He's not dead, he's resting

Honest, I'll be blogging again soon.  My writing muse just totally left me for a few months, as other life issues came to the fore.  However, I find my head has been recently spinning full of chastity topics, both non-ficiton, and fiction.  I suspect I'll be writing again soon.  I need to get back to the "Barely There" story.  My head is full of ideas!

In the mean time, I hope everyone has been enjoying the denial!  ;-p

"Hanky Code" for chastity enthusiasts

So, in the gay community, there is (or at least was) a bit of a "Hanky Code" to help identify one another.  Well, I just saw this article about "Feral Cat Hats" and thought it would make a great Hanky Code for chastity belt enthusiasts.  Maybe we'd clip the right ear instead, or maybe fold one over and pin it down!

Dealing with the self-image and ego challenges of chastity play

I've been reminded, over the last week, about how hard it is to set aside years of being concerned about a macho self-image, and other people's perceptions.

I've read many blogs and postings by men, new to chastity play, who are worried someone might see the tell-tale bulge of a chastity tube in their pants, or that someone will find them out.  To be sure, the first time you wear one out in public, you would swear everyone is looking at your crotch.  After a while, you're only a little self-conscious about it.  Eventually, you don't give it a second thought.  It takes time, though.

Of course, many men (myself included) have a macho self-image which is challenged by the notion of chastity play.  Does it make me a wimp or some kind of sissy?  What would my male friends think if they knew?  Could they ever look at me the same way again?

Some very reluctant newcomers are so nervous about both of these issues that they're reluctant to take that first step and talk to their partner, and buy a device.  I'll be honest, and admit that I had begun to lose sympathy for people expressing the difficulties in "coming out" about this fetish.  "Oh, just suck it up.  It's no big deal!" I would think to myself, as I read these blogs, again and again.  I'd even conveniently forgotten how my own heart was racing in my chest, as I first broached the topic with my own Wife.

Then, this past week happened, reminding me of my folly.  Just by happenstance, a friend wanted to try a new sport which necessitated me showering at a different gym which does not have private shower stalls.  Now, for the past several years, I've exercised in gyms almost exclusively with private stalls.   This presented a little issue.  Now,while I'm wearing my CB presently, but I do maintain shaved pubes, and it's hard to miss my 4GA PA piercing, if one happens to glance down at my hairless wobbly bits. 

Now, I'm not particularly ashamed of either staying shaved, nor having a PA, but I have to admit, going into this big locker room was damned uncomfortable for me.  The first time, I found myself wrapping a towel around my waist, and showering facing the wall as much as I could, even if that meant not getting a lot of water down my back! lol.   It wasn't until I left the locker room, that I realized how silly I was being.   In recent years I've been trying to make myself more comfortable with my own kinks, and here I found I had suddenly regressed a good bit.  So, the next few visits, I made it a point to behave the way I always used to in that locker room.  Making no special efforts to cover up, nor any special efforts to be seen.  I just did my thing.

Man was it uncomfortable!.  I'm sure I got a few stares and double-takes, but I did my best to ignore them.  Still, when all is said and done, I'm glad I'm forcing myself to do it.  I prefer to shave.  Big freakin' deal.  I have a pierced nipples and a PA.  It's nobody's business by my own.  I'm pleased that I'm fighting through the jitters, and being myself.  I'm trying not to let other people's opinions diminish my own enjoyment.

So, anyway, I've been suitably humbled.  I still have my own ego and macho issues to work through, even about body shaving and piercings.  So perhaps it's not so silly to be self-conscious about wearing that chastity device in public the first few times.  It's a big step.  It's uncomfortable at first, but it's worth it.

And, Yes, it may be terrifying to raise the topic of chastity play with your partner.    I rehearsed the conversation over and over in my head for weeks, building up the courage.  But when we finally did discuss it, I was amazed at how smoothly the conversation went.    I'm so glad we DID discuss it. 

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.   Take a chance and be yourself.

Titles and Role Playing

A few things, recently got me noodling on this topic.  A friend posted an article on Facebook entitled The Key To Happiness: A Taboo for Adults.   With a title like that, how could I not read it, right?!?  Anyway, the thesis of the article is that, as adults, many of us lose the ability to play.   We get all serious, and junk!   Now, personally, I've never been afflicted with this malady, but I see it all around me.  I think this observation regarding play extends to some of the "Fun in the Workplace" fads that occasionally crop up as well.  Again, that's not a problem I've ever had.  My office door is plastered with cute cat pictures, and cut-outs of favorite cartoons.  But I digress.

The next thing that got me thinkin' was this blog entry by Belle, over on Nuts 4 Belle's blog.  She has been struggling with getting into character as a Domme.  As a loving Wife and Mother, she just can't imagine being cruel to her husband.  However, she can imagine this "third person" named Belle, who can do all these things he craves.  She's role-playing Belle to see if this will help her over the hurdle.  I think this is brilliant, and I wish them all the best!

I think you may see my next point coming, now.  Role playing in a D/s context, or even just a "Chastity as a bedroom game" context is just a form of play.  I think it's healthy.  I think it's wonderful.  I think it's fun.

Now, taking it a step further.  I know one well known chastity blogging celebrity has a great deal of trouble with titles.  This author balks at people who call themselves "Mistress" or "Goddess" either in their relationships or in the various online forums.  Now, certainly, some of these people are in D/s or Femdom relationships, but some are not.  Still, for me, this is all part of the role play. If it helps you get into the character, and the spirit of what you are trying to achieve as a couple, I think it's a good thing.

We can take a lesson from our children. Be playful,.  Be the subject to her Queen, the slave to her Mistress, the pet to her Owner.  Just have fun with it.  We all need more play, and role-play in our lives.   It's a shame that so many of us have given up play for the sake of being grown-up.   I thank the Gods I never have!  I couldn't live that way.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go wiggle a string for my kitty, and tickle my wife's toes before I head off to work.

Fiction: Barely There, Chapter 3

Barely There

Copyright 2010 by mikecb

Chapter 3

Jeff was more than a little shocked to find this fiery Irish vixen suddenly crawling up his body, trying to massage his tonsils with her tongue.  When he got up this morning, he had no girlfriend and no prospects.  Suddenly, this spontaneous lunch date had turned into something much, much more.   His cock was straining in his jeans, as Kelly ground her crotch against him.  She was a tiny thing, at 5’2”.  She was glued to his chest as he carried her toward the bedroom.   She had one arm and both legs wrapped around his torso.  She let go with her left hand and grabbed his hair, pulling his face to hers.

He struggled for composure.  Sex was obviously imminent.  Before he lost his mind completely, he’d best address the essentials.  She didn’t stop kissing his face and nibbling as neck as he spoke.

“OK.  I last dated a year ago.  No.. OW!”  Kelly was biting his neck.  “No STDs I know of.  No teesssssssyeeeee!”  Her tongue was in his ear.  “No tests, but a doctor visit last month was clean.  Nothing’s oozing anything it shouldn’t be.”

