The Surprise Visit
Preface
This is the fourth part of the continuing saga of Brooke and Brad. After their stay at Pine Lake and their honeymoon in Hawaii they embark on a new life with their new friends. On their first assignment things go a little awry, but ultimately work out. Now they are back on Maui and enjoying the time off from their new jobs. I recommend reading the first three sagas. Couples Camp, Honeymoon in Hawaii and The Island of Anguilla.
A word of warning, most of my stories contain elements of cuckolding, chastity, BDSM, and sharing. Some contain elements of consensual non consent and extreme situations that some might find disturbing. Everything I describe is pure fantasy. I hope you enjoy.
Chapter 6
I oscillated between sleep and laying there wondering what my life was going to be like from now on. I wasn’t sure I could muster up the energy to go back to work for Michelle now without Brad. What was the point anyway? The whole point was for us to travel the world together and enjoy the best life had to offer. Without Brad maybe I should just go back to my old job and try to put this whole period of my life behind me. I am seriously regretting having come to the lake the first time now. My intention was to light a fire under his ass to step up and marry me. For us to get on with having a family and quit sitting around our apartment watching life pass us both by. But now I was here, without him.
It seemed like only yesterday when we first came to the lake and yet I was nowhere near the same person I was back then. I was no longer the shy naive girlfriend who would never think of screwing someone else. I had learned how to let my freak out and Brad had learned along with me. We both enjoyed the excitement of our new sexually charged lifestyle, but now I was just a widow. I lay there wondering what it would be like If Brad was here at the lake with me. Would I still be laying here with Nick knowing Brad would welcome me back into his bed with open arms? Or would he and I be cuddled up in front of this fire sharing the life we had built together? As much as I was attracted to Nick, I was still missing the intimacy I shared with Brad.
“Hey baby, we need to get up.” Nick said as he gave me a light shake.
“OK, give me a minute.” I responded
“I need to take a quick business trip and I want you to come with me, so wake up and get a shower. We need to get going as soon as possible.”
“Where are you going?” I asked, surprised at his revelation.
“We baby, not just me, I want you with me.” Nick hissed as he gave me a kiss on the cheek.
“Go get a shower, and then we need to get moving.” He continued, as he slipped out from under the covers.
I wanted to ask him more details about where we were going, but I was still only half awake. I knew it must have something to do with the call he got last night but what choice did I have? I did not want to stay here alone. I laid there a few more minutes before rolling out myself and heading to the bathroom to take a nice warm shower.
I was letting the warm water run down my back, relaxing my muscles after a hard night of sleeping on the floor.
“Hey, don’t worry about packing, we will have clothes waiting for us there.” Nick called out over the running water.
“Is this something for Michelle?” I yelled back.
“Yeah, you know how she is, springing things on people last second.” He reminded me.
This was typical for Michelle. Last second plans, and always in a hurry. Luckily, she was also thorough and took care of everything for you. I never had to pack clothes, there were always clothes waiting for me. There was never any concern about booking a flight or getting a car, she took care of all that. So, I guess if it was a surprise sprung on me at the last minute at least it was not inconvenient. There was a certain excitement I had grown used to with this new lifestyle and getting ready like this offered some feeling of normalcy I had not even realized I was missing.
I got out of the shower and dried off, got dressed in some comfortable clothes to travel in and exited the bathroom. Nick was ready to go and tossed me a jacket as soon as I stepped foot out of the bedroom.
“We need to get going, hurry up.” Nick franticly instructed me
It felt strange. There was something more going on than he was letting on. There was no reason for him to be in such a hurry.
“What the hell is going on? Why are we in such a hurry?”
“It’s not safe here.” Nick informed me as he handed me my shoes.
“We need to go right now!” Nick demanded.
I was scared. I could tell from his voice he was too. I slid my shoes on and zipped up my jacket, and we made our way to the door.
“Nick, what is going on? Why are you so scared.”
“The same people that killed Brad are on their way here.” Nick said distraught.
“What?” I gasped as he pushed me into the car he had parked next to the cabin.
This was the first time I had heard anything about him being killed. I thought it was an accident. A fuel leak perhaps I was told. What the hell was this about him being killed, and why were they coming to the lake after him?
“Listen I don’t have time to explain right now, just know I am trying to protect you and we need to go now.” Nick said as he slammed his door closed and quickly put the keys in the ignition.
“Why are we taking a car? Wouldn’t it be better to take Michelle’s plane?”
“We don’t have time.” Nick angerly barked as he put the car into gear and pushed down on the peddle.
I was confused. Why were we in such a hurry? If Michelle had called him last night, why didn’t she just send the plane to pick us up? Why would we wait till morning and then be in such a frantic hurry to get away? How did he know someone was that close, that we didn’t have a second to spare?
I started looking around. Trying to figure out what we were running from. The lake was smooth as glass, the winter wind had taken a nap and the trees stood frozen in place. The sky was clear, but the air was crisp and cold. I couldn’t see anyone around, no unfamiliar faces lurking around or cars coming down the long dirt driveway coming from the main road. Why were we acting like we were running away from an invading force?
Nick sped past the main complex heading for the driveway towards civilization. I noticed a few of the staff pointing at us as they ran towards us yelling. Then I saw off in the distance Michelle’s plane sitting on the private air stip. I looked over at Nick and realized something was wrong. It was at that moment when I remembered Kim. Kim was there too. Nick was keeping secrets from me, and I knew something was not right. It wasn’t until I saw Max and Logan running towards us as well when I realized I was in real trouble.
“Stop the car!” I yelled.
“I can’t do that Brooke.” Nick unapologetically responded.
“Stop the god dam car!” I screamed.
