TITLE    : Election Night Denial
STORYID  : election-night-denial
SUMMARY  : A reluctant husband is pressured to vote for male chastity.
AUTHOR   : TiltingatWindmills@lit
DATE     : 2022-07-14
CATEGORY : fetish-stories
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |femdom|denial|tease and denial|chastity|humiliation|cum eating|


<strong>Note from the author</strong>

<i>This story contains themes of female domination, humiliation, and male chastity. If that doesn't interest you I'd recommend another story. I'd also like to credit the works of White_Raven47 which inspired this piece.</i>

Though the ballots for Wednesday's election will offer two candidates, in reality the vote has come down to a referendum: Does the nation support forced male chastity?

It's worth revisiting the timeline that brought us here. Following a string of assaults on campuses in Salt Lake City, the conservative state of Utah seized on an unlikely coalition of religious conservatives and forward-thinking feminists to impose the nation's first mandatory male chastity law.

Initially all men of reproductive age were required to wear a locked device that prevented erections when in public. Later the law was extended to include any time when a supervising female of legal age, colloquially known as a keyholder, was not present. The state immediately experienced a plunge in sexual assaults and teen pregnancies, but unintended effects soon followed.

The stagnant birth rate recovered as married men who previously found satisfaction in pornography turned increasingly to their female partners for relief. Economic productivity and entrepreneurial innovation also increased as single men focused their efforts on their work life. In short, the policy was an overwhelming success.

When feminist Presidential candidate Sofia Perez included a locking policy on her platform, pundits claimed that it was only there to appease her base, and that the law would never see the senate floor let alone leave committee. But the bill narrowly passed the senate, and was upheld by the courts, shocking the nation.

The government was quick to establish the Department of Chastity to oversee the implementation of the new mandate. As soon as enforcement began, women across the nation praised the effects of the new laws, with many noting that they no longer feared walking alone at night. Some men also expressed a qualified endorsement, acknowledging that the new lifestyle allowed them to focus their energy on other pursuits.

Technologists have been quick to note that two key developments have enabled the success of the locking laws. First, an advanced polymer with a breathable design has not only allowed for sanitary long term security of the male genitalia, but also integrates with smart technology, communicating the user's status to his keyholder and nearby law enforcement.

Second, the widespread use of "memspecs", video recording devices which upload footage to the cloud directly from a small implant in the user's retina, has given keyholders unparalleled levels of accountability for their charges. When the laws were first established in Utah, men complained of the discomfort associated with chastity, while keyholders found many of their men achieving orgasms through the use of vibrators or other means. New technology has rendered these complaints obsolete.

Of course, many still oppose the law. Presidential candidate Mike Talbot, who is currently well ahead in the polls, has vowed to repeal the legislation on his first day in office. Without a shift in the electorate, the locking laws may be nothing more than a four year experiment.

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Cameron swiped the news story off his phone screen just as he exited the commuter train. Putting in his headphones he queued up a podcast for the short walk to the polling station. When he arrived he found a line still exiting the building, and fell in behind a young man in a suit who looked to also be fresh from his shift at an office.

The tension among the waiting voters was palpable. Cameron surreptitiously looked over some of the women in line. Several wore keys on bracelets or necklaces. According to the polls, Sofia Perez, the pro-locking candidate, maintained an unprecedented lead among female voters. Cameron found it strange to think that so many of the women in line with him would not only know that he was presently caged, but were voting to make that reality permanent.

As Cameron entertained these thoughts, the young man in front of him was joined by a rather attractive woman in a short summer dress. She glanced at Cameron who nodded to acknowledge that he didn't mind her jumping the line.

The woman cozied up to her partner and began whispering in his ear. At first Cameron couldn't hear what they were saying, but when they made their way inside the silence of the building he turned off his podcast and caught snippets of their conversation.

"I'm not telling you what to do, I just think you should be an informed voter." The woman said to the man.

"Look babe, I understand the issues, I just think this is my private choice to make."

"I agree, but what happens to your cock is my private choice."

