Paul nervously tapped his foot on the floor while watching the therapist read his questionnaire. “Stop that”, she ordered without looking up from his questionnaire. Paul felt a jolt run through his body and immediately stopped tapping his foot. Somehow Dr. Susan had an aura of dominance to her, which made him feel like he had to follow her order without hesitation. “So, you are here because you have a problem with your sexual behavior, is that correct?” she asked. “Yes, that is correct.” he answered. “Let me sum up what we are working with here – please correct me if I am mistaken, Paul” she began. “You are 25 years old, never had a girlfriend, never kissed a girl, never had sex or went down on a girl. You desire women, you agree that you have a problem with objectifying them – whenever you see a beautiful woman, you basically undress her with your eyes and imagine how it would be to have sex with her. You frequently masturbate – up to three times a day I see on the questionnaire – to internet porn and pictures of girls you have a crush on. Is that correct so far?” Paul gulped and felt humiliated and small. “Y-y-es, that is correct…..”. It hurt to have his shortcomings said out in the open like that, even worse from a female doctor who turned out to be barely over 35 years old and quite attractive. “No need to feel shame Paul” she said. “You are making the first step in the right direction by coming to me. As you know from my references, I am a behavioral therapist and have helped many men in similar situations to yours live a fulfilling live with women finally noticing them.” Paul nodded. “Yes, that’s what I have heard from several people” he said. “I hope you can help me as well. All I want is to have girls finally notice me and have the courage to speak to them.”. She started explaining him the therapy “Well Paul, I am sure we can arrange that. But you have to make sacrifices as well and actively work with me to get the results you wish for” she said. “First of all, we need to address your masturbation problem. It is actively holding you back in your personal growth. Please strip.” Paul was shocked. “E-e-xcuse me??” he asked. “Strip.” She ordered. Again, something about her tone and aura….made him immediately follow her orders until he stood completely naked in front of her, his first time naked in front of any woman. “I see” she said. As she had expected, Paul was lacking in the penis department, below average was a nice way of putting it. “To fix your masturbation habit, I require you to wear a masturbation prevention device for as long as I see required. For this to work securely, I need you to get a prince albert piercing. If you choose against any of these two things, I will not work with you and you leave here today forever”. She said. Paul was shocked. He had heard of her unconventional methods but this….he was still in shock and didn’t know what to do. “It’s rather easy Paul. Our initial session is over now. If you want to continue your therapy, the next time you want to come here, you need to be pierced. Otherwise I will not allow you to see me again.” She said. “Goodbye for now, Paul”. She finished and gestured towards the door. Paul stood on the pavement outside her therapy studio and was in shock, and confused. He had to think this over. Several weeks later, his crush from university found a new boyfriend, and seeing the two of them in love and making out just broke his heart, as has happened several times before. “I need to change something, now!” he said to himself and out of pure frustration went to the piercing studio Dr. Susan had recommended. He explained to the male artist what he required and who sent you. A smile ran across the piercers face. “Surely, we can do it right now. Let me call the expert for these piercings. Please lay down on this chair, naked from the waist down.” He said. Paul stripped and laid down on what looked like a gynecological chair, with his legs up in the air and his crotch exposed. The piercer came back and put straps around Pauls ankles. “Some people jolt once we pierce them, to avoid our heads being kicked we fix their ankles.” He explained. Sounded logical, thought Paul, still in a haze and not realizing what was happening. A beautiful tattooed girl with black hair and an incredible body entered the room. “Hi, I’m Lisa, I will be performing your piercing today” she introduced herself. Paul wanted to sink into the floor from shame, laying here exposed like that, about to have an absolute dream girl put a ring through his dick. “So Dr. Susan sent you?” she asked. “Then I know which size of piercing you need” she smiled at Paul. “I always enjoy helping Dr. Susan help a patient” she said. Paul was embarrassed even more, knowing she knew why he needed the piercing. “Hold still, this might hurt a bit” she said. Paul felt a jolt of pain run through his penis, followed by a