“Groceries!” Ethan called out as he shuffled into the flat, kicking the door shut with a foot as he juggled nearly a dozen brimming bags.

From the living room, Lillian turned from the book she was reading, an amused grin flashing across her face as she took in Ethan’s baggage

“You boys. Always doing everything in one trip hmmm?”

Ethan blushed, but returned the smile, “More efficient this way!”

“Of course,” Lillian murmured. She gestured for him to keep it down, “Though I would ask that you keep it down a tad. Amelia has taken herself off for some quiet time.”

Ethan cocked his head questioningly, but Lillian waved it off, “Get everything put away, please, and then we can…chat.”

Lillian purred a little as Ethan obeyed, not even raising a shy objection. The young fellow began the weekly task of restocking the kitchen and pantry, making them whole once more. The flat itself was already clean, the beneficiary of Amelia’s hours of cleaning. Hours drifting about on her post orgasmic high, looking so fetching in her maid uniform. In her cuffs. In her chastity belt.

Locked away…with the keys right where they should be, Lillian grinned. She reached down and brushed her fingers across the key dangling between her breasts. Amelia had only mumbled a few half-muffled complaints when she had seen the key, but a few ardent whispers into her ear had soon sent the girl careening back into the wild mental landscape of her fantasies. But those complaints, and the completion of most of Amelia’s cleaning, meant that it was time for a more…meditative approach.

Lillian had headed into the master bedroom, one finger hooked through the d-ring of Amelia’s collar, pulling her slave…her slave…along behind her. Temporary though the girl’s chastity technically was, Lillian owned her ability to orgasm. Which, in Lillian’s book, made Amelia hers. She merely needed the young woman to realize that as well…

So into the master bedroom the two of them had gone. Lillian had stripped Amelia down completely, leaving only the chastity belt and collar on, before re-binding her in a restrictive rubber straightjacket. She had tightly buckled large leather belts around her legs, binding them tightly, before pushing Amelia onto the bed. A plumply plush bit gag, comfortable for long-time wear, had been provided for Amelia, as had a thick leather blindfold and a set of headphones. Lillian had been aiming for a first decent foray into sensory deprivation for Amelia, and as she stood above the squirming, moaning little package she had made of the woman, she had purred in triumph. The last little addition had been adding in the customized chastity audio teases that Lillian had spent a few nights building. Specially made, just for Amelia. Designed to reinforce her decision, encourage her, tease her with how wonderful it felt to be controlled, reassure her that this was all in good fun…and that Lillian was an excellent candidate to be her Mistress.

Lillian’s eyes hovered on Ethan’s rear as the boy bent down to finish putting away the last of the groceries.

She had a similar audio file ready for Ethan…should the young man fulfill her expectations…

“So what’s this chat thing?” Ethan asked, plopping himself down onto the other side of the couch from her.

“Oh nothing especially major…” Lillian airily waved a hand, returning the shy grin Ethan gave her with a dazzling smile, “Amelia and I had a rather fun play session. A major part of why she’s having a nap now actually.” Lillian chuckled, “Poor girl’s exhausted I’d say. But I think its only fair that you get the same opportunity that she did. The same play, the same choices, all of it. Interested?”

Ethan blushed, his smile turning truly eager with flickers of shyness. But there was nothing shy in those dancing eyes that met Lillian’s own, “Yes please Mistress!”

“Well then…” Lillian leaned back into the couch, crossing her legs, “I think you’re rather fully clothed for such activities. Stand up for me, Ethan.”

The young man stood, a thrill of nerves shooting through him. A few noticeable shivers as Lillian smoothly rose, suddenly seeming to be quite close. He swallowed, a trifle convulsively as she brushed a few fingers along the back of his neck.

Lillian chuckled, deliberately throatily, “I’ve hardly begun, and you’re already trembling like a little leaf.” She continued her soft caresses with one hand, the other flicking open his belt, “Dear me, whatever shall we do with you, hmm?”

“Hnnuhh,” Ethan let out a soft whimper, his eyes locked straight ahead. Lillian stepped sensually around him, pressing in close as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt. As she tugged it down and away from his unresisting body, she smiled at him. Her eyes caught his own, snared them as his shirt dropped to the fllor. As his undershirt joined it. As his pants dropped. He could only stare into the eyes of the woman effortlessly doing this. All as the barest preamble to hours of kinky bondage fun. Whatever activities had so exhausted his wife…were about to be his too.

Moments later he was naked. Lillian kicked away the small pile of his clothes grinning as Ethan blushed bright scarlet at her openly appreciative gaze. The darling boy simply looked so darned cute when he was like this. She pointed past him, “Go fetch your collar Ethan.”

