Uncommon Law

She was not tanned but she had an almost Mediterranean complexion. The overall impression was one of radiant good health but, more than that, the suggestion of a demanding lover.

She was obviously a woman used to being admired and, even naked, she held herself with a certain arrogance. It was extremely arousing but that simply translated into a sharp pain as my burgeoning erection was cruelly constricted.

A half smile touched her lips as she sat down on the bed and slowly parted her legs.

"We have a little unfinished business."

My immediate urge was to throw her on the bed and engage in a feral, no holds barred, bout of lovemaking but, in order to do that, I needed her to free me. All I had to do was ask but some stubborn instinct held me in check.

Instead, I decided that I would play her at her own game. Whilst performing oral sex is not my favourite pastime I do consider myself to be a skilful practitioner. I decided that I would arouse her so much that it would be her doing the begging.

I went to my knees and surveyed her sex which was lit by the glare of the setting sun softened only by a set of voile curtains at the window. It looked perfectly formed and inviting, the sharp divide already a little open.

On entering her room I could not help but notice that it smelt distinctly feminine, not least because her perfume still lingered in the air, but now it was overlain with a different womanly scent. She was already very excited and that could only make my task easier.

It was tempting to plunge straight in but I remained composed. I trailed kisses slowly up her inner thigh until I reached the border of her mons. I dwelt there a while, tracing way my along the crease, and was pleased as she gave an appreciative squirm.

Building on my success I switched my attention to her other leg and repeated the manoeuvre prompting her to open her legs wider still.

I decided that the time had come to take things up a notch but I was shocked to find that the coverlet beneath her was being discoloured by a slowly expanding dampness. I flatter myself on my appeal, and my prowess, but I could not see that my efforts up to that point would be enough to account for her excitement.

My intention had been to tease her just a little more but, as I slowly drew my tongue over her pudenda, her sex seemed to part and my tongue was embraced by the delicate folds of her inner lips.

I was very experienced but I had never encountered anything quite like this. She demonstrated a degree of control over her own body that was unsettling but a renewed pain from my groin signalled approval.

If her inner heat could be taken as a measure of her arousal then she was very close to the edge. Her taste was flooding my mouth but, outwardly, she retained a cool demeanour.

I shifted myself just a little, so that I could focus on her clitoris and regain the initiative, but she put her hand on my head to keep me where I was. I felt my tongue being gently squeezed, an odd rippling motion, and then I was sucked deeper.

I was almost at full stretch but her body tensed and a fresh gout of moisture heralded the onset of an orgasm.

Her mouth was firmly closed and she took rapid, controlled, breaths though her nose this being the sum total of her apparent response. Her climax ebbed as quickly as it had arrived and I was left back at square one.

My initial plan may have failed but I certainly felt that I had done enough to find favour and the thought provoked another twinge of discomfort.

I began to extricate my tongue but she gave an admonitory squeeze.

"Not yet, I haven't finished."

Her greediness was beginning to make me angry but, unusually for me, I did not react. There was, perhaps, an opportunity to bring my plan to fruition after all. I presumed that she was still buzzing and it would not take much, on my part, to bring her back to the boil.

By this stage I could have done with a drink. My mouth was thick with the taste of her but I did not want to lose the moment. She relaxed a little, allowing my imprisoned tongue a degree of freedom, and I began to work at her with a series of teasing thrusts.

As I pressed home her muscles sought to hold me but each time I slipped away only to push again when I felt the tension ease off. In this way we fell into a rhythm but the minutes stole by without me getting any nearer to my goal.

At one point I decided that a change of tactics was needed but she seemed to read my mind and gently slapped my face with her thigh to keep me in situ.

Through it all she was still lubricating freely and I was having to swallow regularly to keep my mouth clear. The taste and smell of her was dulling my senses but it did nothing to alleviate the growing aches in my jaw and my knees.

After a further lengthy spell I felt as if I was zoning out but she wanted my total attention. She slipped her legs over my shoulders and twined her ankles slowly pulling me in. I was pressed hard against the furnace of her sex and it became difficult to breathe.

