I did a brief check-in at work. I was feeling more than a little nervous and overwhelmed with the events of the last week, and found it hard to focus. I was negotiating a fairly lucrative contract with a local sports team, but the ball was in their court at the moment and I didn't have much to do other than meet with some of my employees.
I logged into my online banking portal to see the state of affairs. I winced when I saw the low balance of my checking - the constant Venmo transactions were draining me quickly. At the same time, I felt my cock try to engorge as I saw the list of withdrawals - mostly going to Amber but over the past forty eight hours quite a bit was sent to Sarah. I did some rough calculations and decided I needed to move over some money from savings. At the rate my account was being drained I would run out of money in my checking in a week. I reflected how I was lucky that my house and both cars I owned were paid off. When my business boomed years ago I paid off my student loan, house, and car, and then bought myself a treat - a two-seater BMW convertible that I kept under wraps in my garage. I was usually very thrifty, which is why I stayed in my smallish starter home even though I could have moved to a much larger place in a trendier part of town, and I usually felt so guilty about buying the expensive car that I hardly ever drove it - just around town every few months to keep it in running order.
I transferred ten thousand dollars from savings to checking. Seeing that large sum made me shiver slightly - the thought of most of that going to Amber and Sarah seemed so wrong and cruel and unfair, especially because they took it from me after I worked so hard for them. But undeniably it was hot as fuck to me to think that I was basically preparing and consenting to more financial abuse at their hands.
Coincidentally, I got an email just as I closed the banking app from my credit card company. A large transaction had just happened and they wanted my approval because it was from an unusual place. I opened the email worriedly, thinking that on top of all of the drains I was now a victim of credit card fraud.
I saw that it was a charge from Sutton Boutiques and I let out a sigh of relief. Then I looked at the total - just over six hundred dollars! Ms. Sutton hadn't been kidding when she said that she would provide quality clothing for Amber! I couldn't believe it, and then realized that she said she would order clothes weekly. I groaned as I mentally added up the yearly cost I would be paying.
At the bottom of the email were three tabs I could hit in response - the first read "Fraudulent charge. Do not pay". The second was "Approve charge one time." The third read "Always trust transactions from Sutton Boutique."
I groaned and sat back. If I hit the second option I would at least be asked by my credit card company to approve each transaction. But if I hit the last one, I would essentially be giving Ms. Sutton free rein to charge whatever she wished for Amber. Shaking slightly, I took out my phone and snapped a pic of the screen and sent it to Amber. Maybe she didn't know how much this was going to cost me, and would voluntarily back out of the deal, or ask Ms. Sutton to spend less.
Several seconds later I got a text in response.
-?-
followed another second later with
-why are you showing me this, bank?-
I groaned again. I felt weak and slightly dizzy but my penis was impaling itself on the spikes as for some reason I was struggling to get hard. I figured out a response.
-nothing, sorry. I was just making sure, I guess I should hit the third button?-
I held my breath. This was her chance to go easy on me. My phone chimed.
-of course-
I let out my held breath explosively and closed my eyes for a second. At times I felt like everything was too much -the control, the drains from my account, the small steel cage locked around my now useless penis. At the same time, this was by far the most excited I had ever been - that same cage seemed to keep me in a state of perpetual arousal without escape, and Amber was so adept at using my confessed desires against me. She knew I found it hot when she was unfair to me and used me, and that's exactly what she kept doing. Sarah too, now that she knew that about me.
I decided to head home shortly after that. I stopped at the grocery store to get a few more healthy things to eat, and was home by one. I unloaded the groceries and noticed Sarah's laundry bags sitting in my back seat, so I brought them in as well. I sorted through her things and set them in my laundry room. There were a lot of workout clothes, which made sense given her profession. At least ten pairs of yoga pants, lots of jogging shorts and jog bras, and simple thongs that I was now sure she wore under her leggings. In addition, she had several beautiful bras that she definitely didn't wear to work out in, and some bikini and boy short panties. She had several dresses, skirts and tops - including the small form-fitting dress she was wearing the first time I saw her, when she went out clubbing with Amber and Christy. I thought that she must generate a lot of laundry - it seems she changes workout gear at least once during the day, and then puts on street clothes after work. I sighed when I totaled up the time it would take me to iron everything. Hours, most likely.
I remembered that she didn't want her bras going through the dryer, and decided to hand wash all of her lingerie, like I did for Amber. I didn't want to chance her bras tearing in the washing machine - I shuddered to think what the penalty for that would be!
Separating out all of her bras and panties, I put some of the rest of her clothes in my washing machine. It was going to take two loads, maybe even three. While that was running, I filled up the laundry room sink with warm water and soap and started hand washing.
