TITLE    : Teaching Chastity
STORYID  : teaching-chastity
SUMMARY  : Tamiko's student controls her husband's orgasms.
AUTHOR   : TiltingatWindmills@lit
DATE     : 2023-03-28
CATEGORY : non-consent-stories
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |femdom|lesbian|tease|denial|lesdom|chastity|student|teacher|


<b>Note from the author: This story takes place in a world where forced male chastity is on the rise, prior to the events in Election Night Denial. It contains strong themes of femdom and non-consent so if those don't interest you please feel free to try something else.</b>

Whenever Tamiko brought up chastity, Noah suddenly became, well, <i>cagey</i>. But at this point the subject was unavoidable.

Though only one state mandated permanent male chastity for all residents, almost all the others still used it in one form or another. Where Tamiko and Noah lived, chastity enforcement had essentially replaced the prison and probation system. On top of that, chastity was a cultural trend. At least two of Tamiko's girlfriends kept their husbands in some form of chastity and it was even more common among the younger generation. Many girls simply refused to date a man unless he 'locked it up' and handed her the key.

Government authorities estimated that 12% of all males in the state were currently living in chastity. But the number was only going up.

That night Tamiko was at home, waiting for Noah to come back after an evening of drinking with the boys. Almost midnight and still no sign of him. Twelve years her senior and he still acted like a boy. She knew with certainty that her girlfriends with caged husbands would not put up with this. Their husbands would be home, in their beds, spooning them impotently.

Worse than that, Noah and Tamiko were trying to have a baby, and today was Tamiko's first day of receiving an expensive fertility treatment. The window only lasted three months, and Noah had promised he would be home early for their first attempt.

But instead Tamiko was home alone, replaying her last fight with Noah. She had called him a chauvinist for not wanting to try chastity and he had only dug in his heels. True, he had taken on her last name at marriage, but that was hardly more than the status quo at this point.

Just then a knock at the door interrupted her thoughts.

<i>Had he forgotten his keys? Why couldn't he let himself in?</i> Tamiko wondered.

She got up to answer the door and found two female officers standing on either side of her husband.

"Sorry to bother you M'am. This man claims he is your husband?" The larger woman spoke, pushing Noah forward a step as she did. With his hands cuffed behind his back he stumbled slightly.

"Yes he is... what's the meaning of this?"

"We caught him urinating in public across the road from a daycare center. It qualifies as a sexual offense I'm afraid."

"I'm sorry baby, the men's washroom was out of order at The Royal Oak and..."

"Noah, do not embarrass me by speaking now," Tamiko cut in. "I am so sorry officers."

"No problem M'am, we see this type all the time. Frankly he seems lucky to have you. Unfortunately though he has broken the law and we are going to need to chastise him."

"Yes of course, I absolutely understand." Tamiko suppressed a grin.

Obviously this wasn't the ideal way to go about things but at the end of the day it might work out okay for her.

"Good, we normally would do it ourselves, but if a spouse is available we like to give them the option of securing the device for the first time. Our training manual indicates it can help with the process of building remorse."

"Yes that makes sense. Why don't you step inside. Do you have a device on you?" She asked as she shut the door behind her.

"Yes M'am. If you can just remove your husband's pants we can find the right size."

Tamiko stepped closer, smelling alcohol on her husband's breath as she did. That was one vice she was looking forward to squashing in the near future.

She undid his button and fly and then dropped his pants and underwear to the ground with one motion.

She was curious if he would become erect, but whether he was too frightened or too drunk, he simply hung there in front of her. She was a little disappointed in fact, to have these strangers see him like this.

"Oh, I see why you still keep him around." One of the women laughed as she reached out to gently nudge her husband's flaccid member.

Tamiko had almost forgotten that her husband's package was well above average and she blushed with a tinge of pride at the compliment.

"Kind of a shame to lock it up actually," the other said. "Gonna be like an orca in a kiddie pool," she said, laughing at her own joke.

Other than seeing her students' parents once a year, Tamiko wasn't used to spending time with working class women like this. She felt like these officers wouldn't have tolerated such behavior from their husbands - if they had them.

"Here, you'll need to try one of our larger ones. Have you ever put one on before?" the first woman spoke again.

Tamiko, suddenly feeling shy, nodded her head 'no'.

She tried to catch Noah's eyes but he avoided her gaze, staring at the ground.

"Alright, so this ring goes around everything, start with one ball at a time" the larger woman spoke. "Then his dick goes in here, I'll lube it up for you."

