On the ride there she drove and I sat in the front seat. Unzip your pants she said and show me. I undid my pants and pulled out the chastity cage. You...r wife is right. You do need to be caged up.Then she made a call on her cell phone. You have 30 minutes. Get ready she said to whoever was on the other end.Our journey seemed slow and agonizing. She could not keep her hands off my caged manhood. I wanted to say it hurts. What she was doing. But instead I decided it was best to allow her to do what. "Not even..., not even spit?" I clarified."Not even spit, Daddy." She agreed.I slowly let out a breath I didn't even know I had been holding. I had successfully broken her down with my will and was now the one in control. Whether or not this was real or merely another gambit in this crazy game of campus sexcapades, I knew that how I handled things in the next few moments would have a profound effect on our future relationship."I need to feel the beat of your heart through the pulse in your cock. "Faye cocked an eyebrow, and muttered, "May as well make it unanimous..." She got up and followed the others off.I leaned over to Nick and said, "I don't suppose it has occurred to you that a chick as mercenary as she is might have the sexual response curve of a zombie..."Nick grunted. "That wasn't too smart. I suppose you know, huh?" Yup." ... And it's bad..." Yup." Shit."Roger stirred himself. "What's this all about?" Nick's date made him an offer he couldn't refuse in order to be invited to. The next week was nothing special Robin decided. By that time he had startedwriting a diary of events, retrospectively filling in the weeks alreadygone. He only included one line for this week: Hannah: On top. Marianne: Doggy style. Claire: On top. Tried masturbatortoy: washout. He hoped for better results the following session, which had to be delayedby two weeks due to coursework. The evening began with Marianne coming in holdinga small butt plug. "Since you've been in my ass once before,.