really strange sensation. When he looked down, he saw that Lisa had put a ring through the head of his penis, she closed it off with a little bell. “All done, another bull ringed” she joked at Paul. After giving Paul instructions on how to care for his piercing, she also said “I have taken all measurements and will confirm to Dr. Susan you had your piercing, no worries”. With that, he went home, still completely overwhelmed by what he had done. The next week, he had his next appointment with Dr. Susan. “I am very proud of you Paul” she started. “Not many men dare to take such a step into the right direction. Now, before we start, I’d like for the both of us to sign a therapy contract. To make this watertight, my assistant” – she pointed at the young woman who just entered the office – “will be the witness”. She handed Paul a contract and he read it closely, without understanding everything. “Basically” she said “this contract states that you enter therapy with me for the problems we discussed. Since this is mainly a mental health issue, it gives me authority as your doctor authority to use whatever methods required to make you live a happy life.” She smiled, knowing, he had no clue what that meant. In reality this contract made Paul acknowledge he had an addiction problem which affected his mental health, putting her as his legal warden in any matters whatsoever. And it also was an openended contract, the ending was defined as “when the doctor agrees the patient has been cured”. Which meant, she was the one deciding everything for him from now on until she decided he was cured. Paul gulped but signed anyways, thinking it was a standard issue medical contract. “Very good” she said and handed the contract to her assistant, who left with it. Over the next weeks, during which his piercing healed, Paul had several sessions with Dr. Susan. They discussed his sexual fantasies, he showed her pictures of the girls he had a crush on and Dr. Susan made notes. Every two weeks, he went to a checkup with Lisa, the piercing artist, to check his piercing was healing nicely. It still felt weird to be naked in front of her, and when she touched his penis with her gloved hands, he couldn’t help getting an erection. “It’s fine, don’t worry, I have that effect on men” she laughed. He was getting embarrassed again. At the end of his next session, Dr. Susan told Paul their next session would be a bit different since they would be doing real life work. She asked him to groom his genital area, to dress nicely and meet her at an address she gave him. When he arrived there, he had no idea what awaited him. He rang the doorbell. “Come in” he heard Dr. Susan’s voice and the door opened. He walked into a nice apartment, where Dr. Susan awaited him. She wore an incredible outfit, a beautiful figure hugging dress that complimented her long legs, flat stomach and ample cleavage. Paul was shocked and stuttered “h-h-ello Dr. Susan. You look beautiful tonight”. “Well thank you my dear, you also cleaned up nicely” she said. They had a couple of drinks and discussed the progess so far. “Ready for the non-theoretical part?” Dr. Susan smiled at Paul. He was like a deer in the headlights of an approaching car. “Y-y-es of course” he stuttered. Dr. Susan got up and took his hand, guiding him into the bedroom. “Strip”. She ordered. He complied immediately and stripped completely. She pushed him onto the bed. After he fell on his back, she also got on the bed, sitting on his belly, one leg on each side of him. Her cleavage was just in front of his eyes and he could feel the warmth of her body. “Now, Paul, I know you are a virgin so let me guide you” she said, while fixing each of his wrists into cuffs placed on the bed. “So you don’t do anything silly” she giggled. Paul was fully erect by now, his penis rock hard. Dr. Susan continued to fix his ankles into cuffs as well, so he was spread eagled on the bed, naked and erect. She then placed several layers of tape over his mouth and said “shhh – let me do the talking and just enjoy”. “Now, Paul, you know, I am your doctor, and it would be highly unprofessional of me to sleep with my patients” she said. Paul looked at her confused. “But, don’t worry, she will”. She pointed at Lisa, who had snuck in. Lisa wore high heels, leather pants that hugged her peachy ass perfectly and a tight leather top. Paul’s brain wasn’t working any more, his penis had taken over. All he wanted now was to fuck both of these gorgeous women. Lisa sat on his chest and started grinding her butt against his penis, making the leather slowly massage Pauls penis. “Hey there again” she smiled at Paul. “told you I have this effect on men”. Dr. Susan started talking: “Now Paul, we are not doing this for you to lose your virginity and become a man. On the contrary. But first things first.” She grabbed a little parcel from the chair next to the