Normally Tamiko might have objected to another woman squirting lubricant on her husbands' penis but Tamiko found herself submissively watching as the woman used a gloved hand to apply the liquid.

"Okay, looks like the little fucker is finally getting hard. You'll have to shove it in quick or squeeze his balls hard enough that he realizes this isn't play time."

Tamiko quickly forced the head into the curved steel cylinder and brought the parts of the device together until they connected.

"Good, now lock it up quick."

The woman handed her a padlock which she slipped through a steel loop.

When she closed it with a click she saw her husband shiver.

Tamiko admired her handywork. The base of the device pressed his balls forward so that they squished up against the sides of his trapped cock. It made him look vulnerable, like a medieval peasant forced into a pillory.

What luck that everything should fall into place so easily.

"Okay, that's all there is it to it." The officer removed her gloves as she spoke. "I've got a pamphlet here that will walk you through everything you need to know. Normally we recommend that your man wake up in the night to walk around because the nocturnal erections can be quite painful when you're not used to it but I think he's drunk enough that it might not matter for this evening. Any questions?"

"No, I've done a little reading of my own actually. We've been talking about doing this anyway."

"Well it's a shame you didn't do it a little sooner. Might not have come to this, but I'm glad to hear you were taking steps in the right direction. This is only a year long sentence, with some flexibility offered after four months. What you do after that will be between the two of you."

"Thank you for being so understanding, officers." Tamiko now smiled openly.

Noah would have no one to blame but himself for this.

She walked the officers back to the door and heard Noah taking a few steps inside. As he did there was the gentle <i>click click</i> of the padlock tapping against his steel cage. She had heard her friends' husbands make similar sounds when they walked and she felt the satisfaction that comes from having a jealousy quenched.

"Alright, have a good evening M'am." one of the officers said as they descended the porch steps towards the car.

"Oh, wait, officers?" Tamiko called out. "You forgot to give me the key."

The officer turned back with an embarrassed look. "Oh, I'm sorry for the misunderstanding. As you'll see in the pamphlet, he's only allowed to be unlocked at a government clinic. At four months he will be evaluated for behavior by clinic staff at which time you can file for keyholder status."

Tamiko felt her heart drop into her stomach. Four months? That was too long. She had already started the fertility treatment.

"Wait, does that mean I can't, we can't..."

"It's all in the pamphlet M'am. Conjugal visits at the clinic are possible, but they are up to staff discretion. I'd recommend you'd just get used to enjoying his tongue for the next little while." She winked as she spoke but Tamiko was too crestfallen to muster a smile.

"Have a good night M'am," the officer repeated.

The door shut behind them.

So things hadn't worked out quite the way Tamiko had hoped.

***

Noah and Tamiko barely spoke the next day. Late in the evening Noah said he had fiddled with the cage during the day and he was pretty sure he could slip it off with enough lube. Tamiko was horrified that he had even tried to escape. She explained to him that while he might be able to get it off he wouldn't be able to get it back on again without breaking the lock. And then what did he think would happen at his first checkup? Truly the man needed supervision!

The day after that Noah stopped making excuses and apologized, begging her forgiveness. He actually started tearing up.

It's true that he had committed a crime and jeopardized their young family. In Tamiko's mind, he deserved to feel terrible.

When he dropped to the ground in front of her she was already shocked, but was completely taken aback when he began kissing her exposed knee. A few moments later she wasn't sure if she had guided him or if he had volunteered, but she found him licking her through her panties. Normally she had to cajole and manipulate him into eating her out. This was a first. And she didn't mind it.

A sexual crime needed sexual atonement after all.

Still, Tamiko could only be placated in this way for so long. The next day at school, she tried not to think about how today was another wasted day of fertility. They had been trying for two years and the doctors assured her they still had a good shot, but only during this treatment window.

Her last class she ended up snapping on a student and keeping her late for detention.

Paisley was pretty. Small, thin, cute. She had a white headband over long blonde hair and bright pink lip gloss. She was the image of cheerful youth, but in Tamiko's opinion, an under-the-radar bully, and one who more than deserved any detention dealt to her. Usually students at her age were past such stupid games, but Paisley loved to torture the boys in her class. The girls mostly seemed to find her funny.

When Tamiko's back had been turned writing lab instructions on the board, someone had pantsed one of the boys. All the girls laughed and pointed, and even Tamiko had caught a flash of the boy's cage before he managed to cover himself.

She couldn't be sure it was Paisley, and when Paisley said as much Tamiko opted to instead punish her for not wearing her uniform properly. There was no denying that Paisley had too many buttons undone, and so she agreed to the detention without more fuss.

