Mistress Mindy (part 3)
Jeff loved the way Tgirls and CDs were often much more feminine and affectionate than genetic women. Jeff is in for a big surprise when he meets Mindy, who would change his life. I hope you enjoy this work of fiction!
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I returned to my room, very much aware of the large butt plug. I hoped that it didn't affect my walking, because I certainly didn't want anyone to notice anything strange.
I took off my clothes, except for the panties, and sat in a comfortable chair. There was a wet spot on the panties from my pre-cum.
I thought back to my time with Mindy. It was really hot, but I still really needed to cum. I thought about sucking her, and what she said. She called me a panty-boy cocksucker.
I didn't like the sound of that, but it was accurate. I also realized, that, unlike with other girls, I was not just "going down on my lady" – I had given a blowjob! I still considered myself straight – after all, I was not at all attracted to men, but was to women. Still, straight men weren't normally cocksuckers, and I was a cocksucker, as of today.
I wondered what I had gotten myself into – should I stop seeing Mindy? That was out of the question – I NEEDED to see her!
My phone chimed to signal a text message. I looked and had one from Mindy that said, "Carl will come to your room. I want you to suck him off, wearing only panties."
She wanted me to give another blowjob – and this time to a man!
I began to text her "Hell no!", but thought better of it and erased my text attempt. Instead I just texted her "OK"
I was already wearing only panties, so I didn't have any preparations, so I just awaited Carl's arrival.
A little while later Carl knocked on the door and I let him in. "Thank God you are here!" he said, "I need to cum so badly!"
He unbuckled his trousers, revealing blue panties, which he slipped down, stepping out of them.
To my surprise he had some sort of clear plastic device on his cock, with a small brass lock on it.
"What the hell is that?" I asked.
"It's a CB-3000 chastity device," Car replied, "it keeps me from cumming – do you have the key?"
I recalled the key that Mindy had given me and retrieved it from my pants pocket.
I handed it to Carl and he said, "No, you do it."
"Why?" I asked.
"Mindy has forbidden me to take it off," he explained, "and you are the only other person here."
I unlocked it and set the brass lock aside, but I did not know how to disengage the rest of the device. Carl talked me through it and, as an engineer I was impressed with the clever design. "How long were you locked up in there?" I asked.
"Over two months," Carl replied, "and I am so glad to be able to cum!"
"Remembering that I had unwisely agreed to blow Carl, I took him in my hands and gently massaged him, causing him to quickly grow. He was actually rather small, reaching perhaps four inches in length when erect and about an inch across.
I took him into my mouth as he put his hands on my head. I took him in all the way and still had plenty of room. There was no gagging with this little dick. Just the same, it was a man's dick and I was sucking it. Once again I was being a cocksucker – something I would simply have to accept eventually.
With the extra room in my mouth I moved my tongue around Carl's cock, which he seemed to like. He was really ready to unload, and in a few minutes gave me his load. It filled my mouth and I had to swallow because even more was coming.
Carl was deeply grateful for the blowjob and thanked me, saying I was an exceptional cocksucker – what a strange compliment!
He sat down and rested and we talked.
"Why do you wear that thing?" I asked.
"The CB-3000?" Carl responded, "Because I was unable to stop jacking off."
"Mindy wanted me to go weeks without cumming," Carl continued, "but I just couldn't do it, so she makes me wear it."
"How long have you been seeing Mindy?" I asked.
"About two years now," Carl said, "but she has three other guys, one who has been with her for six years. One of them wears a CB-3000, and the other does not."
"Do you think she is going to make me wear one?" I asked.
"It depends on whether she can trust you not to cum," Carl explained.
"Do they all wear panties?" I asked.
"Oh yes," returned Carl, "and bras." He pulled up his shirt to show me a bra which matched his panties.
"Do you give blowjobs?" I asked.
"Yes, we all do," Carl said, "We are all panty-boy cocksuckers."
"We are all expected to maintain a group of regulars who we suck off whenever they need it," he continued, "I have eleven, and usually blow about half of them every week."
"Is that something you like doing?" I asked.
"Not at first, but we all warmed up to it over time," he said.
"Why do you do it?" I asked.
"You know how persuasive Mindy can be," Carl replied, "We do it out of our loyalty and commitment to her."
It was time for Carl to leave, so he guided me in putting the CB-3000 back on him and locking him securely. I went to hand him the key and he replied, "No, I am not allowed to hold the key – give it to Mindy."
After Carl left I had a lot to think about. I could probably avoid being locked up if I could maintain my willpower, but to maintain a set of regulars to blow? That's not what he had bargained for!
I went to bed and lay there, considering my situation. Mindy was so hot I thought I would do nearly anything for her – but finding guys to blow regularly? That seemed pretty extreme!
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