Emlalock connected story pt 8

[greentea]

--------- Part 8

Tim woke up and did as he normally did, turned on his computer and logged into the online keyholding service he played with. If nobody voted his time up it would be complete in about 5 days. He might stay out of it for a day, clean up and stretch out so to speak, relax the poor trapped up little head that leads him around. Then would most likely restart a new session, maybe that same day. He wasn't too worried. Wearing the device was second nature, he loved the trapped feeling, even though he missed the lust that often would go with it when there was some sort of interaction with others. Of course that might change after he started working in this new position, he was sure hoping so, locked and unable to do anything about it, even after he was alone in the privacy of his own home.

Tim showed up bright and early Wednesday. It wasn't that he was dedicated than eager. Sure there was the jitters of starting a new job and the feeling of it being the first day. But Tim wasn't 18, he was here to do a good job, his fetish took second place.

He entered thru the front doos as he had the past Saturday and as before Frank was in his corner. Tim stepped over to him and they shook hands, while Frank stated that Bill and Wendy were already in the office this morning and he could go on back. Frank added they would get together a little later and he, Frank, would show him around some.

As Tim started back towards the office he noticed Frank reaching for the phone to let Bill know he was on the way. The play rooms doors were shut, so he guessed they were either not open as of yet, or occupied. He felt his way along the walls of the darkend area and only bumped into one of the dark walls on the way back to the office and heard the metallic click of the lock just before tapping the intercom to announce his presents. Tim cautiously opened the door, he knew Bill's wife and partner was going to be in the office also and wished to make a good impression.

Tim stepped into the room and quickly shut the door behind him. Bill was just standing up from behind his desk looking in his direction, and behind the desk that had been vacant the other day was a smiling older woman, about his and Bills age, also looking towards him. Sitting in the back corner where the woman that had wore the white blouse and the pulled up hair on his initial visit was a woman that was wearing deep red lipstick, her eyes were madeup in shadow and she was wearing a type of smock over her body, obviously covering herself while not in one of the booths. Beside her kneeling on the capeted floor was the woman he had seen before, that had been wearing the locked collar and cuffs. Becky he recalled. He noticed she was not wearing the cuffs on her wrists today, but the lock was clearly seen. Having been in the bdsm lifestyle himself in the past, and it was still obviously in his blood, Tim didn't stare, actually he felt comfortable with the scene before him.

"I'm sorry am I disturbing something?" Tim asked and reached back for the door handle.
Bill waved him off and motioned Tim to come on into the room, he introduced Tim to his wife and business partner "Wendy". He explained that, "She the actual boss here. If she says I have the day off I can leave, otherwise I work for her." Wendy rose from behind the desk she was at and they reached out and shook hands. Then Bill nodded towards the back of the room and introduced Michelle. She is both a business partner and a friend, she is also the lead manager below Wendy or himself. "Michelle actually invested in getting the store up and running." Tim reached out and shook the womans hand, although she had remained sitting Michelle said, "We met briefly once before". Tim quietly nodded then understood she must of been the woman drinking coffee before. "Michelle - Mike" that was whom Frank must of inferred to when he had first left the meeting on Saturday.

Bill motioned Tim into the chair he had used before and Tim turned it slightly prior to sitting down so he could look from one to the other, in case they both started poising questions. Wendy started right off... "Bill informed me you were willing to be on call at all times." Tim felt himself nod and thought "yes, on call so I can't have my key back yet." He felt him face slightly flush. And Wendy continued. "Bill also said that you had no problems working around women who may attempt to flirt with you to have you do things for them? Do you think it's going to be easy for you to resist temptation?" Tim's mind switched to his locked up state and felt himself already reaching the limits of the devices bars. "I've talked this over with Bill, I think we both believe that I'll be able to restrain (Tim tried not to grin) myself." Tim added, "But I would like to know if anyone ever thinks I'm ever out of line."