Kelly laughed as Jeff lowered her to the edge of bed.  They began tearing at each other’s clothes.  He was pulling the blouse over her shoulders, as she was unbuckling his belt.

“Same for me.  No one since Cheating Bastard.  I got tested twice after I found out.  All good.  Naaaaaa!”  Jeff had pulled her bra aside and popped her left nipple in her mouth as he fumbled with the straps.  “Not on the pill.  God I hope you have condoms!”

“Fuck!”

“Please!  Now!  And make it hard!” exclaimed Kelly.

“No,” said Jeff.  Beginning to laugh.  “I don’t.   Oooohhhhhhhh.”  Kelly had yanked his pants to his knees, and as his cock sprang from his underwear, she immediately popped it into her mouth.

Kelly rose and twisted, pushing Jeff toward his back on the bed.  Her blouse lay discarded on the floor, her bra straps were over her shoulders, and her breasts exposed, but Jeff hadn’t even managed to unclasp it yet.  Jeff was still wearing his work shirt, though now his jeans and underwear were pushed down around his knees.  Kelly leaned beside the bed, pulling Jeff as deep into her mouth as she could.  Her right hand came to the base of his cock, and began stroking as well.

“Oh god!  Holy shi…..” said Jeff, as his eyes rolled back in his head.  One arm flailed near his face as he reached down with his own right hand and grabbed Kelly’s hair.  Her expert tongue swirled around the head of his penis as she squeezed the base hard.  Jeff started flopping around.  The sensations were super intense.  If she kept this up, he was going to explode within seconds of starting this afternoon tryst.

“Slow…. oh…. jesus…”  Kelly slowed down, and lifted her head from his now throbbing purple member.  It bobbed obscenely before her face.  Jeff’s hips involuntarily thrust a little, as if trying to get his cock back into her mouth.

She had a devilish grin.  “Jeff, your cock seems bigger since this morning when I waxed it.  How could that be?”

He was still catching his breath, but was a little relieved.  Sometimes, too much intense sensation so fast was a little hard to endure.   “I’ve got a few ideas, but it might take some research.” he replied.  He reached up, grabbed her, and spun her down in the bed so that he was now on top.   Taking his cue from her saying she wanted it “Now” and “Hard”, he grabbed her by the waist and tossed her up farther into the bed.   Sitting on the corner of the bed, he yanked his pants and underwear off in one deft motion, and climbed in above her.  He roughly grabbed her bra, and spun it around so that the clasps were in front, and undid it.   The expression on her face during this rough play made it clear she was enjoying it.  Her eyes partly closed as she looked at him lustily.

Her breasts were perfect and feminine on her petite frame.   Red freckles adorned her milky white skin.  Her areolas were pale pink, and her nipples grew large and firm as he roughly pinched them between his fingers.  She squeaked in a very girly way as he pinched, and her eyes fully closed.  He lowered his face and gently kissed and licked each nipple.   Her back arched as she gasped.  Apparently her nipples were quite sensitive.

“Oh fuck…. ahh…. Mmmmm  … My period must be soon..  I …. holy…..”  Jeff had never seen a woman so responsive to nipple play before.  His cock remained rock hard as he worshipped her chest.

He kissed his way down the center of her abdomen, stopping to swirl his tongue in her navel.  He got to the button on her jeans, and began to undo it, and the zipper.   He grabbed the waistband of the jeans along her hips and began pulling her pants down.

“No condoms?”  Asked Kelly, with a hint of desperation in her voice. 

“Nope.  And we better not bareback at this point in the month.”

“Fuck!” She exclaimed, with heartfelt conviction.

“It’s OK.  We’ll getcha there.” said Jeff, as he drew her pants down her legs.   He laughed as he saw her panties.  There was a red, white and blue stripe down over the cleft of her vagina, with a mustang atop.  Between the panties, and the Nascar logos on her socks, he deduced she must be a real racing fan.  Kelly looked down to see the source of his amusement.

“I told you I’m a redneck!   Now stop laughing at my underwear and find a way to give me an orgasm before I go out of my mind!”

More than happy to oblige, Jeff grabbed her panties and pulled them down.  Jeff was unsurprised to find her completely bare.  After all, she did own a waxing shop.  He was however surprised by her labia.  He had dated a lot of girls, but never one with such pronounced lips.  He’d seen pictures when he surfed porn, of course, but had never had the pleasure of experiencing them first hand.   His cock throbbed again, as his tongue dove to work.

Her labia and hood were so heavy that her clit was actually quite buried beneath the folds of her womanhood.  Still, he was rewarded with a gasp as his tongue found its target.   He licked and sucked, as Kelly moaned.  Her legs trashed slightly as he worked.  He looked up her abdomen at her face, framed by the mounds of her breasts.  Her mouth was open and her eyes squeezed closed as she enjoyed the sensations.  Her hands were held up in the air, uselessly, forgotten and clenching at thin air.  He worked for a while, but honestly, was not sure how best to stimulate her.  Women were quite different, and he had no experience with Kelly.   He slowed a little, and backed off.

“I need a little help.   How do you want it?” he asked. 

A wistful smile passed over her lips.  “Oh, can’t you just do that all day?” she asked.

“I could, but you’d miss your 3:00 appointment and, honestly, my tongues a little out of practice.  I might get tired!”

Kelly laughed.  He was still looking up from her crotch across her belly, as it bounced with her laughter.  She reached down and put a hand in his hair.  “You’re so sweet.  A lot of guys don’t even worry about .. you know.  They just cum and go.”

Jeff smiled.  “Well, you know my kink.  Yours is more important than mine.”

Kelly stared at Jeff for a long moment, and a smile slowly came to her face.  “I’ve read a little, but I want to know your kink better.. but for now…. think you can find my G-spot with a finger?  A finger there and your tongue…”  She looked at him for a moment, and then a shy look came across her face, as if she was embarrassed, suddenly, that she had revealed her intimate needs so clearly.   Her left hand unconsciously covered her breast.

Jeff smiled.  “I live to serve.” he said, as he reached up with his middle finger, and began exploring her pussy.  She was moist, both from his oral service as well as her own lubrication.  His finger slid inside with little resistance.  He rubbed the pad of his finger upward, slowly sliding back and forth as he probed deeper.   Suddenly, Kelly gasped and her head pressed back into the pillow. 

Jeff continued to stroke slowly, as he lowered his face again toward her pussy.   It was a little bit of a juggling act to have his hand working so close to his face, while supporting his weight with his other arm.  He began to swirl his tongue around her hood, and was rewarded with an “Oooohhhh” as his tongue crossed her clit, deep within her beautiful folds.