At the end of the day, Tamiko waited for Paisley to show up in her office. Although she did her best to never think of her students in a sexual way, she couldn't push the image of her student with his pants around his ankles out of her mind. Was it his girlfriend who kept him in a cage? Did she tease him? Make him do things he didn't want to do? Or perhaps it was his mom. An embarrassing, but common option.

It was only her second year teaching. She was barely older than many of her students. So the curiosity was forgivable.

When Paisley finally showed up Tamiko was disappointed to see she still hadn't done up her blouse. Paisley's cleavage was conspicuous and even some of her bra was visible. It must have been the fertility hormones but Tamiko found her gaze drawn to the young woman's breasts. Tamiko hadn't slept with a woman in five years, and found herself missing it.

"Paisley, can you do up your blouse please?"

"Oh yeah. Sorry Miss Hamamoto."

"Mrs. Hamamoto."

"Right, of course."

Paisley did up a single button.

Tamiko tried to focus on grading her assignments, but Paisley kept fidgeting in front of her. She would twiddle with her blonde braids, or cross and recross her legs. Tamiko found herself having to look away from Paisley's white thighs as the girl's skirt crept further up her legs with each movement.

"So, it's <i>Mrs.</i> Hamamato. You're married then?"

"Yes."

Prim, concise, well-enunciated, that was Tamiko in a nutshell.

"To a girl or a guy?"

"I'm married to a man."

"Hmm, always seemed like you'd be the kind that's more into women."

"Oh, why do you say that?" Tamiko couldn't resist the bait.

"Well, to be honest, I thought I've seen you checking out girls in our class once or twice."

"Paisley, that is inappropriate. I don't want another word out of you."

"Alright, alright. It's just that one time, when Karen went on the stepladder to get the model off the top shelf and you were holding the steps beneath her... I could have sworn you were looking at her panties. Hell, I was, she's got a super cute ass."

"Paisley. Enough."

"Sheesh, it's not that big of a deal." Paisley went quiet for a moment. "A couple girls have crushes on you, ya know? And pretty much all the boys. Tyler is probably gonna leak in his cage all night thinking about being exposed in front of you."

Tamiko rolled her eyes but didn't interrupt this time.

"I think it's the way you dress. Your hair is always braided so tight, and you wear these pencil skirts and tight blouses. It's so professional. Compared to Miss Lauper, the gym teacher, she just dresses like a slut with those tights and tank tops. There's no mystery."

"Okay, Paisley, you're done now. Detention is over early anyway. I need to head home."

"Oh, and we were just getting to know each other."

***

That evening, Tamiko prepped Noah for his first visit to the clinic. He was under strict instructions to follow all orders. Rumor had it that only the most unforgiving women worked at these sites, and Noah had an independent streak that worried her.

Still, she sent him in with a small sterile container and a note for his case officer that they were trying to conceive and that he should be allowed to bring home his semen for that purpose. She also requested that he fill out the paperwork for their first 'conjugal visit'.

When Noah came back from the clinic he was sullen and almost unresponsive.

"What happened?" She asked. "Where is the container?"

"My case officer wouldn't let me finish. I was perfectly obedient but it seems like she just hates me."

"Noah, what did you do? There must have been something?"

"I'm telling you. From the moment I introduced myself she had this malicious smirk. Like a cat toying with a mouse."

"You're just imagining things Noah. You've got to try to be more submissive next time."

"Look I'll do my best, but I don't know how much more fawning I can be."

"Well, maybe we will just have to work on it at home."

Noah sighed.

"Like that. That's the attitude that women pick up on."

"I'm sorry Tamiko."

"Say it like you mean it, Noah."

"I'm sorry Tamiko. I'll do better next time."

In bed that night Tamiko tossed and turned, unable to sleep. The conjugal visit wouldn't be for another two weeks at the earliest. That was a month lost. Fuck she wanted Noah inside her. She reached around his body and slipped her hand under his boxers.

She ran her fingers down the cool steel of his cage. She found the holes used for ventilation and rubbed his skin through the cage feeling his body respond helplessly to her touch.

"Baby, please, I don't know if I can take it." Noah moaned. "I was so close today. This is just torture."

"Noah, stop complaining. Do you have any idea how long other men are kept in these things?"

She curled her fingers below his testicles, weighing their fullness. She wondered what it would be like to try and slide his caged cock inside her.

"Noah, I want you to go down on me again." She whispered into his ear.

