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“Kat,” I asked, “What’s the deal with Lisa and you?”

We were still on the living room couch–our call with Dr. Popova had just ended. Dr P had basically ordered Kat to invite Lisa back for another… um, session, I guess you’d call it. I mean, I wasn’t mad about it. Lisa was hot, and Dr. Popova had basically demanded that Lisa and Kat put on a show for my benefit. I was supposed to watch Kat eat Lisa’s pussy, then when that was done, I would finally get my chance to go down on Kat.

It’s funny, I’d been so nervous for so long about the idea of eating pussy, but after going down on Lisa earlier, I was hooked. I couldn’t wait until tomorrow to get another chance. Just thinking about it was making my cock hard. It was probably irrational to hope that I’d be allowed to cum–there was no sign that Dr. Popova was going to let that happen any time soon. But my cock is an optimist, I guess.

So I waited for Kat to answer my question, but she just sat next to me, not saying anything. In fact, she hadn’t said a word since Dr. P had hung up. We’d sat in silence until I’d finally screwed up the courage to ask her what was going on. I mean, she’d told me that Lisa was her fuck buddy. So why didn’t she want her to come up again?

“Look, JB,” Kat said. “This thing with Lisa is… complicated.”

I waited. Kat stood up, went over to the kitchen area, and opened the fridge. She rummaged around in there. I don’t know what she was looking for and I guess she didn’t either, because she gave up, closed the door, and turned back to face me again.

“We used to kinda date, OK?” Kat said finally, “But she… I… uh, Lisa is very competitive, OK?”

Well, that explained some of the tension, I guess. I nodded. But there was something else I wanted to know. “Why do you think Dr. P is so into us hooking up with Lisa?”

Kat looked at me for a long time. Then she said, “I have a big mouth.”

“Whaddya mean?” I knew Kat and Dr. P had spoken a few times, but what had Kat said?

“JB…” she paused. “Look, she knows a lot of shit about me, OK?”

OK, that was weird, but then Dr. P seemed to know a lot of shit about me too, so I let it go.

“So what are we gonna do?” I asked.

She looked at me for a minute, then she smiled. “I guess we’re gonna invite Lisa up here for a little competition and a lot of pussy.”

We cleaned up and got ready for bed. I wasn’t sure if I was invited to sleep with Kat again, so after I washed up, I headed to her room-mate’s room, but Kat called out, “JB, get in here!” so I turned and headed to her room. She was in bed, holding her phone.

“Come over here and show me your tits, JB.”

I was still in the fucking robot bra. Bra, cock cage, cuff around my balls, probe in my ass. I was a a fucking robotics lab. Luckily, all these devices had been quiet since the end of our last scene. That was about to end though. I saw Kat tap a few times on her phone, and everything came to life. The cage, the cuff, the probe, and the bra all started stimulating me. Very gently, but very noticeably.

“Oh god, Kat,” I said. I felt my cock start to harden again.

“I’m going to set you to a low simmer tonight. Maybe ramp you up a bit tomorrow while we’re working. I need to get you nice and worked up for Lisa tomorrow night.”

“Is she coming over?”

“Like I said, JB, show me your tits,” Kat said.

I was still wearing Kat’s sheer white t-shirt. You could totally see the bra through the shirt, but I guess she wanted me to pull the shirt up, so I did. Kat raised her phone and took a few pictures, then patted the bed.

“Climb in. I want you next to me tonight,” she said.

Oh god, this was going to be tough. The devices working on me, Kat’s warm skin next to mine. I was still so hot from earlier today. I wasn’t sure I’d get any sleep at all. Still, I had no choice, so I climbed in next to her, feeling her warmth, smelling her. Oh god.

She held her phone where I could see it. She was texting Lisa a picture of my bra-covered chest. Then the message, “6pm tomorrow. Titty time!”

Lisa texted back, “Fuck yes.”

“She loves tits, JB,” Kat said. She reached over and put a hand on my robo-bra, lightly stroking the nipple of the bra. The device translated her movement into stimulation–sending current and pressure from the robot nipple to my really human nipple-made-of-flesh. It was like Kat was playing with me through the bra. I sighed.

She stroked. Then she pinched. Gently at first, then harder and harder. It was delightful, then it wasn’t. Then it really fucking hurt.

“Oh FUCK Kat,” I hissed.

She stopped. She tapped a few more times on her phone and I felt the bra unsnap in the back. She was letting me out!

“Take it off, JB,” she said.

I peeled off her shirt, then stripped off the bra, dropping it to the floor. Kat leaned over, took my real nipple in her mouth, kissing, nibbling gently. It felt amazing, and I sighed again. My cock was now fully hard. My balls were aching to cum.