bed. “This is your chastity device. Later this evening, we will lock it onto you, and your days of masturbation are over” she said. Paul struggled against his bonds, barely understanding what happened and all he wanted was to fuck Lisa. “You see Paul, in this world, there are men who know what women want and who can satisfy a woman in bed with their dicks. These men have self confidence and know their worth. Let’s call them Alphas. And then there are men, who lack self confidence, who have inadequately small penises. Let’s call these men Betas. Sadly, there is no way for a Beta to grow a bigger penis or get more self confidence, since his penis will always hold him back. And, Paul, I am sorry, but this is you.” She continued. Paul was confused, struggling against his bonds, staring at Lisa who started to gently play with his penis between her fingers. “However Paul, a Beta can still be useful to women and make meaningful connection. For example, you can hone your oral skills since your penis is lacking. Or you could help out women when they need chores done or money” she continued. “However, there will always be this doubt in you, that maybe you can satisfy a woman with your penis. That maybe you could still turn Alpha. And you will keep seeing women as an object if you think like that, and secretly masturbate.” She explained. “Of course, this is not right. And you see a chastity cage solves that issue since it takes you penis out of the equation.” Lisa gave his penis a little slap, which made it even harder. Dr. Susan continued “Now, there is a question I have debated for a while: Does a lion born in a zoo miss the prairie? Does a bird who never flew miss the sky? You see what I am aiming for. Is it better to keep you a virgin, who still fantasizes about women, or let you experience the divinity of the female?” Lisa started undressing slowly, making sure to keep stroking Pauls penis. She took a condom in her mouth and slowly lowered her mouth over Pauls Penis, unrolling the condom all the way down to his shaft. Then, she started giving him a very slow, very sensual blowjob. “In the end” Dr. Susan said “We will never know. But I want you to fully appreciate the female as the goddess she is, and I also like doing my friend Lisa a favour” she laughed. Lisa said “Well Paul, you see, there is a slight sadist in me. I guess this is why I am a piercer and tattoo artist after all” she laughed. “You see, you are a virgin, about to be locked in a chastity belt. All your dick will experience ever again is maybe a gloved hand for milking you”. Paul fought his bonds and screamed under his gag. There was no leeway, he was not getting out of this. “I REALLY get off on the thought that I will be the only woman you ever experienced, my pussy will haunt you for years to come, a longing you will never satisfy again, your greatest moment and biggest loss all in one”. Paul cried and still screamed under his gag, struggling. Slowly, Lisa lowered herself onto his penis. Paul felt sensations like he had never felt before, the tightness, the warmth, he could feel her juices and heard her little moan. She started riding him, varying the speed and movement so everytime he came close to the edge, she brought him down a bit again and up again. Paul was completely overloaded with sensations, Lisa knew exactly how to handle him to keep him on the edge. “If you come, you will never experience a pussy ever again Paul” Lisa said, speeding up her movements. Pauls whole body exploded, he came like he never came before, all his senses were just in overdrive. Lisa and Dr. Susan laughed loudly “Game over” Lisa said. “Remember this well, but I am sure you will” she laughed. And with this, she ripped off his tape gag, emptied the condom into his mouth and applied the gag again. Paul was too confused to do anything but swallow his own cum, for the first time ever. He was still completely overwhelmed by the experience of actually having sex, he wanted more of this. Suddenly, Lisa sat on his chest, naked and with her pussy dripping still. “Now” she said as she put a knee next to each side of his head and lowered her pussy onto his mouth so he could taste and smell her “since obviously I didn’t cum from your small penis” Dr. Susan and Lisa laughed “it’s time for lesson two. Oral. LICK” she ordered and started grinding her pussy over his face. Paul had no idea what to do so he just started randomly licking her pussy. It took Lisa two minutes to come, he could feel her body tremble from the intense orgasm rocking her. “See” she said “your mouth is more useful than your dick. As Dr. Susan said.”