Pointing to my head.
“Good, I hope so.
After all what fun would this be if it were only one sided?
I expect you to conjure up something that is wickedly diabolical for my turn.” She said with a smile.

An hour later I was sitting in the lecture hall listening to the most boring of professors give a talk on,
blah, blah, blah.
It was impossible to follow his lecture due to the cage that had my cock captured in its stainless steel grip.
It caused me no pain, it just kept me aware of its presence.
The ring that my balls were threaded through could be felt on my inner thighs.
While the cage kept my cock tightly held within its embrace.
Every time I had a thought of Karen my cock wanted to grow.
Every time it began to grow the cage pressed back.
For the rest of the day my mind was focused on my cock.
Around lunch time Karen called me and upped the tension.
This was done by giving me her version of a dirty phone call.
Telling me in graphic details of how she was going to suck my cock for an hour while caged.
Followed by having me fuck her in her bottom while she was taking her dildo deep into her body.
“Karen this isn’t fair, you have me caged and you are setting me up for an explosive climax that I can’t have because of this cage.”

Three hours later, two classes down and one to go I was settling into a kind of funk.
I had long ago gotten used to the cage and was ready to handle the last class when a friend came over to chat.
Barb was a girl I had known since starting this semester.
We had dated for a while and had some good times together.
Some of those times as friends and some as lovers.
Although the lover part was mostly on again off again, with nothing more serious than a good roll in the hay.
Sitting across from each other we made the required “small talk” that filled the empty time.
Barb asked me if I was doing anything later that evening.
“I’ve got the place to myself tonight and I’m feeling lonely.
I would love to have you stop by for some fun and games.” She said.
As if to punctuate her request her leg began to travel up my thigh until it reached its goal, my crotch.
With a sudden jerk back her leg hit the ground.
“Frank, what the hell was that I just felt?
Are you wearing an athletic cup?
It felt like hardened steel!”
SHIT, I had grown so accustomed to my cage I forgot for the moment that it was there.

Barb reached under the table before I could stop her she had her hand on my caged cock.
“Frank what is that thing?
Is it some sort of medical thing?”
Trying to pull her hand away she kept right on feeling the cage.
Again I attempted to push her hand away.
“Frank if you keep pushing me away I am going to scream and then you’ll have to come up with an explanation to more than just me.
While she threatened me her hand was feeling the shape and contours of the cage.
In a flash there was a look of enlightenment spread across her face.
“Frank is that a chastity cage?
I’ve seen them at the Lovers Lane store but I never knew anyone who wore one?
And come to think of it why are you wearing one?”

“Barb, it’s hard to explain.
Suffice it to say I met someone and well think of it as payback for a stunt I made her pull.
And that’s all I can and will say on the subject.
Barb we have been friends for some time I hope you’ll keep this to yourself.
I would hate to be made a laughing stock in front of my friends.”
“Frank I’ll tell you what, if you tell me everything I promise not to burn you.
But you have to tell me everything.
In fact I want to meet this other person.
Look I know we aren’t a couple and the time we spent between the sheets was a “friends with benefits” deal so this isn’t a jealousy thing.
You are a great catch but while we had fun you aren’t my catch, if you get my meaning.
Anyone who could get you to wear that has to be someone very special to you.
I promise I won’t come between you two.
“Barb, I’m heading off to my last class for the day however if we can talk tomorrow I’ll see you between classes around noon here in the cafeteria, how does that sound?” I said.
“OK buster you have a deal.” Barb said.

After class I picked Karen up at the nearby Starbucks.
After drinking two cups of hyper caffeinated tea I was ready to high jump over Niagara Falls.
As we chatted I told her about my run in with Barb.
When I reached the part where Barb had run her hand up to my cock I was afraid she would think I was
going behind her back with someone else.
What I got instead was a gut busting belly laugh.
Loud enough that other patrons stopped and stared.
When finally she managed to get control of herself she had to wipe the tears out of her eyes from laughing so hard.
“Oh my god that is priceless.
How embarrassed you must have been sitting there explaining why you were wearing a chastity cage!
God I wish I had a camera to capture that moment.” She told me.

