First 9 parts available in my profile.
Disclaimer: a bit of a time jump in this one. All previous entries took place within the first few months of Claire and I getting together. Now we move to about 2ish years in.
This is a long one – it’s split into sections so if you don’t like reading the background you can skip to the last section.
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I awoke early to head over to Claire’s place. I’m a night person, so waking up before 10am on a weekend is difficult.
Claire was set to move out of her apartment and into a new house that she’d bought. In the last 18 months, her career as a freelancer began to take off, and she was aided by a few other financial factors.
Today was closing day on her new house, and I had the privilege of being the only one asked to help move (more like ordered). Claire’s reasoning was that I’m the only one who’s seen her plethora of toys and other things we enjoy using.
I arrived at Claire apartment and everything had mostly been packed into boxes and organized, ready to move.
Claire greeted me with a kiss and a tug at the crotch of my pants, I was locked up in chastity as usual.
“Take apart the chair in my office and bring it out to the disposal, pleaser.”
“*The* chair? You don’t want to take it with you?”
“I think we’ve gotten plenty of use out of it, don’t you think?”
She was right, we had gotten plenty of use out of it. She liked having me in the chair. Why would she want to get rid of it?
“I guess so. Can we get some breakfast before we start moving stuff?”
“We’re on a schedule today. Lawyer’s office at noon to pick up the keys to the new place, and then the property manager is coming by to collect these keys at 4. Oh, and you and I have an appointment at 2, so we can’t miss that.”
“uhh… appointment for what?”
Nearly two years in, I was used to Claire scheduling things for me. She preferred certain parts of me… groomed, let’s say. She also sometimes dragged me along to one of her classes at the gym, which I hated since I like working out at my own pace. Sometime’s she’d book us massages, classes, or any other thing she didn’t feel like doing alone.
“You’ll see…”
I was used to being kept in the dark about our plans. We pretty much did all of the things she’d want to do most of the time. At this point, I was conditioned to accept whatever it was for the thrill of reward, and fear of punishment.
The day passed as we moved things into the moving truck before going to the lawyer’s office to get the new keys, and then unload everything at the new place. We didn’t get to moving everything out of the truck in the ~90 mins we had before we had to leave to whatever she had booked for us.
We drove for about 10 minutes and pulled up into the lot of a medical complex. Now I needed answers.
“Okay, I have to ask what the hell we’re doing here. I’m not going in until I know.”
“Relax, we’re just here to get you tested.”
My mind went instantly to rage.
“Tested?! I’m clean. I’ve only been with you. Did you give me something?”
“Relax,” Claire replied, “we should be doing this routinely. It’s the responsible thing to do.”
I didn’t fully believe her. The fact that she didn’t also reaffirm that she’s only been with me hurt a bit. I had suspected that she’d been with other guys, and there’s nothing I could really do about it. We weren’t really dating. The frustrating part was knowing that she’d prevented me from seeing anyone else by essentially having my cock locked up when I wasn’t with her.
“Let’s get going, don’t want to miss our appointment,” she said.
“*Our* appointment?” I asked.
“Well, separate appointments, same time. But we need to make a stop in the bathroom before we go to the clinic.”
“For what, exactly?”
“I don’t know about you, but I think your cage might make the doc a little uncomfortable.”
I forgot about that for a moment. Claire and I entered the main floor of the building and went into the family/handicap washroom where she retrieved the key to my cage from her purse and removed me from my cage. I felt uncomfortable entering and leaving the same bathroom as her, although in reality nobody even noticed us. We went up to the third floor where we sat and waited for our appointments.
“So are you gonna tell me about what we’re dealing with? The truth, please. What am I being tested for?”
“Everything,” she said in a plain voice.
Uhh, wtf? Why? That answered nothing, and added about 10 more questions to the list. Unfortunately for me, I wouldn’t get any answers as Claire’s name had been called for her appointment.
My name was called shortly after. As dumb as it sounds, I was glad to have a female nurse doing the tests. I’d never been tested before this day, so I wasn’t sure what to expect. Well, I was in for some serious discomfort. I won’t go into great detail here, but they needed a urine sample (easy), blood sample (easy) and a urethral swab (god damnit).
“This goes without saying, I’m sure but I’m required to say it anyways – refrain from all sexual activity until you get all of your results back. The urine and swab will take about a week, but the blood could take up to three weeks,” the nurse explained. I was then sent on my way, and I was back in my cage before we left the building.