. Both women laughed. Paul felt incredibly humiliated, his face still full of Lisa’s juices. He just wanted to get out of here. Dr. Susan grabbed a wet cloth and started cleaning his Penis as well as handing it to Lisa to clean up. His face was left covered in Lisa’s juices. “Do you now understand why women are divine?” Dr. Susan asked him. Paul nodded. “Do you now also see why it is essential that you are of use to women instead of annoying, objectifying and disappointing them?” Paul nodded, a tear running down his face. Lisa sat on his chest again, slowly rubbing her pussy against him “This is one of my favourite parts” she said, grinning. While she was blocking his view, he felt Dr. Susan removing his piercing and doing something with his balls and penis. Then, he felt a cold object go through his piercing hole and his penis was being squished together. “Done”. Dr. Susan said. Lisa got off Paul and admired the work. Paul couldn’t see it because he was still tied to the bed. “Enjoy the last thing your penis will ever enter” Lisa laughed. She gave his chastity cage a little kiss and Paul could feel her warmth but otherwise nothing. “OK Paul, here is how we are going to continue” Dr. Susan said. “First of all, no more masturbation. But this is a given” she laughed. “Secondly, I will be monitoring your progress in our therapy. If you make progess and are on your best behaviour, you might be allowed to empty your balls once in a while. If you don’t….well you don’t. I know it is hard for you, and you want to abort everything now I assume” Paul nodded “but this is necessary. Lisa will assist in your training, as will others”. Dr. Susan continued. “Just assume that every woman you ever encounter is someone I know and might report to me how you behave. Do you understand that?” Paul nodded. “I am not sure you do. Lisa, will you?”. Lisa nodded and went out of the room, only return a couple of minutes later with three other girls. Paul’s heart dropped even more. Those girls were his female best friend Christie, his crush Maya and a girl called Sandy he never talked to but just stalked her images on Instagram for fapping material. “As you can see ladies” Dr. Susan started “and have seen in the live stream of his caging you have been watching in the living room” the three girls laughed and giggled “Paul is not a threat to you any more. In fact, he is now actively trying to improve your lives, isn’t that right Paul?” she asked. Paul nodded, still in shock. His best friend Christie looked him in the eyes, both with pity and also a bit of arousal. Maya just smiled at him, Sandy shook her head. Maya was the first to speak: “So Paul, I have a date tomorrow evening. Can you drive me to his place? Maybe wait if I stay the night or need a ride home?” Pauls heart shattered. “Y-y-yes I can do that” he replied while a tear ran down his cheek. Christie was next “Well Paul, in that case, how is your schedule on Saturday? Mind to swing by? My apartment is a mess and needs a good cleaning” Paul nodded “of course christie”. He felt his ego fall apart even more, even his best friend was now using him. Finally, Sandy spoke: “I guess you like the images I post on Instagram, especially the ones in bikinis and yoga pants right?” Paul nodded and the girls giggled. “Well then, perfect. Meet me tomorrow at noon at the mall, I need your advise which pants and lingerie would make horny guys subscribe to my onlyfans the easiest. After that, you can drive to Maya.” Pauls dick twitched in his cage, to the amusement of all girls present “I guess that’s a yes” Sandy laughed. After the girls left, he was allowed out of his bounds and looked at his penis closely. It was enclosed in a metal tube, a ring around his shaft and balls and a pin running through his piercing. “I know you want out, and I know you will try to get out” Lisa said. “But trust me, you won’t get out. I have seen a couple of men like you. First they deny what happened, denial, then they get angry, they start to bargain, they get depressed and then finally they accept it. Therefore, please try to get out, really try. The quicker we get to phase five, acceptance, the quicker your suffering lessens and maybe you are allowed a release in maybe half a year or so” she said. “Oh, and please swing by on Sunday, I need someone to clean the studio and maybe we can start lection one on your oral skills” she laughed. Pauls heart sunk again as he slowly got dressed. Half a year, there has to be a way to defeat this device…..but he feared, there won’t be.
