My Life with Loretta

The next morning I watched as Loretta poised a red marker pen over the glossy calendar that hung on the kitchen wall. We had not long ago arisen from bed, and she was wearing her fluffy white dressing gown that hung down to just above her knees. I knew she was naked underneath it.

She located the seventeenth of August on the shiny calendar, and slowly drew a thick red circle around the date. She flashed her smile at me.

"There we are, hunni!" she said, "Friday the seventeenth. Just so we don't forget when I will be going out. Thirteen days time... Thirteen days until you could become my little cuckie..."

That previous night, after I had closed the lock on the chastity tube, Loretta had laid back on the bed as I orally pleased her. She seemed to relish the situation - knowing that by closing the lock I had overtly given her full permission to seek sex outside of our relationship. She had been very vocal as I licked and sucked her, crying out how hot it had made her to see and hear me close the lock.

When I had finally licked her creamy pussy dry after her third climax, she had me bring her the three keys to padlock on my tube. She had placed the keys in her bedside drawer, mentioning that tomorrow she would hide two of the keys, and place the third key on her necklace. My cock had reluctantly deflated inside of the tube like a dog that been scenting a succulent meal for hours, but finally realised that dinner would not be forthcoming.

We had then made pillow talk for a good hour. Loretta must have sensed a slight wave of insecurity welling up in me, and she subtly reassured me that our relationship would not be threatened by any tryst that she might engage in. Just before she drifted off to sleep, she had reached down to cup the steel tube that encased my cock. She had smiled serenely, her eyes closed, and said: "My little prisoner..."

I had soon drifted off to sleep myself, her last words ringing in my ears.

Back in the kitchen, Loretta gave a soft chuckle and replaced the marker pen in the drawer. She backed herself up to the long kitchen bench and used her arms to lift herself up to sit on it. I glanced at her long legs as they snaked out from under her dressing gown. She noted my stare, and she smiled and gestured for me to come to her, parting her legs so that I could stand in front of her. She leaned forward and kissed me sensuously. I could feel her warm thighs pressing against my hips as her moist, velvety tongue slid between my lips. My metal-encased cock twitched under my own dressing gown.

"Sooo," she said when she broke the kiss, "Are you still ok with that, Lover? With me going out on my own in two weeks time - and knowing that I might cuckold you for real?"

I gulped involuntarily. "It's been such a hot fantasy for me for so long." I replied.

"That's not what I asked, Lover," she countered gently.

I thought about my reply for a few seconds. "I am okay with it, as long as it's not going to affect us - you know? I mean, as long as it doesn't change how you feel for me"

Loretta nodded. I could see her mulling the latent message in my reply: He is worried about my feelings for him changing, but not about his feelings for me changing. He will still love me even if I cuckold him.

"We talked about this last night, Baby," she replied. "It would never change how I feel for you. If we play this game, it will only be because it's a turn-on for both of us. Am I excited at the prospect of having sex outside our relationship? Yes - I freely admit that I am. But it also excites me to know what it does to you. I guess I love having that kind of power over you. But I am not looking for another relationship, hunni. I am very happy with us." She looked sideways at me and grinned: "Besides - where else am I gonna find such a good little pussy-licker?"

I had to chuckle at her lascivious leer. "Well I can only say again that it's a very powerful fantasy, as you have known for a long time."

Loretta smiled softly and nodded. "Okay. Well, it might not be a fantasy for much longer, little one. In thirteen days time there's a very good chance that some other guy will be have me, Lover."

I felt myself being pulled into the almost unreal sense of wicked eroticism in our exchange, and Loretta knew it.

"A very good chance? How good a chance?" I asked shakily. My cock expanded inside of the steel tube, almost seeming to want to listen to her reply for itself. I could feel the tip of the tube pressing against the kitchen cupboard door under her thighs.

Loretta kissed the corner of my mouth again. "How good a chance? You always need to know the odds, don't you? You mean how likely is it, let's say, on a scale of one to ten?"

I nodded silently.

"Well, little one?" She said, "If I meet a guy that I fancy, and who I think will be a nice, safe playmate for the evening? I would say that the chances of at least kissing him, and probably going much further, are at least nine out of ten." She paused for effect. "But more likely ten out of ten, hunni."

An almost commiserating carnal wave pulsed through my loins at her reply. I began trembling, and the tube clamped around my manhood gripped me tightly as my cock quivered merrily at her words. Loretta leaned close and kissed me again. Her moist tongue slid wetly over my lips.