Something inside of me exploded. I knew something was horrifically wrong with this situation and I no longer trusted Nick. He wasn’t trying to protect me he was what I needed protection from. In a flash my whole world was turned around. I thought he was the man of my dreams, now I felt like he had me trapped in a nightmare. Everything flashed in front of my eyes in a split second. Much like they say happens right before you die. I remembered back to when he talked to me on the internet and then when he first came and picked me up at the house in a limo. I remembered our first dinner together at the cantina and the first time he fucked me. The way he made me feel like a princess and did his best to drive a wedge between Brad and me. I realized I had been blind to it all along.
Nick increased his speed and slid down the dirt driveway towards the main road. The thick redwoods acting like a tunnel, blocking out the light above. I was certain I was being kidnapped and thought back to the terror of having lost my freedom once before.
We were almost to the highway when I saw a truck blocking the way. Nick was refusing to slow down acting like he would ram his way through when a shot rang out and pierced the windshield. Someone was shooting at us and hit Nick in the shoulder. I was screaming, afraid of Nick at this point and afraid of whomever was shooting at us too. I didn’t know who was friend, and who was foe anymore.
Nick was bleeding and in severe pain, but he wasn’t stopping. A second shot rang out as we hit the truck and came to an abrupt stop. Thank God there were airbags, or I would have been killed. As it was, I was knocked out on impact and only woke after the dust had settled.
“Brooke, are you ok?”
“Brooke?” I heard the voice call out.
I was still trying to figure out where I was, when the door opened, and the voice became recognizable.
“Baby, are you ok?”
I thought I had died right there in that accident. I must be dead, I thought. I must have hit the windshield and died on impact. I must have died and gone to heaven, how else could Brad be standing here, talking to me?
I was still in a daze as he pulled me from the car. I wasn’t sure if any of this was real. My body didn’t feel as if it had been in a car accident, but my head did. I wanted to believe it was Brad but there was no way. If he wasn’t killed in the explosion, he was eaten by sharks. If he had somehow survived the explosion and the sharks, he surely couldn’t have swam the fifteen miles to shore. Who was this man pretending to be my husband?
I was still dizzy, confused and in shock as this man drove me in his truck, back towards the lodge.
“It’s gunna be ok baby. You’re gunna be ok.” He spoke.
The next thing I knew we were back at the main complex. We were sitting in the club. I remembered this bar and dance club. It was the scene of many a crazy kink filled nights.
“Is she ok?” Michelle called out, as she entered the winterized room.
The chairs and tables had been pushed to one side of the floor; the room looked more like a storage room than a nightclub. The only thing that looked the same was the bar and all the bottles of liquor still on the shelf behind it.
“Yeah, she’s ok. Just in shock.”
I sat there at the one table that didn’t have chairs turned upside down on it. I listened to the exchange between the two people in the room with me but still felt as if I was outside of reality looking down on them.
“Let me get a fire started and warm it up in here.”
Michelle leaned down and gave me a big hug.
“Thank god you’re ok.” She sincerely said.
“Brad was right. I should have never second guessed him. It’s my fault, I’m so sorry.” She continued as she pulled up a chair at my table.
“Is she ok?” Another voice rang out as the door swung open letting the cool winter air rush in.
“Yeah, she’s just in shock still.” Michelle responded.
“Good to see you again girl.”
“Good to see you sweetheart.”
It was Logan and Max they both gave me a hug and went over to where the fireplace was.
“I was a little worried there for a minute, but Brad here had that fucker figured out.” Logan chuckled as he slapped Brad on the back.
I was starting to come too. I was starting to believe this was real. Was it? Was that really Brad? Was that really him?
“Brad told me they were up to something, but I really didn’t believe him. I still can’t believe that none of us saw it. But then again that’s why I hired you two in the first place.” Michelle confessed.
I sat there listening to Michelle explain as I let the warmth of the fire glide across the room and warm my body.
“When Brad told Ron what happened that night on the boat, we were all shocked. Finding out that Nick and Kim had been selling our secrets to the Anguillans explained a lot. Those bastards killed Liam and Abigail and now they wanted to kill Brad too. If you had been there with him instead of Mia, you would be dead right now.” Michelle explained.
“Wait a minute, You, Mia, Nick, the Anguillans?” I said confused as I looked over to see my Brad stoking the fire.
“Yeah, they boarded the boat late at night while Mia and Brad were sleeping and shot her. What they didn’t know was he wasn’t sleeping in the same bed with her. He was in another room and was able to jump ship before they set the whole thing ablaze.”
“They were sloppy.” Max laughed taking the poker from Brad’s hand.
I was trying to process everything, as Brad pulled up a chair and sat next to me.
“I’m sorry we let you think I was dead, but that was the only way I could get inside without them looking for me and I knew they wouldn’t hurt you as long as I was out of the picture.” Brad explained as he took my hand in his.
“It wasn’t at all sophisticated on their part, it was simple. They kept everything legit at the lodge but funneled all the money they were getting from Anguilla into an account in the Cayman’s.” Brad explained.
“They let the money lure ’em in and they sold us all out.” Brad continued.
Brad went on to explain the whole thing to me. Nick and Kim were double agents. They had been selling secrets to the Anguillan’s the whole time. They had made millions and were about to take off after the final betrayal. Kim and Nick told them where Mia and Brad where, knowing the Anguillans wanted revenge. It meant there was still some of the “family” alive and they would continue to have to keep an eye out for them in the future. I sat there listening to him explain but all I could see in my mind was him on the deck of that yacht with Mia.
“But the explosion? Is Mia still alive too?” I was still trying to understand.
“Unfortunately, Mia’s gone.” Michelle interjected.
“But our boy here is one tough shit.” Max bellowed, as he stoked the fire.