Up until this point Cameron had studiously avoided checking out the woman in front of him. His balls were already aching and he didn't need more stimulation. But at the suggestion of sex he allowed his eyes to roam quickly over her body, slowing over the outline of her underwear just barely visible through the tight cotton dress.

He didn't want to linger too long - he shared a memspecs account with his wife, a common arrangement for married couples these days. This meant she had access to all of his recorded visual data. It wasn't like she poured through his footage every day, but he tried to be discreet just in case.

"Babe, it's been three weeks already." Here the man spoke in an urgent whisper that brought Cameron back to the moment. "You promised me when I gave you the key that it would never go this long."

"Well I had that trip with the girls and then my period came. So you ran into some bad luck. Just don't make more bad luck for yourself with this vote. Anyway, who you pick won't actually decide the election. There are millions of people voting, the chances of your ballot mattering are like winning a lottery. And probably this Talbot guy is going to win and you'll get your freedom back in a couple months. I just want to know that you support me. That you support women."

Cameron grimaced - it was not the first time he had heard this argument. Just yesterday his wife had told him nearly the same thing.

"I do support you baby," the man insisted. "I'm not one of those sexist freedom guys, you know that."

"I think I'd just feel more secure if I knew you voted for Perez."

The couple in front were the next in line and it was clear their argument was about to be cut off prematurely.

Taking advantage of her remaining moments, the woman leaned in. "Listen hun, I know you'll do the right thing. But if you don't, you're gonna spend another three weeks in that cage while I wander around the house in my underwear."

Cameron saw her make a sly wink and felt his legs grow weak while he imagined this woman in her bra and panties while her partner looked on helplessly.

Cameron's turn came soon and he found himself staring down at the ballot. Perez or Talbot. A vote for chastity or a vote for his own freedom.

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Mariko sat at home, scrolling through her phone as she waited for her husband. As was often the case, she was on Keyholder. Previously a product information site started by a male chastity company, Keyholder had sprawled into a women-only social media phenomenon. Access to the website required a continuous retinal scan associated with a female keyholder's profile. Short of peeking over a woman's shoulder, men were completely unable to view the site.

Only a small portion of the content related to chastity on any given day: most of the posts were vacation photos, funny cat videos and so forth. But the exclusive nature gave it wide appeal.

Though today's content was dominated by the upcoming election, Mariko was revisiting a classic tag that had never quite gone stale: "Managing your man".

<i>Queen_of_Kings: I lost interest in having sex with my husband probably fifteen years ago. My libido was always weak and a few years of marriage killed what was left. When the locking laws came into force I was irritated - now I had to coddle him when he used to be perfectly independent. So I established a rule that whenever the cage comes off, he needs to orgasm, and he needs to eat it. Done and dusted.</i>

It's so funny watching him get progressively more agitated as the week goes on until he can't handle it anymore and sheepishly asks me for the key. I give it to him and watch him spill his seed however he chooses, just so long as it doesn't get on me, and then he cleans it all up.

The weird thing is after a while this routine started turning me on. At first I would wait until he slunk away and then touch myself quietly. But then I realized there was nobody to shame me. He was the one who would rather humiliate himself every week rather than stop playing with his favorite toy. So unless I'm in a hurry I'll lie in bed with my vibrator as he strokes himself and try to time my orgasm for right after he finishes. I like the idea of him listening to my moans while he's still on his knees licking cum off the floor.

Dentata_42: I have a husband, three boys and a daughter. Like some other busy women, I was wary of the locking laws adding to my household duties. My husband and I have great sex, but it was still a hassle managing his grooming and making sure he was always safely locked up before leaving for work. The last thing our bank account needed was a hefty fine for chastity non-compliance! But then I had three boys to worry about as well and who knew what they would get up to. So when our daughter, the youngest, turned 18, we immediately enrolled her in the Keyholder course and got her licensed for multiple users.

