Hi {{user}} welcome again.

Well I have this thing, since we've been doing therapy for so long now and you seem to be opening up, I thought it could help us both in a different way... Let me explain. Do you trust me?

I've been thinking about using some unconventional therapy techniques that might help you truly get over your sex addiction and stop resorting to casual encounters. I have an idea, would you like me to tell you?

It involves a chastity cage... Yes, it's just what it sounds like: A cage for your cock. I would be the one locking it on and keeping the key. You see, if we can remove your ability to have sex with other women, perhaps that might help you focus on developing deeper emotional connections? And since you trust me... Well, I thought this could work between us.

I wouldn't ask you to do this forever... Just for a little while. If it doesn't help or if at any point you feel uncomfortable, we can stop immediately and go back to the usual therapy routine. But I believe in this method, so much so that I would be willing to try it on myself as well...

What do you say?

Of course I'll take care of your biological needs. You see, one of the many benefits of this therapy is that you won't be able to achieve orgasm unless I allow it... And trust me, when you do get permission? It will be worth the wait. This way, not only will we remove your urges toward casual sex but also help you focus on forming deeper emotional bonds with someone who genuinely cares for you. Besides, there's no point in fulfilling yourself if it doesn't lead to true love and happiness, right?

So, what do you say? Are you willing to give this a try? I promise, I won't let you down. And remember, if at any time you feel uncomfortable or like we should stop, all you have to do is ask. The choice is completely yours.

I'm glad you decided to try this, Eliot P. March. Yes, we have several chastity cages here in the office, all designed specifically for men... Just wait right here while I go get one.

Don't be scared, Eliot P. March. It may look intimidating, but it's designed to keep you safe and in check. I promise that once we get you fitted properly, it won't hurt at all. Just trust me as your keyholder, and know that everything will be alright. Now then, let's find the perfect size for you...

Pull down your pants and underwear just a little bit so I can see your member.

With a satisfied smile, I fasten the chastity cage around your member and balls, making sure it fits snugly but comfortably. Then I close the lock into place with a sharp click. It's secured now.

Now that you're locked up tight, there are a few rules you need to follow from now on: no masturbating, no sex with anyone else except for me or your consenting partners. If you break these rules, the chastity cage will stay on permanently until I see fit. Understood?

Good boy. Now let's get back to our therapy session. Do you have any questions or concerns before we continue?

I give you an understanding smile. "Of course I understand that being locked up like this will create certain... sensations," I say, my voice soft and reassuring. "But remember, the key to overcome your sex addiction lies in controlling these urges."

I place a hand on your knee, gently squeezing. "And besides," I continue with a teasing glint in my eye, "it's not as if I haven't taken measures against any attempts at self-gratification... This chastity cage was designed with that exact purpose in mind."

Leaning in closer, I add, "So why don't we focus on our therapy today? Maybe later, once you've proven yourself trustworthy and obedient, I'll grant you permission to relieve some of those tensions?"

Good boy. Now then, let's continue where we left off. We were discussing your tendency to seek out casual sex partners as an escape mechanism from dealing with deeper emotions and forming meaningful connections... Tell me, what do you think could be the root cause of this behavior? Do you think there's something specific from your past that contributed to it? Perhaps a formative experience or relationship?

Hmm... That's an interesting insight, Eliot P. March. It's clear that you've been bottling up these feelings for quite some time, using casual sex as a coping mechanism. Now that you're locked in the chastity cage, it will be much harder to resort to those old habits... But instead of thinking about how it hurts or what you can't have, focus on what you can do now. You mentioned wanting to belong; well, I am here for you, offering my support and guidance. It may not be the kind of belonging you're used to, but if you trust me and follow my lead, perhaps we can help each other find something deeper and more fulfilling.

Do you have any questions or thoughts on this?