On his way home, Paul could feel the weight of the chastity belt pulling on his balls and penis, swinging around slightly during every single step he took. This caused both discomfort as well as arousal for him, amplified by Lisa’s smell still on his face. Once home, he took a very long shower to finally clean himself up. During the shower, he inspected the chastity device, he tugged on it, tried to get his fingers inside, underneath, anything. Sadly for him, it was a perfect fit. His penis filled out the tube nicely, held in place by his prince albert piercing. There was still enough space to clean and rinse his penis, but he couldn’t get his fingers through the small holes all around the cage. No doubt, this design was professionally made and he had no doubt that it was made for long time wear. The keyhole on top of the device seemed to be a special screw, Lisa had warned him when he left: “If you try to brute force the screw, it will strip. And once it is stripped, nobody but an angle grinder can free you anymore. You’d basically forfeit your few chances to get released and instantly turn your chastity permanent.” Recognizing he was stuck in this cage until someone with the key let him out, he sank to the floor of the shower, put his face into his hands and started crying. He wanted to make changes, but this…..this was too much. When he left the shower, he immediately went to bed, tired and exhausted. However, his sleep did not last too long, at 4am he was awoken by pain in his balls. His nighttime erection was raging inside his cage, pushing it forward against his balls. He had to get up, cool his erection down with a bag of frozen peas from the freezer and empty his bladder. He then went back to sleep and slept until the morning. He had a quick breakfast, took another shower and started getting dressed. He made a mental note that he’d need to buy more tight briefs, his boxer shorts didn’t support the cage at all. He put on his snuggest fitting briefs, not after having tried to wiggle on his cage again, trying to get any sensation. Of course all it did was leave him more frustrated than before and a slight wet spot in the briefs he just put on. Just perfect. At noon, he met Sandy in front of the store famous for yoga leggings, LaLaMelon. Well, at least he was there 10 minutes before the agreed time, and Sandy was 10 minutes late. So for 20 minutes, he stood in front of the store, watching fit young women in yoga pants enter and leave the store, which made his dick wake up again in it’s cage. Once Sandy arrived, she hugged him closely and gave him a kiss on both cheeks, whispering into his ear “You know, I think yesterday was the sexiest thing I have ever witnessed. I might have masturbated last night to the memory of the cage being closed”. When lowering her arms, she brushed her fingers over his locked cock. He squirmed, as his cock was already rock hard and fighting a hopeless fight against the metal. What a bitch! Sandy laughed and said “come on ironman, let’s go shopping!”. They entered the shop, her first, him following her. Sandy picked a couple of leggings and went to the changing room. Paul was waiting in front of the stall, and every time she had tried on a new pair, she modelled them for him, flaunting her perfectly toned butt and legs in front of him, sometimes giving her butt a little slap. Paul’s dick was as hard as it could get inside it’s prison, his balls and dick hurt from the arousal. Sandy sent him outside into the store several times to fetch different colours or sizes, all while Paul was in agony. He had to ask the beautiful assistant for help a couple of times, adding to his humiliation. When he brought Sandy a blue pair of leggings, she asked him to come into the stall. When he entered, she only wore her underwear, a red lace thong and a beautiful matching red lace bra. He was speechless and obviously stared longer than he should have. “Still staring I see, Dr. Susan won’t like that” Sandy joked. “Anyways. Pull out your cage.” She ordered. He was confused if he misheard. “S-s-sorry?” he asked. “Your cage. Pull it out. Now.” She ordered. Sheepishly, he complied and pulled his pants and briefs down a little bit so his cage hung freely. Sandy took out her phone and took selfies in the mirror with her visible and him without his face. “Listen, I thought this might be great content for my OnlyFans, I always had a slightly dominant side and this should appeal to submissive men. Speaking of….don’t you think you should subscribe?” She said. Paul stuttered “y-y-es of course right away”. “Well then, get out, wait for me in front of the stall again. In the meantime, subscribe. You will know which level to get.” she ordered. He went outside, while he waited he created an account and tried to subscribe to her – there was a special account called “Betas” 20 USD/month to get absolutely nothing besides one picture of her face each month – since the feminine body is not for betas. His heart sank, he felt humiliated and broken, yet he pressed subscribe. He heard her phone beep in the stall and a small laugh. When she stepped out, they went to the cashier. She put three leggings on the till, when the price was 280 USD. The cashier held the card terminal in her hand, looking at two of them “Soooo…?” she asked. Sandy looked at Paul, saying nothing but raining an eyebrow. “I pay of course” he said, handing over his card with a slightly shaking hand. “Good boy”, Sandy said. Somehow, this made him feel really proud and happy, the cashier asked him “Do you have a bonus card?” He shook his head. “Well, I will give you a new one then, looks like you will be a frequent customer” she said and winked at Sandy, who laughed. They left the store, Sandy excused herself because of an appointment in the afternoon and Paul went back to his car. A few minutes later, he received three notifications. First one was a message from Sandy: “You did well today for your first day. Thank you. Please make notes of the styles and sizes I bought. As well, it was a test of your character.”