I could no longer use my tongue but it ceased to matter. Her powerful thighs were constricting the sides of my head with an unremitting, pulsing, pressure as she started to come for a second time.

At its zenith she was squeezing so hard that my ears began to ring but, as she finally relaxed, I became aware of a new sound. It was the peal of laughter punctuated by the clapping of hands.

As I gathered myself I was astonished to find Naomi and Beth standing behind us looking on with amusement.

"You enjoyed that one."

I assumed that Naomi was addressing her remark to Ellen and not to me but, if I was surprised by their openness with one another, I was even less prepared for what happened next.

Naomi slipped off her gown and sat down next to her flat mate; as though choreographed Ellen brought her legs together as Naomi opened hers wide. The import was obvious but I remained stunned to disbelief.

"Come on soldier, the three of us? It must be the chance of a lifetime."

As she spoke, Ellen gave her room and she moved across a little leaving me staring between her legs.

Compared to Ellen her sex was markedly different. Her inner lips were protuberant, like the petals of some exotic orchid on which tiny droplets caught the sun and proclaimed her arousal.

The turn of events had me reeling and, for reasons I could not explain, I felt a measure of apprehension but the very idea of being able to spend the night with these three goddesses had my heart pounding.

The problem was that the stronger my heartbeat the greater the pain from what would otherwise have been a fierce erection. I put my hand to my groin but found no ease. I had to stand up and do something about it but, as I made to move, Beth knelt down beside me.

She slipped her arm around my shoulder and put her face next to mine. She was wearing a subtle perfume which seemed perfectly suited to her, and I was reminded that I must still smell strongly of Ellen, but she did not seem to notice.

"Don't you think she's beautiful?"

I wondered if, perhaps, there was something between them and this sent more blood coursing south with the inevitable result but, even as I winced, Beth applied a gentle pressure and whispered.

"Show me what you can do..."

The fact was that I had no great desire to perform for Naomi's benefit. That is not to say that I did not find her attractive. Under other circumstances I would have bedded her in a flash. It was her disdainful attitude that irritated me, her cocksure assumption that I would comply.

I think that, but for Beth's inducement, I would have refused but there was something bewitching about her. With Ellen the appeal lay in the directness of her no nonsense approach but with Beth it was something more subtle. It was as if she were offering an invitation to hidden places with new experiences and I was slyly lured in.

Her hand was now at the back of my head, her fingers twining in my hair, but all the time urging me downwards.

As I surrendered to the closure of Noami's thighs I caught the freshness of shower gel on her skin but this was quickly swamped by a more natural scent which was reinforced as my tongue met the plump softness of her labia.

I tried to press inside but the slickness of her lips made it difficult. My continued attempts resulted in me licking along the sensitive fringes and this was much to her liking. She stretched languorously and began to stroke the back of my head as Beth slowly withdrew.

"That's so nice...just take your time."

It was no longer the act itself but the fact of being watched, even judged, that I found disconcerting. In some indefinable way it felt demeaning but I could not back out without losing face.

I carried on licking until she demanded more and I felt a brief moment of triumph as she brought her fingers into play to lay her clitoris open to my attentions.

It was deep set within its fleshy folds but her reaction as I began to use the tip of my tongue was immediate. She gasped and became very still, not wanting me to stop, but, at the same time, I could feel within her the urge to ride with the waves of pleasure that she was experiencing.

The tension created by these disparate impulses fed her developing climax to the point where all control was lost. Her body began to quake and she clawed at the counterpane with her fingernails.

I hooked my arms under her legs so that I could stay with her but it was all I could do just to keep my mouth on her sex.

She was cursing under her breath and, like Ellen, she found relief by squeezing my head between her legs. She was not as strong but the results were equally distressing. As she started to come I was jolted back and forth with no concern for my weakened neck.

Each time I thought it was over she confounded me by applying renewed pressure as she sought to wring out every last drop.