“Yeah, he is.” Logan agreed. Chuckling in approval.
“Brad here jumped into the shark infested waters and swam over fifteen miles to Lanai.” Michelle explained.
“I wanted to save Mia, but I knew it was too late. Once I heard the shots and looked out of my room I knew. They were dumping gas all over the place. I couldn’t take them all on and I knew if I didn’t sneak off quickly, I was going to die when they lit it on fire.”
I sat there listening to Brad explain what had happened, picturing it in my head. I started to feel even more guilty. I had felt guilty enough about thinking he was dead, and it was me who had driven him into the arms of another women, but now I felt even worse. He apparently wasn’t even sleeping with Mia.
“So, you weren’t sleeping with Mia?” I blurted out in surprise.
“No, of course not.” Brad snapped.
“I promised you I wouldn’t sleep with her again and I would never betray you like that.”
I couldn’t hold the tears back anymore. I felt my whole world crash and be rebuilt in an instant. I felt guilty for thinking he had slept with Mia. Something he surely had a right to do considering what I was doing with Nick. I felt like a hypocrite for being upset with him for that and at the same time I was overcome with joy that he was sitting next to me. My husband was alive and still loved me.
“I’m so sorry, I thought you.” I sobbed uncontrollably.
Brad cut me off pressing his lips to mine. He kissed me and held me tight, confirming he still loved me.
“I love you more than anything, and I’ll always do whatever it takes to keep you safe and happy.”
Michelle explained that based on what Brad had overheard from the henchmen that night, he suspected they had been tipped off by Nick and Kim. Once back on Lanai, Brad called Ron, who took the jet and picked Brad up and brought him back to the lodge. Ron quickly returned to Hawaii and kept up the lie that Brad had perished in the explosion, allowing Brad to poke around in the books and try to figure out if his suspicions were true.
Brad was good at finding the answers in the books and this was no exception. He discovered the secret accounts and shared the truth with Michelle. It was the Anguillan’s that tipped off Kim in Colorado and caused Nick to run off to the Lake with me. They had noticed some digital footprints that made them think Brad might still be alive and it might be him that was poking around.
Logan, Max, and Michelle flew to the lake as soon as they were tipped off that Kim had showed up there. They didn’t want to jump on Nick and let Kim get away, so they waited until they knew she was there. The whole time Brad was watching from a distance to make sure I was safe.
“I wanted to bust over here and scoop you up, but we had to wait until Kim exposed herself, so we could nab them both.” Brad interjected.
It was Becky. She was the insider feeding information back to Michelle about what was going on in the resort. If Kim and Nick thought, they were the only ones capable of double crossing someone they were oh so wrong. Becky was the daughter of another one of her operatives and extremely trustworthy.
I felt like a complete idiot. I had been taken in by Nick and Kim and basically left my loving husband to be with him. I thought I had driven Brad into the arms of another women only to suffer the loss of him all together. I couldn’t stop crying.
“I, I thought I lost you; I thought you left me; I didn’t think I would ever get a chance to tell you how sorry I was. I, I…” I bawled like a baby.
It must have been an hour later before I was able to calm down and accept that Brad was back. Logan, Max, and Michelle had all left us alone to reconnect, and the two of us cuddled up just watching the fire dance as the winter weather whipped around outside. Brad found some blankets and spread them out on the floor for us to lay down on, eventually we both fell asleep.
The next morning, I awoke to the sound of the jet as it flew past the lodge on its way into the distance. Brad explained Michelle was having them interrogated far away, and Logan and Max had gone along to make sure they found out everything they had divulged.
“What about us? What do we do now?” I tentatively asked.
“Well, that’s up to you.” Brad explained.
“Michelle wants us to stay here and take over Pine Lake, but I told her that was up to you.”
“What? Us run the whole resort?”
“Yeah, she wants us to take over for Nick and Kim and run the whole thing, including the couples’ retreat.” Brad continued.
I felt dirty and needed a shower and a change of clothes. The idea of staying at the lake and making it our own retreat was intriguing. I had never thought about Brad and I being the ones in charge of such an operation and certainly never thought in a million years I would be called on to do what Kim had done.
“I really need a shower.” I confessed.
I hated the idea of dragging Brad into Nick’s home but that was where I had all my clothes and the only other place to stay right now other than the staff’s quarters. He agreed it was the only option and so we both bundled up and made our way to the house.
We both took a shower and talked about the opportunity we were being presented with. After a few hours of conversation, some delicious breakfast and a pot and a half of coffee, we agreed to take her up on the offer and assume responsibility for Pine Lake Resort. I felt a sense of renewal at the end of our discussion. We were going to ask Michelle for the funds to remodel the cabin and make it our own and were already talking about ways we thought we could make the resort even better. Brad and I spent the rest of the day gleefully sharing our ideas before finally retiring to bed together for the first time in as long as I could remember.
It felt almost as new and exciting as our first time. I had forgotten how kind and gentle he could be as a lover and wanted to make him feel as special as he made me feel. My mind flashed back to the first time we made love and then again, the first time we made love after being married. It felt right. It felt comfortable. I felt safe again and knew I could never do anything that would risk losing him or what we had again.
For the next few weeks, we spent our days fixing up the cabin with the help of some of the staff and our nights reconnecting as the loving married couple we were. We took inventory and made plans on how to improve the resort. Fall was long gone, and winter was in full swing when Brad came to me one night.
“I just want you to know how much I love you. I love the time we’ve spent together alone in this place and making it into our own has been one of the most rewarding things I have ever done in my life.”
“But?” I interrupted.
I knew Brad better than I knew myself. I knew that tone of voice and I knew there was more.
