Chapter 2
It was Thursday afternoon and I was sitting at my desk with a smirk on my face as I replayed the encounter with Landon in my head. I should have been working, but I was having trouble focusing. I was way too pleased with myself. I had a great time, and I felt like I made sure he had a great time as well. He was so cute and eager. Even his name made me chuckle – Landon Larson. Who would do that to their own son?
It had been a few weeks, and I decided to give him a call. I arranged for him to come to my house on Saturday afternoon. I told him to come through the side gate, then text me.
“I’m here.”
“Good, right on time. Walk to the back yard and go in the shed.”
There was an old tool shed in the back of the house. It came stocked with gardening tools, and a bunch of junk. And a giant bird cage. At least I think it was a bird cage. It had a diameter of about 4 feet, a max height of about 6 feet, and thick bars. I don’t know why a bird cage would be so big, or have such thick bars, but people in this area could be quite extravagant. I had thrown out most of the junk, and was planning to get rid of the cage, but just hadn’t gotten around to it yet.
“Okay, I’m in the shed.”
Of course I already knew that. I had moved my doorbell camera into the shed. It was stashed on a shelf between two paint cans. I was pretty sure that he wouldn’t notice it.
“Take off your clothes. Yes, underwear too. Set them on the floor by the door.”
“Done.”
“Go into the cage. Shut the door. Pick up the pad lock and lock the door shut.”
I watched him read the text. He had a sour look on his face. The truth was, if he didn’t want to do it I was still planning to go out there and have some fun with him. Then he entered the cage and shut the door behind him. I held my breath. He picked up the lock, reached to the outside of the cage, and locked the door shut. I let out an inadvertent squeal as I watched on my laptop. Who was I becoming?
“The cage is locked.”
I had bought hand cuffs and shackles for this occasion. I had never shopped on the internet for bondage gear before. I was amazed at all the things that were available to buy.
“Lock the shackles around your ankles, then cuff your wrists behind your back.”
He did as he was told. I giggled as I saw him struggle to lock his wrists behind his back. Then struggle again as he tried to pick up his phone and text me. This was really opening up a playful side to my personality that I hadn’t seen in a long time.
“Done.”
“Good job. Just sit tight. I should be home in about an hour.”
I hit send and waited to see the look on his face. I was not disappointed. I didn’t have the sound on, but I could tell that he was swearing. Swearing a lot. Of course, I actually was home, but Landon didn’t need to know that. I saw him struggle with his cuffs. They didn’t come off. Then he pushed on the door, which didn’t budge. I was getting so turned on. I had to send one more text.
“In case of an emergency, make sure you call the fire department. They should be able to cut open the cage door.”
He was really swearing at me now. I didn’t blame him. I was so tickled with how things were turning out. This was making me really hot. I had to force myself to wait an hour before I went out.
An hour later, I was strutting into the shed in a two piece bathing suit. “Well hey there,” I said in a friendly voice. “How’s it going in here?”
“Good. I mean, I am uncomfortable, and hot. But besides that, good.”
He was too cute. I wanted him inside me right then, but I knew it would be better if I stuck to the plan.
“Well, how about we go for a swim,” I said as I unlocked the cage. “Come on,” I said as if I was calling a dog. He awkwardly started walking out of the cage, bending in half just to make it out the door.
I certainly didn’t want him to fall, so I slid my arms around his right arm and leaned into him as we walked toward my pool. We looked just like a couple talking a leisurely stroll in the park, except he was naked and handcuffed.
I don’t know why he was letting me do this to him. Did he like being dominated, or was he just going along with it for the sex? I didn’t know. Either way, it was a boost to my ego, which really didn’t need any boosting.
I helped him down the steps into the pool. Once we were in the water, I led him around by his penis. I really enjoyed watching him struggle to keep up with me. Eventually we made it back to the steps. I pulled off my bottoms and sat back on a step.
“Let’s see what you remember from last time.”
“Do you want me too…” he had trouble finishing the sentence.
“Yes sweetheart. Take a deep breath.” I gently grabbed the hair on the back of his head, and pulled his head under the water to my waiting sex. After about 15 seconds his head popped up and he gasped for air.
I had never tried this in a pool before. I instantly knew that there was no way that I was going to climax. But it sure was fun trying. After dunking Landon for about the tenth time, I decided that it was time to go to the hot tub. Once we were in, I grabbed his manhood and worked him up. I brought him to the edge a few times, then I would pinch both of his nipples and give them a twist for about thirty seconds.
“Owww.”
Again, so cute.
I decided to work him to climax. With one hand I held his sack and the other worked his shaft. He was really enjoying himself and started to get loud.
“Shhhh. I don’t want my neighbors to hear.”
With that, he clamped his lips together while I finished him off. I let him catch his breath for a couple of minutes, then I sat on the side of the hot tub with only my feet in the water.
“Rest time is over. Come here and get to work.” He came over as I spread my legs. I guided his head to where I wanted it. He actually remembered quite a bit from our first encounter and was doing a good job. I was a little worried about one of my neighbors looking over the fence, and this was distracting me. I knew that I would never climax if I couldn’t clear my mind. So, sat back and really focused on Landon’s tongue.
When I got close I told him, “Okay, faster.” I encouraged him to keep it up until I finally climaxed. I slid back into the hot tub, pushed him back onto a seat, then reclined on his lap for several minutes.
“Good job,” I told him. “That felt great.”
“Oh, thanks. I really haven’t done that as much as I might have said I did.”
“Yeah, no shit.”
We both laughed. Then I led him back to the shed. Once we were in the shed I gave him his options. “I can uncuff you now, and you can go. Or, I can bend over that workbench and we can have sex. But if we have sex, you need to spend another hour in the cage.”
He didn’t have to think twice about it. A few seconds later I was rolling a condom down over his erect penis and bending over the workbench. I reached between my legs, and guided him in. He then started to thrust.
“Slow down cowboy. Start nice and slow, and eventually start going harder.”
Eight minutes later I locked him back in the cage and started back towards the house with a huge smile on my face.
Thirty minutes later I took a glass of ice water out to him, with a straw of course. We had a nice chat. I let him know how much I enjoyed our encounters. I wanted to make sure that he was having fun as well, and he assured me that he was and that he was looking forward to our next encounter. I tried to find out if this was his kink, but he really wouldn’t say. Was he just too shy? I had the feeling that he was keeping something from me. After about thirty minutes of talking I unlocked the cage, uncuffed him, and sent him on his way.