Such was my physical state that it was a few seconds before I realized that I had been released but I was pleased to see that she looked unsteady on her feet.

I knew that Beth would want a turn but I had nothing left to give. I would never have thought that it could be so exhausting.

At least they now seemed sympathetic to my plight. Ellen took my hand and helped me up and I gratefully flopped onto the bed. She lay beside me smiling as she ran a finger across my cheek.

"Look how red you are."

Naomi, still naked, joined us so that I was lying trapped between them It was a scene that would have had any man bursting at the prospect but I groaned in painful frustration. When Beth slid onto the bed as well it was almost more than I could bear.

She was still wearing her shift but as she rose up over me I saw that she had removed her harem pants. For a fleeting moment I thought that she was sporting a black thong but then realized that her mons was dressed with a dense growth of short dark hair.

It formed a sharp, expensively maintained, inky black triangle and I tried to escape as her intent became clear.

Ellen and Naomi, anticipating my move, gently but firmly held me in place as Beth slid her knees over my shoulders.

"Beth, I'm finished."

I smiled up at her apologetically but to no avail.

"Oh no you haven't."

Ellen and Naomi formed the walls of my tomb and Beth proceeded to seal me in. She inched forward and then slowly descended shutting out the light. She had a slighter frame than the others but the weight now bearing down on me was suffocatingly heavy.

To add to my discomfort her dark pelt was sodden and, as she settled on my face, it was like trying to breathe through a damp cloth. I tried not to panic knowing that, in extremis, I could fight my way free but the moral code that a man did not hurt a woman was deeply ingrained.

I did attempt a struggle, which could be construed as playful, but they immediately pinned me more tightly and I caught the muffled sound of laughter.

I reacted by refusing to co-operate. As far as I was concerned the game was over but they had other ideas. I felt their hands stroking my body teasing my chest, stomach and thighs and then a surer grip at my groin.

Knowing fingers were kneading my sac, setting up a sensation that was almost painful, and then I felt a thumb tormenting the very tip of my manhood through the imprisoning cage. I jerked my hips involuntarily and then grimaced as the thrust of my erection was bitten back.

They returned to stroking my body until I calmed down but then I was gripped once more. The touch felt a little different this time but the result was the same. The cage allowed just enough access for a devilish intrusion and I opened my mouth in a silent, frustrated, scream.

Beth judged the moment to perfection and settled more fully on my face with her sex filling my mouth. Moisture escaped her like a squeezed sponge adding her taste to the cocktail that I had already swallowed.

She wanted my tongue but I felt completely drained not helped by the fact that I was sweating freely in the fetid darkness.

Still their hands continued to stroke and tantalize but I was starting to feel detached from reality. Finally, Beth lost patience; if I was not prepared to give then she was going to take. She lifted herself fractionally and then began to rub herself over my features.

At first her movements were constrained but as my face became wetter she increased her tempo until she was jerking her hips at a frantic rate and I could hardly breathe. I began to struggle but, with the help of the others, she simply rode me down.

I knew I had to fight them off but I felt myself getting light headed and the last thing that I remembered with any clarity was Beth screaming into my face.

"Stay with me you bastard!"

Chapter 3

As I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror I could only put it down to temporary insanity. Their laughter, as they ushered me into a taxi, still rang in my ears.

My sleep had been fitful but, having showered and shaved, I felt a little less jaded. My jaw ached and my face still felt sore but there were no outward signs of my ordeal unless, of course, you included the fact that I was still locked in the restraint.

They had pushed all the right buttons telling me that I had proved myself a real man with a unique understanding of a woman's needs. My reward? The promise of a weekend foursome and the chance to be seen out with all three of them with bragging rights.

As I thought more about it their insight was almost uncanny. Sex, with three of the most beautiful women imaginable, amounted to a lottery win but there was almost something more beguiling about the idea of presenting them to my friends afterwards and assuring myself of legendary status.

They just wanted me to play a game.