Wendy was still smiling at him from behind her desk, she kept eyeing him up and down like a he was a meal she had had sat before her and was about to devour. She was leaning forward, with her fingers clasped in front of her, then she turned towards her husband. Tim started to follow he turn of the head and noticed just behind Wendys desk on the wall was a small hook, that he hadn't notice the last time he was here. And he could see a small chain hanging from it and was sure his key dangling from its end. Tim lied to himself and pretended he hadn't seen the key. He felt a slight bead of sweat on his forehead.
Wendy was talking to her husband, that Tim looked fine to her, she was looking on getting to know him much better. She continued, now directing her attention back to Tim that it was really going to be nice to have another man around, someone she could talk to besides her husband, "Not that he isn't the greatest" she included. "Michelle, do you have anything you'd like to add or ask?"

Tim looked back at the woman seated in the rear of the room, he tried not to look at the key as his head swung from one side of the room to the other. Michelle was looking directly into his eyes, then her gaze dropped to his feet and slowly back up to his eyes again. She was sizing him up and measuring him. She had already made the same assessments in the first meeting and like what she had saw then, as she did now.
"Women don't have an effect on you?" Tim wasn't sure what a correct response should be. He had an apartment, he had left his house, he wanted this job... but he wasn't about to play games. Tim turned back towards Bill, "Mind if I ask how much of our conversations have been discussed?" He knew that Michelle had been in the room when he was talking about his past bdsm lifestyle, but was unsure if Wendy had been filled in with the details.

Bill lied and responded, "Some but of course not everything we discussed."
Tim nodded then turned back to Michelle seated with her collared friend. "I like women", he began, "But unless either they or I are tied, restrained, or being controlled in some way..." his voice trailed off for a second, then he shook his head, "No, women normally don't effect me like the people coming into the store."

Nice answer Becky thought. Michelle grinned and her hand gently reached out to the collar that was around the girls neck. "I can understand that" she said. She glanced past Tim and spoke to Bill, "I think he will fit in fine unless someone decides to tie him up and put a lock on him then." She knew it was a cruel thing to say, but she knew that her and Wendys plans needed to get established right off the bat, they needed to get his juices flowing so he would be frustrated and agreeable. That and as Wendy had said before, it was going to be nice (and fun) to have a male they could have fun with and not as a client wanting to get something from them.

Michelle stood and then Becky rose to her feet also. "Wendy, I have to depart, I do have a client coming in that is a lot like Tim that I need to see..." Michelle started walking to the door while Becky followed behind her, as she opened the door she said over her back, "He's paying to get tied and restrained." Tim heard the door shut with a click.

For the next few minutes the three of them talked and confirmed a few things, then Bill told Tim he could go and meet up with Frank, he would help him get adjusted.

Tim departed the room and let out a heavy sigh, he felt himself still pressing against the heavy bars of the cage he was wearing and felt a flash of a throb as he recalled seeing his key hanging against the back wall, behind Wendys desk. He briefly wondered if it would have made a difference if it had been behind Tims desk instead and decided that it did. It was behind Wendys, a woman who apparently wanted a male around she could talk to, someone that she could tell what to do, Bill stated she was the Boss, and she in all purposes had his key. Tim knew he was just reading into all of this, but still it did give him a bit of a thrill, her holding his key, she was in charge. He grinned as he went towards the front, well he was already getting the rush he had been missing and wanting to come back.

Frank showed Tim the layout of the store. He discussed with him some of the codes the girls used to let him know if there was potential problems and how to go about cleaning up any of the movie stalls or viewing booths. He grinned at Tim and said that he was glad Tim showed up, otherwise he was going to have to do that part of the job. It wasn't hard work, but it wasn't an office desk either. Tim asked the big man about the last couple people that had worked in the position, and Frank basically told him the same thing Bill had. After a bit, Frank introduced him to a few of the women, so they would know who Tim was, and not just some peeping tom sneaking into their booths trying to get a free view of what they were displaying. Most of the women were friendly, they smiled and "accidently" had clothing issues, that gave him a glimmer of their wares. He felt himself growing in his cage more than once throughout the day. It was a good feeling, something he had missed. He loved the idea that he would attempt to get hard because of his surroundings, and not from him having to find something to arouse him.