"Already?" He regretted saying it immediately and felt her fingers tighten around his balls.

"Just because you fucked up doesn't mean we both have to pay for your mistake."

"Right, right, I'm sorry."

She savored the personal victory almost as much as the feeling of his tongue making its way from her inner thigh to her wetness.

More than anything she enjoyed Noah giving her pleasure while he was locked in his cage. She turned on the light and made him angle himself so she could she his cock twitching as he worked. She had longed for his entrapment for so long and needed to at least make the most of their painful situation.

She came quickly and once she had arranged Noah so that she felt comfortable, with his arms around her and his steel cage pressing gently against her ass, she was finally able to fall asleep.

***

"Mrs. Hamamoto, can I talk to you quickly."

It was Paisley.

"Yes, how can I help you?" Tamiko did her best to contain a sigh as she turned to face her in the hallway.

"Well I thought it was important that we talked woman to woman. After what happened last night."

"I have no idea what you're talking about Paisley."

"Well your husband. Noah Hamamoto, right? I'm his case officer. I thought he would have told you."

For the second time that week, Tamiko felt that sinking sensation in her gut.

"You're his case officer?"

"Yeah, my mom is the lead officer of the chastity enforcement division in town. She got me a job. Your husband was assigned to me."

Tamiko did her best to keep a poker face.

"Oh, well, umm, I'm glad to hear you have a part time job. I'm sure that will be great for your resume."

"Yeah, for sure. But listen, I thought maybe things would get weird between us now." Paisley was fiddling with her necklace and Tamiko tried to keep her eyes away from her student's blouse which was once again unbuttoned past any reasonable point.

"I don't see a reason for things to be awkward. I'm sure you will be an absolute professional at your workplace and I will continue being a professional here."

Tamiko turned to leave. She wanted to regroup and think things over before saying anything else. But Paisley kept going.

"It's just hard for me to see you as a professional when I keep thinking of how your husband begged me to let him cum when I was stroking his cock yesterday evening."

Tamiko stopped in her tracks.

"He was just so pitiful you know. Leaking on the floor and complaining about how many times he had to eat out his wife this week." She paused waiting for a reaction. "Maybe you'd like if we went back to your classroom to talk things over?" Paisley suggested.

"Yes." Tamiko agreed quietly.

When they were inside with the door shut, Tamiko finally leveled with her.

"Okay, what is it that you want Paisley?"

"Well, it seems like we should talk about what you want. Your husband tells me that you're trying to have kids? When he was close to cumming he even admitted that you were on fertility treatment. He said it's making you super horny. And that you can only afford a three month treatment."

Tamiko cursed under her breath.

"So he was telling the truth. Men are so easy to manipulate. You really should have locked him up yourself you know?"

"Paisley, this isn't a game. This is adult business. You're going to hurt real people here."

"No need for anyone to get hurt. I just need you to do what I say."

"Okay, so, you want money?"

"Gross. Of course not. No. I just want a little respect. I don't like how you look down at me all the time."

"Alright, I'm sorry Paisley. You're right. I have been condescending." Tamiko swallowed her pride as best as she could.

"Good. How about you just get down then, and bow to me. That's what Japanese people do to show respect, isn't it?"

Tamiko almost slapped the girl. But containing her rage she slowly bent to her knees and performed a bow. In spite of herself, the anger mingled with a sort of forbidden erotic pleasure. How could she allow herself to demean herself in front of a student like this?
<hr pg="2" />As she was getting up she felt Paisleys hands on her shoulders.

"No, you can stay there until we're done talking. That was a good start. Now I'm going to give you this slip of paper. It's my phone number. You'll message me when you get home, and if I need anything, I'll let you know. Is that clear?"

"Crystal."

"Good. Now as a sign of respect I want you to do one more thing for me."

"Yes Paisley."

"Open your mouth and hold it open."

Tamiko's puzzled expression must have shown but when Paisley refused to explain herself further she slowly opened her mouth.

"Good girl. Now remember, I know how important the next three months are for you. I really need to trust that you'll do as I say."

Tamiko nodded.

"Good." Paisley grinned and leaned forward so that her face was directly over Tamiko's. Then she gathered some saliva in her mouth and slowly let a single gob fall onto Tamiko's tongue.

"Go ahead and swallow." Paisley instructed.

Tamiko swallowed, not even bothering to disguise her horror.

"You can go now Mrs. Hamomoto."

Tamiko left silently.

When she got home Tamiko explained the situation to her husband. She did her best to cut down on details, and just told him that she would handle it.

