The persistent ticking from the wall clock was driving TK crazy but it was his only companion for the past god-know how many hours. The wall clock was deliberately hung above the window behind him and the curtain drawn, denying him of any hint of the time.

Bound tiptoed to the bedpost, hands above head, a satin scarf over his eyes, it did not completely blind him, only impaired his vision to blurry images. The CB6000 was finally removed after 7 long days and he needed so badly to relief his horny cock, afterall he was treated to daily hot sex with Irene before this ordeal came suddenly but not totally unexpectedly. He knew there must be an evil plan behind her sudden generosity in the daily sex.

TK spent the first 2 days getting used to the cage. Peeing with it was the most challenging, he had to regulate his pee to ensure it flows out from the slit and not overflowing from the base, that became a painful exercise when his bladder was full so he began reducing his water intake and kept his meetings short. He was also conscientious of that budge in his pants and hence put on an oversized coat all day long. His change of habit raised a few eyebrows in the office but none realised why, he thought so. He couldn’t concentrate in his work but Irene not only forbade him to take leave, she constantly teased him with stimulating phone sex, raunchy sms-es and mms, adding more frustration to his predicament.

After-office activities back home were worse. First night was spent watching kink.com DVDs, 5 in a row. Second night was watching Irene displaying her newly learnt pole dancing in bikini. Third night was spent in their usual pub with their regular “vanilla” gang, lots of beer but little toilet breaks and she managed to sneaked some cruel teasing beneath the table.

Fourth night was chatting online with fellow clan members, broadcasting his plight and partaking in online scening. By then Irene noticed the change in TK’s behaviour, he got rebellious and defiance over her command, whipping has to be administered to reinforce her control over him. In the office, TK was as prickly, he’s losing focus in his work, all he could think of was sex whenever his eyes lay on any woman, even the pantry auntie.

On the fifth day afternoon, TK received a key in a unlabelled envelope thru the local courier. He was ecstatic and rushed to the office washroom, thinking his ordeal finally came to an end. He completely lose grip when the key wouldn’t even fit into the keyhole, he cried like a baby in the cubicle.

Back home that evening, Irene had him strapped down to the dining chair before giving him a rewarding, or rather punishing, striptease on the table. It was the first time he saw her fully naked since the CB6000, he realised how much he missed her.

Last evening, he once again had to be strapped before being entertained with Irene masturbating, centimetres away from his face. Still horny and unsatisfied, Irene eagle-spread him on their dungeon floor and gagged his mouth with a protruding dildo. She fucked herself off on the dildo, rubbing her clit on his nose and letting her juice flowed all over his face. She came twice before letting him off, leaving him alone on the dungeon floor in the bondage and gag.

Irene refused to tell him how long this orgasm denial game going to last, only promised him tonight’s program will be even more enthralling. She tied him to the bedpost before leaving the house in her revealing party dress. His last vision before the satin blindfold was her protruding nipples pressing against the thin shimmering silver cloth, wrapping her body like a secondary skin.

He had no idea how many hours has since passed and even unsure how many more hours before his isolation will come to an end. The aircon was set to 18 degrees, cool enough to fill up his bladder but not enough to douse the frustration within.

The faint sound of the main door opening brought shook TK from his intermittent nap. He was still groggy when the bedroom door swung wide. He saw silhouettes of a couple entering the room, followed by an unfamiliar female voice.

“OH MY GOD, Johnny! There’s really a guy tied to the bedpost! Irene ain’t bluffing us!”

“Oh yeah! That is so unbelievable, Irene! How the hell did you managed to subdue a guy twice your size?!!” TK could tell from that guy’s accent that he’s a Caucasian.

“Like I said, I didn’t subdue him. He submitted to me willingly. Right, pupp?” The familiar sweet voice came from outside the room as Irene strolled in with a bottle of whisky in her hand.

“Yes, my Lady.” TK promptly follow up from her cue. He had sobered up by now but was shocked from the sudden appearance on these strangers. Not that he has never entertained Her friends before as the status of her sub, but she would always inform him beforehand.

