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Karen and I left the bedroom and peaked at our original one. Karen’s dress and shoes were still on the floor, in the neat pile I had made at the start of the evening.

“Oh, look at that, you were being considerate while I was humiliating you. It’s as if you like your new position as my little chasty!”.

Her tone was very playful: she was definitely not tired and in fact, I wondered if she wasn’t running on adrenaline by now! I know I probably was. Would she crash soon or keep on going?

My emotions had been in overload most of the night and somehow, I had the impression it wasn’t quite over.

The room was empty, so we went to have a look at the other 2 bedrooms who were equally empty.

“Where is everyone? Mona said her Saturday evenings were busy and there is hardly anyone!”

Seeing the number of sexual partners Karen had taken, I didn’t call that hardly anyone but I wouldn’t complain: she made it clear she didn’t want me to whine.

The living room at the end was still blasting a porn movie but the room was otherwise empty.

“What does a girl gotta do to get laid in a swinger’s club?”

We left toward the bar at the front where, by then, both of the young couples had reached, but they were still talking.

Everyone had dressed back up and seemed to be in a positive mood.

Oddly enough, they were the only clients at that moment. It looks like all of our previous partners had left and no new ones arrived.

When we approached the two couples, they were exchanging phone numbers: it looks as though they didn’t know each other prior to the night, but were keen in knowing each other more.

The short-haired girl and her boyfriend saluted us and left the club, leaving us with the other couple.

The long-haired girl approached Karen and gave her a long hard hug with finished with a kiss.

“I really enjoyed your company. Perhaps we can do this again?”

“I would love that”, said Karen. She turned over to me, “Honey, would you leave our phone number to the nice girl so we can do this again?”

That would be 3 numbers in our agenda in 2 days: Bricklayer, the other couple and now, this lady and her boyfriend.

I grabbed a receipt from my wallet and wrote our phone number on the back using their pen. She gave me a piece of paper with a phone number on it (and no name), but as soon as she was done, she pressed and surprised me with a hug.

“Thank you for sharing your wife. She was”, and she paused for a moment.

“What is that?”, she said, pulling back.

Karen began laughing, holding her stomach.

“It’s huh…”, I hesitated.

“Oh boy, that’s just perfect!”, said Karen.

“Please don’t…”, I pleaded with her.

“That, dear lady, it’s a metallic chastity device I locked on my poor husband for our 5th year anniversary. I didn’t remove it since and that’s why he, well, couldn’t join us.”

I sent knives to Karen via my wife but she replied with serious eyes.

“Seriously?”, said the girl. “How does it hold in place?”

Karen approached me.

“Well, little chasty, let’s show the nice couple, shall we?”

I almost complained but I remembered how Karen hated it. Oh well, in for a penny…

I undid my pants button, gently unzipped my zipper, lowered my pants and hesitantly pulled together both my briefs and boxers down to my knees.

The cage was very visible and stuck out like a sore thumb. What was worse, was that my treacherous organ was actually trying to get hard, sending little twitches through the tube.

The girl lowered herself to have a closer look.

“OK, I see it, but I still don’t get how it holds in place?”

Karen approached her. “I made him get a Prince Albert piercing last year. This model has a pin that goes through the piercing and which cannot be removed without a special tool. So it’s literally locked through a hole in his dick”

Her boyfriend was shocked. He asked, “Doesn’t it hurt when you get hard?”

Karen replied, “The ingenious part is that the tube isn’t wide enough for him to really get hard, so no erections for him at all!”

“Wow”, said the girl. “Can I?”

“Oh yes, go ahead, touch it. Little chasty won’t complain, won’t he?”

“No, not at all”, I said. I almost said Mistress but didn’t think it was appropriate.

The girl hesitated at first but soon enough was touching the tube, feeling the various parts with her fingers.

“And he likes it?”, she asked.

“Well, it’s not like he has a choice, does he?”

“Hey”, said the boyfriend. “Don’t get any ideas… I am NOT wearing one.”

Karen replied. “No, you have a really nice dick, unlike my husband’s. You deserve a lot of pussy and ass, he deserved this metal thing, don’t you?”

She had a defiant look, so I played my part but somewhere, in the back of my mind, I knew that someone this felt less and less like a part and more and more like a lifestyle. Like something I enjoyed.

“Yes, my pathetic dick deserves to be locked up”.

“So that’s why he couldn’t participate? Because he is locked up?”, said the girl.

“No, it’s because I really enjoy tormenting him, having as many orgasms and sexual partners as I can with him getting none”

The girl put her hand over her mouth. “Oh my, that’s devious. I hope you will call us.”

“I’ll have my little chasty set up an appointment for the three of us to have some fun sexually while he just has to watch”

“But don’t you miss it?”, said the girl.

“Well, I have a sleeve at home I can put on it so I can feel him inside of me but he gets to feel nothing. He is also very good with his tongue.”

“Interesting. Maybe I’ll try that sleeve one day.”, the girl replied.

Her boyfriend had been mostly silent but he couldn’t contain himself anymore.

“As I said, don’t get any ideas. I am NOT putting anything like that. Count me out.”

Karen reassured him. “Hey, don’t worry, we still need cocks, just not his…”

I got the permission to pull my pants back up and we sat at the bar.

We did a little more chit chat like talking about where we both lived, what we did for a living. It felt kind of like a first date, but with four people, two of which remained mostly silent.

The girlfriend eventually yawned and they decided to go but made us promise to call them the very next day.

“Bye Chasty!”, she wished me as they were leaving.

Karen pulled me toward our initial bedroom and began dressing herself.

“It looks like the night is dying. I hope there are more people next week”

“Next week?”, I said, shocked.

“Yes, you did so well that we are coming back next week with hopefully more new people to exchange phone numbers with.”

“You are devilish”, I said, in a complimenting tone.

She lifted the bottom of her dress to salute me like in old-fashioned times.

“Well, thank you. And you were absolutely perfect. Couldn’t have asked for more. Did you notice I let everyone who wanted to have sex with me got to have sex with me, but we ended up with nothing really together?”

I had… so I nodded.

“Good. It would have been a shame for you to miss it! You know, let’s go home. I am tired and could use some sleep. Don’t you agree?”

I did, but I didn’t want to sleep. I wanted something else entirely which Karen had put aside for me for now.

We left the club, and Karen had a blissful smile. She said nothing on the drive home and fell asleep almost as soon as her head touched the pillow.

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