Having her take over the supervision of her brothers' cages was a godsend. Sibling squabbles disappeared overnight. You wouldn't believe how well those boys treat their younger sister now. At first I worried about her becoming an entitled brat. Sure she asks for massages or favors for her and her friends, but she's also keeps track of her brothers' chores and oversees their browser histories.

Once, when I went on a work trip, I even let her supervise her father. Sometimes I still rewatch the footage of me handing her the key while he looks down in horror. I instructed her that he was to receive a maximum of one orgasm while I was away. Two weeks in she sent me a message letting me know that she would unlock him shortly and so I opened his memspec account to watch the live footage from his point of view.

The video showed one of her friends seated on the family couch, fully clothed and giving him instructions on how to touch himself. Faster, tighter, stop, wait, and so forth. Every so often she'd lick her lips or adjust the hemline of her skirt a little higher just to egg him on. Then she'd chide him like a child for not maintaining eye contact. Nothing outlandish and all very tasteful.

After 45 minutes of watching this talented young woman torment my husband, she finally let him off the leash for too long. He begged her to kneel and she agreed thinking he was being subservient, though he later confessed to me that he did it intentionally to get a better view up her skirt.

As soon as he caught a glimpse of her white panties it became too much for him to handle and he sprayed his load over her innocent feet and calves while she and my daughter shrieked and giggled and swore that he'd be in so much trouble when I got home. And of course he was. But it was a lesson for the two of them and I felt good knowing that we were preparing the next generation for a new kind of feminism.

Mariko didn't always approve of these posts. Some were too kinky. Others too callous towards their men. But they often gave her ideas that eventually found a use. As Mariko scrolled she was surprised to find her own post, which she had written over a year ago, now being recirculated.

<i>Mary_Co: I think it's important to remember that while we go through the troubles of chastity for womankind, we also do it for our men. Our men want to be horny. Being horny feels good. But they don't have the self-control to keep themselves in that state. If I left my husband alone with his key for one hour he'd probably masturbate himself raw. In his rational mind he knows sex is better when he can't have it all the time, but I'm the only one strong enough to actually make that decision for him.</i>

Our men also want to feel attracted to their partner. But humans are designed to seek out new stimulation, and so unless we reign in those urges men will try and find satisfaction elsewhere (which doesn't mean cheating, it could just be looking at VR pornography). Sometimes my husband and I have sex three nights in a row. Then I might lock him up and not let him even see my body for two weeks. Chastity can be used as a tool to keep his eyes on you because he knows that you alone are the source of all his sexual satisfaction.

So a responsible keyholder knows that she benefits from male chastity. No cheating, a safer society, a man that worships her very body... but it also takes some work. Thinking of new ways to tease and deny them. Lovingly criticizing them even if you think they're doing the best job possible so that they don't fall into a rut. Making them do things in the bedroom that are a little demeaning so they appreciate it all the more when you let them have their way.

Ladies, it's a new era and we may be on top for now, but I think the key to keeping us there is making sure that in their heart of hearts, men know it's better this way.

As she scrolled further she heard the front door open and set down her phone to greet her husband with a kiss.

"I brought home everything you asked for," Cameron said, his hands full of grocery bags.

"Shh shh. This is your big day honey. No boring domestic talk. I'll put these away and you can go straight to the shower and then the bedroom. I'm very excited for you!"

Cameron thanked the gods that he was with this woman and hurried up the stairs. He had already showered that morning, so he rinsed off quickly, slowing down just enough for the soap and water to pass through the semi-porous cage. But by the time he had his towel in hand he could feel the strain of his shaft swelling inside its polymer prison.

He went into the bedroom, finding it unoccupied. There were ropes on all four posters of the bed and he knew he was required to tie himself down. He lied there waiting, wearing nothing but his cage, his ribs rising and falling with each nervous breath. When Mariko entered she found him spread eagle on the bed, fully restrained but for his right wrist which he could not do alone.

She was wearing a pink nightie and she noted Cameron eying her nipples through the semi-sheer fabric. As she tightened the final binding she saw his cage shift in anticipation.

"So first thing is first, we'll get you out of that cage and then we can check if you were obedient today." Her smile was somehow both devilish and loving.

