Orgasms denied and controlled by ex GF continue

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Back at my apartment, I wanted nothing more than to just get the chastity device off of me, but I still couldn't help but be aroused at my humiliating situation. Here I was, chastised by my previous girlfriend who now controlled not only my orgasms, but whether I could have sex with another woman.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed, notifying me of a new text message.

Send me a pic of you dressed up in that corset and stockings. I want to see it before I fuck my boyfriend in a few minutes.

Quickly, I did as she instructed. Soon, she had a full body shot of me in the tight corset she had given to me as a present, as well as the stockings and high heels I added for extra points. And of course, my cock cage was dead center in front, pulsating with arousal at this humiliation. She would forever have this picture and it was just more evidence she could use against me.

After a few moments, my phone rang. Who'd be calling me this late, I asked myself.

And then I knew as soon as I put my ear to the receiver.

"You're getting fucked hard tonight. I'm extra horny," I hard an unfamiliar male voice say.

"Oh? And why's that?" it was my Ex! How cruel. It appeared she had called me and left her phone on right before having sex with her boyfriend.

"You know why, you keep sending your cute Hooters girls friends to my gym and having me work with them in their tight workout outfits. You're just trying to tease me at work...and it's working!" he said.

"I would never," my Ex said, obviously playing along with whatever fantasy game they were doing. But, she wanted me to hear. And she knew I couldn't help myself but listen to them with my cock all locked up, being dressed up in a sissy corset and nylons, listening to them having sex knowing I had no way of getting myself off.

"Well, you're going to get it now, you little vixen," the man said. "And you look so hot in that pink corset and matching stockings. You want it extra hard tonight, don't you?

"Oh...God..." my Ex said loudly, "you know I like it when you completely dominate me with your cock, and it's so huge."

"And you're taking it all. That's right."

A loud, feminine moan came next and then I could hear the slapping sounds of this guy forcefully ramming his cock deep inside my Ex.

"Oh, yes! Fuck me hard with your huge cock, fuck me so HARD!" she said loudly.

I couldn't help but have the feeling she was being a little extra descriptive, especially with what her boyfriend said next.

"Well aren't you just extra horny? You never talk so dirty. Fine, I'll fuck your pussy so hard I might need to have seconds with your ass."

"Oh God, yes, please fuck me hard and then fuck my little asshole. Please!"

"You got it, baby," he replied.

And I heard every thrust and every moan she uttered while he pounded her. All the while. I knelt on my own living room floor dressed up in a sissy little corset and nylons. I knew she was imagining me sitting there, unable to get hard or to cum, listening to some other guy fuck her. And she loved it. I had never heard her moan and groan so much during sex. And apparently, never did her boyfriend.

"How'd you get so horny, you noisy bitch? Jesus!" he said.

"Fuck me harder. Fuck me harder with your huge dick."

"Baby, I'll be fucking you until you cum. And then I'll be fucking your ass until you cum. And then, you'll make me cum all over your face. How's that, you dirty cunt?"

"Oh yes, I love it when you talk to me like that!" she said groaning even more loudly.

Taking a quick drink, I couldn't stop listening. I knew it would only make me more horny, listening to this strange man fuck my Ex...and apparently fuck her in a way I never had done before. The pure humiliation was enough to make me horny, but to add their vivid descriptions was just plain torture.

"Oh God, oh God, I'm cumming!" my Ex yelled in a loud, whine-full moan.

"Oh yeah, you cum baby, you cum over my huge cock."

Her breathing sounded very hard after she was done moaning. I could only imagine her naked, sweaty body, so spent and exhausted.

"You're not done yet, roll over. I told you that I was fucking you in the ass."

"Mhhhmm, yes, please do whatever you want with me with your giant cock, I can't say no."

And with that I heard an entirely new set of groans and moans from her. I could only imagine it, but she certainly provided the sound effects of a huge cock slowly penetrating her tight asshole.

"Oh God, I can't...I can't...It feels so good, but it's so huge...it hurts, but don't stop, please, I can do it, please, let me feel your cock deep inside my tight ass," she kept saying.

"You're going to learn how a giant, hot load feels up your ass tonight, baby. And you're going to like it because I know you're just a little cum slut deep down, aren't you?"

I couldn't believe this guy was talking to her like this, but then I understood why she was dating him. He was dominant and strong enough to exert his power over her, and she apparently really got off on it, just as much as she got off on knowing she was exerting her power over me by keeping my cock locked in chastity, listening to their sex session while wearing my sissy clothes.

"Yes, yes, keep pushing it in more. I want to feel it all in my ass," she kept saying until finally, "Oh...my...I can't stop cumming!"

"Sounds like your problem since I'm going to fuck your brains out until you can hardly talk," her bull of a boyfriend said.

"I...oh...I...oh my, yes, I can't stop...cumming...so much, too much!" she shouted.

"Nope, you gotta take it, baby. You wanted me to fuck you in the ass, so now you have to just take it."

And then I heard him slapping her ass over and over while she cried out in ecstasy, pleasure, and probably a little pain for her ass.

"You ready for this?" he asked her.

"Guh! Fuck me, yes, cum in my ass, cum hard, I want to feel your hot cum in my ass!" she yelled.

And then her bull boyfriend gave a huge cry as I heard the slapping thrusts until there was a moment of silence.

