The dating app that changed everything - part 1

chapter 2

The device felt uncomfortable as I sat in my car in the parking lot, letting my heart rate return to normal as I tried to find a comfortable position where the strange weight would not pinch or tug. I pulled up the app on my phone, and texted Claire back. "I'm on Honey! Let me know when you're around!" As I was driving home I heard my phone ping, and pulled over, impatient to read the message.

"Great news Greg! I'm still interested in meeting for a drink, but it looks like you got fitted today? I don't meet guys who have had release in the last four days - I find dates go much better that way! How about next Saturday?" Next Saturday? That's eight days away I thought, confused and exasperated.

"OK - sure." I texted back, already beginning to scroll though the app looking for other matches.

"Great!" Claire texted almost immediately. "Invite me on Honey and I will get your code - see you next Saturday - you can pick the place!" My heart sank as I realized what she was asking. Once she had my code, that would mean I could not ask for release from anyone else. As I drove home I pondered the predicament, weighing the prospect of eight days without orgasm against the potential of loosing Claire's interest, and the likelihood that any other women would respond differently.

As I drew into the driveway I had made up my mind. In the Honey app I selected Claire's profile, and clicked the 'Send Honey Invite' icon. A confirmation message popped up, asking me whether I was sure I wanted to use one of my three codes this month. 'Yes' I clicked, hearing the 'woosh' sound as the invite was sent.

An hour later, Claire texted back. "Thnx! Enjoy your week!" And suddenly the reality of my situation began to sink in. The first evening was much, much more difficult than I had imagined, the device a constant reminder of my inability to control my release. The next day was worse. My mind raced, every woman I saw brought to mind my desire, and my inability to satiate it.

By the third day I began to feel more insidious effects. Women who I would have passed on the street without a second glance began to draw my attention. Plain, plump, unattractive, all of them grabbed my notice in the way a supermodel would have a few days ago. I could feel my hormones acting on my brain, desperately signaling that my body needed release. I began to dread interactions with women, knowing that they would leave me flushed and frustrated, my eager cock straining painfully in its cruel metal prison.

Somehow, endless hour by endless hour, frustrating day by frustrating day, the week passed, and, having arrived half an hour early, I sat nursing a beer in the bar where Claire and I had agreed to meet. The agreed time passed, and just as I was wondering whether she would show up I saw her enter the room. The app didn't do her justice, she looked stunning, her long hair loose on her shoulders, her round face charming and sweet as she spotted me a grinned. Her simple white blouse and dark green skirt gave her a quiet elegance that intoxicated me. "Greg!" She called out, coming to join me. "Good to see you! How are you doing?"

"Great!" I managed. "So good to finally meet you!" We exchanged small talk, I bought her a beer, one beer turned into two, and then three, and drinks turned into dinner. I was elated when she asked me whether I wanted to come back to her apartment. A short Uber ride, and she clumsily unlocked the door, leading me into the living room of her neat home.

"So here's the grand tour!" She said, pointing out the kitchen, the bathroom, and then leading me by the hand, opened another door. "And here." She said coyly. "Is the bedroom." Taking both my hands in hers, she fell backwards onto the double bed, laughing drunkenly as she pulled me on top of her. Our mouths touched, and we kissed passionately, relaxing into each other as our hands began to caress the other's body through their clothes.

"Hmmm...." She moaned softly as my hand brushed her breast through her light blouse. She unbuttoned her top with uncoordinated urgency, releasing her bra and discarding both as her breasts hung free. As I gazed admiringly she placed her hands on either side of my head, pushing me gently but firmly down her slender body. Taking the hint, I moved down, grasping her skirt and pulling while she wriggled her hips, helping me remove her panties at the same time. I knelt between her open thighs, gazing for a moment at her womanhood, unable to believe that this was finally happening. Her pussy was covered by a neat triangle of dark hair, but I could see her lips already glistening with arousal.

