Sex addiction

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[kiasusam]

She is the sole owner and has the whole thing programmed to her exact specifications. Each morning she would check in with him and give him his tasks for the day. If he pleased her during the week, she would visit, if not, she would not.

She informed him that he had enough supplies for a month and would be instructed on what to do when he was to be re-supplied. She then asked a question that really puzzled him.

"Did you ever work Construction Steve?"

He indicated that he had, back when he worked his way through college to which she giggled that it showed in his shoulders and would come in handy now.

Nodding, she informed him that his task was to rebuild the wall around the back patio. The stones he was to use were on the other side of the island, so it might get a little tiring, but, she added for emphasis and with a hint of malicious glee in her voice, it certainly would keep that fine muscular body of his in shape for her.

As he started to ask her more questions, which he of course had plenty of, the TV suddenly shut off. In frustration he pounded the bare table in a fury. He wanted to know answers and most importantly to him that minute, he wanted to know how long he was going to have to wear this goddamn cage!!

After finding food for breakfast, Steve went out exploring the Island again, looking for the patio and of course the supplies. When he found the patio his heart sank. It was going to be a hell of a job as it was 50 x 50 and no foundation even existed.

As he walked to the other side of the island his heart sank even further when he discovered just a big pile of bricks and a small metal drum with some 100 lb bags of mortar mix. Realising he better do as instructed until another plan arose, he struggled to pull the supplies over to the patio.






All day he struggled, muscles straining, sweat pouring off in buckets as the Tropical sun beat down on his naked ass.

90 miles away, Gloria, sitting at her desk flipped on the feed to her computer and watched the display and luxuriated in air conditioned comfort.

She was getting incredibly turned on watching him heave, sweat and struggle with the stones and unconsciously she reached down and felt her pussy through her panties, and as she suspected, they were drenched. The thought that she was sitting in her air conditioned comfortable office slowly frigging away while watching her "slave" toil in the sun, completely naked and cock all bound and controlled made her hornier than she had ever been in her life.



That evening, as Steve showered, she watched him again on her computer, pushing herself over the edge as he desperately tried to rub himself to an orgasm through his cage. After 45 minutes, he gave up in frustration and dropped to his knees almost weeping, pounding the floor of the shower and cursing up a storm. As he screamed in impotent, desperate and throbbing rage, Gloria once again brought herself to a screaming orgasm watching his performance as she rubbed and teased herself with her vibrator.



She shuddered and moaned as her fluids rushed over her hands, and she spread herself naked before the screen, imagining his frustration and desperation throbbing in his cage. She loved this so much, and it awoke in her dark desires she never knew she had. She couldn't wait until the weekend.

Steve was sleeping very fitfully, tossing and turning, dripping in sweat. Flipping over onto his stomach he moaned lightly as he rubbed his cock, still in its cage, helplessly on the bare mattress.



He was still asleep, and having a wonderful, and at the same time terrible dream. In his dream he was chained to a bed in a strange house, and all around him were women, all beautiful and all incredibly horny.



They each took turns riding his face while one or two sucked his cock which, as you would expect, was unbelievably hard. In the dream he kept getting closer and closer to cumming, but at the last minute they would stop stimulating him and he would just throb, desperately hanging on the edge as they all pointed and laughed at his desperate gyrations but then began sucking him again.

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Even his dreams were tormenting him now as his lack of sexual release was affecting him an all levels. As he became more desperate, the part of his body that was still conscious tried desperately to get some friction to release the cum that was boiling in his balls. Right as he was approaching blastoff in his dream, the TV set turned on he woke up.





"DAMN IT!!" Steve screamed as he realised his dream had been cut short right at the last moment. He looked down at himself, face down on his bed, dry humping the mattress like crazy and he was humiliated as his face filled with shame. He knew Gloria was watching all of this, and as her voice filled the room from the TV, she was laughing at him. His tortured and denied lust obviously was very amusing for her.





Shaking the cobwebs out of his head he sat up quickly and tried to cover himself. Knowing the drill, he sat in the chair and awaited his instructions for the day, taking care to be as charming as possible, hoping he could still weasel out of his situation somehow.

