The Wicked Game Chronicles : The Devil and Mr Brownlow

or some reason, I felt embarrassed as I walked along the hotel corridor in search of the room. The hotel was plush and I thought I saw Ms Duivel in the lobby bar with a group of women but couldn’t be sure. At last I found the room, used the key the room and entered, closing the door behind me.

It was a large room with a bed along one wall and a small table and two dining chairs around it. Stripping my clothes off, I hung them in the closet. I caught a glimpse of myself in the closet mirror and smiled ruefully at the silver contraption around my genitals. A grow excitement rose in me as I realised I was going to get relief and my imprisoned cock groaned in pain as it fought vainly for full erection.

At least I didn’t have to wait long as Ms Duivel bustled in flushed with drink and carrying a large bag. Without a word, she moved one of the dining chairs to the centre of the room facing the bed. “Sit here,” she said and I did. Quickly, she used leather straps and buckles to fasten both my wrists to the arms of the chair and my ankles to the chair legs. Feeling helpless and vulnerable, I looked at her in shock and a small hard laugh escaped her luscious lips.

“Shut your eyes,” she said and, after I did, I felt her paste a strip of tape across the closed eyelids. “And to make sure you can’t peep,” she laughed and I felt a strip of cloth, a blindfold cover my eyes completely. I was in total darkness and totally at her mercy.

“Kid,” she said, a note of triumph in her voice, “in a few moments, a gang of gals from the office are going to come up here and watch you get your rocks off.” I stiffened in shock and she laughed. “You should have asked for more details of the deal, baby.”

“No, please,” I cried,

“It’s going to happen. And here’s the fun part. You won’t know who’s seen you like this and who now knows about that little cock killer you wear. I’ve told them to keep quite and just to watch but I’m sure they’ll enjoy seeing your cock and watching you cum. This will be fun.”

“Please, Ms Duivel, don’t do this to me.”

“Could be Nicole or maybe Sandra. Who knows? The good thing is they will know and you won’t!”

“Please,” I croaked.

“Hey, you wanted to cum. You chose option three.”

“Please, don’t,” I sobbed.

Suddenly, a knock on the door focussed my attention. “Too late,” I heard her say with gJudy and the door opened. “Ok ladies,” I heard her say. “You know the rules. You can’t say anything as we don’t want him to recognise your voices.”

I strained to hear something, anything, as it had occurred to me that Ms Duivel might be pretending to have other people in the room. “There he is, girls.” Suddenly, I heard a number of soft giggles as if they were stifled with hands or handkerchiefs. She wasn’t kidding, there were other people in the room!

“As you can see, he’s all locked up.” More soft giggles and a louder girlish titter. “And he’s been locked up for about three weeks.” My straining ears heard a sharp intake of breath. “So girls, you see your very presence has been driving him mad for that time. He’s been constantly horny, he just couldn’t get hard!” A small burst of faint laughter and I guessed there was four or five, maybe more, extra women in the room.

I felt a finger fumbling on the device and, suddenly, my cock was free. Relief! “Do you still want to try?” I heard Ms Duivel ask someone. “Ok, go ahead,” she said and I felt someone stand close to me, a soft hand behind my head and a soft nervous giggle.

Lush lips pressed against mine in a long gorgeous kiss, a kiss I lost myself in and my cock jumped into full rigid erection, to the muffled sound of much giggling from my audience. I felt ashamed, humiliated and used.

“Now, that’s a good salute to your kiss, girl,” Ms Duivel’s taunting voice echoed in my head. A hand circled my throbbing cock. “Now,” teased Ms Duivel. “Do you feel that nice little hand around your cock, Chrissie?” Muffled giggles. “Do you?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Yes what?” she demanded.

“I feel a hand around my cock.”

“Wonder whose hand it is?” she taunted and I couldn’t help myself as the weeks of pent up desire and the humiliation of the moment hit, causing my cock to swell and I gasped and groaned in exquisite release. The hand quickly withdrew as my sperm spurted out to a muffled exclamation of surprise. “Well,” Ms Duivel pronounced. “Obviously got too much for him. No big deal. Champagne for everyone!” She moved close to me as I heard the clink of glasses. “Got to keep you occupied,” she said. I felt some thing slipped over my ears and orchestral music filled my head. Headphones connected to a portable stereo so I couldn’t hear their conversation.