Frank informed him that in addition to what the other people had done for the position, Bill informed him that Tim would also help in security, because of his past military background and showed him where the cameras were all located. At the end of the day he headed out the front just a Becky was departing. She was wearing street clothes and not her sexy little web outfit of course.

She smiled sweetly to him as he held the door and then he walked her out to her car. He noticed she still was wearing her collar, and he pointed it out. "Do you always wear the collar or do you take it off once your at home, if you don't mind me asking..." Becky reached up and touched it gently before she replied, "I can't remove it, it's locked on until Michelle decides I've earned it's removal." Tim loved the girls response, but wished he hadn't asked. He felt his cock go from zero to I can't go no more but I sure am going to try, in less than one beat of his heart. It pulsed and pressed against the restraining bars and he could feel it trying to press forward. "Michelle said that I needed to keep wearing the collar, until she finished working on a project she was doing."

Tim grinned and asked her if she ever did anything that Michelle didn't like? And Becky grinned, "All the time," she said, "but if I ever wish to have the collar removed I have to do as I was told. Or suffer more time till I can go home and..." she waited a second for the words to settle in, "... play or anything." She opened her car door and got in, the whole time keeping a small smile on her lips, then started her car and slowly pulled away.

On her drive to her home, Becky called Michelle on her phone and informed her of the conversation she had had with Tim. She asked Michelle if there was anything else she needed for her to do this evening and Michelle, let her know that she did good... but to remember their deal... no touching, no playing, no orgasm in any way. Becky nodded on the phone and sighed... this wasn't going to be easy. She liked that she was being included in this play time that was being setup for Wendy. But was horny as hell, teasing Tim wasn't making things better for her either. Of course she wouldn't do anything she wasn't allowed to do. But she sure could dream about it.

Tim got home after talking to Becky in the parking lot and knew he wasn't going to last until the time clock reached it's limit. Talking to the collared girl caused him to swell so much he knew he was probably getting bruised. His attempt at an erection, was painful. He stripped off his pants as soon as he walking in to his living room, it had been way too long locked up, and the constant thinking he had been doing over the last few days was taking a toll on his ability to control his locked up dick. He logged into his online account knowing he still had days to wait. Glared at the screen then decided that it really didn't matter. He pulled at the lock in the metal shackle. He knew it wouldn't break or come unlocked, but he pulled at it none the less. Next he tried to slip himself out of the device, but he had taken measurements years ago to ensure that he could barely fit into it and over the years had purchased smaller rings, he knew it wouldn't slip or slide off. He was engorged within the chastity device. The ring that encircled his cock and under his balls wouldn't even allow for the cage to even twist, and his cock was attempting to strain forward. He waddled into the kitchen and ran cold water over a hand towel, wrung it out and waddled to the living room again. holding the towel over his burning cock and balls. The cool towel slowly cooled things down and he slowly started to shrink, he was dripping and leaking and used the towel to keep from drooling all over and went into the kitchen to start something for supper. He grinned to himself, thinking for awhile how he wanted to go buy some bolt cutters.

Michelle called Wendy up to talk to her about what she had thought about Tim. Michelle thought he would fit the bill and seemed to be honest and open. He didn't seem to be to hung up on himself nor did he act like a sissy, neither of which she thought Wendy would have been attracted to. She had a couple of cross dressers and those that were into small dick humiliation that were regular customers. They were nice people, but she thought Wendy would be more attuned to someone more like her husband. And Tim seemed to fit the bill, she couldn't believe how lucky it was for them, well for Wendy anyway, that he showed up as he had.

Wendy it seemed liked Tim also. She was surprised at how well he seemed to speak up for himself. She could see that he was at least at first, defensive, but seemed to relax quickly after they let him know they were just ensuring everything was on the up and up. Michelle asked if Wendy was ready to start to step things up, starting tomorrow. She told her friend about how she had Becky meet him on the way out, and the conversation that had ensued. She also told Wendy that Tim was probably going to be able to access his spare key if they couldn't stop him in time.