Sensing the rhythm and workings of her body a little better, he began stroking and licking.  He sucked her ample hood into his mouth and darted his tongue beneath.  Her moans and thrashing gave evidence that his technique was working.   He withdrew his mouth, slightly, breathing deeply.  He kissed her inner thighs, and nibbled a little.  He stroked his cheek against her flesh and suddenly felt her hand in his hair again.  She pressed him down, down to her awaiting clit.  He licked again, faster, more urgently.  Her sighs became moans.  Her moans became cries, as she began thrashing on the bed.  He pressed his face down with some force, to keep from being bucked from his task.   Her right hand continued to press him to her pussy, as her left began thrashing.  He heard a thunk as her arm and hand hit the headboard above the pillows.   Suddenly, with a scream that made him glad the house wasn’t too near to the neighbors, she climaxed.   Her head flailed left and right.  She inadvertently kicked him in the abdomen.  The air whooshed from his lungs as he pulled his face away, but he kept stroking her G-spot with his finger.  As the pace and tempo of her convulsions slowed, he slowed his hand.

He was breathing hard and sweaty from his efforts.  He looked at Kelly, her chest was red between her breasts, and her face was bright red as well.   She was still breathing deeply, and Jeff enjoyed watching her belly rise and fall as she caught her breath.  She was thin, but had a little roundness around her pale white middle that was quite charming.   Kelly was grinning, her eyes still closed, and making “Mmmmm” noises, as the aftershocks of an apparently strong orgasm flowed through her body.

Jeff’s face and hands were wet with saliva and her juices.  He quietly got up, and swiftly stepped to the master bathroom, and grabbed a towel.  He wiped his hands and face as he returned to the bed, and lay beside Kelly.  She was just coming back to herself, as she wrapped herself around him.  Her eyes opened, and he could see the blissed out glaze of a contented woman.  She pressed her forehead to his and just held him silently for a moment.  Jeff was content to feel her warm breath against his face, and stroke her bottom with his hand, as they held each other close.

Kelly came to herself a little more, and said “Jeez, I didn’t even have time to get your shirt off!”  They laughed for a moment.  “I guess we were both a little pent up, huh?”

Jeff grinned, not saying the obvious, as his cock still throbbed between them.  Kelly was smiling for a moment, before his silence brought her brain fully into gear.   She glanced down to see his cock, standing firm, pressing against her thigh.   “I’m sorry”, she said, laughing at herself.  “It’s just… well…. I’m not sure a guy has ever gotten me off before, without… you know.”

Jeff smiled.  “It’s about time you found someone to treat you right.”

Kelly smiled.  “Well, speaking of treating right… Help me with that shirt.”

Jeff sat up, as she helped pull his work shirt off his arms, and pull his undershirt off.  Now, finally, they were both nude… well, except for their socks.  She was still wearing her Nascar socks.  He had on his white tube socks.

Kelly pressed Jeff to the mattress as she came to her hands and knees.  She walked herself back on her hands, obviously planning to return the oral favor.  Jeff smiled, admiring her freckled shoulders, and the way her breasts were a little pointy, as they hung beneath her this way.  His eyes quickly closed, however, as she once again took him into her mouth.  Her tongue went to work, though less urgently this time.  She licked and stroked him, pulling his cock out of her mouth and rolling her tongue around the outside.  It felt wet, slick and delicious as she worked.  She began building the tempo, and he felt the pressure beginning to build.  She withdrew her mouth again, and was tickling the underside of his cock with her tongue when she stopped.

“What’s this?” she asked.  He felt her fingertip on the underside of his penis.

“Oh, that’s the hole for my PA.  I didn’t put in any jewelry, since we had the appointment this morning.  Usually, I have a ring in there, or my CB has a post through it.”

He looked up to see a stunned look on Kelly’s face.  She was literally flipping his cock around in her hand, looking at it all over.  “But where does it come out?”  She had obviously never seen a PA piercing before.

“It goes in that hole on the bottom, and comes out the front – the urethra.” 

“No way!”

“Way!” Said Jeff, with a chuckle. 

The conversation had sort of broken the mood.  Kelly glanced down to notice his cock softening in her hand.  “Oh no you don’t!” she said, and began stroking him.  She was sitting up now, with one hand masturbating his cock, as she stared intently at his face.  Jeff looked back at her smiling as the sensations took hold.  His head pressed back into the pillow, and he thrust his hips upward, giving himself to her hands.  She stroked him for a while, but as his breathing began to shorten and his hips involuntarily began to pump, she slowed and stopped, squeezing the base of his penis.  The sensation was incredible.

“So….”  Jeff’s eyes popped open as Kelly began speaking at this intimate moment.  He was so close.  “After I totally blew it with Terry, I felt bad about the whole CB thing.”

Jeff wondered why she was talking now.  He was so close!  He kept thrusting his hips, as if she might take the cue and finish him.

“You guys… you LIKE being denied, don’t you?”  Jeff looked at her, a little surprised, but nodded.  His face gave away his concern.   She wasn’t going to stop now, was she?!?

“I was really surprised!  I figured these things were all bought by girls to keep their men in line.  I had no idea that 99% of them were bought by guys who wanted it.  It really blew my mind!”

Jeff didn’t know what to say, but suddenly Kelly began stroking him more vigorously.  She was squeezing her hand.  An explosion of sensations shot through his body as once again, he felt the tide coming in for an explosive orgasm.  Again, as he felt the waves building, she stopped.  He actually whimpered. 

Kelly smiled, a little devilishly.  “I did a lot of reading.  I was stunned.  You mentioned you got all turned on by service, and waiting on women and stuff.  I read lots about that.”  Jeff couldn’t really respond, as the sensations in his groin were unbelievable.  Besides, her talking this way… prolonging the moment.  It was rubbing some kind of buttons deep in his psyche.  He gasped as he head lolled back and forth.

“So you like the idea of being denied?”  She squeezed his cock, as if prodding him to respond.

“Yea….” he was still gasping.  “Ya, I do.”

“And that service stuff?  You want to wait on your girlfriend?  Pamper her?  I could get used to that.”

“Oh yes.” he moaned.  She stroked him a little faster for a moment, and then slowed again.

“What about dressing up in girls clothes?  You had me wax you all over.  Be honest now.  It’s time.  Do you like to dress up like a girl?”

Jeff shook his head, still in the throws of the sensations.  “No… I don’t… it’s just… more…”  He winced as a wave of pleasure went through his body.  “Just more sub… submissive feeling.”

“Huh.” she said, sounding genuinely surprised.  “What about that other stuff, like cuckholding.  Do you want other guys to fuck me while you watch?”

She stroked him more vigorously again.  The sensations were amazing.  He’d ever been so horny in his life.

“Answer me.” she said, and squeezed his cock.

“No… none of that.  I want to fuck…. oh god I want to be the one fucking you… right now!”

Kelly giggled at his honestly.  “Good boy.  I promise you, if you had condoms around here, we’d be going at it like rabbits.”  She squeezed him hard, and stroked firmly.  Jeff thrashed on the bed, the mix of pleasure and pain was incredible.

“What about all that pain stuff?  Some of you boys like it.”

Jeff was going out of his mind with desire.  “Hurt me.” he begged.

He couldn’t even open his eyes to look, but he heard the laughter in her voice.  “Well, I don’t know much about that, but I’m willing to learn.”  Suddenly, Jeff screamed, as Kelly bit his nipple, hard.

“Ahhh.. oooh… haaa”  he was wimpering.  He was panting like a dog on hot summer afternoon.  The pain in his nipple shot electricity to his cock.