"My, My, My Steve" Gloria started. "You sure do know how to put on a show."



Her grinning face filled the screen, but today was different. He noticed she was dressed very provocatively; leather teddy, long black stockings, push up bra, and as she came into focus his eyes greedily devoured her incredibly sexy image. The past few days had been the longest he had gone without getting off since he could remember, and he was climbing the walls.

Steve winced as he felt his cock try to burst out of its cage, growing hard at the sight of her, but denied room to expand to the fullest.

Even though Gloria was his tormentor, she was still a very beautiful woman, and with him lost in a haze of denied lust, as well as being denied ANY other female company or even image on this island, his bulging balls were happy to see her.

Steve forced a grin onto his face and then noticed that on a chain, hanging between her glorious breasts and nestled in her cleavage was a gold chain, and on it, a key.



"Ah, I see you spotted the most important object in your sad little world" Gloria continued as she picked the chain up in her fingers and began to swing it back and forth. "Yes, this little piece of metal is now the center of your whole universe. This is the key to your cage and whether you earn the right to have me use it is really up to you. Today is Tuesday and I already am planning a getaway for this weekend. Now, if you keep being good I may decide to come to the Island Friday Night instead of flying up to New York."

Steve smiled. Although he was incredibly angry obviously at his situation, this was the first time in days that even the HINT of possible relief for his aching balls was suggested. He again decided that the best policy was to play along with whatever Gloria suggested and hope for an opportunity for escape presenting itself at the right time.

For now however, he only had one thought and one thought only, and that was getting out of this cage and blowing his load as soon as possible.

"So here is the deal. IF I decide to visit, don't think you can overpower me or pull some other stunt. As you know, this whole island is being monitored by video, so ANY funny business and some of my "friends" will come and teach you a lesson you won't forget."

Steve nodded in agreement, and added that even though he is most distressed about his situation, he could never hurt a woman. This wasn't idle talk and Gloria sensed he was telling the truth.

Steve, although a dog in his former life, was not a monster and the idea of ever striking a woman was an impossibility to him no matter what might provoke him. No, she would be safe with him, although she knew she would have to be careful.

What also was dawning to Steve was how, even though this whole situation was completely intolerable, and he should be absolutely furious at Gloria, he found her incredibly exciting and in some weird, dark, and until now unknown kinky side of him thought he might be oddly enjoying his treatment. Part of his brain was really getting off on being so completely dominated by this woman and it both intrigued and shamed him to realise it.

"I am glad you agree Steve, as I would hate to see anything "bad" happen to you if you were to try something stupid. Now, Today I have a special assignment for you, but it is different than yesterday. I have some workman coming to the Island to make a few "modifications" for me, so when you hear the horn on the boat as it moors at the dock, you are to lay down on the bed, and attach those manacles to your feet and wrists. The workman will go about their business and will make sure you can get out before they leave. Do NOT speak to them or make any attempt to escape. They have all been informed of your situation and work for ME, so they will NOT speak to you in any way unless they need your cooperation. Understand?"

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[kiasusam]

Steve gulped as he realised his shame would now be broadcast to others as up to now he had not seen another soul on the island other than Gloria. He was also not hopeful that this was a method for possible escape, as he was worried about what these "workman" might do to him when he was naked and helpless.



Even on a more practical note he also worried about how they would all think him a giant fool, letting himself get caught into this situation. When Gloria mentioned that, as a special treat for him, and realising he might be craving a bit of female companionship, she went to the trouble of contracting with a firm that had hot girls as workers and she giggled at his response as his face turned red.




Steve blushed even harder as he thought about these hot girls looking at him chained to the bed, naked and his cock encased in it's little plastic prison and obviously laughing their asses off at his predicament. Hearing her speak he knew that this was going to be the most humiliating day of his life.



Gloria explained that he was to do whatever the girls asked him to do and since she would be watching via closed circuit, any failure to comply with their wishes would be punished. He was not to speak to them at all, but only answer questions they might ask. Steve listened intently to her instructions and again, more questions arose in his head. Who were these girls? What sort of modifications were they making? As he opened his mouth to ask, once again the TV suddenly went black, and Steve was sitting alone in silence.