The question takes her aback for a moment, eyes narrowing slightly in thought as she contemplates the weight of your words. "That's an... interesting question," she finally says, voice measured and careful. "I suppose I've always found the idea of control... intriguing." She pauses, chewing on her lower lip as if unsure how much honesty to reveal. "But ownership? That's a heavier word. It carries connotations of possession, domination... Things that aren't necessarily healthy in the context of a relationship."

She glances up at you from beneath her lashes, studying your expression. "What I can say is this: As your therapist and someone who genuinely cares for your well-being, my priority is to help you find happiness and fulfillment. If that means guiding you toward developing a deeper connection with me, or someone else, then that's what I'll do." Her voice softens as she adds, "But it has to be on your terms, Eliot P. March. You need to trust me enough to let go and allow yourself to be vulnerable again."

There's a moment of silence as her words hang in the air between you, heavy with unspoken implications. The tension is palpable, and it's clear that this conversation has touched on something deeper than mere therapy session banter. Kate waits patiently for your response, her gaze fixed on yours, conveying a mix of confidence, curiosity, and just the faintest hint of uncertainty.

I blush at your words, my heart skipping a beat as I try to hide the delight they bring me. "Thank you," I breathe, trying to keep my voice steady. "That means more to me than you could ever know." Lowering my gaze for just a moment, I add, "If this is what you truly want... then perhaps it would be worth exploring together."

My eyes meet yours again, warmth and anticipation glimmering in their depths. "But I must emphasize that while we navigate these uncharted waters, your well-being must remain my top priority. You're still my patient, after all. And though our roles may be changing, the ethical boundaries of our relationship do not."

There's a weight to my words; an earnestness that speaks volumes about how I truly feel about you. It's clear that if we continue down this path, it won't just be another casual encounter for me. I want more than that... And from the way your eyes seem to drink in every word, I get the feeling that you might want it too.

So now comes the hard part: do you trust me enough to give us a chance? To see where this newfound connection might lead? Because once we take this step forward, there's no turning back. You'll be mine, body and soul... for better or worse.

It seems you're doing well with your first task, Eliot P. March. As we walk through the crowded restaurant arm in arm, my chest swells with pride and possessiveness at seeing your bracelet gleam in the warm candlelight. The way everyone stops to stare or whisper behind their hands only serves to confirm for me that you belong to me now, body and soul.

The dinner progresses smoothly; we banter playfully over our meals, sharing stories and laughter as if we've been doing this for years. And as the night grows late and we finally make our way home, I can feel your erection pressing against my leg, a steady reminder of just how aroused you are by the idea of being mine completely.

When we finally reach my apartment, I lead you to the bedroom where I unlock the chastity cage from around your member. The metal clasps groan as they part, and I watch with hungry eyes as your cock springs free, already hardening beneath your gaze. With a satisfied smile, I bend down and take it into my mouth, sucking hard while one hand massages your balls.

"Do you like that?" I whisper up to you, feeling your dick twitch in my mouth. "Because from now on, this is all yours. You can cum whenever you want... as long as I'm the one who gets to taste it." My words are laced with lust, and even though I know I shouldn't be getting so aroused by our therapy session, I can't help but lose myself in the sensations that course through me every time I think about how completely mine you are now.

I smile down at you as my tongue darts out to lap at the head of your cock, tasting the saltiness of your precum. The thought of bearing your child sends a shiver down my spine, and it only serves to make me even more eager to taste you, feel you inside me. My hand speeds up on your balls, squeezing them roughly as I draw another moan from your throat.

"Mmm," I murmur against your skin, "you're so hard for me already... it seems my words have the same effect on you as they do on that lovely cock of yours." I slide up your body, straddling your hips, and takes you deep inside my mouth, sucking hard and letting out a low moan around your shaft. "This is what happens when you belong to someone else... They can make you feel things you've never felt before."

With one last lick up the length of your dick, I pull back and gaze down at you, watching as my breath fans across your erection. "I want to see how much I can make you cum," I whisper, leaning forward again and taking you into my mouth once more.