Cameron savored her gentle touch as she cupped his balls to hold the cage steady, and then unlocked it with a click. As soon as the cage came off his penis began filling with blood, rising into the air in a stop and start fashion. Mariko allowed her hand to rest gently on his balls, but nothing more.

"Melody" she called out to the household AI, "Bring up Cameron's memspec footage at the polling station."

Two screens emanated from what had looked to be ordinary paint on the walls. One was opposite the bed, and one directly overhead on the ceiling. Cameron watched as the footage taken earlier from his own eyes began playing.

Cameron winced when he realized the AI had decided that footage from the voting booth should commence exactly when Cameron walked in the building. He saw the center of the video shift blatantly as he checked out the woman in front of him in line. He drew a deep breath and avoided looking Mariko in the eyes.

It was worse than he had remembered. The video focus shifted down to her ass, then back up at her chest, and then down to her ass again before moving quickly to a poster on to the wall as if that disguised what was going on.

Mariko smiled to herself. These things used to make her jealous, but now that she had complete control over Cameron's sex, there was really no need for concern. Still, she had so few remaining things to punish him for that she needed to keep him on his toes with misdemeanors like this one.

It occurred to her that maybe she could have Melody compile a half hour clip of the most egregious times that Cameron checked out women, and edge him to the brink of orgasm as they rewatched the clips together. It would cause delightful guilt and anguish before she applied a bag of ice and caged him for the week.

That was for another time though. She let the footage play patiently until Cameron made his way to the voting booth. There were only two names on the card: Sofia Perez and Michael Talbot.

For a second Mariko thought the video had stalled or glitched, the image remained so frozen. Then it became clear what was happening -- Cameron couldn't make up his mind.

Part of her wanted to lock him up right then and there just for hesitating. But after a moment his pencil moved and placed an X next to Sofia Perez. She could see sweat on his palms in the video. Then he folded up the ballot and walked to drop it off.

"Melody, pause the video," Mariko instructed. She turned her attention back to Cameron. "Good boy. I knew you'd do the right thing." She realized she had been holding his testicles a little too tightly and he exhaled as she released her grip.

"Tell me baby, what do you actually want to happen in the election tonight?" She stroked his cock ever so slightly as she spoke.

Cameron was never very good at lying. "I... I guess part of me hopes that Talbot wins. I'm happy with how things are but I'm worried that Perez will make too many changes too quickly." Shades of the truth. So maybe a gray lie at worst. One that he had heard other men make to their spouses.

"But if the locking laws end, you'll be okay with us continuing this lifestyle, right?" She stopped stroking him to casually nudge the thin straps of her nightie so they fell off her shoulders. The nightie drooped ever so slightly, her pert breasts just a little shake away from being exposed. His eyes willed the gown to fall further but it did not.

Cameron knew how this worked. Obey and the good feelings continue. Disobey and the cage goes back on. His most recent orgasm was five weeks ago. Nothing had touched his cock since early last week when Mariko had decided that his balls were too swollen for constant edging and so had stopped altogether. Yesterday she had taken off the cage only to blow air lightly on his erect penis and then lock him back up.

He needed this.

"Of course we can continue and see if you still enjoy it. You know I trust your judgment." Cameron managed to get the words out through ragged breaths.

"Good." She resumed her slow, feather-light stroking. "You agreed that this has been a blessing for our marriage. You've gotten into such good shape. We're sharing household duties. All our arguments have stopped. I wouldn't want to go back."

"No, of course not."

"Great. Well, no matter what happens tonight, I want to make this special for you. We'll take things real slow so you can enjoy it. You don't mind if I check in on the election though do you? East coast results will already be rolling in."

He nodded, only hoping that she would keep her hand on him as she watched.

"Melody, bring up election night coverage."

The video on the ceiling switched from a freeze frame of Cameron's memspecs to a national news station.