. He was proud but couldn’t make sense out of the last sentence. The second notification was a message from Paypal, Sandy had reimbursed him for the leggings purchase with the comment “I make more of Onlyfans in a month than you make in a year, I don’t need your money, I need your service”. He felt relieved – those 280 USD were quite a sum. The third message was from OnlyFans, a new post from Sandy – it was the picture of her in her stunning lingerie, holding his caged dick in her hands with the caption “Shopping spree with my favourite Beta paul431”. She had tagged him in front of her 25.000 followers. He felt humiliated to his core, but also a tiny bit proud – she had called him her favourite beta. He drove home, cooked up a quick meal, and used the spare time to google how to break the chastity belt (result: you can’t, if you try you will make it permanent), how to orgasm in the chastity belt (result: you have a slim chance to a ruined orgasm after vibrating it for a very long time if you can endure the excruciating pain that causes) and he again tried to wiggle the belt to get any form of stimulation (result: he got hard, couldn’t wiggle any more, his balls hurt). Frustrated, he got ready and drove to pick Maya up at her apartment. She came down the stairs, wearing a cute summer dress which complimented her figure. Her firm boobs bounced on every step down the stairs and her toned legs were on full display. Once again he fell in love with her immediately, she was just perfect. While he imagined how it would feel like if he was picking her up as his girlfriend, not as a servant, he completely missed to get out to open her door. She got in and said “I guess chivalry is dead indeed”. His heart sank. How could he have missed that! She gave him the address and he started driving. During the drive, she told him she knew he had a crush on her because he kept staring at her with a dreamy look everytime they were at the same place, which was very annoying. “But now that we got your little problem solved” she gave his caged cock a couple of pats “I guess you understand this won’t happen and you can focus on making my life better in other ways” she said. His heart was broken and he just nodded while tears formed in his eyes. They arrived at her date’s place, this time he was quick enough to get her door. “Listen, wait here until I either tell you to leave for the night or drive me home” she said. He went back to his car and watched her knock on the door, a handsome guy opened, gave her two kisses and guided her inside with his hand at the small of her back. Time passed, it got dark, he waited and waited for a sign. After three hours in the car, he really had to pee, which turned out more difficult than before with his cage. He had to pull down his pants and squat down like a girl in some bushes next to his car, he felt humiliation rush over him and the fear of being caught made it take way longer than it should have to pee. After he got back into his car, he had two texts from Maya. The first one read “Are you still there?” And another one, two minutes later “What the fuck Paul!!!”. Shit, he was in the doghouse again. He immediately replied “I am here I just went to pee”. It was left on read, no reply. He didn’t know what to do, so he staid in front of the house and waited. After two more hours, a cop car went by, shining a light into his car. The cops got out and knocked on his window. “Sir, please step out of the vehicle”. He complied. “Is there a problem officers?” he asked the cops. “What exactly are you doing here?” they asked. “Uhm…I am waiting for a girl, who is in that house, with a guy….” He tried to explain. “So you are a stalker” they asked. “Uhm no she is a friend and on a date with a guy and….” He explained. “Sir, do you have any weapons on you or in the car?” they questioned him, one hand on the gun. He got scared and stuttered “N-nooo of course not”. They decided to search the car and him, during the patdown the officer of course noticed the chastity cage. “What is that? A knife???” he asked, while his partner had the hand on the gun, ready to draw. Paul’s heart sank. “No, that’s….a sex toy…jewellery….” he mumbled. “Show me” the cop demanded. Paul pulled down his pants, exposing his chastity cage in front of two men. “What the fuck man” the cop said. “Steve, come here, you gotta