<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?tag=serving%20cuckoldress">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of the story.  </p><p><img data-media-id="30565336" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>Pete was infatuated. Not only had April tapped into a part of his sexuality he didn’t even know existed, she was smart, funny, and talented. She was exactly the kind of girl he wanted to date.</p><p>Living next to each other sped up the typical relationship timeline. Instead of seeing each other once or twice a week, Pete and April spent time together almost every day. They took turns planning dates, they got delivery and binged TV shows, they even met each other’s friends.</p><p>In the span of three weeks it felt like they’d done three months worth of dating. April’s infatuation seemed to match his, too. She came up with fun dates, texted Pete about how much she missed him while they were both at work, and happily guided him through the beginnings of being a sexual submissive.</p><p>One night, after a particularly hot pussy worship session in April’s bedroom, Pete asked, “Is it okay if I tell people you’re my girlfriend? I know it’s only been a few weeks, but it feels right.”</p><p>April smiled at him. “Well, I’ve been telling people you’re my boyfriend, so I hope you think of me as your girlfriend. I mean, that’s what we’re doing here, right? We’re not just screwing around, are we?” she asked with a hint of concern.</p><p>Pete kissed her. “No, we’re not,” he said. It felt good to think of her as his girlfriend. It felt good to think that she wanted to be his girlfriend. </p><p>Being with April was a whole new world for Pete. He’d had good sex with past girlfriends, but this was something different. He hadn’t even had sex with April, not in the traditional sense at least, and already he was over the moon. He felt more satisfied with her than any of the girls he’d previously been with. What they were doing was better than sex.</p><p>Some days Pete was granted the privilege of worshiping her pussy multiple times. He’d come to crave the opportunity to make her cum. He thought about her constantly. He fantasized about being between her legs and licking her pussy as she held his hair tight and squeezed her thighs.</p><p>In an instant he could conjure an image of her wet pussy in front of him and her smooth, soft thighs flanking his head. His nose would fill with her intoxicating scent. He could feel her hands in his hair. He could feel her hips moving gently as he licked her. </p><p>While April had climaxed every day, Pete’s orgasms had been limited by his mistress. “I know it’s hard, but it’s essential to your training,” she’d told him one evening. She’d clearly seen the obvious agony on his face as he’d once again been denied the chance to cum. </p><p>Most men would reject the very idea of being trained by a dominant woman, but Pete had no such objections. In the past two weeks he was happier and more energized than he’d been in months, if not years. It could be frustrating, but not pulling out his cock and masturbating whenever he wanted to made him more effective at almost every other facet of his life.</p><p>It had been four days since his last orgasm when April introduced something new. She sent Pete a text:</p><blockquote>April: I have a friend coming over tonight. He’s going to fuck me. You’re going to get a taste of what it’s like to be a real cuckold. Are you ready?</blockquote><blockquote>Pete: Yes! I can’t wait. When should I come over?</blockquote><blockquote>April: You won’t be watching. Not this time. You’re going to listen. Come over. I’ll tell you all about it.</blockquote><p>Feeling a little disappointed that he’d again be relegated to listening to muffled sex sounds through his bedroom wall, Pete knocked on April’s door. He perked up when she opened it wearing a soft white satin robe with her nipples poking through the thin material.</p><p>“Wow,” was all he could manage. April smiled at Pete’s obvious enjoyment of her outfit.</p><p>“You’re a little disappointed, aren’t you?” April asked as she led Pete to the couch.</p><p>He didn’t want to be disappointed. He felt bad about it, in fact, but he couldn’t help it. “I’m sorry,” Pete answered. “I know I shouldn’t be.”</p><p>April leaned forward and softly kissed Pete. He melted into her. The mere touch of her perfect lips against his was enough to wash away his momentary frustration. As they broke the kiss she said, “It’s okay to be frustrated. You’re allowed to feel things, Pete. It’s perfectly normal. You haven’t had an orgasm in four days,” she paused to caress the front of his jeans and bring his cock to life, “and I’ve made sure you’re feeling that.”</p><p>Pete hadn’t gone a day without being teased by his girlfriend. He was learning to enjoy being turned on without being granted a release. Her touch felt better with each passing day. After four days of being teased and not having an orgasm he literally tingled every time she caressed his cock, even through his jeans.</p><p>“You’re not going to be listening through the wall, though,” April informed him. Pete’s eyes went wide. She’d piqued his curiosity. A smile crossed her face. “That’s right. Don’t worry baby, I know how to take care of you.” She rubbed his bulge again. “I’m going to call you. You’re going to listen on your phone. You’re going to hear everything.”</p><p>Pete was thrilled. His cock was rock hard in his pants. He was going to listen to his girlfriend get fucked and after four days of being constantly turned on it sounded like the most arousing experience imaginable.