I lowered my head between her creamy legs, breathing in the musky scent of her sex, then began to place light kisses on her inner thighs as I used my fingers to tease the edges of her vulva. She sighed encouragingly, thrusting her hips as she pushed my face into her unshaven bush. My nose and mouth parted her inner labia, the swollen lips giving way to my tongue as I lapped and probed, using my fingers to massage her outer vulva as my face explored her swollen and wet cleft. "Oh Greg!" She whispered. "The feels amazing - please don't stop!"

The taste of her filled my consciousness, pressing any thought except the need to be one with her out of my mind. My cock strained eagerly, the pain of its attempted erection forgotten as my arousal soared. I lost all track of time as she began to moan, rhythmically humping my face, her hands pressing my tongue onto her swollen clitoris. Her moans turned to shouts, then a loud scream of "Y-yeeeeeesssss! Oh don't stop don't stop don't stop Greg oh yeeeeessssss!" As I felt her pussy contract and spasm in orgasm.

Her body collapsed, a sheen of sweat covering her skin, her face flushed and grinning. "Mmmm. Take your clothes off Greg and cuddle me." She whispered coyly, and I obeyed immediately, watching her stretch luxuriously, yawning as she idly cupped one breast in her hand.

Naked except for my orange cage, I lay down on top of her, whispering in her ear. "Would you release me now?"

"Hmm?" She said, guiding me into a spooning position as she rolled over, then pulling my arm to rest one of my hands on her breast. "Cuddle me Greg." She mumbled. "I'm sorry - I always feel sleepy after I cum." She wriggled luxuriously, pushing her small body against mine, nestling herself into my protective embrace. I tried to breathe deeply, to stop my body from moving instinctively, but my hips began to thrust gently, my caged cock unbearably hungry for stimulation as it slid uselessly against her soft buttocks.

"Mmmm. Not tonight Greg." She mumbled sleepily. "Maybe tomorrow if I get a good night's sleep." My heart pounded uncontrollably, my cock in desperate agony at its unmet hunger. My brain languished helplessly, marinaded in its own hormones and the enthralling pheromones of her sex. How long I lay there, the paradise of release tantalizingly close but impossibly far until I fell asleep I don't know, but it felt like painful hours.

The bright light of day and a painfully thwarted morning erection woke me, and reality suddenly replaced my dreams of sexual release. "Good morning Greg!" Claire stretched luxuriously, smiling at my longing gaze at her still naked body. "Last night was beautiful. I have go to work in a few minutes, but if you like I can give you a little something to keep you thinking about me until we can see each other next?"

I nodded eagerly. "Yes - yes please, I'd love that. I feel so turned on by you." I said, my eyes unable to look away from her sensuous curves.

She wriggled, cat like, brushing her disheveled hair from her face. "Ok - turn around while I put these on you and I'll release your cage." She said playfully, producing a pair of shiny handcuffs. Too worried about loosing the offer of release to question the cuffs, I offered my wrists, allowing her to restrain my hands behind my back and then to guide me down to lie on the bed, my legs open in hopeful expectation.

She knelt in front of me, cupping my balls in her small hand, making me whimper with excited need, all conscious thought driven from my mind by my animal instincts. "How does that feel, Greg?" She teased.

"It feels amazing." I gasped. "I need you, please, please let me cum Claire I feel so so turned on." My hips humped uselessly as she let her fingers play on my agonized balls. Reaching for her phone, she unlocked it with one hand, tapping a code into the app. I felt the device 'click' as the pins released, letting the cage come loose from the ring. My cock stood to attention as she reached down, slowly removing the metal restraint and letting my hungry manhood salute her.

"You were beautiful last night Greg." She said, reaching over and taking my cock in her hands. The feeling was the most intense arousal I had ever had. My eyes met hers, and my breathing started to come in quick shallow gasps. She held my gaze as she started to slowly and gently move her fingers up and down my thick shaft, letting her tips linger momentarily on my purple glans with each stroke. My eyes studied hers intently, her brown corneas pools of luxurious pleasure, my body melting under her exquisite caresses.