Imprisoned in Paradise Ch 2

Link to Chapter One:

[https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/gtnhe7/imprisoned_in_paradise/](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/gtnhe7/imprisoned_in_paradise/)

Cleanup and “redressing” is distant and quicker than usual, as Dr. Janet seems to be in a massive hurry. The more I question her about the surprise guest or *guests* the less attention she pays to me. No usual teasing or taunting, just emotionless surgical procedure. Ahhhhh, cold, cold. She presses freezing washcloth on my most delicate area, which is far more sensitive than it normally is, post orgasm. I shake all over and watch the shrinkage take it’s toll immediately. It’s the only way to fit me back into my cage, but there has to be a less invasive alternative. Normally there’s some taunting and tease, but nothing today. Like I don’t exist anymore.

As Dr. Janet presses against me, struggling to undo my arm straps, jostling up and down, I can feel her taught body. She may be trying to ignore me, but her arousal is still very evident.

Ouch… The familiar sting is back. That’s the problem with a ruined orgasm, physically the pressure resides but MENTALLY I am more turned on than ever.

Imprisoned in Paradise [Forced Chastity] [MFFFFF]

Ouch…

Like most days, it’s first thought of the day. I look down to see a steel prison chastity devise preventing what should be a powerful morning erection. Custom built just for me. Inescapable and quite painful anytime I start getting “excited”, yet designed to prevent damage from possible long-term use. The whole situation might actually be kinky, if it wasn’t forced upon me. And I thought I was so fucking smart. Better get a move on, life is easier if I beat the morning rush.

I carefully and quietly exit my sleeping pod and climb down the ladder. Careful not to wake the girls sleeping beneath me. As I sneak past I get a breath-taking view of a very naked Michelle and Sara. Former lingerie models, who could pass for sisters, were once at the very top of my list of women that I invited into my “end of the world bunker”.

And last night the noises they made playing with each other reminded me why. Before I was caged I would have climbed into the pod with them. Watch them go at it for a little bit. The long slender legs entangled together. Large lively breasts being fondled by each other’s petite hands. Michelle’s picture-perfect lips would playfully bite their way down Sara’s neck. Back before I was caged I would grab one of those WORLD class asses and…