“But I miss the other part of us too.”
“The other part of us?” I probed.
“You know that part of us that plays kinky games.”
I knew exactly what he meant. I loved the time we were spending together relaxing and enjoying each other but I too had grown used to the sexual excitement. I had a whole new appreciation for him and his power to keep me safe and happy. Any miss perceptions I may have had about his lack of masculinity had long since faded and all I could see in front of me now was a strong loving man that would literally swim across the ocean to save me.
“I know, but I don’t ever want to go through what we went through again.” I said a little troubled.
“I don’t either.” Brad confessed.
“So, what do we do now?” Brooke wondered out loud.
“Well as long as we both agree our love for each other is the most important thing and neither of us is willing to lose that, I think we are fine.”
I couldn’t argue with that. I did love him, and I knew he loved me. I certainly didn’t want to do anything that would drive him away. I had come too close to doing that already and wasn’t going to make that mistake again.
“What do you have in mind?” I inquired.
“I’m not sure, but I know as the new director of activities and the head training instructor for the couples camp program, you’ll come up with something.” He chuckled.
We both had a playful laugh and celebrated our mutual revelation with a heavy make out session. We ended up going to sleep that night without consummating any agreement, but I was seriously thinking about it as I drifted off to sleep.
The next morning was like any other and Brad went off to the main office to work on resort business. I spent the afternoon going over training materials and learning all the procedures the resort already had in place, making notes where I thought things might be improved. It was in reviewing some of the material for the couple’s camp program that I realized the key to spicing things up again was right there in front of us.
When Brad came home for lunch that afternoon, I presented him with my idea.
“I was thinking this morning, about what we talked about last night. I think I have an idea if you want to spice things up again.” I said as I warmed up his lunch.
“You’ve enjoyed when I tease you haven’t you?”
“What do you mean?” Brad asked.
“I mean you seemed to like it when you were locked up and I teased you.” I continued.
“Oh… Yeah I love when you tease me like THAT.” He confessed.
“So why don’t you go put your cage on. Then bring me the key.” I said with an intentionally firm tone.
I saw the smile on his face as he unquestioningly went to the bedroom to do as he was told. I had checked earlier and knew he had the cage and key in his nightstand, tucked discreetly in the back of the drawer.
A few minutes later he returned with his arm stretched out and the key dangling from his hand on the chain I had left it on last time we used it. I took it from him, mirroring his smile, us both knowing what was ahead.
“That’s my good boy.” I chuckled, patting him between the legs
I could feel the steel cage firmly affixed to his now helpless cock. I felt a surge of power run up my arm and into my core as my brain recalled the power that came from holding the key to his manhood. I wasn’t trying to be cruel, but I knew how much he enjoyed the tease and was going to do my best to make this work for both of us.
“I bet you’re trying to get hard right now, aren’t you?”
Brad started to answer, but I stopped him with a light slap across the face.
“You don’t get hard unless I tell you to. You understand?” I snapped trying to hide my smile.
I could see the look of approval on Brad’s face. This was exactly what we both needed. I sat down with him, and we both had lunch together, not talking about his new predicament at all. An hour or so later and I was once again alone, Brad was back at work.
That night we ate dinner and watched a movie together before retiring for the night. There was no mention of his cage, not even when we curled up together in bed. I could feel the heat emanating from him. The sexual energy from his groin was amplified by the metallic housing surrounding it. It was already having the effect we both wanted and raising the sexual excitement for us both. As I drifted off to sleep, Brad’s arm firmly around me pulling me close, I reminded myself how lucky I was to have him here once again.
The next day was uneventful, except for the obvious strain Brad suffered in the morning. I could see his excitement as he entered the shower. The next morning was more of the same, Brad’s dick pushing against the shiny steel as he rolled out of bed. I too was feeling the seeds of arousal as they sprouted in my own petri dish of excitement.
“Tonight, tonight I have a job for you.” I snickered as I slapped Brad’s ass, while he was shaving.
Brad had told me before how wearing a cage, forced his mind to constantly think about his cock’s helpless predicament. It was like a giant lightning rod for all the sexual energy that would normally be lost to the universe. It collected that energy and multiplied it.
For me it meant control. Power and control. I had an increased power to excite him with a simple look or pat. He was always on edge, ready for release but afraid to ask for it. He knew the rules. You ask for it and that will force me to make you wait longer. I was the one in control not him, and that was a big part of what excited both of us.
Brad was a good boy all day. He didn’t ask for any hints on what I had planned for us. He didn’t say a word at lunch although could tell he was dying too. It wasn’t until dinner was over when he got an inkling of what I had in mind.
I had flicked on the tv and patted the seat next to me.
“Come on over here after you clean up from dinner would you.” I instructed him.
I knew I was going to have to learn to be much more confident in my ability to control situations if I was going to teach others this skill. This was a perfect way to practice and get good at the other side of the power dynamic. I was a natural submissive but to be dominate took a little work. I had felt the adrenalin flow that came from the top, but it wasn’t that easy for me.
Brad was playing right along and did the dishes, something he rarely does. Once he was finished, he did as instructed, and took a seat next to me.
“I picked out a movie for us, I know you’ll like it.” I giggled.
I had found some of the tapes from previous couple’s camps and was reviewing them to see how they differed from my experience. I had pieced together a few of them on the computer and knew this would be a torturous tease for Brad.
The first scene was of a couple making out on the beach along the lake. The camera was moving with them, so it was obvious there was a third person operating the camera right next to them.
“You see how he kisses her?” I whispered in his ear as I playfully rubbed his steel cage thought his jeans.