“Oh, you pervert you!” said Kelly with laughter in her voice.  She lightened her stroke, and took the palm of her other hand, and began swirling it over the head of his penis.  Jeff began thrashing on the bed like he was being murdered with pleasure.

“What about humiliation?  Do you want me to make fun of you?  To embarrass you?”

Jeff’s face was a mask of agony/ecstasy.  Her talk was making him crazy with lust.  “Yes…. oh god.. .yes!”

“Well let me play with your tiny little dick just a little longer, then, I have just one more question.  I think I know the answer to this one.  You’ve said ‘Yes Ma’am’ to me twice this afternoon already.  You’re submissive.  You want me in charge, don’t you?”

Jeff couldn’t talk.  Hell, he couldn’t even breathe.  He was thrashing and moaning.  He was only vaguely able to keep himself from bucking Kelly right off the bed.  He was much larger than her, and struggling to control himself.  Kelly squeezed his cock hard, again, and stopped pumping.  “Ooowwww!” he groaned, but was grinning like an idiot.

“Answer me.  You want me in charge, don’t you?”   She pulled on his cock once, slowly, with a tremendous squeeze.

“Yes!” he screamed.  Yes, Ma’am!”

Kelly stroked him quickly then, and increased the pressure at the base of his cock.  “Don’t you cum boy!” she shouted.  She stroked him off.  The pressure was immense.  He clenched his teeth and tore at the sheets on the mattress with his hands.  “Wait for it….”  His back was arched as he tried to hold back the pressure.  He thought his whole crotch would explode.  “Get ready!”  He was screaming now.  He had no idea how he was holding back.  “Now!  Cum for me!  Now!”    She released her grip on his cock, but kept stroking.  Jeff instantly exploded.  “Gaaaaaa….” he screamed.  He gulped for air as his body convulsed.  Kelly kept stroking him, milking every last drop from him.  He felt gobs and gobs of semen pumping down his shaft.  Ht felt like gallons of the hot sticky stuff were coming out of him.  He whimpered then, after such an immense release.  He had never felt anything so powerful in his life. 

As the waves subsided, Jeff started shivering.  He couldn’t even really take care of himself.  His arms were folded across his chest.  He felt Kelly wiping the cum off his cock, balls and belly.  He felt her pulling the bedspread around them both, as she cuddled him next to him.  He instinctively reached out and drew her close.  The warmth of her naked skin against his was profoundly satisfying and needed.  He drifted off to sleep.

He wasn’t sure how long it had been when he awoke, still in her arms.  He opened his eyes to see her blue eyes piercing his.  Up close, he could see the fine freckles on her forehead and the end of her nose.  She smiled as he came to himself.

“There’s my man.” she said, with a grin.

“I’m… I’m sorry.  That was so freakin’ intense… and the wine….”

Kelly laughed it off.  “I loved watching you.”  She stroked his cheek.

Jeff really didn’t know what to say.  The orgasm was incredible, as were the revelations that occurred.  He had never opened his heart so fully to anyone, and especially not like that.  Once again, as he struggled to express his feelings, Kelly beat him to the punch.

“Thank you for helping me understand.” she said.  “I’ve never… well, never been with anyone like you.”

Jeff felt uncomfortable, again.  “Yea, a real pervert.”  He sighed, and closed his eyes.  He blew it.  She was going to break it off now.  He knew it.  He was bracing himself for the end.

They were still lying, face to face on the pillow.  Kelly stopped stroking his cheek, but held her hand to his face.  “Not a pervert.”  She said.  “A real man.  A man who loves women….. Someone who believes in romance.”  Jeff opened his eyes, surprised.   She continued.  “I… I don’t know how to do all the things you want to do… but… but for a man like that…  I’d be willing to try.”  Jeff’s expression turned to one of shock and surprise.  “If.. if you want me to.. if it’s not just… a fantasy.”

Jeff drew a slow breath, and reached up and took her hand.   He actually paused to consider.  Was it just a fantasy?  Was it something he really wanted?  “I honestly don’t know.” he said.  “I know I’ve wanted it for years.  Hell, I’ve ruined relationships trying to get it… but if I… if we…. I don’t know if the reality.. you know… would be the same.”

Kelly paused, thoughtful.  A moment passed.  “There’s nothing that says we have to go at this all at once.  Neither of us know what this means.   Should we…. I mean if you want to… we could start slow?”

Without a pause, this time, Jeff replied, smiling.  “I’d like that.  A lot.”

Kelly leaned over, and kissed him on the forehead.  “Well, boyfriend, I need to get back to waxing lady bits.”  She rose from the bed, naked, and started gathering up her clothes.

Jeff rose as well, reaching for his clothes.  He stopped suddenly, laughing.

“What’s the matter?” asked Kelly, as she was starting to loop her bra around her torso.

“We stink of sex.  I think we’d better have a quickie shower.”

Kelly giggled.  “I’ll join you for the shower, but no more quickies or I’ll never get out of here!”

Jeff smiled as he made a “follow me” gesture to the master bathroom.  He had removed the tub, some time ago, and replaced it with an extra large shower stall.  Kelly seemed pleased “Ooh.  That’s nice.”

The water running, he handed her the soap and washcloth first, while he quickly wet and washed his hair.  By the time he finished, she handed them back and stepped out to the shower.   The bath towels were in plain view, and she grabbed one and began drying as Jeff finished up.  As he stepped out, she offered her towel “Share it?”  “Sure.” He said.

Kelly scooted out of the bathroom as Jeff finished up.  She began getting dressed.  A minute later, he called to her.  “Can you come here for a moment?”

Her bra and panties on, and her blouse pulled around her shoulders but unbuttoned, she reentered the bathroom.  She found Jeff holding some shiny bits of metal.

“I figured you should see how this works.  It’ll only take a minute.”  Kelly’s eyes grew wide as she realized he was holding his chastity tube.

Jeff had some lube in a drawer by the sink, where he stored the tube when he wasn’t wearing it.  He showed her how the ring went around his testicles, and then pushed his penis through as well.   He was a little embarrassed, as his cock began to swell as Kelly looked on.

“This is the tough part. “ He said.  He rubbed a little lube on his cock, while trying to think of old nuns and baseball statistics, and smeared a little in the tube.   He slid the cock tube on, and then wiped his slippery lubed fingers on a towel.  “Now, lining up the pin can be a bitch.”  He took a small curved pin, and dipped it in the end of the tube of lube to lubricate it.  Then, he attempted to insert it into a hole on the lower side of the tube.  He winced, as he tried to line it up the hole in the tube with the hole in his PA piercing, but wasn’t having much luck.  He could only work by feel.

“Can I try?” asked Kelly?   Jeff looked shocked at the offer, but then smiled and handed her the pin.  Kelly knelt on the floor, and turned twisted the tube around a little.  From her vantage point below, she could see when the hole for his PA was lined up.  She started working in the pin, very tentatively.

“Wow, you got it!” said Jeff.  “Here.”  He reached down, and took the pin in his fingers, and twisted a little more aggressively.  A moment later, it popped out his urethra and was visible in the end of the chastity tube.