</p><p>“When things are about to get naughty with my friend I’ll slip into the bathroom and call you. I’ll mute you so he has no idea you’re listening and then the fun will begin. How does that sound?” April asked as she pressed her satin-clad breasts against her boyfriend’s chest.</p><p>Pete tried to contain what felt like overpowering arousal before answering, “That sounds incredible. When is he coming over?”</p><p>“A few hours from now. Which means I need to finish getting ready, so it’s time for you to go. And remember, no cumming Pete. You can play with your cock if you want, but you will not orgasm until I give you permission. Do you understand?” April said, her voice stern and commanding.</p><p>“Yes Miss April,” Pete answered. Most of the time she was just April, but he’d already learned that when she took on that wonderfully dominant tone that he was expected to address her as she’d instructed him. </p><p>April smiled. “Good boy. Now, I have to get ready to get fucked.” She stood and untied the robe, letting it fall onto the couch, revealing her naked body. Pete wanted so badly to touch her, to kiss her, to lick her, to do anything she’d let him. He knew it was all off limits though. She was someone else’s tonight. Instead, he let out a frustrated groan and headed back to his apartment. April smiled as she watched her deeply frustrated boyfriend leave.</p><p>  </p><p>Pete picked up the phone before the first ring had even finished. “He’s here,” April whispered. “You can make all the noise you want because you’ll be muted. Just remember, no cumming.”</p><p>“Yes Miss April,” Pete answered.</p><p>“Good boy,” she said before pressing the mute button and slipping the phone into the pocket of her satin robe.</p><p>Pete unbuttoned his shorts and pushed them down to his ankles as he sat on the couch. He pulled his already-hardening cock out of the opening in his boxer shorts and stroked as the show began on the other end of the phone line.</p><p>“You look so good,” he heard the mystery date say.</p><p>“You too,” April responded in the same sensual tone Pete had heard so many times over the past few weeks.</p><p>The faint sound of kissing filled his ears as Pete conjured an image of his lingerie-clad girlfriend making out with another man. He imagined the mystery man’s strong hands running over the soft satin of her robe and playing with her tits before moving down to her tight ass to give it a good squeeze.</p><p>The sound of a belt being unbuckled introduced a new vision as he pictured April undressing her lover. “God I love your cock,” she said as Pete listened. He pictured his girlfriend on her knees, her hand wrapped around another man’s cock, one he presumed was bigger than his own.</p><p>The sudden, unmistakable sound of a blowjob sent a surge of pleasure through Pete’s body. He had to stop stroking for fear of cumming and disappointing April. He took a moment to consider just how insane it was that the thing he wanted more than anything else in that moment was to have an orgasm while listening to his girlfriend suck another man’s cock. Perhaps it was even stranger that he refused to let himself cum because she had instructed him not to.</p><p>“Fuck that feels good,” the mystery date said.</p><p>Pete heard an exaggerated popping sound as April made a show of taking her lips off the throbbing dick. “Yeah? You like how I suck your cock?” He could hear her stroking the dick, using her saliva as lubrication.</p><p>“You know I do. Nobody sucks dick better than you,” he answered.</p><p>Once again the sounds of cocksucking filled Pete’s ears. Her mouth and hands were moving up and down the shaft now and she was making it wet and sloppy. He imagined she was putting on a show for him, that April was making it extra noisy because she knew her cuckold boyfriend was listening.</p><p>“C’mon, I need you to fuck me,” April said, the cock once again freed from the warm, wet confines of her mouth.</p><p>Pete heard faint footsteps as they moved to her bedroom. He wasn’t sure where she put the phone, but he could still hear almost everything that went on. When the sounds of wetness began again he assumed April was back to sucking cock, but it quickly became apparent it was the mystery man going down on her.</p><p>“Mmmm. Yes baby. That feels so good,” she said in a soft, sensual tone. The next few minutes were filled mostly with her moans as the mystery man licked April’s pussy. As Pete stroked his cock to the sound of another man going down on his girlfriend, he noticed that he felt jealous for the first time. The sound of her giving a blowjob hadn’t made him jealous, but he couldn’t contain the feeling as he listened to another man pleasure her pussy with his tongue.</p><p>The sound of a drawer opening and a condom wrapper being torn signaled that it wouldn’t be long before another man’s cock was inside Pete’s girlfriend. “Let me put it on,” April said. Another pang of jealousy for Pete.</p><p>“Ride me baby,” the mystery man said and moments later Pete heard them both groan. He imagined the large, latex-wrapped cock filling his girlfriend’s pussy as she slowly sat down on it. He imagined her head rolling back, her eyes closing, and the mystery man’s hands reaching up to play with her tits.</p><p>For the next few minutes it was a symphony of sex sounds playing in Pete’s ear. He heard his girlfriend and her lover moan and groan. He heard the bed’s wooden frame groan and creak under their combined weight and the increased pressure of their fucking. He heard what sounded like April’s ass being smacked. </p><p>What turned him on most was the unmistakable sound of her first orgasm. By that time Pete was so lost in the pleasure of listening to his girlfriend fucking someone else that he forgot his vow not to have an orgasm. The sound of her cumming on another man’s cock was too much. Just a few strokes too many and his semen shot into the air.