A quick internet search showed there was little hope of getting a transfer to another officer. The clinic indeed reported to a woman with Paisley's last name, presumably her mother, and Tamiko didn't want to risk angering Paisley further if the chance of reprieve was futile.

Four months was a long time, but if Paisley granted conjugal visits it wouldn't be so bad.

Paisley's first text arrived late that evening when Noah and Tamiko were getting ready for bed.

<i>Hi Tamiko, this is Paisley. I was hoping you could send me a quick photo of my toy. I was pleasantly surprised by how big it was. I needed two hands to wrap my fingers all the way around it. Be quick now I go to bed early!</i>

Tamiko swore to herself when she got it.

"Noah baby, I need you to take off your shorts."

"Umm, okay, what's going on?"

"It's Paisley. She,,, she wants a photo of your cage."

"Fuck, you can't send her a photo. Who knows what she'll do with it?"

"I'm not gonna put your face in the photo. Lots of guys wear chastity cages. It'll just be another dick behind bars on the internet."

Noah relented. "Alright. God I told you this girl was a psycho."

"Yeah you weren't wrong about that."

Tamiko snapped the photo and quickly hit send before she could think more about it.

After a minute her screen lit up.

<i>Oh it's smaller than I remember it. I guess without Noah's face I can't be sure that this is the same cock I teased for thirty minutes straight before stuffing it back in its cage. Too bad you can't unlock it for me.</i>

<i>You know what would help though, is if you got in the picture. Send me something with you in the photo. In your underwear. And you don't have to include the top of your face, just enough that I can guess it's you. Make it sexy.</i>

Shit.

Tamiko remembered Paisley's comments about her body. It wasn't just Noah who was in trouble.

Tamiko stood beside Noah, clinging to him like a swimsuit model in a shoot and prepared to take a selfie. She cupped his testicles with her hand and angled his cage upwards as she had seen one of her girlfriends do in a playful message once.

She sent the photo and waited for confirmation.

<i>Good job! We're going to have so much fun together.</i>

Despite initial objections from Tamiko, these evenings sessions became more and more routine. Paisley would message a request and Tamiko would order Noah to fulfill it. Each night they became more progressively lewd until Tamiko did not even balk at the idea of recording short videos of herself riding her husband's face while slapping his chastised testicles.

And since Paisley never requested their faces in the video, Tamiko didn't feel the need to finally draw a line and stand her ground. Instead, she found herself perversely looking forward to the sessions. They almost all ended in Noah eating her out and so her reaction to the messages was Pavlovian.

She found her pussy drooling on command and hated herself for it.

At school to Paisley became more bold. Her treatment of the school dress code became more and more of a joke in Tamiko's class, and Tamiko could say nothing to stop it.

Every so often Paisley would keep Tamiko after hours and find some way to demean her. She might make her kneel and kiss her feet, or rub her hands over Tamiko's outfit while Tamiko squirmed.

At night while Noah went down on her she would think about these sessions. How she would plead to Paisley, "No, no, please stop" with her thighs clenched together and her hands held in front of her like a girl trying not to wet herself. But Paisley's searching fingers would creep under her skirt and slip beneath her panties, finding them drenched in arousal.

The first time it happened she remembered Paisley's disgust at discovering her unshaven.

"Do you make your husband eat you out with this bush?" Paisley had asked. "Tomorrow I want your slit as smooth and wet as a fucking oyster, do you understand me?"

Even now, as she rode Noah's face she paused to feel her own smooth skin and heard Noah moan beneath her, "Fuck baby I love licking your smooth pussy so much."

But as she orgasmed on his mouth she thought about Paisley's delicate fingers and where they might invade her tomorrow after school.

It was the next day that Paisley told her that she wasn't allowed to orgasm without Paisley's permission. Tamiko only nodded demurely at the orders, but her crotch tingled as she heard them. When Noah went down on her in the evening she had to stop him again and again, and finally told him that she wasn't allowed to finish.

Noah had objected that there would be no way for Paisley to find out, but Tamiko was a terrible liar, and felt that Paisley would see through her. She was adamant to Noah that just as she was following all of Paisley's instructions, so should he on days when he went to the clinic. There was too much at stake to screw this up just because they were a little horny or disgusted.

And so Tamiko let him worship her for what felt like hours, not allowing herself to cum, but unwilling to stop altogether. The bed underneath her was soaked with sweat, and saliva and her pussy juices and when she finally rolled over she had to order Noah to sleep in the swampy sheets while she dozed fitfully on the dry side of the bed.