Leaving the Starbucks we caught the train to the Field Museum.
They had a newly renovated exhibit I was dying to see covering the history of the American Indian tribes of Illinois.
Today being Tuesday the place was virtually empty.
Making our way to the second floor exhibit area we found what I was looking for.
“Wow this place has changed quite a bit since I was here last.
In the old exhibit they never gave credit to the wisdom and ingenuity of those that lived here before we came and ruined everything.” I said.
We stopped at a Pottawatomie long house.
Looking around Karen once again sported a grin I was beginning to recognize.
“Karen, I know that look.
What are you thinking?”
“Come on.” Was all she said.
Taking one last look around she ducked under the ropes that kept people from entering the exhibit we dove into the longhouse and hid behind a corner out of sight.
Before I knew it she had tossed off her clothes and stood there bare assed naked.
“Karen you are going to get us in so much trouble!”
“Oh pooh, the worst that will happen is we get kicked out, big deal.
Now if you don’t mind I would hate to be the only naked person here, so get naked.” She ordered.
So who was I to argue with a naked lady.

OK now there were two naked people in the middle of the museum, in the middle of the day hiding in a museum exhibit.
So what did I do?
I reached out to Karen, took her in my arms and kissed her as deeply as my soul would allow.
This kiss held a promise waiting to unfold.
Tongues intertwined with lips teasing each other we bound ourselves to each other.
Reaching into her jeans that she tossed in the corner she produced a key.
THE KEY, that would unlock my passion.
Reaching down she unlocked my chastity cage.
As the cage fell to the floor my cock exploded outward from my body.
Hours upon hours of denial burst forth in the form of gallons of pre-cum.

Sinking to the floor I slid downward only to spread her legs as I began the slow tease that makes her absolutely insane.
Karen’s thrashing around along with her moans was sure to get us caught.
In an effort to stifle her vocalizations she grabbed her shirt and bit down on the fabric.
While not perfect it did knock down the sound level a bit.
At one point I must have been doing something right because her legs clamped around my head with one hand pulling me tighter to her.
Her other hand was beating upon my back every time I hit the right spot.
Mid lick we heard footsteps in the hallway outside the long house.
Putting my hand over Karen’s mouth I continued torturing her clit with my tongue.
Trying to keep her amped up and silent at the same time was a Herculean task.
We could hear a tour guide lecturing about the history of the Illinois Indian tribes.
If they only knew what was happening fifteen feet away inside the very exhibit they were being lectured about !

Watching Karen’s face I saw her turning a deep shade of red that was travailing down across her chest.
A redness brought about from the potential of getting caught and the ensuing embarrassment.
Yet this was making her hotter and hotter by the second.
As the voices receded into the distance I moved upward.
My hand still clamped across her mouth I forced her legs apart with my knees and in a single push impaled her to the hilt with my engorged cock.
At the first invasion of her body her eyes went wide and wild.
Her head thrashing around the sweat pouring from both of our bodies drenching us as well as the floor below.
Karen’s legs wrapped around my back keeping us bound as tightly as possible.
While this limited my thrusting motion it did allow us to pick our bodies up and then slam them down upon the ground eliciting an Umph from each of us each time we hit the ground.

Karen, cum for me cum now!
As she allowed herself to burst I followed a second later.
My climax began around my rear, as my little ring tightened the rubber band that had been winding up released and my hips jammed far forward as possible.
My balls tightened and my cock began pulsing as I released my seed deep within Karen’s body.
Pulse after pulse my body milked itself.
In seconds my cock fulfilled it’s existential purpose.

Looking deeply into her eyes I leaned inward to renew our passion in the simple yet complex act of kissing.
Pulling back from the kiss I took a finger and swept the sweat soaked hair from her face.
As I did so I touched a small scar on her temple.
In response she pulled away saying…
“Please don’t do that.
I hate that scar, it’s so ugly.” She said.
“Karen it’s not ugly, it’s a part of you and every part of you is precious to me.
You could have a third arm growing out of your forehead and I would still find myself in love with you.” I told her.
“Wait a second, you love me?” She asked.
Without a seconds hesitation I said.
“Yes, a thousand times yes.” I said.
It was then the tears filled my eyes and poured out from my soul.
“Yes, yes, yes, I love you.” I declared.
I guess this was a mistake because seconds later I was assaulted by a flurry of kisses that threatened to swallow my face in it’s entirety.
I think this was contagious for seconds later Karen’s eyes began leaking tears.

