Oh god. I took a quick breath, not believing my luck.
“Yes Miss! Thank you Miss!” I said, scrambling to my feet and taking the thick towel in my hands. Of course Amber had nothing but fluffy luxurious towels to use on her naked body.
“Only if you think you can be oh so careful, bank” she cautioned, putting a hand on my shoulder.
“If one little part of your finger – just one bit of your skin – touches mine…there will be severe consequences.”
I groaned. I was imagining running my hands along her thighs, her belly, cupping her breasts, reaching between her legs….
The insistent dull ache between my legs returned.
“Do you think you can do it, bank?” she asked quietly. “It’s a lot of responsibility. If you do it well you get to feel me through that thick towel. If you mess up I’m going to call in sick to work and spend the morning stomping on your poor balls.”
I shivered. I knew she meant it. The memory of being spread out on her table while she repeatedly kicked my testicles was fresh in my mind. It had taken a long time for that pain to subside. Still, the reward was so great. I knew I’d remember this for years.
“Yes Miss…I’d…I’d like to try” I said, my mouth dry with fear.
“Good bank” she said, squeezing my shoulder briefly before taking her hand away. “You may start.”
I very carefully wrapped my hands in the towel. I was still blinded by her shirt so I couldn’t be certain but I thought my hands were totally wrapped up. I slowly reached forward. My hands hit something solid but soft. I shuddered when I realized it was her breasts. I slowly rubbed in small circles, trying to dry her off without risking touching her.
“Very good.” Amber said in a mocking voice. “You finally get to touch my boobs.”
I gently squeezed them through the towel. It was maddening. I knew my hands were on her but I couldn’t feel anything. She allowed me to feel the heft of her breasts for a few seconds.
“Aw…is poor little bank trying to get me excited?”
“Uh…I don’t know Miss…I just…want to touch you…”
She gave a gentle laugh.
“I’m sure you do. But it’s time to move on.”
She turned and I felt my hands were now rubbing her back. I slowly and carefully slid my towel wrapped hands up her neck and gave her a quick massage before I started to rub her hair dry. She sighed appreciatively as I rubbed her scalp again.
After a couple of minutes I slowly ran the towel down her neck and back. Tentatively I cupped her ass and began to rub slowly. I groaned as I imagined my hands on her without the thick towel blocking all of the sensations of skin on skin. My cock resumed its futile struggle against the cruel cage.
“Don’t linger, bank” she admonished me gently. “I have to get to work. Don’t make me regret giving you this special reward.”
Regretfully, I removed the towel from her ass.
“Please turn around, Miss” I said, eager for what I would dry next.
I felt her body turn, and I fell to my knees. I knew that her pussy was just inches in front of my face. I started with her feet – she picked each one up so I could dry it thoroughly before sliding up her ankles and calves. I tried to control myself as I rubbed the towel slowly up her legs. As I approached the joining of her thighs I gulped as I felt her spread her legs slightly, giving me access to her pussy. Shuddering slightly, I gently rubbed between her legs.
She gave no indication as to whether I should stop or continue, so I tentatively rubbed gently back and forth. It was absolutely maddening – I couldn’t feel a thing but I knew my hands were between her thighs.
I heard Amber yawn. I groaned as yet another wave of humiliation washed over me. A second later her hands gently pushed mine away.
“That was a good effort, bank. But you know that I don’t really think of you that way.”
I felt my cheeks burn with humiliation, and was thankful that her shirt wrapped around my head covered my face.
“Yes Miss” I said, reluctantly pulling my hands away carefully. At least I had succeeded in not touching her. That was something at least.
“Stand up bank.”
After I rose to my feet, she grabbed my hand.
“Come.”
She led me, still blindfolded, out of the bathroom and down the hall to her bedroom. She walked quickly and I was a bit disoriented. I grimaced as my shoulder hit the bathroom door, and moaned when I stubbed my toe in the hallway. Amber laughed as I hobbled after her, trying to keep up as she pulled me along. She came to a stop in what I thought was the middle of her bedroom.
“Stay. Arms up.”
I sighed and raised my arms up until they were sticking straight out like a scarecrow. This was familiar. She had me stay in this pose before while she got ready.
Sure enough, she hummed to herself quietly and I heard her sorting through clothing in her drawers and closet. I tried to imagine what I would see if her shirt wasn’t covering my eyes…I thought she was still naked, but I couldn’t be sure.
“I’m so looking forward to tonight. Aren’t you, bank?” She gently draped what felt like a pair of panties over my left wrist. “Make sure those don’t fall.”
“Uh…yes Miss” I said. Honestly I couldn’t tell if I was or not. Part of me thrilled at the thought of serving Amber, Sarah, and Claire all at the same time. But I was also apprehensive and not a little afraid of what was in store for me.
A bra was hung over my right arm.
“You’ve got a lot to do to get ready, bank. The list of your chores is on the kitchen counter, as usual. I’m not really sure how you’re going to get everything done, but that’s really more your problem than mine.”
“Yes Miss” I said, sighing. Last weekend was a non stop whirlwind of chores, and it seemed that this weekend was off to a similar start. I tried not to think about how expensive all of these chores would be for me.
Amber hung some more clothes from my outstretched arms.
“Hm. I think this outfit will be really cute.”
She took the panties off my arm and I heard a slight sound as she pulled them up her legs. I groaned, wishing desperately I could see. She ignored me and took the bra next.
Something that I had been wondering for a while came to mind.
“Uh, Miss…may I ask a question about…um…my new cage?”
I heard Amber pause as she was in the process of taking some other item off of my arm.
“Hm. Only about your cage?”
“Yes Miss” I said quickly. I knew that I was not allowed to bring up the subject of my cage or my penis ordinarily. When she had initially locked me, she told me that Dr. Latham, the manufacturer of my particular device, had recommended this rule. One of the downsides of locking up a penis was that the male attached to it would often complain and beg to be unlocked, and Dr. Latham advised that it was best to head this off this annoyance from the start with this simple rule.
I felt thought I heard Amber shrug as she continued to dress in front of me.
“I’ll allow it just this once, as long as this isn’t some excuse to whine about how long you’ve been locked. You know you have at least six months more, and there’s really nothing I can do about that even if I wanted to.”
I gulped.