Brad took the bait and quickly placed his lips on mine. I gladly accepted his kiss and returned his affection. I was feeling the lust build in me as well. I might have been good at teasing Brad, but I wasn’t able to keep it from affecting me as well. I let myself relax and started making out with him much like the couple on the beach. The lustful passion had returned. It had only taken two and a half days and we were back to crazy animals that had nothing but a key and a lock holding us back. We passionately kissed as the conglomeration of video clips played on. The noises of our love mixing with those on screen.
“Oh, that looks delightful, doesn’t it.?” I purred, as I took my top off exposing my bare breasts.
There was a women stretched out on one of the outdoor lounge chairs. It was obviously summertime as the sunset lit the background. She was completely naked with one foot planted firmly on the lounger, that knee jetting upward towards the evening sky. She had a man face first between her legs.
“Why don’t you get down on your knees.” I said with a smile.
Brad’s caged cock had him focused intently on what I wanted instead of being led by his unruly masculinity. This was one of the benefits of confinement. Even after only a few days, there was a complete shift in the power dynamic, and he was completely attentive to me in ways he otherwise just couldn’t.
While he took up his position of service, I slid out of the rest of my clothes and gave him a peak at what I had to offer. I didn’t want to let him dive right in, I wanted him to work for it and show me how much he desired me.
“You think you deserve a taste of this?” I teased, gliding my finger through my pussy.
“Yes ma’am.” He playfully responded.
It had been a while since I had heard him say ma’am and I was instantly encouraged. I felt the surge of adrenaline as his words fueled my powerful engine. There was nothing better when it came to empowering a woman than hearing a man subserviently calling them ma’am.
“Oh really? You think you can please me?” I snickered, closing my legs, and hiding my prize.
“Show me then.” I demanded as I offered up my bare foot for him to kiss.
I looked down at my husband as he gently kissed the top of my foot. He continued placing little kisses up and down my foot and ankle until I pulled it away and offered up my other foot for his admiration. The moans of the woman on screen played in the background as the fireplace crackled and I relished his homage.
“Take these off.” I commanded. Pushing my free foot against his pants and belt.
Brad wasted no time unbuckling his belt and yanking his pants open and sliding them down to his ankles. With a few awkward but affective motions he had his shoes and pants off and out of the way.
“Why don’t you have a seat.” I instructed, patting the cushion next to me.
I didn’t usually like overseeing the decisions like that, but when he was wearing his cage and acting submissive to me, it felt right. As soon as he took his seat, I gave him a little peck on the cheek and stood up.
“Let’s see how much you like this.” I laughed
“It might get a little painful.”
I pushed his legs apart with my foot and took a stand between them. I gyrated my hips and swayed to the imaginary music playing in my head. I brushed up against his bare skin and teased his caged cock. I wanted to give him a show he wouldn’t soon forget, one he might get at a five-star strip club in Las Vegas.
I brushed my hair against his shoulder teasing him with my scent. Stopping at his ear for a quick mental poke.
“Still think that cage is a good idea?” I taunted him, as I turned to tease him some more.
I knew how much Brad enjoyed the tease, and the strain against his cage proved it. He had learned to enjoy the punishment that most men would find torturous. To Brad this was fourplay. I continued tormenting him, pressing my ass against his flaccid prison.
“Nah ah, hands to yourself.” I threatened when he grabbed my thighs and tried to pull me closer.
My dance was having the exact effect I wanted. Brad was burning with desire and yet frustrated he couldn’t indulge. This was the fire we both wanted to continue to fan, the fire we had both been missing. I rode his lap, brushed my breasts against his, and slid by body along his. I worked him up and down like a milk maid making butter. Brad’s breathing was getting heavier and heavier, I knew it was getting harder for him to resist, so I took a step away and let him absorb my beauty.
“I bet you wish you could have this right now.” I teased.
I lifted one leg, placing my foot between his legs and resting it against his cage. I was showing off my ultimate prize and the glistening results of my own excitement. I too felt the passion swell between us. This game of tease and denial was equally pleasing for us both. I used my fingers to spread myself open and give Brad a glimpse of what he was powerless to penetrate.
“Oh, she’s so wet.” I confessed, as my finger found its way inside.
I pulled my finger from my moisture and brought it quickly to my lips to tasted the golden nectar I was already producing.
“mmmmmm” I moaned, as I relished the sweet flavor.
I pulled my finger from my mouth and returned it to the warmth of my pussy, where I gently probed. It wasn’t as if I needed to search for the right spot, I was intimately self-aware and knew all the best places to explore.
Brad sat there wide eyed with his mouth hanging. He was obviously enjoying the show. He had a front row seat to the insider’s world of female masturbation. I felt the energy from his cock as it surged through the bars and up my leg. It was as if his restrained dick was the battery for my imagination, powering my finger to action. I played with myself in part to bring pleasure to him, but now to also bring relief for myself.
I moaned softly as I plunged first one then two fingers into my dripping hole. I was energized, and motivated. I wanted to cum, and I wanted him to watch.
“Oh god, oh yes, yes.” I cried out, as I felt the ripples approach.
I was surprised how quickly I was able to make myself cum. I had certainly masturbated before, but never had found myself so turned on doing it for someone else.
“My turn?” Brad questioned, as my orgasmic bliss hovered, and my fingers slowed.
“Hmmm, well let’s see.” I smiled.
“I’ll give you two choices. Choice number one you can take off your cage and jerk off. Of course, I don’t want to watch so you’ll have to do it in the bathroom on your own. After you’re done, you will have to put your cage back on and go to bed. Or choice number two, you stay locked up, but I’ll let you eat my pussy until I cum again.” I said doing my best to stay in Mistress mode.