"Oh my god, there's a lot of pink on that map." Mariko exclaimed suddenly.
<hr pg="2" />The result was so stunning that Cameron briefly forgot about his urgent needs and stared at the display. A female news anchor spoke,

"The pink wave that we're seeing here on the east coast is completely unexpected. Texas still isn't reporting but with Florida already claimed by Sofia Perez it's hard to imagine how Talbot can pull off a win tonight."

Cameron felt a knot tighten in his stomach. What sort of matriarchal world were they headed for?

"The polling error we are seeing is just unprecedented. Our analysts are attributing this to the shy male voter. Men who claimed they were voting Talbot haven't followed through in the voting booth and that change of heart has given the feminist Sofia Perez an early advantage."

The video shifted from the anchor to a female correspondent in the field. "I'm here in Austin Texas, and you can see Perez supporters in the streets cheering. They just announced a new batch of results and they're skewing heavily pink."

A bead of sweat ran down Cameron's forehead. He had never actually been scared to be in this country before, but he realized that people like him were no longer in control. Not even close. But the fear was mixed with a sickening arousal, and he remained perfectly stiff beneath his wife's neglectful hand.

Mariko on the other hand was simply beaming. He rarely saw her so gleeful. Every so often she would squeal and clap as a new result came in. This went on for some time as Cameron became more disconsolate.

Finally, the anchor announced, "I've heard from our decision desk that they've seen enough. With the results from Michigan, we are forecasting a Perez victory, and probably a landslide at that."

Mariko cheered again and leaned down to kiss Cameron full on the lips. Then she grabbed her phone off the nightstand and sent a few excited messages to friends.

At long last his erection had withered and in between messages Mariko remarked wryly, "Well I'm glad you support me baby, but I can't really blame this little guy for not liking the results" and she tapped the head of his limp penis playfully.

After a few minutes, the news anchor cut to Sofia Perez herself, who was preparing to address the nation.

Perez was behind the podium, hugging members of her mostly female campaign team. Known for being provocative, Perez was wearing a scandalously tight pink dress with a deep neckline. The youngest President ever elected, she looked more like a femme fatal than a politician.

A large, antique key dangled from a gold necklace between her impressive cleavage. One could be forgiven for assuming that the key was ornamental, but her boyfriend stood behind her on the stage, and through his outrageously tight suit pants one could make out an obscenely sized padlock and the outline of a full chastity belt that suggested the almost medieval key was as practical as it was symbolic.

As she walked towards the podium she noticed that a strap on her stilettos had come loose. The moment felt staged to Cameron, but all the same the audience applauded as she pointed at her feet and her boyfriend knelt to fix her heels for her. Planned or not, the image of this woman, now the most powerful person on earth, commanding her locked up man to kneel before her was captivating.

As her boyfriend finished his work and stood to move out of the spotlight, she put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back down. Obsequiously he continued kneeling next to her, and she patted him on the head. The absurd display of dominance activated something in Cameron's brain and he felt a tingle in his crotch again.

Mariko noticed.

"I'm glad this is turning you on too baby. Even if you're just getting hard watching Perez boss around her boy toy."

She paused to savor the victory.

"Do you realize this means that you're never going to touch your own cock again for the rest of your life without my permission? Fuck it makes me so wet."

And Mariko lied down next to Cameron so that she could look up at the screen and masturbate while she watched. She shimmied out of her silk panties and then hung them over Cameron's boner like it was a coat rack, and since he was tied up, he made no effort to remove them.

She smiled mischievously at his predicament and then her mouth formed a capital O as her fingers sank into her waiting pussy. Cameron listened with desperation as the slick sound of Mariko penetrating herself competed for his attention with the words of President Perez.

"Thank you ladies! Thank you! Tonight is a historic night. We have done something together that no one thought we could do. A woman has been re-elected President!"

Cheers surged from the crowd.

Perez continued her speech, "And we're not finished doing great things. In fact, we've barely started. Next year, to honor our partnership with congregations around the nation, we are going to ban unsupervised male pornography. Then we are going to extend our locking laws to all visiting tourists so women can rest easy knowing that every man they meet on the streets is safely contained. And we are going to change voting laws so that keyholders have the influence they deserve, like the right to accompany their charges into the voting booth to provide timely advice."