Within a few days she became a raging, hormone driven mess. The fertility drugs were commanding her to find sex, but she could find no relief. Paisley messaged her all day between classes, telling her how much she loved controlling her husband's cock. How hard it was to keep him from cumming when any errant touch could send him over the edge.

On his third visit, and third week in denial, Tamiko made the mistake of asking Paisley when she would let him finally cum so that they might try and have a baby. She only responded that she had been too busy getting eaten out by her husband to have time to even let him out of his cage.

Tamiko was horrified. Noah had listened to her orders, which had been to do exactly what Paisley asked, but of course hadn't told her everything that happened. She resolved to confront Paisley the next day.

"Paisley, please you cannot do that to my husband. You have to leave me something. His mouth is mine." Tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke.

"If I'm not getting pleasured by someone then I'm afraid your husband will have to do it," had been Paisley's response.

That was the first time Tamiko went down on her student.

There and then without hesitating she had dropped to her knees and pulled down Paisley's plaid schoolgirl skirt.

"Slowly," Paisley had ordered. "You're such a horny fucking slut when I don't let you cum, aren't you?"

"Please Paisley, please, we've given you everything."

"It's true. You've become quite the obedient little couple. What should I give you in return? Should I finally let your husband cum in his little cup? Would you like to smear his second hand serving into your pussy?"

"Yes, please, we only have two months left."

"Hmm, keep going and I'll think about it."

Tamiko licked hungrily at the young girl's, perfect, soft thighs. Soon she was pawing gently at Paisley's underwear, and Paisley allowed her to pull them down.

Tamiko inhaled deeply. She hadn't tasted pussy in so long and soon found her tongue buried inside her student's slit.

The door was shut but she panicked as Paisley closed her thighs around her ears. She couldn't hear a thing. If someone walked up to the door she wouldn't even notice. Soon she was past caring.

When Paisley came on her face she let Tamiko stand and reached inside her skirt to finger her. Tamiko opened her blouse, asking with a nod if she was allowed to squeeze her own tits while she was pleasured.

"You're so fucking wet, you know that? It's only been five days for you. Can you imagine what your husband is going through?"

"He's so horny. He wants to eat me out all the time. He's always humping the bed while he does, he can't help it."

"Is he leaking yet?"

"All the time... Oh fuck that feels good... I make him change his underwear twice a day."

"Hmm, I've got a proposal for you then." Paisley said as her two fingers pistoned in and out of Tamiko's sopping wet cunt. "I'll let you finish right now, but only if you tell me not to let your husband cum when I unlock him at the clinic."

Tamiko froze. Up until now every step she had taken she could justify as having been in pursuit of their new family. Their shared goals.

But this wouldn't just be selfish. It would be unreasonable. The only reason she was obeying Paisley was because the girl controlled her husband's chastity device.

But now, two weeks deeper into degrading herself, she realized how much she was enjoying herself. She wanted to be owned.

"No, please Paisley, you can't deny both of us. Just let us both cum. We've earned this."

Paisley's fingers slowed to a crawl inside her pussy. With agonizing patience she withdrew and began circling Tamiko's clit, nearly touching it but not close enough.

"It's just for another week Tamiko. Say it."

Tamiko tried to thrust her hips against Paisley's hand but her student kept her fingers just out of reach.

"Say it Tamiko."

Tamiko gave in.

"Fine, fine, just please let me cum."

"No, I want you to tell me what I should do to your husband."

Paisley's fingers were so close, they grazed Tamiko's swollen clit.

"Please, I want you to deny him. Tease him. Edge him as much as you like but don't let him cum."

"Good girl. My good little slut. Cum for me Tamiko."

Paisley reached one pussy drenched hand up to cover Tamiko's mouth while the other relentlessly brought her to climax.

Before her orgasm had even faded she felt Paisley's hands leave her body and she had to stop herself from begging again for more.

As her ragged breaths slowed she began stuffing her breasts back in her bra and doing up her blouse. As she tried to make herself presentable she felt Paisley's hand grace her neck.

"I want you to wear this," Paisley said as she placed a black choker around her throat.

Tamiko found a framed photo on the wall and squinted at her reflection in the glass. The choker had a small lock dangling from the front. The opposite of the keys that so many women had begun using to ornament their bodies.

"I want you to wear it everyday."

Tamiko only nodded. "Yes miss."

***

On the evening of Noah's release, Tamiko greeted him at the door. She told herself she needed to be supportive, but she also knew that she desperately wanted to hear about his denial.

He came in looking distraught.