Brad sat there with a look of real concern. He obviously wanted to be released but didn’t want his night to come to an end so soon. I knew he would choose to please me as soon as I saw his tongue betray his poker face. Try as he might, Brad was unable to hide his desire to lick me. His tongue poked out from between his teeth and ran back and forth across his lips. He was thinking of exactly what I wanted him to think about and I knew it.
I took the que and laid back down on the couch spreading my legs and giving him a huge invitation to his obvious choice.
“That’s it baby, trade your orgasm for mine.”
My words seemed to be all the encouragement he needed. Brad dove in like a starved puppy. He wasted no time and scooped up everything he could with his wet tongue. I laid back and relished in the feeling of his loving attention. I was in heaven as he probed and lapped away at my luscious folds. I was impressed with his vigor. While he wasn’t overly aggressive, his lustful desire was more than evident. I had done a great job of turning up the knob of his desire way past anything it had been set to recently.
“Oh yes, that a boy, lick me.” I moaned.
I reached down and flicked his hanging cage with my foot, reminding him of his predicament, although I’m not sure he needed any reminder. His dick was tearfully aware of its inability right now and it was evident. There was something special about knowing he was trading his own orgasm for the opportunity to give me one. The power of my control over his desire was part of it, but a larger part was just the erotic thought of him desiring my pleasure above his. It not only made me feel powerful but desired. The feelings and thoughts comingled and swirled around in my belly, causing my second orgasm to swell up inside.
“Yes, that’s it, yes, oh god…” I cried out as the warmth overwhelmed me.
I pushed my hips up to meet his dancing tongue. I wanted to ride his face though the waves of pleasure now crashing over me. I wanted to flood his mouth with my juice.
I lay there as the ripples of bliss comforted me. I felt so appreciated and desired. I wanted to give myself to him completely but forced myself to refrain.
“That was delightful.” I acknowledged.
Brad kissed his way up my body to my mouth and shared the deliciousness with me. I knew he wanted to be set free but was trying hard not to ask. He was just as turned on by the power exchange as I was, and knew that any attempt to regain that control would diminish our fun. He did his best to refrain from pleading and instead held me tight.
“It’s getting late, why don’t we go to bed.” I suggested.
Brad agreed to turn off the video and close up for the night while I went to bed and waited for him. I could hear the moans of the women on the tv reaching a fevered pitch as I slid under the covers. Brad was taking his time turning off the video undoubtedly just punishing himself even more. His obsession with his own denial would ultimately lead to our mutual excitement but in the meantime, it was a uniquely pleasurable torture.
The next morning, I woke up to Brad making breakfast. I could smell the eggs cooking as I walked into the kitchen to get my morning coffee.
“Morning sweetie.” He greeted.
“Good morning baby.” I yawned as I walked past him and pored a cup.
I took a few swigs of my joe and felt the life returning to my body. I wasn’t exactly a morning person.
“I need to do a few things in the office today, but I shouldn’t be very long. I think it’s only gunna be a half day.” Brad informed me, knowing he would most likely not get much of a response.
We sat at the breakfast table barely saying a word, as the food on our plates slowly disappeared. I was finally feeling myself about the time Brad collected up the plates and took them to the kitchen.
My mind was firing on all cylinders now and I started to think about how I was going to continue his erotic anguish.
“You need to shave.” I reminded him.
“I know, I’m gunna take a shower as soon as I finish the dishes.”
“Then you’ll need this.” I announced, holding up the key hanging around my neck.
Brad got a smile on his face, as the thought of his release sparked his imagination.
“I’ll give you ten minutes, and then I want it locked back and this key back in my hand. Understand?” I demanded.
Brad’s smile faded and was replaced with solemness. He knew I was just keeping our game alive, but he also knew it was important for him to abide by my commands. My natural submissiveness made it difficult to take control like this and so he needed to do his best to play along and not push back.
“Yes ma’am.” He politely responded.
I walked behind Brad, as he stood there rinsing off the dishes.
“And when I said shave, I meant all of it.” I sternly said as I reached down and patted his cage.”
I sat my necklace with the key on the counter beside the sink and walked into the living room.
“Ten minutes. You better hurry, your times already started.” I laughed as I strutted away.
I couldn’t help but giggle at the way Brad quickly set the dripping dishes on the drying rack and scooped up the key. He nearly sprinted to the bathroom before I could even find my way to the tv remote. I could hear him running the water waiting for it to warm before he got in the shower, the buzz of his electric clipper already buzzing away. I flipped the tv on and sat back watching the morning news as I finished sipping away at my coffee.
True to his promise Brad was back key in hand and completely shaven in his allotted time. I snickered as he handed me the key, still naked and dripping wet.
“I didn’t want to be late ma’am”
“Well thank you, I appreciate your effort.” I affirmed.
A few minutes later Brad reemerged from the bedroom, this time dry and dressed for the office. I gave him a loving kiss and hug and told him to hurry back before he closed the door and headed off to the main lodge.
I spent the remainder of the morning reviewing policy and procedures for the resort and the couples camp program specifically. While I knew the additional weight hanging between Brad’s legs was distracting, I too was finding it difficult to think of much other than sexual gratification. The subject of Couples Camp and the kinky nature at the heart of everything surrounding it was conjuring up both memories as well as ideas for future adventures. I found myself in a perpetual state of arousal with each page of material I read.
It was a little after two when Brad finally returned. He explained a few of the issues he had with some maintenance records, and I told him a few of my ideas for the spring reopening. We both tried to continue a normal conversation, but the sexual tension was palpable. Eventually we both broke down and admitted we were unable to continue the charade.
“Take off your clothes and show me your prisoner.” I demanded.
I felt a little silly calling it his prisoner, but I wasn’t ready to start dirty talking. I needed a little warmup myself before I could find the words to really set things ablaze.