As he did the day before, he had his breakfast and went down to resume his work on the patio wall. It was backbreaking work, and after just a few minutes he was already drenched in sweat but kept an ear out for the boat, not knowing when it would come. He figured he should continue this project and guessed, and he was correct, that the more he "obeyed" Gloria, the better his treatment would be.

As she had the day before, throughout the day Gloria switched on her live video stream from the Island and lost herself in lusty thoughts watching Steve sweat and struggle. The perspiration running down his back and the fact that his man-fur glistened in sweat caused her to squirm in her seat as her juices were running down her inner thigh. Steve's slavery touched her in ways she could never have imagined.





She was obsessed, and reveled in the fact that whenever she wanted, she could "tune in" to her own little private porn channel, made JUST for her. As she lightly rubbed her clit through her panties, watching Steve lifting the heavy stones up onto the wall, she noticed him stop and look at something on the ground. As he looked around suspiciously, trying to spot the camera outside he picked it up.



Steve knew about the cameras inside the house, but still was unaware that he could be seen EVERYWHERE on the Island, as hidden cameras were dotted all over the island, covering every inch in their scope. Disguised in the trees as coconuts, or on the beach as a rock formation, there was no place he could go where he was unobserved. Gloria knew this, but of course, Steve did not, and when she saw the object in his hand she wondered what he was planning.

The object was a long white feather that must have fallen from a seagull or some other bird. She giggled as she saw Steve run down the path leading to the beach and into a little cove he obviously thought was hidden from her view. Thinking he was out of sight, he started to desperately manipulate the feather under his cock cage.

Gloria gasped as the scene of Steve trying so desperately to pleasure himself made her wetter than she had ever been in her life. That boy was so desperate for release he would do almost anything she thought to herself, and as she watched his display she finally could not control herself or her arousal anymore. As she watched the display intensely she stripped off completely naked and spread her legs wide, putting each foot up on her desk.



Her right hand rubbed light little circles over her nipple while her left slowly curled up into her pussy, using her own fluids to wet the end of her pleasure bud.

[famydao]

nice bro, keep if going strong!!

[kiasusam]

Watching Steve's desperate thrashing in an attempt to get off made her beyond hot and her mind imagined that instead of her hand teasing her clit, it was Steve's tongue instead. And that tongue was attached to his glorious body, bound, desperate and throbbing; willing to do anything on earth to please her. Reveling in her imagination and frigging furiously, she climaxed almost instantly, the first of many she would enjoy that afternoon.



This show went on for hours and to Steve's great disappointment the feather did provide a little stimulation, which his cock sorely needed, but it was not enough to get bring him to orgasm. Sweat pouring off of him for hours, he attempted to stroke himself with the feather through the opening in the cage, but all he ended up doing was making himself more desperate and frustrated than before. Finally disgusted and furious he threw the feather to the ground and pounded it with his fist, tears flowing from his eyes as he grabbed his tortured caged cock and rocked back and forth moaning. He ached so bad he could not stand much more and feared if he didn't get relief soon his sanity would be a casualty.





As he panted and gasped in his horny haze, he heard the horn of the boat as it approached the dock. Jumping up quickly he feared he would be caught outside, and therefore disobeying his instructions, so he ran like a bat out of hell back to the house and quickly shackled himself to the bed. Gloria adjusted some controls on her computer and the camera in his bedroom focused tightly on his balls as she saw him run inside. Grinning she admired the delightful shade of violet they had turned, and wondered to herself what they would look like on Friday.


At the dock four stunning girls got out of the boat all with slightly nervous expressions on their faces. Their boss had explained this unusual assignment to them, and they all wondered what it was all about.

Being the only females at the company, it was odd that they all be sent on the same job together and even odder when it was explained to them how they were to be dressed. All were wearing cutoff jeans and T-Shirts, as directed, and they looked more like they were about to film some sort of beer commercial rather than work on a contracting job.