He glanced at Kelly who was wide-eyed, looking at the whole contraption.  He handed her one of the locks.  “See the threads next to the base of the pin.  Screw this in there.”  Kelly turned it a few times, seeing that the lock sat over the pin, preventing its removal.   As she screwed the cylindrical lock down, a lip on the lock engaged in a notch in the chastity tube.  It wouldn’t turn any more.

“Now, take this key, and keep turning it in the lock as far as it will tighten.”  Kelly did so, and after about another two turns, the lock was screwed down tightly over the pin, preventing its removal.  Without the key, it could not be unscrewed, and the notch prevented it from turning otherwise. 

“Ingenious, isn’t it?”  Asked Jeff.  Kelly nodded.   He took a small screw, and put it in the top of the cock cage.  It tightened, with an allen wrench, into the ring around his balls, securing the tube to the ring.  Then, he took another cylindrical lock and screwed it in over the head of the screw, using the same key.  Once tightened, the chastity device was secured and unremovable without the key.

“Voila” said Jeff, as Kelly stood looking down in amazement. 

“Wow!  That’s kind of like that plastic one, but on steroids.  Holy crap!”  She couldn’t resist grabbing hold of the tube, and pulling and twisting to see just how secure everything was.  “.. and you can’t cum with this on?”

“Not a chance.” said Jeff.  Lord knows, he had tried.

Kelly couldn’t tear her eyes from his crotch, though Jeff saw her mouth the word “Wow”.   Finally, she tore her eyes away.  “This is comfortable?  You can wear it for a few days at a time?”

“I’ve gone a month, once.” he said.  “Though I wouldn’t want to do that again!” he added quickly. 

Kelly grinned.  She picked up the key from where Jeff had set it on the bathroom counter.  Jeff’s eyes were glued to the key, as she held it in front of him.  His heart began to race.  “How many of these do you have?”

“Just one more, in my safe deposit box at the bank.”  He noticed his voice was a little shakey.

“Well, then.  If I understand this right, I should be taking this now, agreed?”

Jeff’s heart pounded in his chest.  He literally had to put a hand on the counter to steady himself.  How long would she keep him locked up?  What would happen?  Did they need to talk more about this?  Certainly they did.  Still, he knew she was already late getting back to the shop.  They had agreed to go slowly.  He would have to learn to trust her.  He was a bundle of nerves, but he knew what he had to do.

“Yes, Ma’am.”  

Kelly reached up on her tip-toes as he leaned down.  With a big smile on her face, she kissed him lightly. 

“Good boy.” she said. 

End Chapter 3

Fiction: Barely There, Chapter 2

Barely There

Copyright 2010 by mikecb

Chapter 2

Kelly pulled the last few wax-impregnated strips from Jeff’s scrotum with a little smile.  Jeff was still speechless, as Kelly had just discovered that he wore a chastity device.  He had revealed that secret to his last few girlfriends, and those relationships didn’t go well afterward.   Kelly wasn’t his girlfriend, but she wasn’t reacting as he expected.  Unlike the other women, Kelly didn’t seem freaked out or concerned.  In fact, she had a smug little smile on her face since she discovered the chaffing marks on his testicles, and deduced he must wear a chastity belt.  She was obviously familiar with them, and he was curious.  Unfortunately, he had no idea how to ask.

“I’m sorry, Jeff.  I shouldn’t have said anything or let on.  It’s really none of my business.  It just.. well, caught me by surprise.  I’m not much of a poker player, if you couldn’t guess.”

Jeff laughed nervously.  “It’s… it’s alright.  I just, well, you know.  I prefer to be discrete about it.  I don’t exactly advertise it.”

“Oh.  Well, let me put your mind at ease.  My shop is like Las Vegas.  What happens in Barely There, stays in Barely There.  My clients have every right to expect discretion.”

“Thanks.” He said, still feeling a little awkward.

Kelly had finished waxing him.  She gently pulled the blanket over him, and set a few of her things out of the way.

“OK, why don’t you go ahead and get dressed.  I’ll pour that cup of coffee.  You promised you’d have one!  Don’t make me drink the whole pot by myself!” 

Jeff smiled and said “I wouldn’t miss it!” 

Kelly smiled in return and stepped out of the treatment room.

Jeff got off the table, and took a moment to run his hands over his chest and public region.  They were smoother than he’d ever had them, though a little tingly and sensitive.  He assumed that sensation would clear up eventually.

He arrived in the lobby to find Kelly behind the counter.  A steaming cup of coffee was on the glass countertop, beside a sheet of paper.  There was a title at the top of the sheet – “Aftercare Instructions”.    Kelly discretely placed a small receipt beside the instructions. 

“So, if the bill isn’t high enough, I’ve got a few other things I can sell you.” Kelly said, with a grin.  Jeff glanced at the receipt as he sipped the coffee, which really was extraordinarily tasty.  He looked up to see Kelly holding up a few plastic bottles.

“So, in those instructions I suggest exfoliating in a few days.  I also suggest using something to help avoid getting pimples or infected hair follicles.   These are the products I recommend.”

Jeff only glanced at the instructions in passing.  “Well, I always get frustrated with my customers when they don’t do what I recommend, so I guess I’d best just buy that stuff.  If my customers make me mad, the most I can do is wire them up for an electrical fire.  Hell, in there, I’m naked, and you have a pot of scalding hot wax.  You win!  Whatever you say goes, Ma’am!”

Kelly burst out laughing.  “Now that’s a proper attitude!  Hell hath no fury like an aesthetician scorned!” 

“I can only imagine!”  Jeff looked at the bottles for a moment.  “You’ll have to tell me how to use this stuff.   I thought one exfoliated with a weed whacker, not a bottle of creamy goo!”

Kelly laughed cheerfully, and explained how to use the products.  She bagged them up for him, as he pulled out a credit card to square up the bill, including a generous tip.  That taken care of, she suggested that he come back in about three weeks for another waxing appointment.  “If it gets close, and you think you need it sooner or later, just give me a call and we can reschedule.”  With another comparison of her calendar and his iPhone, the appointment was booked.

By this point, it was just about noon.  Jeff was surprised to find that he was feeling reluctant to leave the shop.  He was really enjoying Kelly’s company.  Having someone else know his secret was almost liberating.  He wondered if they could talk about it a little.  He was curious about her experience with chastity belts.  She had mentioned that her ex wore one for her.  He was still struggling to decide how to brooch the topic when Kelly said “OK, well thank you so much for your business, Jeff.  I’ve enjoyed your company.  Umm…. would you perhaps like to join me for lunch?”

Jeff raised an eyebrow, eager to take her up on the offer.  He didn’t have any pressing jobs today.  He planned to drop in at a new house build this afternoon, but he didn’t have a set schedule.  He was about to say “Yes” as Kelly reached under the counter, and opened a small cube refrigerator.  She pulled out two microwave burritos.   “I’ve got chicken and pork!”

Jeff was stunned.  “You eat….. THAT?!?” 