I watched as Brad hurriedly stripped his clothes and revealed the shiny silver bars surrounding his masculinity. The jolt of energy I needed was right there in his compliance. I felt as if I drained the power of his trapped cock and held it in my hand. His power was mine and his helplessness was my energy drink. I was in control of his desire, but mine was almost unrestrainable. I thought about slowly stripping off my clothes and teasing him even more, but I didn’t have the patience. I stripped off my clothes and widened my stance.
“How would you like to feel my warmth?” I hissed, truly feeling the debaucheries inside me ignite.
Brad followed my direction and slid his finger inside me. He was no armature and knew the spots I liked the most. I felt his finger curl slightly and hook into the swelling nub just inside. I relished in the feeling as he circled my g spot with the tip of his middle finger. Brad’s hand was pressed firmly up against my soft flesh as his finger gyrated at just the right pace. Brad knew my body and could sense just what tempo it desired.
“Yeah, that’s it, right there.” I instructed him.
It was only a few seconds later and I could feel the wetness I had been building up all day flood from my body. I filled Brad’s hand with the juice produced by my lust filled mind, but he only pushed deeper as I rode his hand like it was a bucking bronco. I could smell the desire at is gushed from me and hear the sounds of it as it sloshed around. Brad held me lovingly close as my body convulsed, propped up by his probing digit. I felt a second wave of orgasmic delight rush over me before the first was even complete. I was shaking uncontrollably, my legs hardly able to keep me up anymore.
I felt my body go weak, and Brad caught my weight to prop me up. He gently helped me rest on the couch as I twitched as if I had been Tazed by the police. I was practically helpless as Brad leaned down and started to lick the wetness from his hand and my gaping hole. I was having trouble staying in character and be the one in charge as he played my body like a French horn.
“Not the clit.” I barked as I slid my hand down to block him.
My body tensed up; I was way too sensitive to allow him to lick my clit right now. As much as I usually liked it, now was not the time.
I started to relax as Brad sucked up the dampness from me. He drew his tongue across my skin and took with it the proof of my arousal. I felt completely spent and yet his attention was keeping me on a cloud of arousal I normally didn’t experience. I felt that cloud floating up again as he slowed his exploration and started to remove his face from my groin.
“Don’t stop now.” Was all I could muster.
My body was disconnected from my mind at this point. I knew I should be telling him what to do, but my body was in full submission. I was more pleading for his attention than I was demanding it and I was sure he could tell.
Brad attempted to return to his duties but I felt a rush of power return to my body and directed his attention to where I now felt it should be. I pushed my hips up and rolled them towards my shoulders, pulling my pussy farther out of his reach. I wanted his tongue on the nerve endings he had yet to simulate, and he knew it.
Brad circled my ass with his outstretched tongue, sending a rush of excitement though my body. I loved when he teased my hole, just barely touching me and then tapping at the tight entrance. I pulled my knees in tighter and pressed up encouraging him to continue.
Brad pressed harder against my ass as I relaxed and allowed him. I could feel the excitement darting between my ass and my pussy as the nerves tingled with excitement. Once again, my body took control and pressed back. I wanted to feel his tongue thrusting in me like a cock.
Brad rocked back and forth proving his devotion as I relished the feeling. Only a man that truly loved a women could do something so intimate in such a fashion. I felt his adoration, his devotion as well as his unleashed lust for me. He was like a loyal dog trying his best to earn a treat and I loved it.
I felt the swell again as it filled my pussy with excitement. I moaned out stimulating Brad’s exuberance as he fucked my ass with his tongue.
“Oh god, I’m cumming.” I screamed.
I rode the waves of pleasure as they flooded from me and ran down the crack of my ass. Brad relentlessly held on, trying to stay with my convulsing body. I was completely drained. I couldn’t take another second of stimulation, no matter how amazing it felt.
I lowered my legs and blocked his attack, forcing Brad to raise up and take a breath.
“Was that ok?” Brad asked.
I couldn’t muster up the words to respond, instead I just wrapped my legs around his body and pulled him in towards me. For the next few minutes, we both lay there cuddled up, trying to recover. It took me a while before I could even see straight again.
“Would you look at that.” I laughed.
I looked down and saw poor Brad’s cock dripping clear tears of joy. I knew he wanted to fuck me but was too helpless his desires to be teased and denied. It was a complicated dynamic. The desire to have sex mixed with an even stronger desire to be teased by the woman he wanted so badly. I didn’t want to end the delightful game for him so soon, but I knew the frustration would eventually get to be too much for even Brad to bare.
I teased his cage a little and playfully jerked it, as if I was going to give him some relief. But none was to come. I wanted to keep his frustration going a little longer so I told him to get up and help me clean up.
After dinner we watched more of the steamy videos from the resort as I teased Brad with promises of the future. I had his brain on high speed as I kept the images on the screen and in his ear swirling around. I wanted to get him so frustrated that he would agree to anything before making the next move in our kinky game.
“You have been such a good boy I think you deserve a reward. So, I have decided. You have another choice to make. Either I can unlock you and you will be allowed two minutes to jerk off, in the bathroom of course. Or you can choose to remain locked, and I will play with you until I have had enough.”
Brad looked at me conflicted. He wanted so badly to cum that he was contemplating being allowed to jerk off, but at the same time I know I had intrigued him with the second option. The one that allowed him the intimacy with me he so desired.
“So, is it me, or the bathroom?” I sternly asked.
Brad took a minute to think about it. He was torn, but I knew what he would ultimately pick.
“You, I would rather be with you, than alone in the bathroom.” Brad confessed.