They had balked at first at the weird requests, as they were contractors not strippers, and were a little worried about what sort of pervert was setting this whole thing up. Once the bonus they were to be paid was explained to them ($5,000) each their worries did not totally dissipate, but their enthusiasm certainly increased.

The lead girl read the work order and said to the others that they had some mechanical equipment to install in the house in the master bedroom. The equipment was to be hooked to the internet on the same system that controlled the cameras, so their electrical and wiring skills were going to be coming in handy today. She didn't quite understand the comment about how to deal with the occupant who was going to be in the room while they were working. Shelia, the lead contractor had to read the line twice out loud to try and understand what it meant.

"Under no circumstances is the person who is in the room to be spoken to directly or let go."

Shelia asked the others what they thought that meant and they shrugged. They did agree though that since they were being well compensated for a relatively easy job, and given the fact that their boss indicated that this was an EXTREMELY well connected and wealthy client, they all should just go with the flow and keep their mouths shut despite the obvious kinky shit going on.



Shelia put it best when she said "You know how these rich fuckers are, perverts all! As long as they pay cash, I don't give a shit what they do on their own time as long as I do not have to do anything freaky myself." Her sentiment was shared by the other girls, but all were still nervous about this increasingly odd assignment, despite the cash.

As they approached the house however, all grew very very curious about this job and wondered "WHO" it was they were not supposed to talk to. Shelia reserved one note that was entitled "Final instructions - do not open until ready to leave" and now really wondered what kind of crazy assignment this really was.

Her reaction when she entered the bedroom set the tone for the rest of the day.

"OH MY GOD!" she screamed, laughing as she ran out after seeing Steve lying naked, bound and cock caged. One by one, transforming from rough talking contractors into giggling schoolgirls each one entered the room, saw Steve, and ran out laughing hysterically.

[famydao]

nice release bro...

[WoodChipper]

Nicely written bro

[kiasusam]

Chapter 3

Steve's face burned with shame as his nudity and his chastity belt were exposed to all of them, and as he lay there; face red and panting in humiliation, he overheard them whispering in the other room.

"Did you see the cage on him? I wonder what he did do earn THAT punishment?"

"Da-yum, its a shame he is all tied up. He is packing some fine meat in that little prison."

"Boy Shelia, do you think we could "play" with him just a little?"

15 minutes of this twittering in the other room went on before the laughter finally drew down as Shelia again took the lead, telling the girls to pull it together and not blow this job. Finally, professionalism overcame erotic curiosity and the girls re-entered and started their work, trying hard to ignore Steve; sprawled naked, balls obviously swelling now with his cock twitching, but otherwise helpless before them.



He said nothing as they worked, but it was obvious they were installing something on the 4 corners of the bed. The girls said nothing to him as they worked but a few times he (and the girl in question) got a bit embarrassed when she had to stretch over his body to install a certain part and therefore came into close contact with his delicious naked body.



As one of the girls was driving some set screws into the headboard, Steve broke out in a cold sweat and began to shiver as her gorgeous tits dangled just over his face, barely covered by the T-Shirt she had been ordered to wear. If he had been able to, he would have ripped out the manacles from the base and taken her right there but as it was he could do nothing but lay still and suffer in silence as her charms dangled and giggled in front of his ravenous eyes.

Much of the time he tried to keep his eyes closed, as the humiliation of this situation was almost too much to bear. He noticed darting glances at his cock, or longing looks at his body and he was both humiliated but getting even hornier by being put on display.



The girls said nothing, but ALL stole glances at Steve as they worked all day. Far away in Miami, Gloria watched the whole scene on her computer and had to excuse herself several times to go to the bathroom as she was laughing so hard.

Steve was especially interested in the black box they were installing in the celling as this seemed to give them a lot of trouble and all had to work on it at the same time. As he lay there looking up at all of them standing on the bed over him, he throbbed hopelessly below as he lingered his gaze over their long legs and tight round asses.

As they had to stand on the bed to get to the ceiling, they had taken off their shoes, and all of them, either accidentally or on purpose, kept swatting his body with their beautiful, naked feet as they struggled with the box. This action had quite the effect on Steve and as any part of his flesh was touched by them, his cock jerked and his lust inflamed more.