Kelly’s face dropped a little.  She suddenly looked self-conscious.  “Uh.. yea.” she said meekly.  “What, are you a vegetarian or something?”

Jeff resolved his plan instantly.  He was surprised by his own boldness.  “You said you don’t have any appointments until three?”

Kelly nodded, looking a little confused.

“Can you close up shop for an hour?  I’d like to take you someplace and get you a decent meal!” 

“Um.. I suppose…  You’re not going to make me eat wheat germ and alfalfa sprouts or something, are you?”  She asked with a grin.

“Definitely no wheat germ!” he said, grinning back.  “As for the rest, I make no promises, other than I think you’ll like it.”

Kelly smiled and exclaimed.  “It’s a date!”  She paused then, and looked embarrassed.  “Um..  Is it a date?  I mean, I don’t…”

Jeff interrupted.  “I suppose that depends on your policy on dating clients.”  He smiled at her, raising an eyebrow.

Kelly laughed.  “Well, I’ve never been interested in dating one of my clients before, seeing as most of them are middle-aged women!  You could be the first, though.”

“I’d like to be.”  Jeff replied.

Kelly grabbed her purse from under the counter.  “Well then, as I said.  It’s a date!”

They took Jeff’s pickup truck.    That had a laugh as she went to climb into the passenger seat.  His truck was a full-sized pickup, with heavy duty suspension and large tires.  It allowed him to get into primitive construction sites when doing electrical work.  Unfortunately, the truck was not well designed for 5’2” aestheticians.  He had to take her by the waist and give her a boost up.  He thought that was a little more gentlemanly than pushing her ass, though it was quite a tempting idea, and quite a lovely ass.

“Where are we going?” Kelly asked.

“A quiet little place I know.” Jeff replied, enigmatically.  He drove for a few minutes, leaving the small town they lived in and entering into the farm country on the perimeter.  The whole notion of “dating” was quite a surprise to Jeff, albeit a pleasant one.  He peeked out of the corner of her eye, as she looked at the countryside.   She was dressed in a simple button-down blouse, jeans and sneakers.  He found himself taking in the curve of her breast and the shape of her face as he glanced at her in profile.  She was much smaller than anyone he had dated before, but quite pretty.  Her red hair and piercing blue eyes were quite striking.

“What’s out here?  I didn’t know there was a restaurant out here in farm country.” said Kelly, with a slight look of concern. 

“Best one in town.  Chez Pierre’s.” he said.  He turned off onto a side road, and a few hundred yards  from the corner, he pulled into his driveway.  A sign on the lawn announced his home-based business “Jeff Peters Electric – Home and Commercial”

Kelly grinned and looked at him.  “You can cook?!?  Where have you been all my life, Jeff Peters?!?”

“The jury is still out on my cooking.  Why don’t you come in, and you can decide.”  Jeff walked around to the passenger side, and Kelly leaned on his shoulder as she lowered herself from his immense truck. 

“How much property do you own out here?” asked Kelly, as she looked around. 

“Well, I’ve got the house and barn over there.  I use the barn to store tools and larger supplies for my business.   There’s about 20 acres behind.  I like the property.  There’s a lot of privacy in the back, with the hedgerows on each side.  Most of the land is just scrub trees.  I cut my own firewood back there.  I’m friendly with the neighbors, but we only see each other a few times a year.  I’ve done a little work in pretty much every house on this road, though.  Nice folks.”

The house was a 3 bedroom ranch, he explained, with an attached two car garage.  Jeff’s truck was too big to fit in the garage comfortably, so he always parked it on the gravel drive.  He used the garage to park his motorcycle, and an ATV that he used to haul a wagon for his firewood.  He also had shelves stocked with the most common electrical supplies he used for his business.

Done looking around, the entered the house through the garage.  Jeff kicked off his shoes as they entered the mud room.  “Can you take your shoes off?  I try not to track a lot into the house.”

Kelly was happy to slip off her sneakers.  Jeff noticed her socks had little race cars on them.  The mud room attached directly to the kitchen.  “So, here is the heart and soul of Chez Pierre’s.” said Jeff with a smile.  “If you need the facilities, they’re down the hall there – first door on the right.  If not, have a seat, and let me whip something together.  I hope you don’t mind leftovers.  I promise they’re still better than a microwave chicken burrito!”

Kelly grinned.  “Ah hah!  But, I’m sure they’re no competition for the pork!  Those are my favorite!”  She hovered near the butcher block counter in the middle of the kitchen, rather than sitting.  “You’re sure there’s not something I can do?” she asked.

Jeff opened the fridge, and started pulling out some sealed Tupperware containers.  He paused to consider, and said “Sure, why don’t you pick the wine.  We’ll be having poultry, if that’s OK.  So how about a white?  My wine rack is right there in the pantry.”  He pointed to a door to the side of the kitchen.

“Oh, Chicken’s fine.” She said.  She went over to the pantry and opened the door.  His walk-in pantry was quite large.  She must have been surprised by the wine rack, given the way she gasped.   It occupied one whole wall, and had about 200 bottles in it.  She called out from inside.  “I’m guessing my favorite brand with the screw top isn’t going to be in here?”

Jeff laughed.  “Hmm, yes, perhaps our tastes are a little different.  I’m guessing you’ll prefer a sweet one.  Just grab any old Riesling.  It’ll either be good, or one I haven’t tried.  It’ll be like an adventure!”

Kelly muttered something he couldn’t hear, as he worked.  He set a corkscrew on the counter, as he quickly sorted out food.  He put the poultry on a big plate, cold.  He put the quiche in the microwave and set it for a few minutes, as he opened the large Tupperware container with the salad.  He pulled a few bottles of dressing from the fridge and set them on the counter, just as Kelly returned with a puzzled look on her face.

“Half those bottles weren’t even in English!  You said you wanted an adventure?  Well, this looks like it’s a white.  I have no clue what it is!”  She laughed, perhaps a little self consciously.

Jeff looked at the label.  “Oh, you’ll like that!”  He pointed to the corkscrew.  “Wine glasses are in the middle cabinet over there.” 

Kelly went and opened the cabinet.  She paused for a minute.  “Umm.. Jeff?....”

“The smaller ones.  Big ones are for reds.”

“Uhh.. thanks.  That’s what I thought.” She said, uncertainly.

Jeff chuckled as she came back with the wine glasses.    He began to think of her affectionately as a diamond in the rough.

“Hey!  I’m not a bumpkin, you know!  I’m a redneck!” exclaimed Kelly.  She began opening the bottle with the corkscrew he had set out.

“I didn’t say anything!”  Jeff retorted with a grin.  He blinked innocently at her.  “Lunch is served.  Nothing fancy.  I’m serving it Family style, as this is only a first date.  Scoop some up, and we can eat at the table.”  He handed her a plate.   “For a second date, I might even do something fancy!”

“Something Fancy!” Kelly muttered, as she looked at the containers of food arrayed before her.  She took the plate and looked down at the poultry.  “Um..  Those are the smallest chickens I’ve ever seen!”