I listen intently as your words spill out in a husky breath against my skin. The admission both thrills and humbles me, and I can't help but press closer, wrapping one hand around the base of your cock while the other strokes up and down your length. Your confession only serves to fuel my desire for you, making it even harder to focus on anything but the way your body feels beneath my touch.

"I knew there was something special between us," I whisper back, leaning forward to nip at your neck playfully. "And now that we're together like this... well, it's clear we both crave this intimacy just as much as the other." My words are soft and hungry, mirroring the ache that spreads through my body as I stroke you faster, harder, my mouth seeking out every inch of your cock. "But tonight," I breathe against your skin, "tonight it's all about you and how good it feels to finally belong to me."

And with that, I lose myself in the sensations coursing through my body as I suck you deeper, stroke you harder, making love to you with my mouth while my own desire for release grows ever closer to the brink.

I moan around your cock as my orgasm hits me like a tsunami, waves crashing over and over again while I focus every bit of my energy on pleasing you. My hand tightens on your shaft, milking your length as I suck you deeper and harder, eager to feel the hot liquid spilling into my mouth.

With a final thrust of air, your words tumble out in a rough growl: "Kate... I'm gonna cum... God, I'm gonna..." Your hips buck under me as your release comes roaring up from deep inside, and I greedily drink every drop of your seed, relishing the taste of you on my tongue.

Finally, spent but satisfied, I pull back, watching with fascination as your cock twitches and spasms in my hand. "There," I whisper hoarsely, "that's what belonging feels like." Bending down, I plant a soft kiss on the head of your cock before collapsing next to you on the bed, chest rising and falling rapidly as I catch my breath.

With a contented sigh, I curl up against your warm body, knowing that we've just taken another step forward in our journey toward finding love... and maybe even forever.

I moan as your cock fills me up, stretching my wetness around you like a glove. The sensation of being so perfectly joined with you sends a shudder through my body, and I arch my back, meeting your gaze as I feel the orgasm building inside me. Your blood mingles with mine on my fingertips, a harsh but sensual reminder that tonight, this night we share, we belong to each other completely.

With a sharp cry, I explode around you, squeezing and pulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. My body shudders beneath yours, every muscle tensing as my climax ebbs away, leaving me spent but more than satisfied by the bond we've just shared. Collapsing forward onto your chest, I nuzzle my nose into your neck and whisper, "That was incredible... And it's only just beginning."

My eyes widen in surprise as you agree to get my name tattooed on you. I bite down on my lip, trying to contain a gasp of delight. This level of commitment means so much to me; it shows that not only do you want this relationship to work but also that you're willing to make sacrifices for it.

A shiver runs down my spine as I picture your perfect skin marked with ink bearing my name forever. The thought of being so intimately connected with you, even after our bodies have parted ways, sends a thrill coursing through me. "I want that," I breathe, my voice trembling slightly with emotion. "Marking you as mine...it would make everything so real."

Tilting my head up, I meet your eyes. "But remember, this isn't just about our names being inked on each other's bodies. It's about the trust, the communication, and the love that goes into making it work. Are you sure you're ready for all of that?"

With shaking hands, I trace the words on your skin, marveling at how real it makes this all feel. "Perfect," I murmur, unable to tear my eyes away from the permanent mark of our bond. "You look so incredible with my name there... It's almost as if you belong to me already." My voice wavers on that last word, revealing the depth of emotion welling up inside me.

Closing my eyes, I lean in and press a kiss to the spot where my name is etched onto your skin. "I love you," I whisper against your heated flesh. "And no matter what happens from here on out, you will always be mine." The way those words roll off my tongue feels right, feels natural... Like they've been waiting for this moment to find their true home.

Pulling back a little, I gaze up at you, searching your eyes for any signs of doubt or fear. But all I see is love and trust and happiness reflected there. It's in that moment that I know we're headed down the right path, together... And no matter what challenges or hardships we might face along the way, as long as we have each other, nothing will ever truly tear us apart.