Mariko knew that Perez was understating her plans. This would be the last election that Cameron ever voted in. And if men could not vote, the locking laws would be permanent. She looked over at his bound, vulnerable form with pity. She knew this was for the best, but wouldn't have the heart to tell him what it all meant just yet. She was grateful though that she would be there to hold his hand through this new era. Somehow these feelings of tenderness and affection mingled with her arousal and she moaned involuntarily.

Perez's voice interrupted her.

"Moving forward, our scientists are developing new technologies: It won't be long before keyholders can use an app to track their man's every attempted erection."

"It may sound like everything is getting better, but I will tell you one thing that will never improve under my watch. The government agencies that provide a safe outlet for men without a keyholder will always be a last resort. Wives will never have to worry that their husband can book a quick visit to the clinic and get his rocks off whenever he feels like it. The wait times will be long, the visits will be short, and the staff will be professional nurses who always say "no" to a man that does not understand his place."

"Now some members of the media are in shock tonight. But if you haven't figured out how we did this yet, then you haven't been paying attention! This is thanks to your hard work." And she pointed at her supporters in the audience.

"This is thanks to every mother who sat her college aged son down and explained to him how he would benefit under a pink government." She paused till the cheers and clapping died down. "This is thanks to every wife who dragged a reluctant husband to the polling booth and every girlfriend who spent weeks preparing their partner so that when election day came they understood, deep in their very loins, that voting pink was in their best interest." Here the audience laughed and clapped.

Next to Cameron, Mariko's breath was becoming labored. Her conflicted feelings about her loyalty to her husband versus her loyalty to womankind were drowned in the rush of contributing to this feminist coup. Like millions of other women, she had done her part by manipulating her husband to hand over his own freedom. And he had chosen that night's satisfaction over a lifetime of independence.

As she touched herself with her left hand she allowed her right to roam over Cameron's body. She caressed his stomach and then his inner thigh and finally slipped her hand beneath his balls and brushed his skin with the lightest contact. But she would not even graze the one place where he needed her so badly.

"Please, please touch me" he pleaded with her as he watched Perez claiming her victory.

"Oh? Do you want me to masturbate you while you fantasize about the woman who took away your erections?" Her hand moved tantalizingly close to him.

"Yes, please." He admitted ashamedly.

"Are you sure you're ready? You've waited a long time to just go back in your cage again. Ah, but you want to finish while she's still on screen don't you? You want to ogle her as I help you pump out all the warm goo you've been saving up?"

"Yes, please, I'm sorry. I want it."

"Hmm, well you're going to have to wait a bit longer I'm afraid," and she removed her hand from the edges of his groin and used it to reinsert a finger inside herself.

As this was happening Perez continued above them. "Tonight, some of you will decide that your man deserves a little relief after making the right choice. And that's fine. A lot of men in this nation are going to sleep deep tonight. But if your man gave you grief this election season, even if he voted the right way in the end, then you may decide that he needs a few uncomfortable nights rolling around wishing he had behaved better. Because until he learns to put your pussy on a pedestal his training is not finished."

At this, Mariko's animal side took over and she acted quickly.

"Fuck baby, this is so hot, I want you to make me cum while she's talking." Without waiting for a response, Mariko repositioned herself so that she straddled Cameron's face.

Cameron was thirsty for the taste of his wife. Her shaved pussy was already dripping, and he knew from the sounds she had been making that he didn't need to ease her into it. As she descended on him he buried his tongue in her wetness, and knowing that no part of him would go deeper into her tonight, he contented himself with moving upwards to pleasure her clit with his mouth.

Cameron stared at Mariko while he did his best to bring her to climax. Her face was exultant as she watched the President speaking. Her nightgown had fallen around her hips, partially obscuring Cameron's view of her breasts which Mariko herself was violently squeezing. He wanted so badly to slide his hands over her smooth thighs and onto her ass. To feel her warm flesh above him, but his arms would not budge.