Brad got a smile on his face. It wasn’t because he was all of a sudden convinced, he had chosen wisely, but instead it was a response to the smile that took over my face. I loved to hear his admission that he would rather be with me, even if confined, than to be allowed release and be left alone.
I reached out and took his caged cock in my hand, jiggling the prison like a plastic easter egg. Instead of a candy surprise all I could hear was the jangle of the lock as it was against the steel bars. I ran my finger between the hard beams brushing against his bulging flesh. Poor Brad’s cock was helpless to escape and crying for mercy. I scooped up the clear tear from the tip of his cock and used it to lubricate the bulging flesh around the head of his cage. Teasing him with my touch was only the start of my sexual torture.
I continued running my finger along the bars of his cage until I was satisfied every nerve ending in his cock was awakened. His body was starting to betray him, much like mine had earlier by pushing closer. Brad was thrusting his hips forward trying to get his cock closer to my hand, but I was intentionally elusive.
“What about these? Do they need some attention too?” I giggled.
Brad was to wound up to get the words to leave his mouth, but his body reacted and pushed towards my touch. I took Brad’s balls into my hand and gently held them. I relished in the weight and fullness of them, having been teased for days and not allowed any release.
“Oh, there so full. I bet you would love for me to drain them. Wouldn’t you?”
I knew my words would go unanswered, but they wouldn’t go unheard. I was stirring the boiling pot knowing it would soon be boiling over.
“How long would you stay caged for me, baby? Would you stay locked up a whole month?”
“Mm Hm,” Was his response.
I knew he could last a whole month; he had done it before.
“Oh, that’s so sweet of you.” I purred in his ear as I continued to fondle his balls.
Brad was having trouble keeping his eyes open. The pleasure of my touch sparking his imagination.
“Would you wait longer if I promised to suck your cock?” I inquired as I pressed my mouth to his straining dick.
I wrapped my mouth around his cage and pushed my hot breath against his skin, exciting his dreams of my oral skills.
“Yeahh,” He gasped.
My strategy was working perfectly. I was already getting him to agree to a longer stay for the promise of sexual favors. I slowly bobbed, simulating the blowjob he was now imagining. I breathed my hot breath on his smooth balls as I gently squeezed them and continued teasing him with a blowjob he could only dream about.
“Oh, I think you would like that baby. I know I would.” I cooed.
I continued my pretend blowjob as I kneaded his sack and encouraged the now continuous flow of clear fluid from his cock. I slid my finger across his slit and retrieved the sticky pre-ejaculate, using it to lubricate his unsuspecting hole. I felt brads body tense when I first pressed against his sphincter, but quickly his desire took over. I teased his cock, licking the skin protruding through the bars as I worked my digit past his resistance. Slowly but surely, I found what I was looking for the walnut sized gland that held the key to his swollen testicles. I gently swirled my finger along the soft surface of his prostate, causing Brad to let out a moan of appreciation.
“Oh, you like that don’t you?” I prodded.
Brad’s breathing grew more rapidly as I continued my circular manipulation, pressing his button and causing him immense pleasure. I licked his soft sac as I teased his senses and coxed his seed to boil over. Brad’s body was starting to betray him. There was no way Brad could hold back when his muscles pushed back to meet my motions. He wanted me to continue.
Brad’s motions became more animated as his breathing grew faster and more shallow. I could tell I was getting him close.
“You want to cum don’t you baby?” I purred.
“Mm Hmmm,”
“Tell me baby, tell me what you want.” I commanded, pausing for a second to threaten him, with what would happen if he didn’t respond.
“I want to cum.” He gasped.
“I know you do baby.” I taunted, continuing to press on.
I watched the tip of his cock as the clear liquid started to thicken and become milkier. His pre-ejaculate was giving way to the real thing. I knew now was my opportunity to ratchet up his submission and really turn the temperature up on his denial fantasy.
“Would you keep your cage on even longer baby? Or should I stop now?” I snapped as my finger came to an abrupt stop.
Brad’s eyes popped open, and his face pleaded for me to continue. His body was begging for me too, but I had a plan and was sticking to it.
“Choice time. You want to cum right now or you want me to stop, and we can forget about this whole thing.” I asked, as I started my rubbing again.
“I want to cum, please.” Brad pleaded.
“If you’re willing to keep this cage on till spring, I will make you cum right now, otherwise we can stop right now and forget this whole game.” I proclaimed as I again came to an abrupt stop.
I knew either way he would be happy. He loved the teasing game we played almost as much as cumming. Either way he would win, but I had a feeling my stick and carrot strategy would produce the answer I was looking for.
“On,” I said as I pushed against his now swollen prostate forcing a few more drops to seep out.
“Or off?” I snapped as I released the pressure and held steadfast.
“ON, on please, I’ll leave it on.” Brad pleaded, pushing down against my hand.
I couldn’t help but smile as my husband begged me to keep his cage affixed to his cock. I rewarded his pleading with the motion he was begging for and rotated it against his gland. Brad was gasping for air as I pressed the milk from him. I watched the white substance boil out of the tiny hole in the shiny cap restraining him. I gently massaged his balls, coxing every drop from him, with both my hands.
“Oh god. Oh god.” He screamed as the salty prize overflowed.
Brad’s body was shaking with pleasure, much like I had earlier. I had brought him as much pleasure as he brought to me, and we were both thankful for it. Once Brad calmed down, we both got up and headed off to bed for the night.
“Are you really going to make me keep this on till spring?” Brad whimpered as we laid there falling asleep together.
I guess he realized it was only the first of December and there was nearly four months until spring. I just patted his cage and rolled over. I wasn’t sure if I would make him wait that long, but I knew he would lay there and think about it and get excited all over again. This game was fun for both of us, and I was enjoying playing it as much as he was.