He turned to go, and then froze at Lillian’s chuckled, “No. Not like that.”

Ethan turned back, and Lillian pointed to the ground, her eyes smouldering, “Crawl.”

Ethan’s blush deepened and he lowered himself to his knees with a quavering squeak. Lillian watched as he slowly crawled away, delighting in the small little quivers and shudders that crept up and down his naked form. She stayed standing as he grabbed the collar from the side table with his mouth. Though she did like the idea of taking her ease while he brought the symbol of his submission to her, there was something to be said for towering over her submissive as he pleaded for bondage.

Lillian reached out as the boy neared her, gently taking the collar from him. A single finger underneath his chin brought him up to where he could be reached. She grinned out of his sight as he let out a soft happy whimper as the leather buckled snugly into place. She placed a hand on top of his head, stroking a little but mostly to be there. To indicate her ownership. Her possession. So long as that collar was on his neck…he was her little subbie. Her Toy.

“Now,” she said in the soft, sensual voice that she knew turned him into knots, “I think for your first…orgasm, by my hand…I want something a little more…personable…than leather.” She felt him stiffen a little, more shudders flooding through him as he realized what he was in for. She took a step back, plucking up a bundle of rope and untying it with a simple flick, “Stand up for me, and place your arms behind your back Ethan.”

Her boy stood, and Lillian set to work. She wanted this first time, this first truly sexual bondage experience, to be special. As it had been for Amelia, her Slut. But despite the stretches she had imposed on both of them, Ethan wasn’t quite ready for anything too strenuous. There would be no harsh yet beautiful elbow bondage for him, no strict yet oh so desirable reverse prayer position. That might yet come with time, but for now she would resort to comfortable rope bondage. She positioned his arms into a boxtie, snugly placing each line, each knot as she worked. Ropes crisscrossing his chest, placed in a way that just so happened to tweak and tease at his nipples. A more involved rope chest harness was added, as Lillian worked through her ropes, pressing her body and her lines against Ethan as she worked. Knotted cords descended from the sturdy harness and disappeared between Ethan’s legs, drawing a plaintive, lusty moan from her boy.

Lillian used thinner cord for what came next. She wanted this time to be special, which meant no unwanted eruptions could be tolerated. So Ethan got to experience his first bout, but far from his last, of Lillian’s approach to cock and ball bondage. The lines were placed, knowingly and teasingly, around his shaft and balls, making his already gathering erection rapidly increase its intensity. Yet…it could go no further than the limits imposed upon it by Lillian’s clever ropes. To the edge he was taken…but no farther.

Lillian pulled him along to the guest bedroom, grinning as Ethan gasped and moaned from the sensation of movement and what it did to the ropes pinioning his genitals in place. Agitating and teasing his rear. She entered the bedroom, pressed hi towards the bottom of the bed, and then artfully flicked out a towel to cover the area near him. More rope secured his ankles to either bedpost, forcing him to spread his legs nicely, and gasp a little as she ran an appreciative hand up the insides of his thighs.

Lillian positioned herself behind him, her hips pressing into him as she touched, kissed, and caressed his bound form. In this moment, he was hers. In this moment, she could loosen a little of the restraint. Ethan moaned and squirmed beneath her knowing grip and touch. Gasped as she trailed kisses teasingly along the edges of where his collar met his neck. Shuddered and mewled in desperation as she sent the lightest of touches trailing across his pulsing, throbbing, bound erection.

“Do you want to cum for me, sweet boy?” Lillian murmured into his ear, one hand trailing a single finger up and down his shaft while the other groped his butt, “Do you want to experience pleasure at my hand?”

“O-o-ohhh Gnnnnhhhh, y-y-yessssssss…” Ethan struggled against the ropes that held him helplessly in place, his eyes squeezed shut as his hips thrust uselessly back and forth.

“Are you ssssssure?” Lillian nipped at his ear teasingly, “Everything comes with a cost…that makes sense, right?”

“Mmmmhhhhhhhhmmmmm!” Ethan slumped a little against her, his head resting against her chest as his knees buckled. She felt his hands opening and closely, unable to grasp at anything of importance. She ceased trailing her finger and flicked him. Lightly, but still.

“Gaaaaah!” Ethan squealed, more in surprise than anything else. Even as the boy was reacting, pulling, straining against his bonds, Lillian had already returned to her single finger stroking.