I don’t know how long I sat there in my imposed darkness, listening to music, naked while I imagined them laughing and talking about me as they enjoyed champagne. It felt like hours but was probably only forty-five minutes or so.

Ms Duivels voice seemed loud after the music. “Welcome back, Chrissie,” she said and a few giggles echoed. The giggles were a little louder now, probably from the effects of the champagne. “Ok, we still have the other thing to do.”

Head bowed as someone wiped my crotch and then, I heard a buzzing noise. “Who wants to do it? Ok, here you go.” The buzzing grew closer and I felt pressure on my groin as some anonymous woman shaved the returning pubic hair. I felt so embarrassed and so ashamed.

Something wet which I took to be shaving foam was applied. “Now, no sudden moves, Chrissie.” Laughter and I felt a razor over my balls and groin. I was wiped clean and my cock stirring all through the operation, now stood proudly.

“He’s really back,” Ms Duivel laughed and a burst of female laughter filled the room.

Suddenly, a different set of lips settled on mine and inflicted a long lingering kiss that caused my cock to throb wildly. Gentle fingers ran down the underside of the shaft and I groaned through the kiss.

“Two high school kids in the back seat at the movies,” laughed Ms Duivel. “If only you knew who it was, Chrissie!” A hand closed around my throbbing cock with a squeeze and gently held it. I groaned again.

“This is how it is, kid,” she said and I heard that cold tone in her voice. “One of the ladies from the office is going to jerk you off as a reward for all that work you did. You just won’t know who it was and everyday, when you walk through this building, you’ll wonder who jerked you off. Was it Nicole? Or Thelma? Perhaps, the janitor? Someone you haven’t met?” Muffled laughter. “You’ll wonder who shaved you and, of course, you’ll wonder who else knows your cock and balls are locked up. I tell you, this is great!”

Giggles erupted around me and the hand holding my cock gently squeezed it. “Now, ask her to jerk you off,” she demanded and I knew there was no way out.

“Please jerk me off,” I whispered.

“Louder.”

“Please jerk me off,” I repeated, my cock pulsating in her hand.

“And what will you do for her?”

I wanted to cum badly now. “Anything,” I croaked as the hand started squeezing again.

“Lick pussy?” More titters and giggles around the room.

“Yes, I’ll lick pussy,” I said amidst the laughter and the hand around my rigid cock now started pumping slowly.

“Everyone’s pussy?”

“Yes, yes,” I said desperately as the hand ceased its motion. “Everyone’s pussy.”

Ms Duivel laughed loudly. “Hey, we need a code word so you’ll know who is in our sorority. Any suggestions?”

“No Ms Duivel,” I said softly.

She leaned closed to me so I could smell her perfume. “How about something dear to your heart, Chrissie? How about panties?” Loud laughter. “You love panties so that’s the word. Got it?”

“Yes Ms Duivel.” I wanted the hand to move again.

“So, tell us what happens when a woman says panties to you?”

“I lick their pussy,” I said, face burning in humiliation as a round of applause sounded in the room.

“I think he’s got it.” Loud laughter and the clink of glasses. Suddenly, the hand started moving and it felt wonderful as it slid up and down my slippery cock. My body tensed, I groaned and took deep breaths as the mystery woman jerked me off. “She’s a quick learner,” announced Ms Duivel, followed by raucous laughter.

Tensing, I groaned loudly and shuddered in an orgasm long overdue as she pumped me dry. Another round of applause surrounded me. Embarrassed and humiliated, my head sank to my chest and unseen hands wiped me clean. Another set of hands threaded my shrinking cock through the curved metal tube and, once again, I was locked up in the chastity device.

Through a fog, I heard Ms Duivel say goodbye, the door open and movement as the anonymous women left the room. The door closed and I heard loud laughter through the closed door.

The blindfold and the tape was removed and, blinking in the sudden light, I felt Ms Duivel remove the restraints from my wrists and ankles. The silver metal around my cock glittered in the light and I felt sick at the thought of another period of enforced celibacy.

“The memo about your new promotion will go out tomorrow,” she said, looking down at me.

“Thank you, Ms Duivel,” I said numbly.

“One more thing,” she said, sliding her skirt up. “Panties.” Sighing, I fell to my knees and performed my oral duty. At least, this time, my cock didn’t ache that much.