Series, Erotic Romance
Handcuffs for Beginners 6: Patrick
Jane’s husband is desperate: A distraught expression crossed his face as he spotted her ruffled hair and knickers hanging from her coat pocket…
Introducing… Jane’s Husband. If you missed previous episodes, part one is here. Patrick made a previous appearance in one of my very early stories on Medium, here
Jane rang the doorbell and waited for Patrick to answer. She turned and waved Goodbye to her neighbour, Anne, who had watched her walk across to the front door, and then stepped inside.
Jane and Anne had just made love whilst Anne’s husband watched, so Jane was ready for a bedtime drink and slumber, but as she had mentioned to her neighbours, she and Patrick had unfinished business.
Patrick was beside himself. He had arrived home from work and eagerly done as she asked — dried her as she emerged from the shower, then helped her dress in a basque and stockings, his fingers trembling, his mouth panting and salivating as he did up the tiny hooks and suspender clasps. From previous experience this would be a prelude to an evening of sexy teasing, driving him crazy with desire before she finally unlocked his chastity belt. He hadn’t reckoned on this evening’s new development. She had read a message on her phone and announced that she was going to fuck the next door neighbour. He kept telling himself this was just part of the tease, and that surely she was just having a coffee with Anne.
She was back in a little more than the hour she had promised. He stood facing her, wearing a large baggy jumper that didn’t quite cover his chastity belt. A distraught expression crossed his face as he spotted her ruffled hair and knickers hanging from her coat pocket. She looked him up and down nonchalantly, completely unprepared for what he would do next.
He sank to his knees in front of her, held her fingers, and soaked the backs of her hands and wrists with kisses and with tears respectively.
“Hey, Baby! What’s the matter?”. She fondled his hair.
He looked up and spoke. “Did you… let David fuck you?”.
She almost giggled, but his expression made her understand the enormity of his concern. She rearranged her features in to a reassuring smile and explained. “No, Baby Boy. I did it with Anne”.
His eyes widened in amazement. He had always had a soft spot for Anne. She was absolutely the older lady he would like to… Jane’s laughter interrupted his train of thought. “Hey, if you’re very good, we might let you watch next time”.
She hugged him, holding his head close to her chest. Neither of them spoke for a minute. She found a hanky in her other pocket and dried his tears.
“I want you to make drinks and join me in fifteen minutes. Oh! You can lose that jumper”. She gave his hair a final fondle, and left him kneeling on the hall floor. He watched her climb the stairs; God! He adored those stockings. He adored Jane. The thought of her doing it with Anne was mindblowing. His reverie was interrupted by the sound of the shower. He looked down, suddenly aware of the agonising pain of his penis fighting the cruel constraint of his chastity belt. He bent himself double, grabbed the waistband of the garment and, tears in his eyes, tried in vain to wriggle it to a more comfortable position. Having failed to find any relief, he stood and struggled to turn his mind to the practicalities of switching on the kettle.
Fifteen minutes and one millisecond later, Patrick and a tray of bedtime drinks entered the bedroom.
He stopped and did a double take. A release session would normally start with her dressed in something amazing, and him made to submit in a hundred ways before his treat. On this occasion, she was naked, legs splayed, facing him, smiling her wickedest smile. At the foot of the bed, on his side, a chain emerged between the mattress and bed frame. An open padlock was next to it.
The cups on the tray clattered as Patrick’s hands shook with fear. Her account of doing it with Anne raced through his head, and now something was very different from usual. She gave him a few seconds to stare, then watched as he put the tray on her bedside table. He stood still. Her silence made him even more uncomfortable. She glanced towards the chain then back at him with an even broader smile and a nod.
He stayed transfixed for a moment, then sprang in to action as his compulsion to obey took over. He sat on his side of the bed, leaned forward, wrapped the chain round his left ankle, and snapped the lock shut. She rewarded him by handing him the key to his chastity belt, then sat and sipped her drink while he quickly unlocked it, undoing the waist belt and releasing the front part, which he carefully eased downwards till his penis popped out of its tube. He handed the key back to her, then wriggled the belt from under his bottom and carefully placed it on the floor. He would often stay soft till she stimulated him back to life, but on this occasion her eyes widened in surprise; he was big and very hard in an instant, which suited her purpose well.