“And you’re willing to pay the cost, I assume. Boy’s orgasms are rather expensive today…”

“O-o-ooooohhh G-good, P-please M-Mis-mistress…”

“I think I’ll have you pay in…chastity time. Yes.” Lillian kissed the back of his neck, “That makes sense. Ten days in chastity for a nice ruined orgasm.”

“R-ruined?” Ethan moaned, his cock twitching, “B-but I t-thought…?”

“Oh, you wanted a full orgasm?” Lillian tapped her cheek thoughtfully, her other hand’s finger never ceasing its teasing, “Well I suppose it is your first time. I do want it to be special…”

“H-how long d-did A-Amelia…?”

“Oh darling,” Lillian kissed the back of his neck with a chuckle, “That would be telling wouldn’t it. But equal opportunity between both of you, at all times. That’s been the watchword for our games together hasn’t it?” Her fingers traced along his neck, and then gently, teasingly, trickled down his sides, sending shivers and goosebumps racing along his skin.

“Y-yes M-Mistress.” He gasped

“Then just for a while, put aside those thoughts. Amelia played my little game, and the rewards and consequences of her play are hers. For you…” Lillian gripped a buttock, massaging it with her hand as the other gave a firm yet gentle yank on his collar, “…it’s all just beginning. Just think…such wonderful pleasure awaits you…provided you agree to its cost.”

Ethan heaved against his ropes, every fiber of his being straining for release. Lillian grinned, reaching out to snag a ballgag from nearby, “Are my terms acceptable, sweet boy?”

“O-oh, G-god, yes!” twitching and humping and moaning, his eyes screwed tightly shut.

“I suppose I should have clarified…do you want to cum with me doing this?” A single finger drifted lightly up and down Ethan’s corded up shaft, “Because that is the…ten day option…Or would you prefer the…improved package?” Lillian wrapped her hand firmly around his throbbing shaft, “A real orgasm is going to cost more…”

“T-the hand…O-oh fu-fu-fuck, PLEASE!” Ethan squealed, “Mistress PLEaammgghhh!” Lillian crammed the ballgag into his mouth with one hand, wrapping the straps around his head and buckling them into place. Then her hand returned to wrap around his shaft, the other holding his lower jaw and neck.

Lillian grinned, tightened her grip on his cock, and pumped, “Welcome to chastity then…”

Ethan howled with sexual pleasure as he came, spurting mightily onto the towel that Lillian had prepared.

For a minute, and then another, he squatted, hung there, in his ropes, drooping and exhausted. Lillian embraced him from behind, continuing to tease his cock with a single finger. Continuing to nibble at his ear, and to tease his nipples.

“Two whole weeks of sexual control…that’s such a looooong time to wait…” Ethan moaned as Lillian tugged at his ear with her teeth. She chuckled, “I only added a few extra days sweetie, less than half your original time. Would my little chastity slave like another? I might not allow you to orgasm for the entire period…”

Ethan had had no time at all to clear his head of the pleasure that had swamped it during Lillian’s teasing and sensual encouragement. No time to really grapple with the implications of Amelia being given “the same offer” that he was now embroiled in. Perhaps if he’d had time to rationally consider Lillian’s words, he would’ve realized that his wife even now was locked in chastity.

He moaned, thrusting himself into her hand. Lillian’s smile deepened, and she laid a hand across his lower jaw and neck, pulling him gently back into her as she began to stroke him again, “Such an agreeable little Toy. We are going to have such fun together…”

It took a while to work her Toy up to a second round. But Lillian was rather patient, and Ethan couldn’t bring himself to complain through the pleasure-wracked fog in his brain. After his second orgasm, Lillian left him for a time to simply slump over the bed. Alone with his racing thoughts. The implications of four weeks, an entire month in chastity. Yet, Ethan knew that Amelia was also in a similar bind. She had to be. Lillian had intimated as much, telling him she had played this little game.

How long was she locked in chastity? Longer than him? Shorter? How were things going to work, with Lillian in charge? Would…would she let them…?

All manner of thoughts flew through his head, though Ethan couldn’t summon up the energy or desire to argue things out with Lillian upon her return. He had agreed to this game, as with all their other games. So must Amelia have had. Which meant this couldn’t be too bad, if his wife had gone first. She’d have raised hell if something was untoward.

So he only gave a small mewl of frustration as Lillian untied his cock before gently pressing him inside the chastity cage she had retrieved. Then a louder squeal as she delivered three firm spanks to his naked rear.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

“Such a good, responsive little Toy for me. I like that,” Lillian purred, stroking her hands over his rear as he squirmed and moaned, “I know it feels quite constricting now darling, but you’ll be surprised how normal it will soon feel to be securely locked away. Under my lock and key, and within my control.