"You love that idea, don't you, dainty one?" she whispered. "That I am almost certain that in two weeks time, you will become a cuckold..."

"Yes."

"Is your little cock getting all nice and hard inside your tube, Lover?"

"Yes."

She tossed her head back and grinned. "I love making you all hot, little one. I love making you shake - just like you're shaking right now." Her tongue darted from her mouth and licked my lips again.

"You drive me out of my mind," I replied breathlessly.

"Of course, Lover!" she said, "You had better get used to it, because for the next two weeks I am going to remind you each day that it's coming closer."

"Are you going to tease me?" I asked, now fully caught in the erotic word game.

Loretta chuckled softly. "Count on it, little one. Every single day."

I was trembling in earnest now, and my cock had swelled as much as the constrictive metal tube allowed. It throbbed helplessly, and I had to stop my hand from reaching down for it.

"Christ, I want to eat you so much!" I spontaneously blurted, "Right now!"

She seemed amused by my involuntary declaration. "I know. You want to please me, don't you, little one? You want to taste my creamy pussy again, don't you?"

"Yes! I want to lick you, and suck you, and slide my tongue deep inside you..."

"Will you lick my asshole too?" she countered playfully. "And will you lick me clean after I cum, little one?"

"Yes!" I panted.

"Would you get down on your knees right here in the kitchen, and lick me?"

"Jesus, yes!"

She laughed softly. "You're such a hungry little glutton for my pussy, aren't you?"

"I love your pussy!" I murmured, "I love eating you!"

Loretta gently pushed me away, and undid the tie on her dressing gown and pulled it open. I knew she was naked underneath, but the sight of her body, her soft breasts, and the hint of her pubic thatch made me draw a breath. She moved her hips closer to the edge of the bench and then parted those long, shapely legs. Her trimmed cleft opened before me, hovering over the lip of the bench. I glanced up at her face, and for the first time I saw the key dangling on the gold necklace between her breasts. She noted my gaze.

"Yes, cuckie," she said softly, "That's the key to your tube. And, like the tube itself, it stays right where it is for the next two weeks - this key stays right between my tits."

I gave a soft moan. Loretta smiled her soft, self-assured smile and parted her long legs slightly wider. Her cunt glistened invitingly.

"Get down on your knees then, little one," she requested softly. "Breakfast is served."

The feast she offered was juicy, fresh and succulent. I ate with relish.

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The next thirteen days became a carnal blur for me, like a lascivious whirlwind that spun faster and faster. The heady erotic anticipation grew with each passing day - just as Loretta had promised. I found that because I could not climax myself, all my lust was completely focused on pleasing Loretta. She seemed to take a wickedly perverse pleasure from teasing and taunting me, and working me into such a frenzy that I begged to eat her pussy, and lick her asshole. It became the only drug that soothed me - taking her clit between my lips and sucking it; sliding my tongue deep inside her, greedily scooping out her earthy nectar, sucking it, feeling its smooth texture as it slid down my throat. Listening to her cries and moans of pleasure as she climaxed, feeling her thighs clench and shudder as her creamy crevice erupted with her lava, became the center of my world.

The only time I didn't please her orally was for several days during her 'time of the month' in the first week. To be 'locked up', and not be able to eat her pussy for those few days nearly drove me insane with lust.

She informed me that she had hidden the two spare keys to the padlock in a very safe place somewhere in the house. This was done for safety reasons; in the event that I needed to remove the tube in a hurry, I would simply need to call her cell phone (which she always carried), and she would tell me where the keys were.

The only time the tube was ever off was when Loretta asked me to shower with her, which occurred every three or four days. As we showered together, she would unlock me, and tell me to remove the tube and cleanse myself as she carefully watched. As soon as we were out of the shower, she would have me replace the tube, and then she would check that the padlock was securely fastened once again.

As we were showering during the second week, I discovered that my penis had become extremely sensitive to touch - a legacy, I guess, of it being encased in what was a virtually frictionless environment. Loretta was intrigued by this discovery, but simply said that it would be handy to know later.

On Thursday the sixteenth, Loretta informed me that we were going shopping that evening. I had an inkling of what she meant, and sure enough we spent two hours shopping for her new outfit. She made me pick a skimpy set of black matching panties and bra. She then selected a new white skirt and red blouse. New black heels and a set of sheer stockings and suspender belt completed the ensemble.

Loretta smiled as I paid for each item.

