In the car on the way home from my appointment with my doctor ex-girlfriend, Jenna told me what my punishment would be for my trying to come on to Samantha.
"It's a good thing she stopped you," said Jenna. "If anything had really happened, I would've broken up with you right then and there. As it is, your punishment will be that, for a duration that I haven't decided on yet, I will NOT be inviting men over to fuck your ass. NOR will I fuck you with my strap-on. I will, however, continue to ride your cock with my pussy. I'll lay you on your back and ride your dick every night, as usual. But no ass-fuckings for you."
Hmm. That kind of sounded like the opposite of a punishment!
"I bet you think that sounds like you're getting off easy, but let's just see how you feel when you've gone a few days without anything going up your ass. I bet you'll miss it, and I bet you'll beg me to farm your ass out to anonymous men again! This'll be a fun little experiment!"
The first night was just fine. Jenna sat on my dick with her pussy and rode me good, and I had a thundering orgasm. The second night was similar, though I did notice as Jenna rode my dick that my prostate twitched in an unusual way, as if it was trying to say it needed something bumping up against it. By the third night, I couldn't stop fantasizing about those men who'd fucked me. I wanted it again so bad, but I couldn't bring myself to beg Jenna to fuck me with her strap-on or invite a man over. By the fourth night, I broke down.
"Jenna," I said, "You were right. I need it up the ass. I admit it. Would you please fuck me with your strap-on? Or. . . invite one of those men over again?"
Jenna smiled wickedly. "Well, well, my boyfriend really has sunk to a new low! Let's go down to the kitchen. Why don't you bend over that kitchen table that you like being fucked over so much, and tell me what you'd like to have happen to you."
Downstairs I pulled down my panties, bent over the table, and lifted my skirt up over my back. Jenna stood across the table from me; she had turned on the camcorder that pointed at me from the kitchen counter.
"What was it again that you'd like done to you, Michael?"
"Jenna, I'd like one of those men, one of those men who all had such big cocks, to bend me over this table, just like I'm bent over now, and have his way with me."
"Do you really need it? Do you need it bad?"
"Yes Jenna, I need it bad! I'll do anything if you'll just have me fucked again!"
"Well aren't you just deliciously pathetic!" said Jenna. "But no, you're punishment isn't quite over yet. In two days, on Saturday, we will be going over to Samantha and her husband Jim's house on the lake. Samantha has told Jim all about your appointment with her the other day, and Jim has expressed a desire to fuck your ass in order to show his dominance over your, and to punish you for trying to come on to his wife. Samantha tells me that Jim's dick is enormous. From her description, it sounds bigger than any of the dicks you've taken so far. So, on Saturday your "punishment" will end, in the sense that you'll get fucked up the ass again, though I think you might find that the ass-fucking you'll get from Jim will be its own form of punishment, given that you won't be used to a dick of that size. Between now and then, though, you'll have to just be patient and wait for Saturday afternoon to come around."
"Thank you Jenna!" I said.
"Oh, also," she said, "no more orgasms for you between now and Saturday. I want you to be horny as hell for Jim's big dick."
Later that night, with Jenna asleep, I got out of bed, went down to the kitchen, took a cucumber out of a bowl, and wiped some olive oil on it. I then went out to the backyard and got on my knees, pretending I was at the mercy of some guy about to fuck me roughly. I shoved the cucumber up my ass so that it was half in and half out, and began masturbating furiously.
Then I heard a window open. A flashlight was now shining on me from above.
Jenna called down to me, "Goddamn it, Michael, stop masturbating immediately, and take whatever that thing is out of your ass. When I come downstairs I want you standing in the kitchen with your hands behind your back."
"Yes, ma'am," I said despondently.
In the kitchen, Jenna held a strange-looking metal device in front of my face for me to see and appreciate. At first I didn't know what it was, but then realized it looked like things I'd seen online before. It was a cock cage. A truly wicked looking chastity device.
"No Jenna, no," I said, "I don't want that thing on me. I'll be good, I promise. I won't jerk off."
"It's getting hard to trust you, so this thing is going on you. It will come off on Saturday when we're at Sam and Jim's house, but not before. And I don't care that you say you don't want it on. Our contract says I can do what I want with you, and this is what I'm damn well doing."
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When Jenna and I arrived at Sam and Jim's place on Saturday, Sam greeted us at the door.
"I like your skirt and blouse, Michael," she said.
"Thank you ma'am," I replied meekly.