Ethan moaned as she pulled his head back, kissing his jawline, “You’ll need to earn releases from that cage, darling boy. Behave, obey me, and be my adorable little Toy, and you’ll be granted orgasms. Act out, disobey me, or be a little brat…” she griped the chastity cage, giving it a slight squeeze, “And you’ll be stuck in that cage for quite some time indeed.”

“Mmmmmmmm…” Ethan shook his head. Trying to signal his agreement. God, but how was it that being in the cage already made him horny. Already made him want a third orgasm that session, that day! He felt like he was straining against the cage, as though the tight prison must surely burst against the pressure that he was bringing to bear against it. Yet it held. Even as Lillian teasingly flicked her fingers against it, sending little pulses of pressure back into him. God but he wanted out. Already. Already he would give more just to feel that hand on his cock again. To…oh…to be able to have sex…

Oh…oh nooo…

Ethan let out a loud moan, and Lillian chuckled.

“Unless I mistake my guess…” she turned him a little and cocked an eyebrow, “Did someone just figure out that your intimacy will now be…controlled?”

Ethan shuddered and nodded, drawing a wider grin from Lillian, “Awww, so sweet. Anyway, you needn’t worry too much sweetie. I enjoy the two of you far too much to deny either of you the pleasure of each others company. I want you to be able to enjoy each other too. But as long as you are locked in chastity for me…orgasms, from anyone, will have to be earned…”

“eeeahhhneed?”

“Of course. I find chastity is an excellent way to focus a submissive. It allows them to focus on what the dominant wants. How I might want you to excel in training. In your chores around the home. In serving me. You’ll earn points from me, which you can put towards orgasms, among other things. I’ve built a little menu, and sex with Amelia is on it for you…just a little on the pricey side.”

Lillian gave him a couple of moments to digest that. To begin to grapple with the facts of his new life, at least for the next month. She untied him from the bed, as he swayed in place, and then eventually straightened to give him another spank to clear his mental space.

SMACK!

SMACK!

“MMmmpphhh!”

“Now, why don’t we go see Amelia, and get ready for our next game?”

“The rules are quite simple,” Lillian stated with a grin. She sat on the large bed in her room, the master bedroom. Before her, kneeling before her, were her two newest pets. Her submissive couple, that she had at least brought to this point. One, her Toy, kneeling naked in his ropes. The other, her Slut, kneeling in her tight straightjacket, straps straining against her supple form. Both staring up at her, with wide eyes tinged with nervous eagerness. Both of them with their mouths wrapped around the rubber dildos that jutted from the stands Lillian had just finished setting up.

“I want to see who has the best native slut skills. Neither of you have done any oral training with me, and I would like my slaves to show me what they’ve got.” Her eyes tracked back and forth between them as she leaned back on the bed, her breasts thrust out confidently, “The one that does the best job, judged entirely by my own secret standards…will get an orgasm. The other,” she grinned at Ethan, then Amelia, as she fiddled with the two keys that now dangled around her neck, “…will get another week of chastity time tacked on.”

Muffled, mumbled moans greeted this pronouncement. But Lillian couldn’t understand them. Besides, with mouthfuls of rubber cock, it wasn’t like her pets had anything more valuable to say to her right now than the sight of them in such a submissive position. Lillian’s smile sharpened, raw sensuality seeming to flood through her as she flicked a hand at them.

“Begin!”

Ethan and Amelia began quickly bobbing back and forth, mouths eagerly taking in as much as they could. Lillian hadn’t thought Ethan would be in any shape for a third orgasm already, but the young man seemed driven enough. And his cock straining at his chastity cage told her that, whatever his mumbled protests might try to convince her of, he was loving this as much as she had hoped he would.

Lillian had every intention of keeping her playthings sexually satisfied. It wouldn’t do for chastity to be a negative experience after all, and while she might tease them with the possibility of a sexual desert she fully intended that they play quite often. Her total control of their sex lives should enliven things rather than detract from their enjoyment of each other.

She ran a foot teasingly across Amelia’s face first, and then Ethan’s, luxuriating in their moans. Their muffled, mumbled…somethings, as they sucked for her. As they stared up at her, the pictures of submission. She settled back further on the bed, allowing her feet to play with first one, and then the other. Teasing them. Demonstrating her control over them. Anywhere else…withanyone else, such a task, such a display, would have been humiliating for the pair. Yet here…with Lillian…it was a release of sorts.

And continued releases, sexual or otherwise, under her authority should properly…condition her charges. And it would certainly help their immersion and training to be given tangible rewards. She eagerly looked forward to the point wherein her charges would simply accept chastity as a part of their lives, rather than her having to continually invent reasons for extensions.