"I'm so sorry Tamiko," were the first words he spoke. "I was so good - I did everything she asked and she still didn't let me finish." Tamiko wondered if Paisley had still made her husband go down on her. She leaned in for a hug and shivered when she smelled pussy on his breath.

"Shh, baby, don't be upset. I know you tried your best. Just tell me everything that happened. Maybe we can figure it out together."

"I don't know where it went wrong. She really seemed like she was going to let me finish. She made me take off my clothes and tied my arms behind my back like always. I called her "M'am" just like she told me to. She made me ask her to touch me, so I did."

"Good boy, that all sounds good."

"And she even positioned me right over the cup like she was going to let me finish. But when I got close she would just stop and then start again. Tamiko I'm so horny I feel like I'm losing my mind."

"You must have said something to her. What were you saying right when you were on the edge? You can tell me."

"I was kind of blubbering to be honest. I said something like, 'Please let me cum. My balls are aching so badly.' You know?"

"Did you compliment her like I told you to?"

"Yes. I told her she was so sexy. I told her she deserved to control my cock and I was a bad boy who had done disgusting things. God I feel so degraded."

"Shh baby, it's okay. We'll get through this. God it's been so long. You must be so horny."

"Tamiko I feel like I'm going crazy. I'm barely in control anymore."

"Do you think it would help if I let you go down on me?"

"Oh yes please, baby. Just for a little."

"Okay, why don't you come kneel by the couch and I'll spread my legs for you."

***

As the days went on Paisley gave more and more instructions to Tamiko about how to dress. Pink eye shadow, darker lip stick, hair down, hair up. She made her roll her skirt a few inches higher. Of course the other staff knew something was up, but female empowerment had never been more accepted and everyone assumed Tamiko had turned over a new leaf. At least that's what Tamiko told herself.

The student body also noticed this new leaf and many of them liked it. Tamiko heard whispers when she passed in the hallway, even a couple cat calls, and she was surprised by how much she liked the attention.

Once, she intentionally bent over in front of a male student, watching his gaze on her cleavage as she returned to standing. She hadn't enjoyed that feeling of being watched since being married. She missed it.

She soon found herself doing it multiple times a day. Finding excuses to stretch in front of a student so that he blouse revealed the skin of her belly.

The second time she tried dropping a pencil it was in front of a boy named Eric. Paisley had always thought that Eric looked like her husband when he had been younger. That same rare combination of dark brown hair and blue eyes. It somehow felt extra naughty to tease Noah's younger doppelganger. Paisley had rolled Tamiko's skirt a few inches higher that day, high enough that Tamiko was sure that Eric could see her panties. She hoped he noticed how damp they were. There was no way to miss it, she thought to herself.

Another week passed and Tamiko, under Paisley's orders, hadn't allowed herself to cum again.

She had become used to being dragged into broom closets or empty classrooms so that she could pleasure Paisley in whatever way the girl deemed fit and so it came as little surprise to her when Paisley escorted her to the front of a classroom door after school and pulled a leather collar out of her bag.

Tamiko simply stood and let Paisley fasten it around her neck. It felt tight. And hot. She wanted to adjust it but Paisley spun the clasp to the back of her neck, further out of reach. There was a steel loop at the front and Paisley fastened a leash to it.

She should have objected to the collar. Why was a leash too far if a collar wasn't? And why was a collar too far if slutty clothes and a choker were okay?

"On your knees." Paisley broke her from the state of indecision.

Tamiko looked around nervously. The hallways felt cavernous. No one left. She slowly went to her hands and knees like a dog.

"Good girl. I only asked you to go on your knees but I like your enthusiasm."

"Listen carefully Tamiko. On the other side of the doorway are two students."

Tamiko's eyes bulged and she started to get up but Paisley yanked down with the leash.

"You do what I say, right now, and you conjugal visit gets approved for this weekend? Do you understand?" Paisley's voice was quiet, but firm.

"I, I don't think I can do this... Miss" the last word came out in a whisper.

"It's okay Tamiko. They won't touch you unless you want it. Julia just needs some help persuading Eric on something, and you are the key. Alright?"

Tamiko nodded.

"And then you'll get everything you want."

Paisley opened the door and walked her in with Tamiko trailing behind her like a pet.

Tamiko couldn't look them in the eye. Eric was in Tamiko's senior bio class and his girlfriend Julia had taken her chemistry course a year before. They were a cute couple, if a bit of a cliche: a football player and a cheerleader. At least he wasn't quarterback.