Doing our best to gather ourselves together we made our way out of the longhouse.
I couldn’t believe that we spent an hour inside there screwing and didn’t get caught.
I could see the scandal on the news … “Today at the museum a group of high school students and their teachers were shocked to witness a couple caught in the act of a public display of sex! Film at ten pm.”

As we walked the halls Karen kept teasing me by grabbing my cock at the most inappropriate moments.
At one point we went into the cafeteria to grab a bite.
While standing in line to place our order she kept her hand in my back pocket.
To the amusement of an elderly couple behind us she would pat, squeeze, rub my bottom shamelessly.
Along with occasionally running her hand between my legs to reach my front.
It was during one of Karen’s rubbing we heard the gentleman say to his wife, “Do you remember when we were young and did thing like that just for the fun of it?” The man asked.
As we turned his wife reached down and cupped her husbands crotch. “You mean like this?” She asked.
I couldn’t help it, I had to laugh.
This in turn set Karen off followed by the couple behind us.
Now the four of us were busting a gut in the middle of the food line with everyone around us wondering what the hell was so funny.
The couple gathered their meal and went to sit with their friends while Karen and I sat eating our lunch.
As we finished and were about to depart we looked over at the couple only to receive a high-five and a smile as we left.

That evening we joined a few of my friends from school at our local pub.
When I introduced Karen to the group everyone was warm and welcoming, handshakes from the guys and hugs from the girls.
Once seated at our usual table in the rear, our orders taken and the waitress on her way to the bar my friend Gail said that Karen must be good for me, she said she had never seen me smile as much and as wide as I have in the last few days.
“So how did you guys meet?” Gail asked Karen.
Stealing a glance in my direction Karen began to giggle and say.
“Well if you must know I sat next to Frank on the train on it’s way downstate.
We struck up a conversation and to make a long story short, I fucked his brains out while riding the train on his way to spend Thanksgiving with his friends.
Silence ruled the moment.

Everyone looking at everyone else to see how they should react to Karen’s statement.
Thankfully Gail saved the moment by slapping me on the back laughing then saying.
“Frank I knew you were a chick magnet but isn’t that taking things a bit far?”
The silence was broken, the laughs flew and everyone returned to normal.
Some of my friends might have thought that Karen’s explanation was said for comic effect other wondered if it was the truth.
By the evenings close it was unanimous, everyone was in love with Karen.
To a one they voted her the best thing that ever happened to me and if I screwed this up they would castrate me and hang my balls from the rafters in the student hall.

Returning to my place I locked the door turned to Karen took her in my arms and refreshed my lips with her kisses.
“Karen I honestly thought you had hammered a nail in my coffin when you told everyone how we had met.
Yet throughout the night you won the heart of everyone present.”
Taking her by the hand I directed her to my bedroom.
Once there I asked her if she trusted me.
“Yes” Was all she said.
Stripping her naked I refused to answer any of her questions.
Instead I told her, “Stand there and do not move.”
Reaching under my bed I retrieved a bag from the adult toy store we had visited.
Turning her away from me I took a set of wrist cuffs took her arms behind her back and bound her wrists.
These cuffs were lined with lambs wool for long term comfort.
“Frank, what are you going to do?”
“Why my girl, anything I chose to now that I have you bound.” I told her.
From the bag I next removed a Lycra hood.
It was very lightweight with only one opening, that for the mouth.

Now naked, bound and hooded her breathing was going into overdrive.
She had begun to tremble with her legs shaking along with goosebumps breaking out all over her body.
Walking her over to the edge of my bed I lowered her face down onto the mattress.
Taking each leg in turn I spread them outward only to bind them to the bedposts.
Now spread eagle I released her hands and bound them above her head to the upper bed posts.
Leaning in towards her ear I said in a quiet and calm voice. “Trust me. If you need me to stop just sat the word “Orange” and everything will stop.
Do you understand?
She only nodded.
“No Karen, I need to hear you say it, do you understand?”
“Yes sir.” Her only response.

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