I couldn't resist peeking at her bra size - 34A. Different from Amber's full D cups but they were both incredibly sexy in their own way - Sarah tall, slender, and toned and Amber more voluptuous with a perfect round ass and full breasts. As I washed a pink lacy bra I tried to envision Amber's body. I had seen her several times in her bikini and even got to rub lotion on her perfect butt, but had never seen her naked. And that was a while ago- ever since I confessed my desire for her to be unfair to me, I realized I hadn't seen anything close to that - it was like she was denying me even seeing her in underwear or a bikini. For some reason I felt my penis crush against the steel cage as I tried to harden. Why was that turning me on? My mind started racing - what if she was serious about what she had said, and I would never see her in all of the lingerie I had bought her last week? Even though I paid for it, and would doubtless be washing it for her...she had made it clear that she was picking out lingerie for Justin, the guy she had slept with last weekend. It seemed so unfair, and yet part of me longed for that unfairness. Amber seemed to have a sixth sense for what would be the most unfair or cruel situation to put me in. At this point I didn't know if she was doing it for me or because she legitimately enjoyed tormenting me.
I did know I desperately needed to cum. I hung Sarah's bra to dry and practically ran to the living room. I called up some mindless porn on my laptop and streamed it to my TV. I stripped off my pants and underwear and ran my hands over the chastity cage. Two women were taking turns sucking off a hung, muscular guy on my TV. Frantically, I searched for any space to slip a finger into the tube. It was simply too tight. I tried to grab the base of my penis before it entered the tiny space and pull it back. As before, I couldn't seem to get any purchase, and the spikes bit into the flesh as I tried to pull it back. I started to feel increasing pain from my trapped dick as those same spikes started to push into my skin. Growling with frustration, I tried to jerk the tube up and down, masturbating the cage. There was absolutely no sensation on my penis - the tube fit too tightly to slide, and the points merely dug in further.
Suddenly there was a rapping sound on the window pane. I froze. I realized I was in the middle of my living room, naked from the waist down. The front porch had windows that looked directly into this room. In my raging desperation to cum I had completely forgotten to be discreet. I slowly turned my head.
Amber was standing on my porch, her arms crossed and a frown on her face as she peered through my living room window. She tapped again impatiently on the glass.
Shit!
Desperately, I looked around and found my underwear. I stood up and hopped on one foot as I slipped them on, making my way to the front door at the same time. I almost fell over and had to catch myself on the wall, but made it to the door quickly and pulled it open.
Amber walked right in as if she owned the place. She looked furious. She kicked the front door closed behind her and shoved my chest, hard. I stumbled backwards and slammed into the wall behind me.
"I...Amber...I mean, miss..." I stammered, looking at her angry expression. I was still incredibly aroused and frustrated from my attempts to cum, but now equally terrified at her demeanor.
"What. The. Actual. Fuck. Bank." She hissed as she stalked towards me. Her white sundress made her look beautifully innocent but her expression was deadly.
She reached out with her left hand and grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head to the side and simultaneously pinning me against the wall.
"I saw your car and came over for a neighborly chat and I find my little bank watching porn and trying to get out of his cage?" Her right hand flashed and I felt fire erupt on my cheek as she slapped me, hard. I gasped in equal parts shock and pain and my eyes began to water immediately.
"Is that what you were doing? In the middle of the day, just trying to jerk off?"
"No...no...sorry miss" I said, desperately trying to verbally defend myself.
"I wasn't trying to get out...I just...I get so frustrated, and..."
Amber glanced over at the TV. The muscular guy was fucking one of the women from behind as she bent over the bed. She was still wearing high heels. On the bed in front of her the other woman had her legs spread and she was rubbing her clit furiously, watching the two fuck. The guy was like a machine - plunging his massive cock in and out of the woman as she moaned. Her hands were gripped tightly around the bedsheets to keep her balance as she neared an explosive orgasm.
"Is that what my bank thinks he can do?" Amber turned to me. "Do you think you can fuck a woman like that?"
I blushed, remembering my awkward and unsuccessful attempts with previous girlfriends.
Amber was staring into my eyes intently. Her grip was still tight on my hair and my head was pulled to the side at an awkward angle.
"...no..." I breathed, looking down in embarrassment.
"That's what I thought." Another strong slap made my ears ring temporarily.
"Tell me why that is, bank."
She shook my head with her fistful of my hair.
I opened my mouth to answer but had trouble finding my voice. Despite everything that had happened in the last week or two I still found myself intensely embarrassed and ashamed around Amber. This seemed too painful to admit.
Amber raised her right hand as if she was going to administer another painful slap. I managed to find my voice immediately.
"Because I'm small, miss!" I said, feeling my face turn crimson - and not just from the slaps.
"I know you are, bank. And what else?"
I slumped my shoulders in defeat.
"I cum too fast. I can't last."
She nodded as if that was exactly what she expected to hear.
"Have you ever felt a woman cum on your cock?"
I felt my eyes water.
"No...no miss."
Another hard slap made my cheek burn.
"Pathetic." Another slap.
"Look at that guy. Look at him."