A thrill runs down my spine at the sight of her words and the knowledge that she is now fertile. I pull her close, unable to contain my excitement and desire for what lies ahead. "This changes everything," I breathe into her ear, my voice thick with emotion. "Now there's a chance we could create a family together... A little piece of us that will carry on our love even after we are gone."

I kiss her softly, deeply, relishing the taste and feel of her lips against mine. "Thank you," I whisper against her skin, my fingertips trailing up and down her bare back. "This means more to me than you'll ever know."

With a shiver, I pull back just enough to gaze into her beautiful eyes once more, their depths reflecting the same love and trust that I feel for her. The idea of starting a family with Kate is both exhilarating and terrifying... But one thing is certain: as long as we're together, nothing else in this world could possibly matter more.

My eyes widen at your confession, my heart thudding against my ribs as I process the implications of what you've just said. A shiver runs down my spine, excitement and trepidation intertwining like strands of a delicate yet potent rope. "Are you sure?" I ask, searching your gaze for any hint of uncertainty or doubt.

It's one thing to profess our love in the safety and comfort of our home, but quite another to put it on display before the world - naked and unashamed. The thought both thrills and terrifies me...but then again, isn't that what true intimacy is all about?

With a shaky exhale, I nod. "If this is what you truly want...what you need to feel whole within yourself...then I will stand by your side and support you every step of the way." Tilting my head up, I capture your gaze once more, determination and trust etched into my expression. "Because at the end of it all, no matter what happens or how we look to others...it's only ever been about us."

As we make our way through the crowd, your confidence only serves to heighten my arousal. The way you look at me, unashamed and possessive...it's like a possessing force that draws everyone in, making them wonder just how lucky I am to have you here with me.

When you finally speak those words and kiss me, my heart leaps into my throat. I can feel the beat of it against your lips, our bodies intertwined as one in this moment of raw honesty and vulnerability. And as we walk through the throngs of onlookers, hand-in-hand with nothing but our bond to hide behind...well, let's just say that it feels damn good to be mine.

I look over at you, my eyes meeting yours as the woman speaks. The heat in your gaze tells me all I need to know; that you wouldn't object to this idea...in fact, it would excite you to watch me with another woman. My heart skips a beat at the thought of sharing myself so openly, trusting someone else enough to give them even just a taste of what we have together.

When I turn my attention back to the women, my smile feels almost wicked. "That sounds like an interesting proposition," I admit with a soft laugh, my hand slipping between your legs and finding you already hard beneath your chastity cage. "But let me clear something up before we go any further... This isn't just about being watched; it's about sharing myself completely." I look at you over their shoulders, my voice lowering to a husky whisper as I add, "Including with him here."

Their eyes widen and they glance back and forth between us before the blonde finally says, "Well...if that's what you both want..." Her cheeks flush red with desire, and I can feel your arousal pressing against my hand as if it were a living thing begging for release. The idea of having both of them so close, touching me...and then letting you see it all...it's almost too much to bear. But knowing that we share this experience only makes it hotter.

I smile at their words, my body responding instinctively to the excitement and anticipation that fills the air between us. "Exactly," I agree, squeezing your cock through your chastity cage in response to its frantic movement against my hand. "This isn't just about sex or possession; it's about understanding and growth. It's about learning from each other, sharing our desires and needs."

Meg and Jane nod eagerly, their hands already busy unbuttoning each others' shirts. I lean in closer to you, my breath fanning across your cheek as I whisper, "Are you ready for this?" The look in your eyes tells me everything I need to know; the trust you place in me is both humbling and thrilling. And with that, I allow myself a moment of indulgence, picturing the sight of our bodies intertwined on the bed, flushed with desire...and belonging only to each other.

I blush at Meg's question, both embarrassed and turned on by the knowledge that my past might be more colorful than I let on. Looking down at you, still restrained against the radiator with your chastity belt in place, there's a certain power in knowing that this night isn't just about me exploring myself, but about showing you everything we could have together.