Tamiko found herself being guided forward until she was kneeling in front of the two students. Both Eric and Julia looked nervous. Like dogs that had caught the mailman and weren't sure if they were ready for what came next.

But Paisley wasn't nervous.

"Stand up Tamiko."

Tamiko stood but couldn't bear to look at the young couple.

"I told you she would do it," Julia whispered.

Tamiko glanced up briefly and saw a small pile of items on the chair next to Julia - some silk cloth and a steel chastity device. Similar to her husband's.

<i>What is going on here?</i> she thought. Perhaps Julia kept Eric in a cage and was rewarding him for good behavior?

She didn't have time to dwell on the thought before Paisley reached in and began unbuttoning Tamiko's blouse. Her fingers went slowly. Playfully. Teasing her audience. When she reached the bottom she moved her flat palms over Tamiko's belly and up to the underwire of her bra.

As she did this Julia began unzipping Eric's pants. Her hands were unsteady but soon she brought out Eric's erection, still working its way to fullness.

"Do you like being on display, Tamiko?" Paisley asked. "Do you like knowing that your body is making your student hard?"

"Yes," Tamiko whispered.

"Tell them how you feel." Paisley instructed.

"I like being exposed in front of you," Tamiko heard the words and couldn't believe they were coming from her own mouth. "I've always liked knowing that my students checked me out."

"Tell them what you told me about your fantasies."

There was a long pause as Tamiko gulped and then the words flowed out again, as if someone else was saying them.

"Sometimes when my husband fucks me I think about my students. I dream about being groped in the hallway, getting cornered and violated."

"Are you wet now?" Paisley asked.

"Yes." Tamiko admitted.

"Let's show them."

And Paisley's hands moved for Tamiko's skirt. She tucked her fingers under the waistband and began pulling down, every so often reversing direction for a moment but ultimately dragging them across her thighs and knees and down to the floor.

Julia was pumping Eric's cock while they watched.

When the skirt reached below her knees Paisley let go and it fell to the floor. Tamiko crossed her legs, but Paisley gently parted them with her hands so that Eric and Julia could see the small damp spot on the front of her panties.

"You're a naughty girl Tamiko." And Paisley reached inside her panties, eliciting a gasp from her teacher. When she withdrew her finger fingers they were coated in a thick white fluid.

"Lick them clean for me."

Paisley ordered and Tamiko complied.

At this, Julia stood up. Tamiko thought maybe it had gone too far or Julia had lost her nerve, but actually Julia simply rose to hand her the silk scarves that were on the chair.
<hr pg="3" />"Tie him up, Tamiko."

Tamiko nodded. She moved behind the chair, tying both of Eric's wrists together. When Paisley motioned to she got on her knees and also tied his ankles to both chair legs. She was so close to him. To his exposed cock. And she felt his eyes roaming over her body.

Once he was tied up Tamiko felt her guard go down. If the girls violated her she could deal with it. But now at least she wouldn't be tempted or pressured to let Eric do anything to her. He was out of the picture.

Then Julia explained.

"Eric has refused to lock himself up for me. But he admitted to me months ago that he's always thought you were sexy. I persuaded him that if he could live out a bit of his fantasy, he would let me lock up his cock and hand over the keys. So here we are."

Tamiko felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.

Julia sat down next to Eric and continued stroking his cock. The boy looked a little terrified, like he was in over his head.

Paisley spoke. "So you're going to be a good little slut and help Julia out. We just need to make Eric cum and then we can lock him up in his cage for good."

Tamiko looked at Julia. She knew how Julia must have felt. Probably all her friends had boyfriends in cages (or at least claimed they did). She had even heard stories of girls loaning their boyfriends to one another, but only if the boyfriend stayed in his chastity device. Julia would be feeling tremendous pressure to join in and must be wondering why she wasn't able to persuade her boyfriend like all her friends had. The proof of her insecurity was that she was now allowing another woman, another two women, to help get him locked down.

Tamiko stood up, now only a few inches from Eric. His cock was veiny and throbbing, almost as large as her husband's. She wanted to press it inside a cage, and hear the click of the lock in her hand. But more than that, she wanted to touch it. To see it spurt. To watch it pulse and spasm as Eric lost control. Lost control because of her. Because he was so attracted to her body that he was willing to give up his own orgasms in order to see her.

As she was thinking this, Paisley reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. When it fell to the ground around her, Paisley nudged her forward so that she was even closer to him.

There was no turning back now.

<i>Note from the author: I am happy to have feedback on what you liked and where you'd like to see the story end up!</i>