“Careful with your hands, Mel. This puppy hasn’t cum for 7 days and counting.” Irene warned the lady’s roaming hands over TK’s body.

“Ohhh, 7 days! It must be a real unbearable period these days, isn’t it?

I never knew you have such a muscular body and… a thick cock. And look at that pretty crystal stubs you have on your nipples!”

Mel ran her fingernail down TK’s rippled abdomen to his scrotum. Fresh droplets of pre-cum immediately ooze from his slit as his cock stiffened to the stimulation. TK can’t see clearly through the satin blindfold and the dim lighting, all he could make out of Mel was she’s only slightly taller than Lady Irene with long permed hair and slender long legs. And she reeked of alcohol. Her voice somehow was familiar to him.

“Hey Lady! Let me show you what’s a real knocker!” Johnny grab Mel’s waist from behind and threw themselves onto the bed. They began frolicking in front of TK and Lady Irene.

“Hi pupp, Meet Johnny & Mel. I met them in our regular pub and hit off real well, so I offered them our apartment when they mentioned about looking for a place to spend a passionate night.” Irene stood behind TK, running her fingers over his hard nipples.

The couple was lost in their own world. Johnny rolled up her dress easily, exposing Mel’s slender thighs and that little piece of thong that wasn’t covering much of her modesty. That came off pretty soon after the dress and bra, revealing her blistering slit without a single strand of hair.

Both put up an explicit hot sex show that TK thought would only happen in those DVDs. The elaborated foreplay and the various positions, the giggling and moanings, they were unabashed demonstrating their lust in front of TK and Irene.

Their pleasure was a cruel torment to TK. On many occasions, Mel was only centimetres away from TK’s throbbing cock and he prayed she would be magnanimous enough to spare him a little attention but it never happened. The only touch he got was from Irene, alternating between pinching and caressing his nipples. Once in a while, she would ran her fingers down his chest to his abdomen and then his thighs but deliberately avoided any contact around his groin.

Their lewd act lasted for more than an hour and after 2 loud orgasms from Johnny, he collapsed onto the bed in complete exhaustion. Mel however seems unsatisfied. She knelt on the bed, facing TK, right hand cupping her vagina with her middle finger rubbing her swollen clit. She lean forward, her lips parted his, her tongue slithered in search of his tongue amid her soft moanings. TK struggled helplessly against the bonds, more pre-cum discharged from his painfully engorged penis. Her simple act pushes his orgasmic urge right to the edge, all he just needed was just a gentle rub to release.

Their kiss was rather brief before Irene intervened. Pushing Mel away from TK and onto the bed. She climbed onto the bed and moved towards Mel, ignoring TK’s expletive protests, both ladies were fast locking lips like those young couples into their newly hot love phase. Irene’s dress came off in no time, their hands all over each other, their thighs interlocking. Their tryst was not any inferior to the earlier episode, both blissfully succumbed into each other’s skilful fingers and tongue. And the guys could only count their fortune to witness such a spectacular union between two beauties. This visual and audio treat was intense enough to rejuvenate Johnny’s spent rod but he remained at the side of bed, trying not to interrupt

They came at the same time after some half hour explicit show.  TK watched in sheer humiliation as Irene shuddered in unprecedented orgasmic ecstasy. His humiliation doubled when Mel managed to coax a second orgasm out from Irene, something that TK has never succeeded. He was ashamed and guilty over the actualisation of his inability to deliver the most basic joy to Lady Irene, something he thought he has been doing very well all this while. He has never felt so useless before in his entire life.

The threesome remained on the bed for some casual frolicking a long while before Mel and Johnny finally retreated into the bathroom. Irene took the time to switch TK from the bedpost bondage to eagle-spread on the bed. No words were spoken.

Irene joined the couple in the bathroom after securing TK. The giggling behind the wall, the wet patches on the bedsheet pressing against his back and the vivid flashbacks, TK couldn’t clearly define the mixed feelings within. He felt overwhelming sense of shame and despair but yet a glowing exhilaration escaping through his shattered ego…