Then suddenly, she mardin escort bit me hard, and I yelped.

She sat up, kissed me on the mouth and said, “That’s it, buddy. I’m beat. I’m going to sleep. You should try to do the same, if you can.”

She grabbed my cage-locked cock and gave it an affectionate tussle, then she rolled over, turned off the light, sighed contentedly, and, as far as I could tell, was immediately asleep.

This was going to be a long night.


It was in fact a long night, but I got through it. My devices kept me simmering all night, just the way Kat wanted. It was strange–I was getting used to the stimulation. There was even something comforting about it. Still, I was so turned on that I kept waking up–my raging hard-on prodding me awake regularly through the night.

When I woke up, I found a message from Dr. Popova waiting for me: “I know that you have work today, Jonathan, but it is important that we speak this morning. Please arrange to speak to me privately. Call me when you are ready.”

I realized that I hadn’t spoken to Dr. Popova solo since I’d come over to Kat’s last week. We’d had all our calls together with Kat–I hadn’t noticed until now. I didn’t know what to think. Was she happy with me? Did she want to check in? Was I in trouble? Was Kat in trouble?

So, before Kat woke up, I made coffee and retreated to the room-mate’s room and closed the door. I messaged Dr. P. “I’m ready to speak now,” I said.

Moments later, we were connected by video. Dr. Popova was calling from her familiar office. As usual, she looked amazing. Trademark black hair, black turtleneck, pale white skin, impossibly red sexy lips. I tried to imagine her life, tried to picture the scene outside: Russia, early evening. Moscow. What was life like there? I know nothing about Moscow honestly, except that I’m a little scared of it. So I couldn’t make a picture come into my mind. I wanted to ask her about her life outside of her little office, but it never seemed like the right moment. How did she have access to these crazy devices? Was she blackmailing, er… treating other people? It certainly seemed like she was part of some sophisticated operation.

“How are you, Jonathan?” she said. I was wearing my earbuds–I didn’t want Kat to hear.

“I’m doing ok, Doctor,” I said quietly, trying to keep my voice down.

“Jonathan,” she said, scolding me. “Are you hiding from Kat?”

“Well you told me that you wanted to speak to me alone…” I said.

“Yes, but why did you think you had to lie about this call?” she said.

Good question. Good fucking question. I thought about it for a second, then said, “I don’t know, Doctor. I guess I just have been feeling that you and Kat….” I broke off. I didn’t want to say it. But Dr. P just waited, impassive.

Finally, I blurted out, “It seems like you and Kat are fighting for control, and you keep ordering her to do things she doesn’t want to do.”

I tensed up, expecting an assault on my balls or something. But Dr. P didn’t say anything. She seemed to be thinking. Then she said, “Jonathan, do you remember when we began our treatment?”

I nodded, and she continued, “You didn’t always like my orders, did you?”

“That’s true,” I admitted, relaxing a little bit.

“And how are you feeling now, Jonathan?”

Honestly, I was so glad to be with Kat now. And I was feeling so much better. My abdominal pain was gone. So, even with all of the sexual frustration–I realized suddenly that I was happy. Fuck, I was happy.

“Um, I’m… happy?” I asked, kind of unwilling to say it out loud.

“That’s right, Jonathan. You are happy. You have made a tremendous amount of progress, and you’ve done so because of the treatment that I have administered to you. You have stopped masturbating. You are learning to please women. You no longer think only about yourself.”

“Ok,” I said, “but what about Kat?”

“Well,” Dr. Popova said, “In the same way that you needed to be pushed, Kat also needs to be pushed. She needs to be pushed just a little bit further. There are things that Kat wants and needs, but she is not fully aware of them yet. She… let’s say she’s still a bit confused. So I am simply helping her be aware of them.”

OK, that didn’t make a lot of sense. The logic didn’t add up. “Doctor,” I said slowly. “Kat isn’t your patient.”

“That’s right, Jonathan. YOU are my patient. But in order to treat you, I must treat the whole system. You will not be my patient forever. In fact, I will soon be leaving you in Kat’s care, but before I can do that, I must get Kat to a place where she can take proper care of you.”

Oh shit that was a lot to swallow. She was going to leave me in Kat’s care? Now I had a ton of questions, but before I could ask, Dr. Popova said, “Jonathan, you’re not the only person in that apartment who is keeping secrets. Kat has not been completely honest with you about Lisa.”

Wait what?

Dr. Popova said, “It is important for Kat and Lisa mardin escort bayan to resolve their differences. This is why I am insisting that Lisa participate in your treatment. Until Kat and LIsa reach an understanding, we cannot move into the final phase of your treatment.”