The girls continued to talk for awhile, at one point Bill walked into the study where Wendy was at on the phone, when he heard the conversation going on, he turned slowly and tiptoed back out, causing Wendy to start laughing, she told Michelle what Bill had just done, and both started laughing. Bill was such a good guy, Wendy was so happy he trusted her to do this and have a bit of fun. She only hoped that they weren't going to cause Tim some hardship. It was what he wanted, but they would have to be very careful at least initially. After a few weeks they all knew things would settle down to something more natural, Tim still being locked up, unless she decided to let him free for a little while of course. But they agreed that at least initially he was going to have to be made to know who was boss, and he couldn't get away or free without them saying so. ""Like Becky is now", Michelle stated, letting Wendy know that Becky was still collared and probably would be until Tim was firmly under their control.

Wendy asked Michelle if she was sure she didn't mind playing this game, and Michelle was the one to start laughing. She let Wendy know that doing something for her friend was giving her the greats joy in the world, coupled with the fact that for her, this seemed like a real life adventure. Something you'd only read about somewhere online. No, she told her friend. she was probably going to enjoy playing this game at least as much as Wendy was going to have. After a few more minutes the women said good-bye to each other. Wendy went off to find Bill to let him know he didn't need to come to work until 10 am, but she added "Don't you dare be later." Bill grinned and nodded, then said, "I'll try and be on time." Wendy put her hands on her hips and looked at her husband, "If your later I might not be a virgin once you get there..." and they both started laughing.

Michelle called up Becky and asked if she was okay wearing the collar all night. Becky giggled and asked her if she was joking. At first Michelle almost responded to the question until she realized that Becky, like Tim, was enjoying the loss of control, them each in their own way of wearing a device (or collar) they couldn't remove. Again, Michelle reminded Becky not to touch anything she shouldn't and Becky said "Yes ma'am" then hung up the phone.

Tim arrived early on Thursday like he had the day before and set about first making the rounds about the store itself, then to start any cleaning he could find to do. He realized that there was a lot less mess than he first feared there was going to be. Of which he was glad, and grinned wondering if it was a slow night. Once or twice he noticed Becky milling about, but she never wandered into the dim lit area of the booths, too much could happen to a female walking around in the darkness there without either Frank or Stan (and now Tim) as an escort. The only female that could transverse that area unescorted was Michelle.

At about a quarter to 10 Becky walked over to him and with her head down, told him that "Michelle would like to see you for a second."

He wondered if he might have missed something in his morning rounds, and couldn't think of anything and approached the playroom that Becky had entered into. Looking inside for the first time, he just grinned. He had always wanted a room like this when he had been married. There were crops and floggers hanging from a rack holder against one wall and a full cross near another. A table that could be used to tie someone either face up or face down and had an area that allowed a persons face to be facing down like a chiropractors table. There was also a location so their private parts would be accessible from under the table. There was a chair with straps that would allow a persons legs to be forced open and a cross beam along the back so their arms could be held outward. Eyebolts were in different locations along the ceiling and he noticed holes of some sort in the floor, that was something he didn't understand right off the bat. Another table held nipple clamps it seemed and a large basket of clothes pins. And a door that seemed to go into the adjacent playroom.

"Come on in..." he heard Michelle's voice call to him, and Tim walked into the room, "Is there something I could get for you Michelle?"

He looked at the woman straight in the eyes, then watched as she grinned. She started to say something she had already planned, she had a number of lines ready... "Feel uncomfortable in here?" "Have any questions?" but watching the man in front of her right at that instant she knew, he could probably use most the items she had been collecting in here, not nearly as well as she could, but the playroom was not a mystery to him. As Michelle hesitated, Tim pointed at the holes in the floor, "Mind me asking why there are holes in the floor?" Michelle grinned. "Eyebolts" she watched while he thought about her comment and seen he didn't understand. "If I left them in all the time Becky might stub her toe" Tim chuckled and nodded..."Oh, thanks, I wouldn't of figured that one out unless told"

Michelle made a comment back, "Or shown" then changed the subject quickly. "Wendy asked me to send you over if I happened to see you, so I sent Becky after you, hope you don't mind." He nodded and said that he would go right over, glanced around once more and looked over to Michelle again, "Very nice setup." Michelle said he could stop by anytime, she would have Becky demo some of the enlistment. Tim felt himself react to the ploy, but just grinned and thanked her, he needed to get out of the room, too many playthings to dream about in there, and then he headed toward Bill and Wendys office.