"You are so hot," he said. "I can't believe you're such a sex kitten."

"Mhmmhm," she responded, obviously momentarily paralyzed by their little session. "I feel your hot cum in my ass and it feels sooooo good. I thought you were going to cum all over my face, too?" she asked meekly.

"Well, I'm going to go wash my dick off and then we'll see how much cum is left for your face."

I heard footsteps and a door close.

"You still there?" my Ex said speaking directly to me.

I wanted to be silent and pretend I wasn't, but her smartphone would show we were still connected.

"Yes," I said quietly.

"Did you like that? I got so horny knowing you were listening, hopelessly locked up in chastity. This is so great. I know you're probably a little frustrated, but it's only day one."

"Day one? How long are you keeping me like this?"

"I should just tell you as long as I want, but I'll be nice since I'm happy and had an orgasm the likes of which you never gave me nor will you ever have. I will let you out a week from the time I locked you up, but only so you can clean up your naughty bits. I will supervise. You will not get to cum. You will get hard, I'm sure, but you are not allowed to cum. Just because I let you out to clean things doesn't mean I let you orgasm. No, I'm thinking in terms of one orgasm a month if you are lucky."

I could hardly believe what she was saying. Only days before I was used to jerking one off quick before work. I couldn't imagine only one orgasm a month. How the hell would I be able to do that?

"Please, c'mon, this is crazy!" I protested.

"I did my research today. Orgasm control is key to chastity because the moment you orgasm, you might not want to be locked up anymore. Since I love having my ex as my chastity bitch, I don't want to take that chance. So if you have a problem with the one orgasm a month, don't worry about it anymore because you aren't getting it. I'll just milk you like I read about. Once a week and that's all you'll get. Oh, here he comes!"

There was rustling and then I heard him speak.

"Don't worry, I washed everything for you. Now, I think I promised you some cum on your face. Get on your knees for me."

I could only imagine my Ex in her sexy outfit, submitting to this huge, muscle bound male. How could he be ready again already?

Then I heard him groan as the sucking sounds made it to the phone. Though it was futile, I stroked my panties, where my cock should have been, but instead was locked away, unable to be touched. Regardless, I stroked the chastity device willing myself to believe I could feel it, causing only more and more horniness, but never any relief.

"Yeah, that's good, take it all. I love it when you choke," he said to her. I could only imagine he was stroking her cheek as he said these things.

On the other end, I still tried in vain to get any relief possible from massaging the outside of the cage, but it was no good. It did its job, keeping me mercilessly teased without any way to get direct pleasure to my cock.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah," I heard him groan.

"So you're going to cum all over my face, are you?" she asked sweetly.

"You know it."

"Are you going to let me wash it off right away?" she asked in between mouthfuls.

"Hell no, you're going to have to sit there for a few minutes enjoying my cum all over you, and then you can clean yourself up."

There was a surge of intensity after he said this as they both moaned loudly, her because the humiliation was just what she wanted and for him, because she obviously was working her tongue a little extra in anticipation.

Finally, I heard him utter a loud moan and could have sworn I heard the sound of cum splattering against skin.

"Oh, yes, I love seeing your face covered in cum, baby," he said.

"Mhmmm," she moaned.

"I'm gonna go downstairs to grab a beer. You can kneel here on the floor until I get back," he said as I heard footsteps fading away.

"How are you doing over there?" she said quietly into the phone. "How's that cock reacting to this? Knowing another man's cum is all over my face and inside my pussy at this very moment."

I could barely stand it. The humiliation, the outfits, the chastity, I was so beside myself I wanted to burst like a piece of popcorn.

"Please, this...this..."

"This is torture, hon. And I know you're getting off on it just like I am, except the difference is I can't let you cum. Like I said, orgasms are the key, the epicenter of my control. The chastity device is just my means to your orgasm-deprived end. Be glad I'm talking about milking you. At least then you get some measure of pleasure, but it's mostly just to clean you out. My quick research tells me it's nowhere near an orgasm."

"Please, this has definitely gone far enough. Very entertaining and very clever, I admit, this whole setup. Your wits are beyond me at this point and I applaud you for this, but please, this can't go on."

"Oh it will. Be ready for my visit after work tomorrow. I think he's coming back so have a good, chastity teased night!"

And then the call disconnected.

Holy crap, had I really signed away having orgasms? And why were having orgasms such a big deal to me? Maybe because I was selfish and loved the pleasure it gave me, or maybe it was the release, or maybe it's just biological that males need to orgasm more often than females because we produce so much damn semen all the time.

Either way, I couldn't fathom what she was talking about doing to me. No orgasms? The thought did indeed make my heart race and my cock come to life inside the chastity cage. Ugh, why did I have to get the small version? I had absolutely no room for any type of increase in size of my penis.

And my penis wasn't horribly small by any means. It was about six inches when hard, so to keep it confined to this tiny cage was indeed a miracle.

I loved my orgasms. Who doesn't? I loved having my fantasies acted out in my head and then being able to feel my hot cum shooting through my cock. But, deep down in a dark, secret place, I had a nagging feelings that I would love even more the feeling of constantly being unsatisfied.

Like Sartre had said, perhaps the journey was better than the destination. Maybe my Ex was right about me. It was hard to admit that maybe I loved the build up to an orgasm more than the actual orgasm itself.
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