Kat wasn’t telling me the truth? “Wait, Doctor,” I said, “Is Kat lying to me?”

Dr. Popova ignored my question though.

“Your job, Jonathan, is very simple. You must get Lisa to spend the night. If you do that, I will reward you with an orgasm. A real orgasm, Jonathan.”

Oh god how I longed to cum. I thought about that. But I was also thinking about Kat’s lie. Was she lying to me? And also… how the fuck was I going to get Lisa to spend the night? I couldn’t just invite her over. Kat would kill me.

I saw Dr. Popova reach offscreen, and felt my devices change programs. They went from low simmer to high heat. I felt my cage stroking my cock, my ass suddenly filling as my probe swelled and pulsed inside me.

“Oh god, Doctor!” I said, forgetting all of my questions.

“Yes, Jonathan, this is just a taste of your reward. A real orgasm, Jonathan. A mind-blowing orgasm. Perhaps the best one you’ve ever had. All you have to do is get Lisa to spend the night.”

I closed my eyes, feeling my long-denied orgasm begin to build in my balls.

Dr Popova said, “Imagine how good it will feel to finally achieve orgasm, Jonathan. I will send you Lisa’s number Jonathan. Figure it out and you will be rewarded. I will reward you. Lisa will reward you. Kat will reward you.”

Then, all of a sudden, my devices went back to low simmer and Dr. Popova was gone.

Needless to say, I had a lot on my mind as I got to work that morning. I brought Kat a cup of coffee in bed, waking her up. She seemed to have slept through my call with Dr. P, and I was relieved about that. But I was in my head about what was coming, and I had no idea how I was going to carry out Dr. P’s orders.

Kat mostly ignored me through the morning. We worked side by side on the couch, banging through a queue of work, and I was grateful for the distraction. Kat left my devices on low, and I felt mostly a background buzz of sexual energy.

That changed at lunchtime though. Kat had me order a pizza for lunch, sending me to the lobby in pants, a robe, a pair of her room-mate’s too-small fuzzy slippers, and a mask to pick up the delivery. I got a dirty look from the delivery guy, but didn’t run into Lisa.

I was actually kinda hoping I might see her–I could maybe find a way to encourage her to stay later. I actually checked the directory in the lobby, thinking I could sneak past her apartment for a quick conversation. Then I realized that I didn’t even know her last name. I knew that I should just text her–Dr. P had sent me her number, but I was too chicken shit–and I was scared that maybe Kat could see what was going on with my phone. I mean I know Dr. P could, so… So I didn’t make contact with Lisa and just returned to the apartment with the pizza.

We were eating pizza in the living room when Kat said, “You know you’re going to have to put the bra back on, JB?”

“Kat…” I started to object.

“I promised Lisa titties, and you’re going to deliver,” she said sternly.

I thought I’d try to bargain, though I knew I had absolutely no leverage. “Kat, can we make a deal?”

“JB, that’s really funny,” she said. “You know I can make you do anything I want–I own your cock, remember? You want a reminder?” She picked up her phone and waved it at me.

“No! Please, just hear me out…” I said.

“Ok, buddy,” she said, “but tread carefully.”

“OK, maybe not a deal then. Can I just please make a request?”

Kat looked at me. I knew that I was heading into dangerous territory. She nodded.

“Please don’t make me wear the bra full time. That’s it. That’s my request.”

Kat looked at me. “You’re really that worried about the bra? Really?”

“I hate it, Kat,” I said.

Kat seemed to consider that for a moment. “You don’t crave the pleasure it gives you?” she asked.

I shook my head. I felt mostly humiliation.

“You’ll learn,” she said. “In fact, I think it’s time for your next lesson. Come with me, JB.” She stood up and walked out of the living room where we were eating, heading down the hall. I followed her to her room-mate’s room.

She pointed to the bed. “Lie down,” she said. “On your back. I’ll be right back.”

She came back with the box of toys, which she set on the floor.

“I’m going to blindfold you now. You ready?”

I was not ready. I was just desperate to avoid whatever was about to happen. “Kat, we have to work!”

“I’ll cover for you,” she said. “I’ve decided that you’re going to be pretty unavailable for the rest of the day.”

Oh fuck.

She blindfolded me, then took my wrist and cuffed it. I felt her pull, attaching the other end of the cuff to the bedpost. She worked her way around me, securing my wrists and escort mardin ankles, then activated the cuffs, retracting the slack. I tested my bonds. I could barely move. I heard the bed creak as I pulled.

“Don’t break the bed!” she laughed. I heard her walk out of the room, and then heard water running in the bathroom.

When she came back in, she said, “I’m going to wash your cock and balls now, JB. Get you ready for later.”