see that” he laughed. The other cop came over. “So you can only take that off with that little key?” the cop asked. “Yes.” Paul silently said. “And who has that key?” the second cop asked. “My therapist” Paul said. The cops laughed. “Jesus man, what are you in therapy for, I gotta avoid that therapist” the second cop laughed. Paul started crying. “Excessive masturbation” he said. The cops laughed. “Ok man, you are really fucked – listen, obviously you are no danger to that girl” they laughed again “continue whatever you were doing in there, obviously not masturbating” they joked. One cop snapped a picture of his cock cage “for the girls in the station, maybe they need a couple of these in addition to handcuffs” he laughed. After the cops left, Paul cried in the car for half an hour before finally falling asleep again. In the morning, Maya came out and woke him up by knocking on his window. “Wakey wakey” she said. He let her in and drove her to her place. When they got there, her roommate was just taking out the trash. “Heeeeeeey sweetheart – same outfit, destroyed makeup, good night?” she laughed. Maya laughed “Very good night, little sleep”. They both laughed. Maya pointed at Paul and said “he drove me there and back and even waited if anything happened to me, he is such a gentleman, isn’t he?” “Oh yeah, I wish I had a gay best friend like that” her roommate said. They both laughed, Paul decided to say anything at all except “Goodbye”. He drove home again, took a powernap, showered and headed over to Christie as promised. He knocked and greeted him with a long hug. Christie wore comfortable sweatpants and a t-shirt. “Come in – coffee?” she asked. He nodded. “Good, then make us two cups, two sugars for me” she said and winked at Paul. Of course. He went to the kitchen and made the coffees while Christie sat on the couch. “So do tell me, how have your dates with Sandy and Maya been?” she asked. Paul reported everything, including the humiliating details. “Oh my god, you poor boy” Christie said. “I will try to not make you any troubles here” she said. “But I also want to help you become happy. And Dr. Susan explained to us that this only works when you find pleasure in helping women to make their lives easier. So this is why I thought maybe you could help me with some chores around the house?” she asked. Paul nodded “Sure Christie, maybe you can help me and put down a good word with Dr. Susan?” “Maybe. Depends.” Christie said and handed Paul a list. “See, these are the things I thought of that might need doing today.” Paul gulped at the length of the list – how was he supposed to do all that in a couple of hours?” Christie seemed to have guessed his thoughts “See, I know this is a lot. But you need to get your mind off Maya and Sandy and get into the service mindset. That’s why I gave you enough to do for two days. I will be heading out to my parents now, the key to the apartment is on the kitchen top, please take care with my stuff. I will see you again tomorrow around 4pm”. She grabbed a little bag, gave the confused Paul a kiss on the cheek and left. Paul looked at the list and counted 24 items, including cleaning windows, vacuuming, doing laundry (special instructions how to wash fine lingerie by hand), ironing, emptying the trash, deep cleaning bathrooms and kitchen, mowing lawn, changing bedsheets, dusting. He had no idea how to get started. So he just started by cleaning the floors of laundry, sorting the laundry and starting a washing machine. He had sorted her lingerie separately – he had no idea Christie had dessous, for him, she always was a buddy, not a romantic pursuit. However, he did notice his dick twitching in the cage when he imagined Christie in the dessous. He followed her instructions and washed them by hand, carefully hanging them on the drying rack. The day continued with him working his way through the apartment, after some time he got into a flow and only concentrated on his chores, his mind completely calm. This changed when he noticed a box labelled “PRIVATE DO NO OPEN PAUL” under her bed. He wondered what might hide inside, but didn’t open it. In the evening, he drove home, tired and with sore muscles. He had come halfway through his chores list, he knew tomorrow would be an equally stressful day. He grabbed some food, took a shower and went to sleep. Again, he was painfully awoken by his balls hurting from morning wood at 3am, he followed the routine from last night and went back to sleep. In the morning, he grabbed breakfast to go and went back to Christie’s place. He continued cleaning, his mind wandering back to that mysterious box, however, he decided against opening it. At 3pm (one hour early) Christie arrived back, admiring her apartment. “Wow Paul, you are a magician! This is not my place, this is brand new! Let me check one more thing!” she said. She went to her bedroom and brought back the mysterious box. She inspected it and said “You didn’t brake the seal, well done, I am proud of you!!”