It would be tiresome for a while, but that was what the audio training tapes were for after all.

Lillian’s keen eye could tell within the first minute that Amelia would be winning this little competition. Not that she was going to cut things short simply because the girl was that good at fellating her rubber friend. Ethan would benefit from the training. And they would both benefit from the submissive experience…

But eventually, it was time to declare a victor.

“Ooooh, you are so good at that Amelia! Such a good girl, showing off for your Mistress.” Lillian pressed her foot over Ethan’s face, forcing him to breathe her in as he moaned around the rubber dildo, “Just as well, I think poor Ethan needs a break from sexual release anyway. And boys always need to be in chastity more than girls anyway. Now darling girl, my little Slut, you’ve got a choice to make. Vibration? Strapon? Or tongue? Whichever choice, your wonderful husband will be giving you your well-earned release since he’s been such a good sport.”

Amelia groaned, “Hrapooh ppheasf Ifftreff.”

“Oooooh, excellent choice. Let me get Ethan ready, and then I’ll unlock your chastity belt for your reward.”

Ethan grumbled a little of course as Lillian got him into position behind a still bound but eagerly wriggling Amelia on the bed. Especially once the strapon harness was attached above his cage and he understood exactly how he was about to be used. And understood that even with his actual cock locked away, Lillian could ensure that only one of them came during sex. Devious, devious British woman…

“Now then, my sweet boy,” Lillian made some final adjustments to the jutting dildo at his waist, “You’re going to pleasure your wife to orgasm, while both of you are bound.”

Ethan moaned into his re-applied ball gag, thrusting his hips and making the strapon bounce.

“Good boy, that’s the spirit.” Lillian gave him an encouraging spank, before settling him into position. Amelia was bound in a doggy style, with a mound of supporting pillows beneath her. Lillian stroked her face, planting a soft kiss on her forehead.

Amelia moaned and nodded rapidly, wriggling her bottom towards her husband.

“Good girl. You have my permission to cum when you please. You can make this pleasure session as long or as short as you like, but once you cum, it will be over. And you’ll go back into chastity.”

Amelia groaned but nodded her acceptance. Lillian grinned. Goodness but these two were simply adorable. And right out of their minds with sexual pleasure and frustration.

Lillian guided Ethan’s strapon into position, and allowed him to begin sensually fucking Amelia. She settled back to enjoy watching the show, hoping that her pets would make it a long one. Either way of course, she would enjoy and revel in every noise, every motion, every bit of the scene that her pets would make.

Once complete of course, Lillian would lock Amelia away in chastity once again. Her two pets would get to enjoy some enforced slave cuddles, just the two of them. Lillian was looking forward to the day when she would be able to avail herself of such kinky snuggling, but for now she wanted her pets to retain their intimacy with one another. Sharing such moments with their Mistress would come with time of course, but for now such separation would do them good. It was important, from Lillian’s view, to imprint onto this large change of their sex lives being controlled the veneer of normalcy.

So she would limit herself to caressing their heads, to planting kisses on their foreheads and cheeks, and to crooning gently to them while their eyes fluttered shut, “Oh my sweet little subbies. We are going to have such fun together.” She would whisper, “I promise. Chastity will open new and more intense sexual pleasure for both of you.”

Introducing chastity, especially to a pair of randy newlyweds like Ethan and Amelia had been a big gamble. Lillian’s Rubicon moment. If either of them had balked her plans would have been seriously disrupted. Perhaps permanently so, especially if Ethan had not agreed after Amelia was already safely locked away. Certainly the intensity would have had to be dialed back, and perhaps even her confident proclamations of a month in chastity for Amelia reduced or laughed off as some excellent roleplaying.

Not now though.

Now both of her subs were securely locked away, both having voluntarily surrendered sexual liberty for sexual control. Both were hers for a month, at least. With the games she had planned, Lillian foresaw little difficulty in coming up with further extensions of chastity as ‘punishment’ for their failings. Especially since she still fully intended to ensure they retained a brisk orgasm schedule. But her slaves would need to jointly impress her to be allowed ‘normal’ sex. More likely only one of them would earn an orgasm, in which case they would cum from vibration, strapon, or mouth, while their partner remained securely locked away.

Lillian hummed happily to herself as she watched her captive newlyweds fuck in front of her, her mind racing along the wonderful possibilities that opened before her like so many blooming flowers. She wondered what she might entice them to do as a means of ‘proving’ they deserved to have shared orgasms…