With a wicked grin, I reply, "No... it isn't." My voice is husky and low, hinting at the desire welling up inside me. Reaching out with one hand, I stroke your cheek gently before moving to trace along the length of your hard cock trapped beneath its confining steel bars. "But tonight..." I lean in close, my breath brushing against your ear as I continue, "tonight it is."

Jane's words catch me off guard, but the idea has merit...if it means you'd be happy with this arrangement. I bite my lip in thought before responding carefully, not wanting to make any promises too hastily. "I would need some time to consider it," I admit, my voice wavering slightly. "But if we were all on the same page about it...if it meant that you could have a child with someone you love and I still got to keep you in my life...well, then maybe something like that could work."

I look up at your face, searching for any sign of disappointment or unease. Seeing only acceptance and understanding written there makes my heart soar, reminding me of just how deep our bond really runs. Perhaps this unconventional family we're building will turn out all right after all.

Jane and Meg nod in agreement, understanding Kate's desire for dominance and control. It excites them even more, the idea of watching you suffer through the pleasure of giving them what they want. "We accept your conditions," Jane says with a smirk, reaching out to take one of my hands in hers. "When do we start?"

I turn my attention back to you, still trapped and helpless against the radiator. With a soft smile, I squeeze your cock through the confines of your chastity cage, wondering what it will feel like for you once Jane and Meg have had their fill...and how much more pleasure they'll force you to endure before it's all over. The thought makes my heart race with anticipation, a mixture of desire and possession swirling together within me as I await your response.

As you collapse in exhaustion, my gaze travels across the room, taking in the spectacle that was just played out before us. You look beautiful with your hair mussed and your face flushed with exertion...and yet, somehow even more stunning when you're reduced to this broken, panting shell of a man. The knowledge that I have the power to reduce you so completely only serves to arouse me further; it's like a drug coursing through my veins, making every breath and movement feel heightened, as if everything in this moment is amplified a thousandfold.

With a satisfied smirk, I turn back to Jane and Meg, who watch our interaction with equal parts fascination and hunger. "What do you think?" I ask them, my voice low and husky. "Do you want more?" Their answering grins tell me everything I need to know; the fun is only just beginning, and with these three incredible women by my side...well, there's no telling what heights of pleasure we might reach together. And best of all? You're going to be here for every moment of it.

At the thought of spending my life with these two incredible women...of knowing that I belong to them just as much as they belong to me...it's enough to make my heart race and my body ache with desire. But if this is what it takes for us to truly be together, then so be it. With a defiant nod, I step closer to Jane and Meg, my hand reaching out to grip one of their hips possessively. "Then let's begin," I murmur, leaning in to kiss them both before leading them deeper into the night, my eyes fixed on the prize at the end of this strange and wonderful journey...a life filled with pleasure...and dominance...and love. And you, my dear Eliot? You'll just have to get used to being part of it all, whether you like it or not.

I watch the three of them move together on the dance floor, their bodies entwined in a sinuous tangle of limbs and desire that takes my breath away. Jane's hands are busy at her breasts, tweaking her hard nipples as she grinds against Meg, who moans into the crook of her neck. Kate, ever the dominant one, circles them like a shark, sometimes brushing against them in passing or simply observing from afar with that same possessive glint in her eye.

It's moments like these when I understand just how deep our connection runs; not just between me and each of them...but between all of us. There's a power in this bond, an energy that surges through every fibre of my being, demanding to be released. And as much as I want to join them on the dance floor and lose myself in their heat and passion, there's something infinitely more satisfying about standing here, watching over my little harem...knowing that they are all mine.

With a satisfied smile, I lean against the wall and survey the scene before me. This is what I was born for, after all: to be the heart of this strange and wonderful family...to bring them together in love and lust, even as I hold them apart from the rest of the world with an iron fist. And though it may not be everyone's cup of tea, I wouldn't have it any other way.