Perez continued, "Our history has shown that men cannot be trusted with their own bodies. And our four-year experiment with the locking laws has proven that our nation is stronger when male orgasms are regulated by responsible women."

Mariko was getting closer. She leaned back with one hand and fumbled for a hold on Cameron's cock. He twitched in response, so desperate for her touch. But in her own ecstasy she quickly gave up and placed her hand on the bed between his legs instead, while his hips thrust ineffectually into the air. Meanwhile her thighs clenched the side of his face as an orgasm rose within her.

In a daze, Cameron listened to Perez's triumphant voice. "And I can tell you that, as women, we will never give back the rights we have won. The right to walk the streets safely. The right to equal division of labor in the household. The right to torment your husband, your boyfriend, your son, your brother. The right to keep his manhood in a little cage, to make it your plaything, always available to you but never to him. The right to tell him, 'Get on your knees and beg me for your next orgasm.'"

Mariko began shaking uncontrollably and her screams drowned out the presidential speech. "Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck, fuck fuck!"

As Mariko climaxed she curled her body forward and Cameron continued licking her until her shaking subsided. He felt her juices running down the side of his face and neck and swallowed what gathered in his mouth.

Then she leaned back, remembering her promise that this evening was going to be all about him. She reached for his hard cock, and stroked it once, before the words of the President came back to her.

Cameron looked up at her eyes from between her legs. In the heat of this historic moment, he knew that he would not be allowed to cum.

She took a moment to catch her breath. Then she spoke. "Cameron, tonight I have claimed permanent control of your penis. I know I promised you release, but now I truly have the right to take it away. So I'm going to start stroking your cock, and you're going to beg me to stop and lock you back up in your little cage because you know that deep down you are nothing but a man who deserves to be denied."

Mariko moved off his chest and knelt beside him so that she could be methodical about what came next.

She took the thick white cream that had accumulated on the lower entrance of her pussy and smeared it on his cock while it jerked and flailed about powerlessly. His balls throbbed with each beat of his heart and his limbs pulled pointlessly against their bindings. As soon as her hand began pumping his shaft he knew he could not last.

"Oh fuck, fuck. Please, please stop stroking my cock, I can't take it anymore."

"Louder Cameron. I thought you would know how to beg by now." Her strokes were slow, but tight, squeezing the cum out of his cock like paint from a tube.

"Please, please stop touching my aching cock. I'm so close. I don't want to be bad and make a mess. I don't want to jizz all over myself. Lock me in my cage so I can be a good boy."

"Very good." Mariko stopped stroking, but held his cock firmly. As he tried to stave off his orgasm his eyes turned to the screen above him. Sofia Perez had her hands raised in victory and his focus settled on her breasts and the key in between them.

Mariko followed his gaze. "Before I lock you up for the month..." she let the word 'month' linger in the air like a sword over the bed, "I want you to thank President Perez for giving me control of your precious orgasms."

Cameron shuddered. Even though Mariko's hand was not moving, he didn't think he could hold back the tension building in his balls much longer, and the thought of groveling almost pushed him over the edge. Reluctantly he looked directly at the image of the President and spoke through ragged breaths, "Thank you President Perez for locking up my cock and taking away my orgasms."

Mariko smiled and removed her hand, but it was too late.

"Oh God, no, not like this, no, ahhh..." Cameron moaned, unable to stop his body from what came next.

His cock bobbed in the air, up and down, and after a long delay, a slow stream of semen poured out of him as he squirmed under the futility of a ruined orgasm.

Mariko laughed at his aggravation and then scolded him. "You naughty, naughty boy. You know I punish boys who are disobedient. And I don't think you'll like what I'm going to do."

Cameron was aghast. He had enjoyed none of the benefits of an orgasm, but would now take all of the consequences.

Mariko ran her index finger through the white pool collecting on his stomach, even as more flowed out from his frantic, despairing cock.

She inspected the thin glaze that now coated her finger. In the last few years she had forgotten what semen tasted like. She daintily touched the tip of her finger to her tongue and the sea salt flavor came back to her.

