I was exploring the secrets of an alien solar system. I had just managed to land on the Sun Station, and was preparing to delve within, when–
“Hey, Max…” I heard an hesitant voice say behind me.
I paused my video game, and spun my gaming chair to face the most beautiful woman in the world, standing at my door.
Yes, I know I’m not being objective, sue me. My girlfriend’s light auburn hair was cut short, giving her a boyish look – which I knew some other men dislike, but they are fools – and framing her cute face upon which a few freckles were randomly sprinkled, as if by the hand of some playful god.
“Yes, Alex?” I asked, removing my headphones.
She was clearly a bit bothered, a light blush highlighting her pale brown eyes, which were not exactly looking at me. “I was wondering if we could do it again?” she asked with an hopeful tone.
“Ah,” I said, realizing what was bothering her. “You are in the mood?”
She rolled her eyes. “Obviously, with that thing…” she replied, tapping her hip.
To be fair, my manhood was also manifesting itself. I closed my game and stood up. “Alright, let’s go.”

Once in our bedroom, Alex took the attached bathroom, while I simply undressed right then and there. I took me barely a few seconds to ditch my T-shirt, sweatpants, and underwear, leaving me in nothing more than my black resin chastity cage. Already, my penis was straining against it, desperately trying to get hard.
I took the strap-on from my nightstand, and put on the harness. Funnily enough, the translucent purple dildo attached to it was smaller than my fully erect dick by a few centimeter, but said dick was currently locked in chastity, and the big black dildo we had wouldn’t have fit.
Then I heard the bathroom door open, and Alex stepped in. At the risk of repeating myself: she was beautiful. Wearing only her–
She didn’t even let me have the time to admire her body, as she immediately threw herself on me.

I caught her by reflex, holding her as best I could with one arm holding one of her thigh and the other on her back, pressing her body against mine while she pulled my head toward hers.
The rest of the world felt infinitely far away as we had the most fabulous kiss, until my arms started to feel weak. Rather than dropping her – which I somehow knew would have killed the mood – I decided to let the both of us gently fall onto our bed.
Our lips separated, with only a bit of saliva falling out. She was looking up at me, her blush now covering all of her face, and if the beating of my heart was any indication, my own face must also be experiencing some increased blood flow.
I held myself up with an arm, my other guiding the strap-on dildo as I slowly inserted it into its destination. I then slowly started thrusting, making small back and forth movements faster and faster as I became more confident that it wouldn’t get out.
Alex seemed to appreciate my motions, closing her eyes and taking shallow breaths. Her face was so cute, like an angel tasting a forbidden fruit.

I got into a rhythm, my hands on either side of her head, holding myself up as if I was doing push-ups. I’m not a sportive person by nature, as my not-flat belly can attest. I’m not fat, especially since Alex started to drag me out to go do workouts with her, but I don’t have defined abs or anything. She says she doesn’t mind, but I still suck my tummy in to appear thinner.
Anyway, my right arm was getting tired, so I shifted my weight to my left arm, and directed my right hand down to Alex’s chest. Alas, my fingers didn’t meet her soft, warm breast, but instead hit a cold metal barrier.
Indeed, in my excitement, I had almost completely forgot about the steel chastity bra Alex wore. My finger tightened around the offending hemisphere, but the metal was cold and unyielding.
A childish part of me was frustrated at being denied the touch of her bosom, and that anger only made me thrust harder.
My dick felt as if it was going to explode within its cage, but once again the stimulation was insufficient to actually make me cum. In fact, the only time I ever had an orgasm while locked in chastity was when Alex had been teasing me with her vibrator at the maximum setting. That had been messy.

I couldn’t sustain the increased pace for long, however, and I started going slower, panting for air.
Alex noticed it. “Want me to get on top?” She asked, clearly not satisfied either.
I nodded, dropping next to her as she crawled up and above me. As she positioned herself, I could observe the few drops of liquid escaping her chastity belt and running down her thighs, evidence of her arousal.
Once she was in a cowgirl position, she put the strap-on dildo back into the fleshlight affixed to her belt. And then she started moving. She wasn’t exactly twerking, but she was moving her hips like she was possessed. One of her hand was on the bed helping her keep her balance, while the other was vainly rubbing against the metal of her chastity device, trying but failing to give herself enough stimulation.
We had watched porn videos of guys that managed to cum despite being in chastity, because they stroked a dildo held at their crotch, and tricked their brain into thinking that it was their real dick. We tried to do the same thing, hoping to deceive our subconscious into giving us one of these “phantom orgasm”, but we didn’t have any luck so far.
If Alex’s moans of frustration were any indication, today wouldn’t be the day that this changes. And this is despite the fact that she went at it so hard that, if it had been my real cock instead of a plastic dildo, I wouldn’t have lasted even a minute.
With a final sad whine, Alex gave up and fell beside me like a puppet with its string cut. Her eyes were overflowing with tears of frustration, as I held her tight against me with an arm, not minding the cold metal of her bra on my skin in the least.

“I want to have an orgasm… so bad…” she whispered, her head resting on my shoulder.
“I know. Me too.” I answered, my own eyes humid too, before kissing her forehead.
We continued to snuggle for a while.

…

Afterward, as we were dressing back up and putting away the toys, I asked Alex “You still want to do the rest of Locktober?”
“What?” She exclaimed, turning to face me, her shirt only half-buttoned. “Of course I still want to! Why?”
I watched her pretty belly as she did the last button, hiding it from view. “Well, you seemed to regret that decision not so long ago…”
“Pff, that was just the frustration talking,” she said, sounding dismissive, “Don’t worry about me, I love the denial!” She smiled and gave me a thumb-up.
“Oh, so it’s fine with you if we also do ‘NO’vember and Denial December?” I teased.
Her smile became brittle, and I couldn’t help but laugh, which earned me a pillow thrown at my face.
I love her.