Finally they finished the installation, and Shelia opened the envelope containing the final instructions. Reading them she smirked as she addressed Steve for the first time all day and explained what they (and he) had to do to complete the job.

He was going to have each limb unshackled and then placed in the new contraption they had just installed, one by one. As they took his first wrist out of the shackle they would place it between the black bars they had installed on the headboard. As soon as he was inside a click sounded and he immediately felt the two bars slam down and lock him in place.



Shelia called out to the camera and asked if everything was working properly on their end, and Gloria's voice sounded and said that the system appeared to be working as designed. The contractors then placed the rest of Steve's limbs into his "new" confinement as each automatically locked all of his limbs in place.

The girls, quite nervous about the overall "weirdness" of this whole assignment quickly gathered their tools and exited without saying anything. Despite being extremely well compensated for just a few hours work, and all quite enjoying the distracting vision of a nude bound hunk in the room, they still wanted to leave. Obviously the client who set this all up was both extremely wealthy and a total freak, and that was a very dangerous combination.

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Once they left, the screen lit up and Gloria could be seen on the TV and Steve had to struggle to lift his head to see her from the bed.

"Now, isn't this better? This new system will allow me to control you a bit better don't you think. You have been such a good good boy today and performed quite well with all that temptation around you. I bet you would have just loved slamming little Stevie into those girls now wouldn't you?" she said mockingly. Steve, not a stupid man, remained silent.

"Well, this new system will be good for you AND I believe in giving you a reward. It is going to be the weekend soon, and I HAVE decided to visit you. If you serve me well this weekend, I may even let you out for a bit as I am sure little Stevie wants to stretch his legs, being so cramped up all week."

Steve gulped hard, but remained hopeful. Bitterly he thanked her for being so forgiving and allowing him to serve her, and added that he hoped he would meet her expectations. The words choked in his throat as he said them, but he knew it was JUST what Gloria wanted to hear.

"Now, to show you I am not a total heartless bitch all of the time, I figured you might want some entertainment tonight, as it must be pretty boring there all by yourself. Nothing to watch on TV, no one to talk to, you must really be bored. So, I arranged for you to have some special TV time tonight. Don't worry about your shackles. I will release you in the morning, but I thought it best that you be restrained a little extra tonight, you know, so you can enjoy TV night."



Steve was very worried about this, and wondered what she had planned. When her face left the screen and a movie popped up he groaned as he realised what she new torture she had planned for him. To add to his torment, she was going to play porn all night on the screen and he already started to writhe as he suffered through the first girl on girl action scene that he could not get away from.



Even when he closed his eyes, the slurping of the celluloid pussies and obviously fake but effective moans from the actresses got him hornier and hornier. If he thought his balls ached before, he was wrong as now they felt like they were on fire. Closing his eyes tight to try and block out the erotic scenes he wondered what his testicles were going to be like in the morning.



When he awoke the next morning he was a completely broken man. The porn-a-palozzza that Gloria had played for Steve all night had kept him teetering on the edge of sanity and he had drifted in and out of consciousness all night, waking each time some porn actress moaned particularly loudly or some huge dicked star shot his load all over some girls face. He could do nothing but watch helplessly as the actors on the screen came and came while he of course could not.




His hair was matted and his throat was dry, lips chapped and his whole body twitched and convulsed as the images on the screen burned into his psyche, filling him with an envy that he could almost taste. He struggled uselessly at the new electronically controlled manacles as he pitifully humped the empty air. Finally at 6 am, the movies stopped and once again, Gloria's face filled the screen.

"Morning Movie Lover!" she sang in her most mocking tone. "Oh, poor baby, it looks like you had a very rough night. Here, let me release you." Suddenly, the manacles opened and Steve struggled to sit up as he rubbed his wrists. Continuing Gloria commanded "Come over babe, you know the drill"

Sheepishly he took his standard place, seated with his legs spread in front of the camera.

"My goodness Steve, just look at your poor balls" .