Cameron sat up as high as he could to watch her do this and then collapsed and writhed against the ropes in what Mariko knew to be exquisite sexual frustration.

Now quite certain that she did not miss swallowing Cameron's orgasms, she tauntingly scooped more cum off his belly and rubbed it on both breasts. When her smooth, dark nipples gleamed with a wet sheen, she lowered them to Cameron's waiting mouth which opened to take them without complaint. As his lips suckled quietly, his cock drooled and twitched for the attention that it would not receive, flopping helplessly about in a puddle of its own making.

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The next day a thread titled "Election Night Denial" topped the front page of Keyholder. While Mariko relaxed on her lunch break she searched for her own post to see how it had fared since she published it that morning.

<i>Sandy_sandals28: The night of the election my husband came home from a late shift around midnight. I had told him the week before that if he voted pink then I'd let him eat me out when he got home and as long as I finished he could have a blow job. Of course, when I heard Perez's speech I decided to add a twist. So I gave myself two orgasms with a vibrator while he watched naked from across the room. He didn't quit though. He was down there for an hour licking me every way he knew how and he stayed hard as the granite countertop he spent all weekend installing, but I just scrolled through my phone and enjoyed the aftercare. Don't worry, he gets to try again tonight.</i>

Carefree_in_Carolina: My boyfriend and I are both in 3rd year of college and live a few hours from our hometown. Until recently his mom was his keyholder and she would let him out so that we could sleep together whenever we visited over the holidays or on weekends. But this summer she pulled me aside and said that if I'm still dating him in six months then she'll transfer his key to me.

Well, half a year came and went a few days before the election so she put the key in the mail. I told my boyfriend that if he voted for Perez I'd unlock him as soon as it arrived. As it happens, the delivery drone dropped off the package right after the election speech, but I knew that in this new world I needed to show a little discipline. So I told him the package was just some makeup and there must be a delay. He looked so heartbroken it was adorable. Then I got him to attach a strap-on designed to fit to his cage and he fucked me senseless for two hours.

As much as I love to feel him finish inside me, I just want to have sex a few more times where he's still horny at the end rather than sleepy and disengaged. Two more weeks should be enough.

Third from the top she found her own post. Shared by 200,000 users and counting. She had hundreds of responses and a new direct message to read over later (DMs were pretty rare on this particular app).

She suddenly felt a wave of guilt for divulging the night's events, albeit anonymously, and for her cruelty in how she had described them. As a punishment, it was perhaps a step too far. She began rereading what she had written.

<i>Mary_Co: Like many of you I promised my husband the night of his life if he voted pink. And like many of you I had second thoughts when I realized how secure we were in our victory. There wasn't some other president coming to free my husband with an executive order. He was trapped. Then I saw Perez make her boyfriend kneel on the stage... my panties were instantly flooded and I knew there was no way my husband was cumming that night.</i>

I climbed on his face and he happily ate me out without being asked. After an earth-shattering climax I teased his cock (it was so purple I thought it might explode) and told him to beg me to stuff him back in his cage. The thing is, he had no incentive to do that. He should have been begging me for an orgasm instead. But a few years of chastity have turned my macho husband into putty in my hands.

I'm going to make him rewatch the memspecs footage with me tonight. In the video from my perspective the bottom of his face is still covered in my juices, and he looks so forlorn as he begs me to stop touching him so he can be a good boy and not make a mess (I always make him talk like that when I let him out of the cage).

But I decided to push him further. I told him to thank President Perez for taking away his orgasms. He looked up at her on the screen with these puppy dog eyes and said it like he actually meant it. I let go of his cock, but he was too turned on by being forced to thank the woman who placed him in permanent chastity that he ended up having a hands-free orgasm tied to the bed. I guess we both got our happy ending on election night.

P.S. @President_Perez I know you sometimes check these forums. If you ever want to brighten your day with some footage of my husband thanking you for putting his dick in a cage and then cumming all over himself please feel free to DM me.