After more pushing, I got a few more answers from Claire. She really doubled down on the whole ‘it’s routine’ thing. Our results came back about a week and a half later, the blood even came sooner than expected. I was clean, thank god. Claire had received her call already, she was clean too.
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2 weeks after the move, Claire was mostly settled into her new home. She still liked me staying over 3-4 nights a week. Her new place was further out of the way from both my own place and my work, meaning that staying over would take more convincing on her part. Just kidding, she told me where to be and when.
Since both of our results came back negative, our pent up horny-ness from no sex spilled over into a tw day binge-a-thon. We’d both booked off the last 2 days of the week (well, I did. She worked for herself).
When we got that out of our systems, I was back in lock up. This time it was okay, since my balls were drained. Little did I know that I’d be in the cage for the longest I’d ever been yet…
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Nearly 3 weeks later.
Claire has been the only one to get off for the past 3 weeks. By now, this was routine and there’d be some days where she wouldn’t even tease me. I’m not sure if I appreciated this more or not. On one hand, teasing is fucking hot. On the other hand, it’s also equally as frustrating especially knowing I wasn’t going to get to cum.
After being at Claire’s the past 2 nights, I decided to spend the night at my own place. Whenever we’re apart Claire starts missing me and always tries to get me to come back. The push-pull dynamic itself was kinda hot. Without fail, she’d always begin texting me 2-3 hours after I’d arrive home.
Claire: You ready to come back yet? ;)
Me: But I can stay home and not cum, why should I come back?
C: Because it’s cold in here and I need you to keep me warm
Claire then sent me a picture of her tits on snapchat. I could tell she put a lot of effort into the pose and framing of it.
M: Why do you have to do that :'(
C: because I know you secretly love it ;)
M: I’ll come over right now if you take the cage off soon as I walk in
C: The cage stays on
M: My bed’s comfier anyways
Claire then sent me more pictures in all of my fav poses. As hot as she was, I was a little too frustrated. I didn’t reply. She’d send more and I stopped opening them. About half an hour later I got another text.
C: Not enjoying the pics? :(
M: I always do, but being horny 24/7 without any relief is hard, no pun intended. Can you at least tell me when it’s coming off?
C: I’m saving it
M: For what?? when?
C: This weekend…
FINALLY. Something to look forward to.
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The weekend arrived and Claire hadn’t elaborated on what we’d be doing so part of me felt like she’d just said that to shut me up. I spent Friday night at home and was at Claire’s place around noon on Saturday.
“I’m gonna take you on a date tonight to show you how much I’ve appreciated you these last 2 months,” she said.
“Oh yeah? Where we going?”
“I want it to be a surprise. But it’s gonna be the best date of your life.”
“Even better than our ‘first date’ way back?”
“Even better…”
The evening began with us driving about an hour into the city and dinner at a nice restaurant. She told me which restaurant in advance so I knew to wear some nicer clothes. The restaurant was very high end, with lots of celeb photos on the wall. We had wine, and Claire told me to eat light. This had me excited after weeks of no orgasm.
After dinner, we walked downtown, holding hands until we arrived at a medium sized building. Claire stopped at a door with no markings or indication of what was inside. She opened the door for me.
“After you.” She motioned forward with her arm pointing me inside.
We climbed stairs to the second floor. At the top there were coat hooks on the wall, and a bench to sit on. On the bench sat a red box with a ribbon tying it shut. It looked like a gift. Claire placed a hand on my shoulder before pulling my jacket off for me, placing it on one of the hooks. She then stood in front of my, placing her arms around the back of my neck and leaning into me for a kiss. She then removed her arms from around me and placed one on my shoulder, motioning me to sit down on the bench.
“Open the box,” she ordered me.
I grabbed the box sitting next to me on the bench and pulled at the ribbon, untying it. I lifted the lid to the box. Inside, a single black blindfold.
“Put it on.”
I slid the blindfold over my head before Claire took over, tightening the strap around the back of my head. The pressure was enough for me not to see even the slightest bit of light. Claire then took me by the hand and lead me through another door.
I could hear footsteps echo as we walked, we were in some sort of big, open room. Claire had me sit on a chair. I listened as she shuffled around. My best guess is that she was getting undressed.
I felt a hand come to my chin and raise me to my feet again. Claire began unbuttoning my shirt. When she was finished, she moved on to my shoes, followed by my pants. I was naked (save for the cage I was in). Claire took me by the hand again and moved me to another spot in the room.