She ignored his erection and handed him his drink. He sipped gratefully; the drink occupied him as he was too anxious to meet her eye or make conversation.
Jane’s head was still spinning with thoughts of what she had done with Anne. She wanted more, along with a desire to help Patrick to his place in the new scheme of things. His place in the new scheme of things was… she pondered; she didn’t have a word for it. Her thoughts crystallised. Actions would speak louder than words. She was going to give him the ultimate ruin. She watched his twitching penis as he finished his drink, then she moved over, snuggled up to him, and whispered.
“Darling, I want to tell you what Anne did with her new strap on penis. She went on top of me, like this”.
Patrick simply could not believe it as Jane pulled him on top of her. The length of his ankle chain allowed the illusion that he was free.
“She took the lead, and eased her Huge Cock right inside me, just like, YES, you’ve got the idea. Hey, slow down. It was Anne’s first time with a penis, and you need to remember that a strap on just stays hard, and never ejaculates. Can you do that with yours, Baby?”
Patrick froze and concentrated very hard on not ejaculating.
“That’s right, we kissed and cuddled, like this… then I wrapped my legs and arms firmly around her, like this, and gripped her penis very hard, just like this, and then I sort of rotated my pelvis; I’ll do that very slowly for you, because you’re not allowed to ejaculate. You can hold it for me, can’t you Baby? Yes! That is very nice indeed. Don’t you dare ejaculate.”
Patrick tried very hard indeed to hold on. Jane gripped him harder with her arms and legs and squeezed him with her strong internal muscles, her mind focussed on Anne and The Cock. She orgasmed, loudly, unashamedly, twice. She came back to Earth with a gentle moan, and continued her monologue:
“Anyway, as you can imagine, within seconds we were both in ecstasy. For a while we simply didn’t notice David. Oh! Did I mention David was lying right next to us? Anne had tied him to the bed, hands and feet tied top and bottom so he couldn’t touch himself or move towards us. We suddenly realised that two women fucking next to him had sent him apoplectic. He was beside himself with excitement and…”
Patrick interrupted her monologue with a sudden burst of movement. The notion they had done it with David tied up alongside them sent him crazy. He knew Jane wouldn’t be pleased, but he cast aside the notion of gentle movements and tantric self-control, and pumped her frantically.
Jane suppressed a giggle. He had surprised her with how long he had managed to hold it given her mega stimulus following a lock-up period. She unwrapped her arms and legs, placed her heels and elbows on the bed, and allowed him a further two seconds of pumping. Then, judging the moment to perfection, she jammed her heels and elbows in to the mattress and pushed with all her might. The chain dug in to his ankle with an agonising pain, holding him in place while she slid twelve inches upwards, sliding easily beneath his sweaty body. He screamed as his penis slipped out of her, and his senses were overtaken by the agonising pain of the chain tightening around his ankle.
His head came to rest against her breasts. His body bucked and twisted with a distraught cry, and then he laid still. She ran her fingers through his hair, cradling him, and felt his tears flooding her cleavage. She popped a hard nipple in to his mouth and felt him suck as his primeval need for comfort and solace overwhelmed him. They stayed, silent, in the same position for several minutes. Eventually she eased herself out, pushed him on to his back, leaned over, kissed his eyelids, and told him to sleep. He drifted off, exhausted, lying in the most enormous wet patch. Apart from the pain in his ankle, he had felt nothing.
7am, as usual after a release session, he was woken by the clank of a coffee cup, served on a tray with a red rose from the garden and his chastity belt, its open lock ready to be clicked shut. She was out of the room before his eyes opened; not being able to get hard without her made it much easier to get the belt back on before giving her a shout to pop through and unlock his ankle. He sat up and savoured his coffee. He was so lucky to have her.
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