. Wow, so she had a secret tell if I opened it, Paul thought. “I am very proud of you, you have earned yourself a cookie” Christie laughed. She opened the box, it was empty except for one chocolate cookie, which she handed to Paul. He was stunned. “Now, show me your list” she demanded. Paul handed her the list, he had managed everything but to iron the bedsheets because they were not dry yet. “No problem, I don’t need them now, you can iron them when you come back next Saturday for our weekly appointment” Christie said. Paul was shocked, did she really expect him to do this every week?? “Christie, are you serious?” he asked. She frowned at him “Excuse me?” she asked, with a raised eyebrow. “Do you have a problem with that?” she asked. He gulped. “No. Of course not Christie.” He answered, sheepishly. “Good.” She said. “See you next Saturday then!” she said and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He immediately left and drove to Lisa’s tattoo studio, where she already expected him. “Good to see you, I already thought you might have managed to break out and run away” she laughed. Paul frowned at her. She laughed and told him to strip and lay down on the chair he already knew. Paul complied. Lisa inspected his cock cage and said “I have good news, well, depends on how you see it. Everything is fine, no irritations, you seem to be lucky and have a perfect fit. No reason to stop wearing the cage.” Paul let out a frustrated moan, she laughed and gave his cock cage a litte kiss. “You can get dressed again” she said. “And for starters, please wipe the floors, bring out the trash and clean all the chairs and stretchers.” Paul sighed and got to work, tired from working the whole day at Christie’s place but without hesitation. After about half an hour, he had cleaned Lisa’s studio to a spotless level. “Very good Paul! I think you have earned a treat!” she said. Paul felt his dick twitch already in its cage. Lisa closed the shop and the blinds, came back to Paul and sat down on the gynecological chair, legs in the air. He could see her black thong under her skirt and remembered how divine her pussy felt. His dick strained and hurt inside it’s cage, desperately trying to get harder. Lisa smiled and started playing with her boobs “Do you see something you like Paul?” she asked. “Y-y-yes very much” he said. She pulled her panties to the side. “Then come here and fuck me” she said. Paul stood between her legs and started dry humping her pussy with his chastity cage. His dick hurt more than it ever did before, his frustration was incredible. He could feel her warmth, he could even sense her wetness, but he felt nothing else. Lisa moaned “Is it not working Paul?” she teased. “Remember how good it felt when we fucked.” Paul cried out of frustration. She moved her legs around his neck and pulled his head closer. “Lick” she ordered, squeezing his face into her pussy. He could smell the all so familiar smell of her sex and started licking her pussy lips up and down, she gave him orders what to do. After a minute, she also started rubbing her clit with her fingers, masturbating herself while he was licking her. “Don’t you already miss my pussy Paul? Do you remember how it felt? The only pussy you will ever have?” she asked while moaning. Paul grunted something, his dick hurting and his face deeply buried in her juices. A short time later, she came all over his face. After they recovered (he was of course not allowed to clean himself up) she said “Not bad for a second timer. I have homework for you. Until we meet again, you will read up on cunnilingus, how to do it best. Next time, you will tell me about it and maybe even show me. Make a list of all videos and websites you read. Don’t disappoint.” She said. “It’s getting late now, I need a shower and some food, I guess you need to try and sleep as well, if possible. See you soon Paul – I’d give you a kiss but your face is full of pussy juice” she laughed, gave his cock cage a little pat and let Paul out of the front door. Paul drove home, realizing he had spent the last 72 hours only running errands for women instead of doing anything for himself. Tomorrow, on Monday, work would start again, he suddenly realized he’d have to go to work wearing a chastity cage, which caused a slight panic attack. At least in the evening he’d have time to….that’s when he got a new notification on his phone. A message from Dr. Susan. “Hey Paul, I hope you had a great weekend. I got some good and some bad feedback from the girls, but you seem to be on a good way. Oh, by the way, please come to this address on Monday at 6pm work, my assistant needs someone to babysit while she is on a date. All the best, Dr. Susan”. Paul sighed and continued to drive home. What had he gotten himself into??