Becky who had been kneeling near one of the corners watched as Tim left and Michelle picked up the phone, "He's on the way." was all she spoke, then hung up the line. Michelle looked over at Becky, then walked towards the doorway and looked up at the clock on the wall, there wasn't anything in the playroom for a client to track time. It was about 7 minutes until 10, Bill should be here in a second she thought. She watched the clock and the front door, 2 minutes past by and just as she glanced to the left toward the booth area and office, she watched as Tim walked out of the gloom. He was walking quickly, like a man on a mission, he went up to Frank and shook the mans hand quickly, then walked out the door.

After Michelle informed him to see Wendy, Tim left the playroom. It really was a nice area, one Michelle should and probably was proud of. He weaved his way around the interior gloom of the booth area and heard the click of the door unlatching as he approached. He opened the office door and thought the lights were slightly dimmer than before, glancing to the left of the door as he entered he seen the room lights were controlled by a dimmer switch. He wondered briefly if that is why he was called in. He stepped inside, and Wendy was sitting on the front of her desk. Her legs were crossed and although she was fully dressed, the top of her blouse was unbuttoned and partly open. "Bill is gone for now... but I'm not" Wendy stated matter of factly, "we should discuss what you are going to be to me when he's gone and it's just you and me in here" He looked at the woman in front of him, and swallowed. Then without a word turned and walked out the door of the office, then on out the front of the store.

Michelle wasn't really sure if what she had just seen was right or not. For a person that usually shocked others, she just stood in the doorway still unsure if what she had just seen actually happened. She glanced towards her phone then back at the doorway. Then left the playroom to go over to Frank. The big man walked over to her as she approached, "Was that Tim who just left?" she asked the bouncer who just nodded back at her. "Did he say where he was going?" Frank shook his head "no" He just said that he had to leave, shook my hand and went out the door. Michelle turned back to look towards the office area even though she knew she couldn't see in from where she was, and Bill entered in through the front door. He glanced at Michelle, then Frank, then walked up to Michelle. "Was that Tim leaving?" Michelle was still speechless and just nodded. Bill turned and headed quickly to the office with Michelle in tow.

Entering into the office Bill looked at his wife sitting behind her desk. She was just sitting there with a blank look across her face. "Where is Tim?" she asked. Michelle spoke up, "Frank said he left... what happened?" Wendy started talking rapidly, she told them how everything happened, and how Tim didn't say a thing but turned and departed. Bill looked at Michelle, "Was this part of your plan?"
Michelle shook her head no... then suddenly brightened up, but it's fixable. Both Wendy and Bill looked at the dominatrix and said in unison, "How."

Tim had just gotten to his apartment, he walked in and plopped down on his couch. He took a long slow breath of air then put his head in his hands. He felt like crying, but he didn't cry, and he felt like screaming,,, but that wasn't his style either. So he just looked at the wall in front of him and stared. Stupid thoughts went thru his mind, "I bet the other 3 people last longer than I did" was the foremost thought. He wasn't really sure how long he had sat there when it donned on him that someone was knocking on his door. He heaved himself up, and thinking it may of been the apartment manager he had just met about a week ago was wanting something for some reason, opened the door to be facing both Bill and Wendy.