“Lay on your stomach. The floor might be a little cold.”
I didn’t respond, only doing as she asked as I was turned on. My cock was growing inside my cage, which might be a problem if she wants to remove it. It’s a lot easier to remove when I’m flaccid. The floor was indeed cold, which helped the arousal problem even if only slightly.
Claire sat herself on the back of my legs and brought both my hands to the center of my back. I knew what this meant – cuffs. When she was finished she climbed off of me and I heard her walk to another part of the room further away from me, the click of her heels getting quieter from the distance.
After about a minute I hear more clicks of the heels on the floor approaching me.
“So this is him,” Claire said.
Before I could answer her, I heard a second voice.
“Okay, perfect. I like what I’m seeing,” said the Mystery Woman.
“Who’s there?” I blurted out.
I felt a sharp crack on my ass. The pain was very intense, but not as intense as the shock of the unexpected whip to my ass, scaring the shit out of me and raising my heart rate instantly.
“He still needs some work, obviously,” the Mystery voice answered.
Claire let out a giggle. I knew right away to shut my mouth.
“We’re gonna have some fun tonight, OP. Your wonderful partner has brought you to me as a reward for being a good boy, she tells me,” MW said. “We’re gonna go over a few housekeeping items and then I’ll be right back to tend to you. You gonna be okay down there for a few minutes?”
“Yes.”
Another crack of the whip to my ass, making my entire body flinch in reflex.
“Good.”
Claire and MW spent the next few minutes talking about all the things Claire liked doing to me, and all the things she knew that I liked.
A few of the things I caught from their conversation in the distance were:
* High pain tolerance
* Responds well to ball abuse
* Compromising positions
* Hasn’t cum in nearly three weeks
Lastly, I heard Claire give her my safe word.
The pair returned to me.
“I’m gonna take great care of your man here, don’t worry. Last thing, do you have those documents I asked for?”
“Oh yes, right. I do,” Claire answered. “I’ll get them from my bag in the waiting area.”
“I can see you out, I’ll grab them from you then.”
I later learned that these documents being referred to were copies of the STD results that had been done weeks prior. To this day I have no idea how Claire got mine, I thought it was just a phone call.
“OP why don’t you give Claire a kiss goodbye,” MW said in a stern voice.
I began moving my legs to attempt to raise myself up before I was met with another crack of the whip that caught me more on the leg than my ass.
“No need to stand, stay where you are.”
I then felt a sensation against my cheek. It became apparent that this was Claire’s foot placed in front of me. I began kissing it before being stopped by MW.
“That’s enough for now. There will be plenty more when Claire comes back to pick you up.”
The pair then left, with MW closing the door behind her before returning to me.
“Turn over onto your back, please,” she commanded.
I turned over. MW climbed on top of me, straddling my body. She then forced a ring gag into my mouth and lifted my head to tighten the strap behind my head. I was now cuffed, blindfolded and gagged laying on a hard wood floor with a stranger on top of me. I was equally scared and aroused.
“Claire was nice enough to leave me the key to your cage…” MW began, tracing her hand around my cock and balls.
“And I also hear that you haven’t cum in three weeks… Maybe I can take care of that for you,” she continued.
MW then flipped around and wasted no time removing me from my chastity. A sense of relief and an even greater arousal began now that I was free.
“I’ll make you a deal,” she began, grabbing my cock firmly but not stroking, just squeezing and pulsing it with her hand.
“I’ll make you cum, but you’re gonna eat every drop of it. If you don’t wanna come, you don’t have to. And you’ll leave here with a VERY full load for Claire. I’ll give you a minute to think about it.”
She then began stroking me. The decision would have to be made quickly as her stroking technique, in combination with my three week celibacy, didn’t give me a lot of time. I knew I wasn’t into eating cum, but god damn did I want to release so bad…
“I’m going to save it for Claire,” I answered.
MW stopped stroking me.
“I’m a little disappointed in your choice, OP. But so gentlemanly of you…”
MW began stroking again. I was once again very close to exploding.
“I’m gonna cum if you keep going.”
MW stopped once again.
“I’m sorry, OP. I worded that poorly. I’m going to TRY to make you cum. If you cum, it’s going in your mouth. Claire’s really hoping you can hold out for her.”
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Pt 11 coming soon. It will wrap up the rest of this story and begin the next one which will be the penultimate chapter in the story. Hoping to end things in 12 or 13 parts.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/n8a97w/my_first_femdom_part_10_an_evening_swap_mf