By the end of the following two weeks, Robert had grown nearly accustomed to his new masturbation routine. The girls would leave the bell jar that held his keys unlocked basically whenever they were home. He quickly found out that the electronic voice that announced when he had removed the keys was broadcasting not only through the surround sound system in the living room, but also into the speakers in the basement, and to the tiny speaker in Claire's bedroom, and to both girls' phones. There was no way for him to hide it, if he took the keys. Despite this, the only barrier to him having nearly as many orgasms as he wanted was his own embarrassment. And while he didn't get over that embarrassment easily, he learned quickly to plow through it. The girls would come giggling, or call cheerfully to him through the house whenever he took the keys, and more often than not they would wait outside his bedroom door while he masturbated. He would burn red and moan with pleasure, and afterwards one or both would come to make sure that his cage was locked again and would put his keys away for a day or two straight. But by the end of the two weeks, Robert had to admit to himself that the attention was making him even hornier.
Thankfully, the girls didn't act much different than usual outside of those sessions. Despite how intimately his daughter was involved in his orgasm now, given that often she was literally standing outside his door and coaxing him towards climax, she treated him no differently while his cage was on. If anything, Claire seemed to be adjusting just as slowly as he was. As though she was determined to follow through with the routine she had planned out, but still struggled red-faced to look Robert in the eye after her work was done.
It was a Friday night, a few weeks after Claire had taken control of his chastity keys, when things changed for the first time. Robert had been out for the evening, at a bar with friends. Their conversations had been glad and full of laughter, and they had rebuffed teases from the waitress, and for the first time Robert had been observing from the outside that tension that hung about the gathering. While his friends were strained, or chuckled but looked away from the waitress when she asked them how long it had been since they had cum, Robert was able to meet her eye and meet her verbal sparring with his own. When she walked away, it was with a bite of her lip and a look in her eye that any other time might have brought Robert to his knees. But tonight, he only laughed as he turned back to his table. His friends watched the waitress go, over his shoulder, and stared wide-eyed.
"Wow," said James. "I don't know what you did, man. But if you went after her, she'd have you in her car and eating her out in seconds."
Robert grinned, but shrugged and finished his beer.
Scott, in his well-cut sports coat and with his hair and beard done like a movie star, was the type that at first glance seemed like he could land any woman in the world, even at his age and with his cock locked. But for all his charisma, he was the only one at the table who didn't watch the waitress walk away, and focused on his own drink in way that made it obvious he was trying to ignore the squeeze of his chastity cage. Robert felt sorry for his friend, but couldn't think what to say. They had all agreed a long time ago not to discuss their cages or their release schedules. So Robert didn't even think to ask how long it had been since Scott's wife had let him cum. Robert knew, from hints and vague references, that Joanna unlocked Scott often, but usually only to edge him for hours and then lock him back up. James' wife gave him weekly orgasms, but Robert largely suspected that she had also conditioned James so that he was putty in most women's hands.
Truthfully, it was only the fact that Robert had cum more frequently over the past two weeks than he had been allowed in years, that made it so easy for him to flirt with the waitress, now. And the knowledge that if he get home early enough, and was willing to suffer Claire and Brooke's erotic taunting, he would be able to cum tonight, too. He hadn't shared with his friends that his daughter was holding his keys, fearful that they would look at him differently if they knew. Would they call him a weirdo? Would they be jealous? It didn't matter.
Robert finished his drink, and they chatted a while longer, and then he excused himself. James and Scott both protested, given the time, but Robert rebuffed their insistence that he stay, and was left them for the waitress to play with. As he drove home, guilt swelled within him. He felt
bad
for having it so good, while his friends were still stuck -probably forever—in their routines of endless teasing. That guilt vanished, though, by the time he pulled into the driveway and struggled not to rush eagerly into the house.
When he entered the house, it was to a place all quiet. His heart sank, as he looked to the living room and saw that the light beneath the bell jar was red.
"Girls?" he called. Claire's car was in the driveway. Had a friend picked them up? He looked in the back yard, and in the basement, and slowly consigned himself to a night without an orgasm.
Doesn't matter,
he considered.
It's the weekend. They'll be home tomorrow. Maybe they'll swim...
The thought of both girls in their bikinis made his cock swell in its cage, and now suddenly a desperation crept over him. It had only been two days since his last orgasm, but he had so quickly grown accustomed to the new routine that even after so short a wait he could feel his balls turning blue. He went back to the living room, and decided to wait there. It was still pretty early. Maybe the girls would be back soon, and Claire would let him...
It's Friday,
he told himself, after waiting on the couch for only a minute.
Two twenty-year-old college students aren't going to come home EARLY. What the fuck are you thinking?
A sound from upstairs suddenly drew his attention. A voice. Panic shot through him for an instant, but by the time he was on his feet, he realized what was happening.
They thought I would be out later,
he realized.
They didn't anticipate that I'd come home so fast.
He went slowly up the first few stairs, and even without listening too hard, he could hear the girls having sex. Very loud sex. His cock struggled in its cage again, and he waited frozen in place.
My bedroom is past theirs,
he considered.
It's not CREEPING, if I walk by their door. What else am I supposed to do?
He went carefully up to the second floor, determined not to make a sound against the places where the floor might creak. He reached their door without making his presence known. But the sounds he heard next made it impossible for him to keep going.
"
Ohhhhh,
" one girl was moaning. "
Oh fuck, oh please...please...
"
"
Not yet,
" the second commanded. Through the door, and with their voices low and sultry, Robert might otherwise never have guessed which girl was which. But now, after so long spent listening to the girls talk to him through
his
bedroom door, he realized immediately that the demanding voice was Brooke's. His cock throbbed at the knowledge.
"
Fuck, I'll do ANYTHING,
" Claire begged. "