"One last thing to buy," she announced, looking sideways at me with a bemused expression. She led us to the pharmacy, and she teasingly told me to buy a packet of condoms. My heart raced and my cock spasmed in its concealed steel casing as I handed over payment to the pharmacy checkout girl. Loretta immediately took custody of the packet, and put the condoms in her handbag.

Friday the seventeenth drifted past slowly - almost as if to prolong the numbing carnal tension inside me.

Loretta showered about an hour after our evening meal. She later reappeared dressed in her new outfit - and she looked stunning! Those legs that had mesmerized me so long ago looked dazzling under her new white skirt. Her blouse revealed the gentle contours of her breasts, and I could see the gold chain on which the key to my manhood was hung disappearing snugly into her cleavage. Her skirt was low enough to hide the tops of her stockings - but it wouldn't take much lifting to reveal them either.

"How do I look, Lover?" she asked, pirouetting playfully.

"You look gorgeous, hun," I stammered. A weird, carnal trance had taken hold of me. I realised that in a few hours this beautiful woman before me - my girlfriend, my lover - might wind up panting under some stud, imploring him to fuck her like I couldn't. The lecherous rush increased in strength and tempo, tearing through my veins.

Loretta smiled. "I'm glad you think so, little one." She replied. "It will be interesting to find out if other guys think the same thing tonight, won't it?"

I swallowed, and she embraced and kissed me. Her perfume enveloped me. I felt like I was in a dream. My cock again tested the metal walls of my tube, and my arms trembled as they held her.

Loretta broke the kiss. "Aww, my poor shaky hunni!" she drawled, "You have waited a long time, and you have been such a good little boy, baby. You haven't cum for two weeks - but tonight, after I get home? You are going to take that tube off, and then you are going to slide your cock inside me..."

That wave of kinky, twisted lasciviousness swept over me once more, stronger than ever. I felt myself being swept towards some unknown destination, at the center of which was pure, unadulterated LUST.

"Is someone else going to fuck you tonight?" I blurted in a voice not my own.

She smiled softly. "Most likely, Lover. But that's okay, isn't it?"

"Yes," I croaked. "I want you to get fucked..." I couldn't believe I had just said what I did.

She raised an eyebrow. "Do you, little one? So you really WANT me to spread my legs for a nice, new, hard cock?"

I could only nod. The lascivious wave of perverted desire pulsed through me again, skimming across my stomach before plunging gleefully into my loins. Tingling sensations rippled along my skin.

"You just might get your wish, little one!" she purred softly, "You do know how tight I will be, don't you? I haven't even had your little cock in my pussy for two long weeks... So imagine how tight my pussy is going to be for a big, thick, hard cock..."

"You will be so tight..." I almost chanted. My legs felt as though they were made from dough.

Loretta gave me a sexy grin. "Well - I will be tight for him... But maybe not tight for you when I get home later tonight, dainty one. But that's okay too, isn't it?" She kissed me again. "You won't mind a real cock reaming me out, will you, Lover? Forcing its way inside me... entering me... Stretching my pussy the way it deserves and needs to be stretched... I might not even feel you when you fuck me tonight..."

My own cock throbbed almost gleefully, as if it took a perverse pleasure in hearing of its own usurping. My balls ached dully, and I felt them contract.

"I want you to enjoy yourself tonight," I heard myself saying. "You know you can do anything you want!"

"I will, little one," she replied smoothly. Her green eyes blazed into mine "And just so you know? If I meet a guy who makes me horny, and I feel like enjoying myself? Then I will cuckold you." She gave a soft shiver of her own, and kissed me once more before releasing me from her embrace.

"Now, Lover?" she began, "I should be home between midnight and two in the morning. I want you to be awake when I get home, but if you aren't it doesn't matter - I will wake you. Don't call my cell phone, unless it's a real emergency. I will call you if there is anything I want you to know - okay?"

I merely nodded. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. Steel encased my cock. Lust swirled and danced in my soul.

Loretta smiled softly. "Thank you, baby. Now it's time I headed out. I want to be at the venue early so I can get a decent parking spot."

She collected her handbag, and headed towards the front door. I followed in a trance. She turned and kissed me once more.

"I love you," she said

"I love you, too", I replied huskily. "Have fun tonight."

She flashed her cocky grin. "Oh, I will Baby. See you after midnight."

She opened the door, and was soon gone.

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Next episode - Loretta lets her fingers do the walking, and our Hero ponders the real meaning of "penile servitude". *grin*

** Editors Note - there was no next episode.