“Cornish game hens.  I think you’ll like it.  I tried a new glaze.  They came out pretty well, if I say so myself.  I made a bunch of extra on Sunday so I’d have them for lunches.  They’re just as delicious cold.”

Kelly looked skeptical, but put one on her plate.  “Adventure, huh?  You mind if I have some wine first?”

Jeff grinned and was about to say something when the microwave beeped.  He pulled the quiche out, and set it down on the counter as Kelly was scooping some salad into a bowl.

“What kind of pie is that?” asked Kelly, with a confused look.

“That’s asparagus quiche.  You don’t mind onions, do you?  There’s a few in there.”

“Uhh.. no….I guess not.” She said, looking really uncomfortable.

“Don’t like asparagus?” asked Jeff, concerned.

“Umm.  I’ve never had quiche.  What’s it like?”

“Well, this one has bacon, eggs, cream, lots of swiss cheese, asparagus and some onions.”  Jeff looked at Kelly’s skeptical expression.  “An adventure!” he finished, smiling.  He scooped up a warm slice, and put it on her plate.

True to her word, Kelly took a few healthy gulps of her wine before trying any of the food.  Jeff tasted the wine and was pleased, as expected.  He didn’t have the heart to tell Kelly that the bottle of wine she was guzzling to screw up her courage had cost him almost $90.  She had accidentally picked one of his finest bottles.  Well, it was a good investment for a lovely girl.  He tried not to grin, as his diamond in the rough started picking at her food.

Kelly fussed and struggled, but eventually carved some meat from the hen.  She literally wrinkled her nose as she put it to her lips, but after a few bites, Jeff was rewarded with a surprised expression on her face.  She smiled and said “That’s really good!”

“Great!  Try the quiche!”  Jeff watched her, riveted, his own plate forgotten before him.  He took delight in watching her face, closely, as she experienced these new foods.

Kelly scooped the tiniest portion of quiche onto her fork, and nibbled.  Again, after a moment, a smile crossed her face.  “Another winner!” she said.    She took a forkful of her salad and began munching.  “What’s the stringy stuff? I don’t think I’ve had that in a salad.  It adds a nice flavor.”

“Those would be the alfalfa sprouts.” said Jeff, and he burst out laughing.   Kelly laughed so hard, she had to cover her mouth to keep the salad in.

Jeff began on his lunch, as Kelly dug into her food.  They didn’t talk much for a few minutes, as they both enjoyed the meal.  Kelly eventually gave up on the silverware for her hen, and tore into it with her fingers.  She finished one, and took another off the serving plate and dug into that as well.  After a few minutes, he was rewarded by a healthy belch.  Kelly unselfconsciously grinned.

“OK, Jeff.  I concede.  This is better than a chicken burrito!”

“Ahh, but the real test…. is it better than the pork?”

She grinned sheepishly.  “Busted…… ya, OK, I admit it.  It’s better than the pork, too.  This stuff is all fabulous!  You eat like this…. all the time?  This is one crazy lunch!”

Jeff smiled, a little self consciously.  “Yea.  I’ve always liked to cook.  It saves a lot of money, compared to eating out for lunch all the time.   Hell, if you leave out the wine, the rest of this food would cost less than a trip to McDonalds.  I usually whip up way too much, and save leftovers for lunch.”

“That’s cool.  That wine is really good, too.  Sorry, I’m drinking so much.  I’m… well…. not so adventurous with food, usually.    I hope it didn’t cost a lot.”

“Oh, no.  Don’t worry about it.  I get it in volume.”  He said, gluing on his most sincere smile.

Lunch was going well, and Jeff was trying to summon the courage to ask Kelly about her experience with chastity belts.  He grew quiet again, as he tried to think of some way to bring it up.  Apparently, his investment in the wine was a good one.  Kelly, now finishing her second (full!) glass, brought it up first.  She looked a little giggly.

“So, since we’re now officially dating,” she began with a grin, “and you’ve got me all tipsy, you can tell me about your chastity belt fetish!”  She gulped the last of her glass of wine.

Jeff offered her a little more, but she put her hand over the glass “I’ve gotta wax an old lady’s junk in a few hours.  Got something without alcohol?”  Jeff grinned.  She was tipsy.

While he was searching for words about his chastity belt hobby, Jeff got up and pulled a bottle of juice out of the fridge and opened it for her.  Kelly looked befuddled and mouthed the word “Pomegranate?” as she sniffed it.  “To adventure!” she said with a grin, and took a sip.   Jeff was rewarded with another smile.

“Well,” he said, as he sat down.  “I guess I’ve been interested in chastity belts since before I knew what they were.  I remember playing games as a teen, trying to wrap things around… myself, and pretend I couldn’t … well… masturbate.”  He took a deep breath.  He was still fighting nerves talking about this topic.  Kelly sat quietly, sipping her juice and letting him talk.  Her eyes betrayed that she was a little buzzed.

“I found out about them on the Internet a few years ago, surfing porn somewhere.  I bought a few plastic ones, but they didn’t work so well.  I finally bought a stainless steel cage.  It’s a lot more hygienic.  I can wear it for …. well.. a longer time.”

Kelly nodded, looking very curious and like she had a thousand questions she wanted to blurt at once.  She had a few false starts, before she finally came to her first question.  “So, is it… I mean.. what if… umm… So, your girlfriend…. did she like it?”

Jeff snorted.  “Crissy and I ended about a year ago.  It was awkward.  I told her about my…. interests… pretty early on.  She just didn’t get it.  Still, we were fairly compatible, and we were together for almost a year.  Finally, I…. well, it was my fault.  I just needed it to be part of …. of ‘us’.  She just couldn’t wrap her head around it, and really didn’t even want to try.  It was not meant to be.”  Jeff sighed, and sipped the last of his wine.  He was starting to think he’d skip work for the rest of the afternoon.  He poured himself another glass.  The bottle was open, after all.  White wine didn’t keep well!

“She’s the only one you… tried?” asked Kelly.

“No, there was Max.  She and I dated just for a few months.   I handled that one badly.  I.. well… I, uh, read a lot of stuff on the Internet.  I was really excited.  When I talked to her about it, I just sort of blurted out all this stuff… about how chastity can be used to get guys to behave certain ways..”  Jeff felt his face growing a little red.  He wished  it was just from the wine.  Still, he was having the conversation.  He was going to finish it.  “Um… you know, submissive stuff… how she could be in charge… stuff like that.”  He was blushing outright, now.  He could feel his face and ears burning.  “It was really too much… I mean, she didn’t know anything about it, and here I was blurting all these fantasies.  Hell, I’m not even sure I knew what I wanted.  I was just so…. so excited by it all.”  He paused, feeling a little depressed.  “It just ruined things.”  He shook his head.  “I don’t know.  Sometimes I think this fetish just means I’m broken.  Maybe I should just keep it in the closet.”