</p><p>The pleasure of cumming was instantly mixed with the agony of knowing he’d disappointed April. While her heavy, post-orgasm breathing filled his ears he came down from his own climax while fighting a sense of guilt over a mistake he hadn’t meant to make. He wanted to cum, but he wanted to wait until she’d given him permission, which he was sure would have come shortly after her date departed.</p><p>Now there was cum on his boxer shorts and carpet and his girlfriend was still getting fucked. They’d switched to the missionary position and he could hear that the mystery man was delivering a hard pounding. Pete listened as he cleaned up. He put on a new pair of boxer shorts, wiped up the stain and cleaned the carpet, and considered what he would do when April was finished.</p><p>He had 15 minutes to mull it over as the mystery man proved to be blessed with exceptional stamina. By Pete’s count April experienced four orgasms before the sex date was over. While she was busy getting fucked and cumming over and over, he silently debated what to do.</p><p>He could just lie. By the time they got around to Pete’s orgasm he would likely be ready to go again. April would almost certainly make him worship her pussy before letting Pete even touch his cock. His fear of hurting April made him consider that option, but ultimately he couldn’t do it. He just hoped she wouldn’t be so angry as to end the relationship that had brought him such fulfillment since its inception.</p><p>After bidding goodbye to her lover with a kiss April unmuted the phone and invited Pete to her apartment. When she opened the door her cheeks were flushed and she was smiling brightly. She was so happy to see him that he briefly considered lying just so he wouldn’t have to see that smile turn to a frown.</p><p>As appealing as that seemed, Pete couldn’t do it. Before even stepping into her apartment he confessed. “I’m sorry April. I had an orgasm. I didn’t mean to, I swear. It just happened. I got so turned on listening to you cum while you were on top of him that I came before I could stop it. I’m so sorry.”</p><p>Pete wasn’t sure what to expect. He had assumed anger would be her first and possibly only reaction. She had been clear that he wasn’t to orgasm without her permission since the start of their relationship and this was the first time he’d genuinely disappointed her.</p><p>He saw anger on her face, but it wasn’t as severe as he’d feared. Try as he might, Pete couldn’t read the entirety of what April was feeling in that moment. “It’s Miss April,” she said, breaking the brief silence and stepping aside so Pete could enter the apartment.</p><p>“Sit.” April pointed to the couch and followed behind Pete. She wasn’t simmering with rage. She seemed calm, in fact. </p><p>April sat next to Pete and kissed him on the cheek, a warm gesture that put him at ease. Not having any experience in this kind of relationship, he’d feared she might dump him immediately or scream until she was blue in the face. Instead, she wanted to have a genuinely serious discussion about their relationship.</p><p>“Pete,” April began, “I believe you when you say you didn’t mean to cum. It happens. Apology accepted. But I don’t want this to become a regular thing. I can’t have this become a regular thing. And I know it’s hard to believe, but you’re not going to want it to either.”</p><p>April smiled. “You need to understand that there are certain things I expect of you. I know it doesn’t seem fair, but I’m not okay with you cumming whenever you want. I believe that tonight was a mistake, but if you continue to cum without permission I will find a solution to that problem. I will lock your cock in a chastity device.”</p><p>Pete thought she was kidding, but the serious look on her face said otherwise. He wasn’t sure what a chastity device was, but the name was clear enough. The idea of locking up his cock didn’t strike Pete as something he wanted to experience. “I’m sorry about tonight, Miss April. I feel terrible,” he said, and he meant it.</p><p>“I know you do,” April said with a sweet smile as she held Pete’s hand. “Normally I’d have you between my legs by now, but that’s a reward and you don’t deserve it tonight. Instead, I want you to go home. We’ll talk tomorrow.”</p><p>Pete felt miserable sitting at home later that night. She wasn’t nearly as angry as he thought she might be, but her obvious disappointment at his impermissible orgasm left him feeling a heavy sense of sadness. </p><p>Sitting in bed and seeking a way to occupy his mind, Pete Googled male chastity devices. The image search results offered his first taste of what April would lock his cock in were he to continue having problems holding back his orgasms. At first they struck him as painful prisons for a cock, but there was a little tickle in the back of his mind at the idea of his orgasms being restricted like that.</p><p>An adventure into a Tumblr blog created by a chastity couple ignited a sense of desire, and before he knew it Pete was hard and slowly stroking his cock to the idea of being locked up. A video of the girl gently grinding her panty-clad pussy over her boyfriend’s locked cock was intensely arousing. </p><p>April had unlocked something in Pete. She’d shown his submissive side the light and allowed it to come to the forefront. He’d already agreed to orgasm only when given permission and now he was turned on by the idea of her locking his cock in a chastity device and wearing the key around her neck. He stopped stroking before cumming again and enjoyed the simple pleasure of being aroused.</p>