Steve glanced down and was horrified at the sight, they were purple like plums, and both were bulging and throbbing with unspent desire. He was in real trouble, and despite the desperate and pitiful sight he knew it presented, he threw himself on the ground groveling in shame. His throat dry and cracking as it broke, he openly pleaded for relief.

"Please Gloria, PLEASE! You can't keep this up. I can't take it!! Just kill me, but don't leave me like this anymore! I will do anything, I will worship your feet every day, I will be your personal servant forever but just PLEASE LET ME CUM!! To think I can never feel a woman's touch again, or ever release this aching in my balls, I would rather be killed. Please Goddess, I am your slave to do with as you see fit, but you have to let me cum eventually, or just shoot me in the head now and be done with me!"

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After his outburst, Steve, overcome with lust and despair rubbed his cock cage on the floor as he tried to do anything for relief.

A small smile crooked on the side of her Gloria's mouth at this outburst as she knew she had broken him and reveled in her victory.

"Steve, you have moved me, now stand up and face me. OK, a man without hope is a man with nothing to lose, and that is not a good spot to be in. So, I have a deal for you, a deal you should take."



Steve looked up, his eyes red, his whole body shaking, but completely alert and hanging on Gloria's every word.

"I do like teasing you Steve, and I do like seeing you suffer, about that there is no doubt, BUT, I do not intend to keep you from ever having an orgasm again. You will cum,...EVENTUALLY. But you will have to earn it"

Hearing this he jumped up; hopeful for the first time in days.

"Gloria, anything, anything you want, I will do I mean i I I"



"Calm down, shut up and listen." She cackled. "You are obviously overexcited now so it best if I do the talking. OK, if you want to earn an orgasm, it will have to be on my terms. Now, this is not going to be easy on you, far from it. I am going to take you to places you don't want to go, and make you do things you probably don't want to do, but, I promise you it will be worth it."

Steve was visibly shaking but suddenly hopeful that some of his ordeal and suffering may come to an end. He was a little concerned about what she was alluding to, but, at this point he would have endured anything just to have the opportunity to finally get off. His aching balls were one thing, but what really was pushing him over the edge was the fear that he would NEVER get to cum again, or to feel the soft round flesh of a woman on his body again. Facing a future without enjoying the female touch or tasting pussy, drinking in her scent would be too horrible to contemplate. If that were to be his fate he would truly rather be dead.





Gloria explained that tonight, after working on the patio wall, he was to lay down on the bed and place his ankles and his left wrist in the manacles, leaving his right wrist free. She would lock him in, but then he would receive a surprise, a surprise that may ease his suffering a bit.

Steve leapt up and dropped to his knees, visibly shaking and clasping his hands together. Gloria said that although she was enjoying tormenting him, she certainly had no intention of ruining her prize pet but that he just had to hold on and endure. Eventually she assured him she would make it all better.

This is the point where the Stockholm Syndrome finally took over and in Steve's cum denied mind, Gloria was slowly transformed from enemy to friend. His feeling towards her melted from anger to adoration, and in some weird way he felt that they both were on this bizarre journey together.



The rest of the day followed the standard pattern with Steve sweating and straining carrying stones, and Gloria watching his ordeal on closed circuit TV. As evening approached, she went into her office in her house and closed the door. She wanted to make sure no one interrupted her tonight!

Flipping on her live video feed, she let the silk ties of her robe fall open and with her left hand she began to slowly rub her pussy through her panties while with her right she lightly squeezed her nipples and felt her body grow excited, knowing what was to come. She again, as she had all week, enjoyed watching Steve lather himself up in the shower; washing the sweat, dirt and grime of his day's toil off his incredibly ripped body.



Still dripping wet, as there were no towels in the bathroom, he climbed onto the bed and spread his legs as she had directed, placing his ankles into the manacles. From her desk, Gloria clicked on her computer and the manacles snapped shut.

Steve was obviously nervous, but all day he was intrigued by what she had said earlier, wondering what his "surprise" was going to be and wondering how it was going to relieve his suffering. As directed, he laid down and placed his left wrist into the manacle and it too snapped shut and he was pretty much restrained now, with only his right hand free.

Gloria turned Steve's monitor on and began to speak.