Jeff was past his nerves now, but with that off his chest, he was actually feeling more than a little sad and self-loathing.  He was leaning on his elbows with his face in his hands.  He dared to look up at Kelly.  She was looking at him with concern.  “Oh, I think you’re anything but broken.  We all have… well, needs.  Two bad experiences don’t mean… it’ll never work.”  She reached out and took one of his hands, and held it across the table.  “You’re not the only one to get it wrong at first, you know.”  By his look, she knew his next question.  She didn’t wait for him to ask it.

“I told you about my ex.  ‘The Cheating Bastard’, formerly known as Terry.  Well, I knew he was a flirt and a bit of a player, but I don’t know.  Maybe I just found that exciting.”  She sighed.  “I was an idiot.  I heard some pretty strong rumors that he was two-timing.  I thought we had been pretty clear that we were being exclusive.  In fact, I decided to break up with him….  We were both drunk and arguing.  He was all, like, ‘What can I do to prove I’m not cheating?!?’  I don’t even knew where it came from, but I blurted something like ‘Maybe I should just put a padlock on your cock!’  Well, the fight ended for the night, and I drove home.  Thank god we’re in farm country.  I was so drunk I might have killed someone.  Anyway, I got home, still drunk and royally pissed.  I was sitting looking in facebook.  On impulse, I opened up a Google window and typed ‘I want to lock up his cock’.  Well, that was the beginning of an education.”  She smiled at Jeff, who was watching her raptly.

“Well, still pretty drunk, I ordered up one of those plastic CB things.  I even had it express mailed.  We had argued on a Sunday night.  I kept blowing off his calls and texts for a few days.  The CB arrived on Wednesday.  I finally returned his call, and we got together.  I didn’t know what the hell I was doing.  I said ‘You want to prove you’re faithful?!?  Wear this!’  I tossed the box at him.” She chuckled, then.  “Funny thing was, he actually tried it.  He was all ‘Oh, I’ll be good.  You’re my girl.’  He took it out and tried to figure out how to put it on.”  Kelly paused then.  She started shaking her head.  She looked at Jeff.  “I was such a freakin’ idiot.  Even before he got it on, I was all… well..  we had sex.”  She held her own head, now.  “How could I be so stupid!”

Jeff returned the favor, now, taking her hand back down from her forehead and holding it.  “What happened?”

She sighed.  “Well, he was definitely a cheating bastard.  But you know, in retrospect, I think he just couldn’t help it.  I think he was sincere when he said he didn’t want to cheat.  After we… well, he washed up and put it on.  We didn’t know anything, so I took the keys and left.” 

Jeff laughed.  “Hoo boy!”

“You’re not kidding.  He called me at like 3AM  ‘Oh my god.  It’s tearing my balls off!’.  I didn’t believe him, of course.  Maybe I was a little mad at myself for having sex with him.  I told him to stop being a baby and actually hung up on him.  I finally had to turn off my phone.  He kept calling and texting.  It made me so mad, I didn’t call him back until Friday.”

“Oh jeez.”

“Ya.  I know now what a total asshole I was.  I even feel bad for him, now.  He really kept trying to wear it.  I know he has tools.  He could have cut the lock, but he tried…..” she sighed again.  “We had the fit all wrong, of course.  It really did a number on him.  He was all chaffed behind his balls, and even had a blood blister where he was bulging out of the plastic…. he was practically crying when he begged me to take it off.  I did, of course.  I just…. I didn’t even know what to say.  When realized how torn up his cock and balls were, he just looked at me and said ‘Get out.’”  Kelly was crying a little, now.  “I really….. I really can’t blame him.”

“But you said he was cheating… right?”

“Oh ya!  Saturday, Tina Hathaway comes busting into my shop making a scene.  ‘What did you do to his cock you bitch?!?’”  Kelly stopped, and smiled at the memory.  “I guess I should be grateful.  Until she came in, I didn’t know for sure.  I guess it made me feel a little less guilty.”  She laughed.  “Besides, it was good theater.  It was a regular redneck cat-fight!  It’s funny.  I had a few bad months of business around then.  She shop wasn’t doing so well.   Tina comes in, and… well, it was ugly.  Afterward, I thought that was it.  My shop was done.   But honestly, I think half the busybodies in town made appointments the next week to try to get in on the action.”  Kelly shook her head.  “I haven’t seen Tina since.  I don’t know what happened to her.  I’m sure it was a grave disappointment to all my new customers that there was no more drama.  I kept a few of them, though, and business was up.”  She smiled.

“Redneck cat-fight?  Do tell!!” 

“Well, it wasn’t that epic.  She came in and screamed and yelled a little.  I screamed back.  I think perhaps the words ‘whore’ and ‘bitch’ were exchanged.    Then the idiot pushed me.”

“I think I knew this girl.  Wasn’t she a kind of tall, big girl, like almost 6 feet?”  Kelly nodded.  “What happened?  I mean…. she’s a lot bigger than you!”

Kelly laughed.  “Well, she pushed me.  That was a really dumb idea.”  Jeff looked at her quizzically.  “I may be short, Jeff, but I had two big brothers.  I come by this red hair honestly.  I’m an O’Donnell.  You don’t try to push an Irishman!”

“What did you do?  I mean, she was huge compared to you!”

“I stomped on her foot.  When she bent over, I hit her with a left hook to the ribs, and a right cross right in the nose.”

“Oh my god!” exclaimed Jeff.

Kelly laughed.  “I bloodied her nose.  She had no stomach for a fight.  She started crying and ran for the door.  I made amends though.  I gave her a free, large bottle of exfoliating cream, like you bought.  It hit her in the head as she was opening the door.  She forgot to take it with her, though, in her rush to leave.”

Jeff burst out laughing.  “Holy shit!”

“Let that be a lesson, boyfriend.  Don’t get my Irish up.”  She sat back with a self-satisfied smile and crossed her arms.  “We redheads can be a handful.”

“I see that!” Jeff said, still laughing.  He had a warm feeling inside, from being called Boyfriend.  “Where did you learn to fight like that?”

“Jenny Lawrence’s Cardio-Kickbox class at the ‘Y’.  Tuesdays and Thursdays for almost 3 years now!”

Jeff was still laughing, having a wonderful time as he glanced at his watch.  He jumped up with a start.  “Oh jeez!  I promised I’d have you back to the shop in an hour.  We’d better hustle!”  He started to clear away the lunch dishes.

Kelly sat at the table, and when he turned to her, she looked a little disappointed.  “But what about dessert?” she asked, making puppy-eyes at him.

Jeff paused.  “Umm, I might have something in the fridge…  but won’t you be late getting back?”

Kelly stood.  “Oh, my appointment isn’t until three…. and I was thinking of something much hotter for dessert…“  She began to unbutton her blouse.  “Something ‘adventurous’.  You know… if you’re interested.”  She looked at him with lusty eyes, as she parted her shirt, flashing her lacy bra.

Jeff had his hand on the refrigerator door.  He slammed it shut.  “I love an adventure!” he said with a grin.

They nearly knocked the small kitchen table over, as they lunged for each other.  She was so much smaller than Jeff that she leapt up, wrapping her legs around his torso and her arms around his neck.   Their tongues intertwined as he carried her toward the bedroom.

End Chapter 2.