They told me that there was just a single key to the padlock. I was to be given the opportunity to spend time with each of them in turn and then I had to guess which one of them was the keyholder.

I do not recall actually giving my agreement but it suddenly seemed accepted that the game was on. I definitely remember thinking that the restraint was merely symbolic and that it would not take a great of effort to remove it.

How wrong could I be?

On taking my leave of the girls I was suffering with one of the worse cases of blue balls imaginable. I decided that I would try and sleep it off but I kept on waking with my hand between my legs and the nagging ache of a thwarted erection.

Now that it was time for work I convinced myself that it was simply a matter of self discipline. Fortunately, the restraint was not obvious under my trousers and, for minutes at a time, I almost forgot that I was wearing it.

The trouble started as soon as I left the car park and entered the office. I was used to the attention that I received from the young women about the building, not least the secretarial staff, but I had not realized the extent to which my body reacted to it. In each case it was only a minor stirring but enough to remind me of my predicament.

I made it to my office and fired up my PC. I needed to bring myself up to speed on current developments in European employment law. I had been entrusted with, potentially, one of the most lucrative cases in the history of the firm. I knew that, if I pulled it off, I would make senior partner and my name would be added to the firm's letterhead.

It was a major commission for someone of my experience but I had an edge having spent a year of my degree course studying 'droit communautaire' at the Sorbonne.

I became so engrossed that I did not notice Mrs. P when she came into the room. The tea trolley service was an anachronism and I was not aware of any other firm that maintained the tradition. Mrs. P had started out in the job as a sixteen year old and now, in her late forties, she was regarded as an institution.

She always sported the same apron, tightly cinched, to make the most of her ample charms which were further accentuated by the open neck blouses that she chose to wear. It was almost de rigeur to flirt with her.

"Trying to ignore me?"

She placed my usual cup of Assam on the desk and straightened a stray curl.

"Of course not Mrs. P. How could I?"

We had exchanged this playful banter almost every day since I arrived but today there was something different. My eyes lingered just a little too long on her exposed cleavage and I was unusually aware of her distinctive perfume.

I was told that she was quite a beauty in her day and even now, as a divorced mother of two, she could hold her own with women years younger.

"Not quite yourself today? Those young ladies wearing you out? You need someone to look after you."

It was nothing that she had not said a hundred times before but today it seemed imbued with a fresh significance. I told myself that it was nonsense but a sudden cramp in my groin had me involuntarily reaching beneath the desk.

"Sorry, Mrs P. I must get on."

She looked at me, at first, a little strangely but then with a vestige of a knowing smile on her lips.

"I'll close the door behind me shall I?"

As she walked from the room my eyes dropped to her shapely backside and there was definitely just a little more sashay about her.

As soon as the door was closed I unfastened my trousers but, instead of freeing my erection, my hand found the unyielding perspex that denied it.

I cursed in frustration and tidied myself up.

Instead of returning to my research I called up the browser and typed in 'chastity device'.

I had deliberately avoided the word 'belt' in my search terms to try and exclude references to medieval maidens but, nevertheless, I still expected the results to be heavily weighted towards female chastity.

I was surprised, therefore, to find an extensive netherworld devoted to present day male chastity both voluntary and involuntary. It seemed to be an accepted gay sub-culture but that was negligible when set against bulk of the material available which put in very much in the arena of female dominance.

I was particularly shocked by the many cases where men were being denied sex altogether whilst still being expected to fulfil the needs of their partners. Lost in thought I looked away from the screen and stared at the guest chair in the corner of the room. An image came unbidden to my mind in which Mrs P. occupied the chair whilst I prostrated myself before her.

It was a ridiculous idea but the renewed pain from the device brought a tear to my eye and I had to reach for a tissue.

I decided to take an early lunch but made of the mistake of taking a walk in the park where the office girls in their summer dresses put a severe strain on my self control.

In the afternoon I knuckled down and I was almost in a position to put the finishing touches to my case papers which had taken the best part of three months to prepare. I just needed to collate the material prepared by my two paralegals and I was ready for court.