Wendy is the one that started talking first, "Can we come in, we need to talk, we did something bad, as you are fully aware of, but I or I should say we really need you to know," she looked at Bill.
Bill picked up where Wendy had left off. "We set you up. " He let his statement sink in for a minute. Tim opened his door wider and they both walked in to his place.
Bill began again, "I trust my wife and know she would never do anything to hurt our relationship... anything" Tim felt like yelling at him that she just got done propositioning to him a half hour ago... but just stood quietly. "We set you up, I was suppose to show up before you had a chance to walk out of the office and explain it to you, if, you didn't take her up on her offer. If you had, I was planning to fire you right on the spot and most likely had Frank kick your ass on the way out the door."
Wendy started again, "We needed to know that we both could trust you and we are both here to let you know that we needed you to know you could trust us. It wasn't a nice thing to do, but we really needed you to trust the both of us." Tim was listening to what they both were saying, it spoke of sincerity. And he felt, he could partly understand what they were saying. He just never thought he would have been on the receiving end of a situation like this. Bill spoke up again, "You need to come back to work tomorrow, this was a mistake that we made on our part. But I or actually Wendy is going to make sure you will truly be happy you return." Both Bill and Wendy moved further into the room... Tim felt a little more relaxed, he felt a confrontation was being avoided.

Tim looked at them both for a moment, "Okay I'm going to bite, what do you mean by truly making me happy?" Wendy grinned, "Did you know that Bill and I were swingers when we first met?" Tim just looked from one of them to the other, finally he said, "What is that suppose to mean?" After what had just happened he couldn't understand how this topic was going to smooth things over. Bill started talking again, "We stopped swinging after opening the store, and since owning the store, as I told you once before we have seen just about everything you can think of coming thru our doors." Wendy pitched in, "Nothing is too shocking" then added "Either from our customers or some of our employees." She let the last part hang in the air for a moment, then looked over to her husband, ""I'll be in the car." then she left Tim's apartment.

Bill looked at Tim and again started speaking, "I trust my wife more than you can imagine. Within our store she can do anything she wants, if she wanted to have a showgirl parade, beating drums and singing to her all day long, that would be perfectly alright. If she she wanted to check every swinging dick that walked into the store before they got near one of the girls, I would let her have at it." He stopped for a second, Tim had no idea where this train of thought was coming from or going to... Bill looked him in the eye, "But no matter what she has never for an instant wanted anything out of the store, until you showed up." Tim just blinked at him. Bill looked at him and said, "I told you, I trust my wife, if she said to me that she wanted to have someone around that she could control and do things, I would trust her to do whatever she wished, knowing I wouldn't need to think she would be cheating on me." Bill could see that Tim wasn't following him and realized also, that he must be babbling. "My wife wants to have fun at work, she's playful, energetic, and has an excellent sense of humor." Bill continued with a grin, "Come back to work in the morning, check in with Michelle and then we'll see about getting your key back from her..." Bill turned to the door and said, "Good luck".

Bill walked out and Tim was still trying to digest what he had just listened to. He knew he would return in the morning, they didn't have to come over here, they could just of let him leave. But still he was having a hard time trying to think about the whole conversation he had listened to. So, Tim thought, Wendy and Bill must of really have been involved in swinging groups. They must of played with people and still come back to each other. They kept together, but they had played. It almost seemed as if Bill was saying his wife wanted to play again and he was going to allow her... Tim was pacing around. He wasn't interested in playing, well maybe with Michelle or Becky, they seemed to more into what he liked... Wendy was a great looking woman, Bill had full faith in her, if she wanted to play at work, he trusted her not to get carried away. Was Tim giving him or was he giving her permission to play? And if so play at what? Bill knew that Tim wore a chastity device and could play... Tim stopped in mid pace, he knows I wear a chastity device, his wife wants someone she can control and play with.

Tim felt himself start to swell in his cage a little, he knew that isn't what Bill had been saying, it couldn't be. The lines kept coming back, "I trust my wife, she wanted someone to control, she wants to have fun, finally the lines he had heard more than once... what happens in the business stays in the business." Tim walked over to his computer station and looked where he normally had his locked key sitting. Wendy had strolled over there when they had been talking and his spare key was now gone. "Check in with Michelle and we'll see about getting your key back..." Tension seemed to drain from him and he sat down in the computer desk chair. The thief stole his key, he grinned and wondered if Michelle knew he would be showing up. Most likely it was because Wendy didn't want to hace tp face him after the inicdent form today in her office. And with that thought he again felt at home, his key was gone, and his cock again started to press against the bars of his cage.

-------- End Part 8