She had me lift my hips and she slid a towel underneath me. I heard a quiet click as she unlocked my cage, then the cuff around my balls. I felt the probe in my ass go quiet. Then her hands were on me, gently removing everything. I gasped as she removed the probe from my ass. It felt amazing to be free!

Then, even more amazing, I felt a hot washcloth on me. From what I could tell, she had a bowl of hot water, and was using it and the cloth to clean me, gently, thoroughly. It felt unbelievable, relaxing, sexy. I sighed as she worked on me, felt the tension leaving my body, even as I felt my cock gradually hardening. She left the room again, and I heard water running again. I guess she was cleaning all of my devices too. By the time she got back, my erection had subsided a bit, but not for long.

I felt her hand. On my cock. Her bare hand. On my bare cock. Not even moving. Just holding me firmly. Oh fuhhhhhck.

“Kaaaat,” I sighed.

“You like?” she asked, teasing.

“Of course I like!” I said

She started stroking, so very slowly. “I bet I could make you cum in like 15 seconds, JB,” she said.

“Oh fuck, Kat!”

“But that would suck for both of us, wouldn’t it?” she said. “After all this waiting, you want a good one, don’t you?”

“Kat, I…” then I hesitated. I knew that I couldn’t ask.

“Go ahead, JB. Tell me what you want,” she said. “You have my permission to ask for anything.”

“Oh god, Kat. Yeah, please, make me cum, but make it a good one, pleaaaase!” I was desperate.

But she just kept stroking, slowly. Then, oh my god, I felt the bed shift, and felt her hot breath on my cock!

“I could take you in my mouth, JB,” she said. “Would you like that?”

“Oh god, Kat!” I said. “Please PLEASE take me in your mouth!”

“Yeah, that would feel so sooo good for you, JB,” she said. “But I don’t really want to do that right now.”

“Oh fuck, Kat! Anything! I’ll do anything if you take me in your mouth!”

“JB, I thought you read enough chastity porn to know not to use that word. You really just offered me ‘anything.’ Did you mean that?”

Fuck. “I…”

She kept stroking slowly with her hand. I felt the tip of her tongue on my balls. Oh god! She licked around my balls for a moment. An incredible moment. The greatest moment in my life so far.

Anything? Did I mean it? God I couldn’t think!

Then she stopped. She took her hand away.

“Never mind,” she said, sitting up, leaving my cock and balls waving in the wind. “Too slow.”

“Oh god, Kat!” I said again, for what felt like the thousandth time.

“You seem pretty worked up there, JB,” she said. “How about you do something easy for me, and I’ll give you a chance to cum?”

“Oh yes, please Kat,” I said. “What do you want me to do?”

“Beg me to put the bra back on,” she said. “Beg to wear it until Lisa leaves tonight. Show me that you want to please me, and our guest.”

Fuck, I should have never asked. But she’d just offered me a chance to cum. If I’d been thinking clearly, I would have known that a chance to cum is very much not the same thing as actually cumming, but my brain had pretty much shut down. She’d won.

“Kat, please let me wear the bra,” I said.

“What’s that JB? I thought you hated the bra.”

“I can’t wait to put the bra on, Kat. I only want to please you. Please! Please let me wear the bra for the rest of the day! Please let me wear it until Lisa leaves!”

“You’re a terrible liar, JB, but I do love to hear you beg,” she said. I felt her unlock my wrists. She said, “Sit up.”

In no time at all, she’d fit the bra back on me, locked it in place, then laid me back down and re-secured my wrists.

“You’re pretty cute there, Mr. Tits,” she said, laughing. She grabbed my still rock hard cock and gave it a squeeze, then started stroking firm and fast. “Tell me when you’re ready to cum, but DO NOT cum without my permission!”

Oh my god! Her hand moved hard and fast on me. She wasn’t wasting any time and it felt amazing. Her other hand grabbed my balls and started squeezing. Hard. Then harder. It hurt and it felt incredible all at once. I was at the edge in seconds.

“Oh god, Kat,” I shouted, “I’m gonna…” But she was too fast, and her hands were gone in an instant. I felt my cock bobbing at the edge of orgasm. I tried to hold it back, desperate to avoid cumming without her permission, terrified of the punishment that I would face. I held my breath. Then I breathed deeply, willing myself to recover, to move back from the red zone.

After a moment, a terrible moment, Kat said, “Good job, JB.” She laughed. “That was really close!”

I felt her lean over and then she kissed me. Our tongues found each other as she kissed me hard. “I like your mouth, JB,” she said. “I’m going to enjoy feeling it between my legs tonight. Are you looking forward to that, JB?”

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