(Continued from Part 1)
Monique regularly attended art exhibitions and the Miro exhibition at the Tate was no exception. While she would be sociable, catching up with old friends and perhaps making a few fairly superficial new acquaintances, she certainly wouldn’t have expected to meet anyone special that evening. Her friend, Alyssa, had been telling her about a new artist she had discovered, bragging about a few works of his that she had purchased. Coincidentally, it turned out that he was there at the exhibition and, never being one to miss an opportunity to be the centre of attention, she insisted upon introducing Monique to her “find”.
Monique was instantly drawn to Jason’s warmth, quiet confidence and his witty, self-deprecating sense of humour. Despite only having just met him, she felt immediately comfortable talking to him and it was clear that the interest was reciprocal. Alyssa soon realised that she was no longer the epicentre of the interaction and excused herself leaving the two of them to talk. For the first time in what seemed like ages, Monique engaged in flirtatious banter, making fun of his awkwardness and basking in his obvious attraction to her. At the end of the evening he had asked if he could see her again. Despite the misgivings of the voice in her head, she accepted leaving him grinning like a smitten schoolboy. Surely there could be no harm in seeing him again, after all he was younger than her and what were the chances of it growing into anything? It seemed counterintuitive to pass up an opportunity to have such fun again and the voice of caution was subsequently ignored.
An enjoyable first date turned into a second and then a third. They enjoyed spending time together and despite the obvious chemistry between them, at no point did Jason attempt to push things. Their relationship seemed to evolve organically without rigid expectations. Neither was there any pressure from a physical perspective and Jason clearly understood and respected her circumstances. After a date which culminated in a passionate kiss outside her house, the previously subdued voice of caution echoed its warning, “You know where this is going, do you want to go there again?”. She realised that she couldn’t ignore the voice this time and after all, leading Jason on was hardly fair either. She didn’t feel like she had the right to hurt him just because she had been hurt herself. She realised that she would have to do the right thing and end it with him.
The next day she spent some time meditating, calming her mind in an attempt to centre herself and work up the resolve required to do the necessary. After her meditation session a thought dropped into her mind. What if she could pursue the type of relationship she had been fantasising about with Jason? If she controlled the relationship, particularly in a physical sense, surely there would be no risk to her and they would be free to pursue the avenue they had started on? But then would he be open to it? Surely the odds of him sharing her interests were minimal? Then on the other hand, their relationship had come so easily and as was her experience in life, things worth having rarely fall from the sky. Perhaps this was the challenge that stood in the way of her desires being fulfilled? After all, the alternative was to end things anyway so what did she have to lose?
Monique had planned broaching the subject very carefully. She explained that while she would never want him to be anything other than his own person, she would control certain aspects of their relationship, specifically those of a physical nature. Jason was at first intrigued if not a bit apprehensive but his overwhelming desire to be with her and to please her won over any initial misgivings. Furthermore, while he had had many romantic dalliances, Monique’s allure was unparalleled and he was certainly willing to give it a try. After all, much of the way in which they interacted up until this point seemed to be in keeping with where she wanted things to end up.
The intimate aspects of their relationship progressed in a slow, measured manner. They spent much time cuddling and kissing, during which his interest in her was demonstrated in a rather tangible manner by an almost constant bulge in his trousers. She had him serve her in very basic ways, giving her foot massages, kissing her neck and back. Despite his frustration, he relished bringing her pleasure and soon found that he couldn’t get enough of it. Over time she started teasing him more actively and while she did not have penetrative intercourse with him, they saw to each other’s needs in a variety of other ways.
Monique loved the urgency of Jason’s desire and found, as was portrayed in her stories, that there was a direct correlation between her pleasure and the denial of his. She started teasing and denying him more frequently which only increased his subservience and the intensity of the release when it was granted. Jason had been fortunate to enjoy an active and inventive sex life prior to meeting Monique but nothing matched the sheer feelings of bliss he experienced when with her, even when denied the very objective his body was designed to pursue. He was only permitted to touch himself or achieve orgasm with her permission. Prior to meeting her he had enjoyed at least one orgasm a day, whenever he felt the urge within his loins. However, Monique gradually reduced this from every other day to once every few days.
Jason experienced a rampant and consistent conflict between his natural, virile urges and his desire to obey. Sometimes his urges got the better of him leading to mishaps. The extensive teasing he was subjected to in-between releases only exacerbated the problem. Monique knew that he hated disappointing her and she appreciated how difficult her regime was for him. She pondered ways to assist him and came across a very practical solution – a chastity cage. A prolonged period of denial intensified by excruciating and nearly constant teasing lead to a perhaps unwise declaration that he would do “anything” for her if she would grant him release. She held him to his commitment and after relieving his suffering she secured a plastic chastity cage around what was to become her restricted access property.
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After reaching the bottom of the stairs, Jason found himself in a room which was akin to that of a Doctor’s waiting room. The atmosphere was comfortable if not a bit clinical. A plain looking receptionist greeted him and kindly requested that he take a seat until called for his appointment. Jason positioned himself in an easy chair and browsed through a selection of magazines, settling on the previous week’s edition of the Economist. As he flipped through the pages his excitement increased and he noticed his heart starting to pound more rapidly. He tried to read a few articles on topics ranging from new book releases through to the proliferation of genetically modified crops in Sub Saharan Africa. He was unable to focus on anything and it felt like time itself had slowed to a standstill. His vain attempts to pass the time were finally interrupted by an attractive, if not slightly homely, woman in a matron’s uniform entering the room. “Jason?” she asked in a professional but friendly manner, “Please follow after me”.
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Story continues in Part 3.
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