2. Stamina
Caught
"It's called a chastity cage,"
The name sounded vaguely familiar.
"…and it's going to help you with your self-control."
She opened a drawer in the workbench and pulled out a set of keys. Were they in there the whole time? Then, climbing up on the bench, she unlocked the cuffs. My tired arms slumped. I pulled the ballgag out of my mouth, not even bothering to unbuckle it; just let it hang wet around my neck. I dropped to the floor, my hands shaking as I desperately released my ankles.
She was foolish enough to turn her back to me.
I pounced on her, knocking her to the ground. My hand on her breast, my mouth pressed against hers - I wanted to CONSUME her. She grabbed my head with both hands, and with all her strength pushed me back.
"Easy, silly boy," a condescending smile. She tapped her finger nail against the plastic cage, "self-control, remember?”
Oh right. Fuck.
“Now get dressed. I've got work stuff to do, and I can't have you…" she bit her lip, "distracting me…"
I almost jumped on her again.
Once I was dressed and cleaned up, she walked me out. "So REMEMBER, just one rule…" she had to keep repeating it, I was beyond reason, "…NO touching." I tried to ask "for how long?", but she just playfully blew a kiss, and closed the door behind me.
What just happened?
Checking in
*buzz buzz*
Sophie: was that ok?
Me: yeah it was intense
Sophie: was it too much?
Me: no it was amazing!!!
Me: i wanted to rip your pants off and fuck you into next week
Sophie: hehe maybe next time I'll let you ;)
Me: :O
Me: seriously tho how long do i have to wear this thing???
Sophie: about that…
Sophie: forgot to mention
Sophie: I'm away next week
Sophie: you can wait that long right?
[Is she being serious?!]
Me: sure :)
Sophie: <3 <3 <3
Challenges
I was awoken during the night by the throb of an erection straining against the hard plastic. A dull electric pleasure that begged for release, my prostate beating an empty pulse.
Gripping the whole cage in my fist, I made the usual motions, as much as the ring around my balls would allow. It felt so close to something. Like I could almost… But not close enough. I got frustrated, annoyed, and angrily, pointlessly shook the cage as fast, as hard as I could. But my arm got tired and ached, and the plastic chafed, and I was getting nowhere.
What was I doing? This was the ONE rule. It’s not that I was scared of being punished, but I didn’t want to disappoint her. I laid back, tried to empty my mind, and eventually fell back to sleep.
I was lucky that I could work from home that week. Jeans helped to flatten and obscure the cage’s bulge, but even so I didn't want to be out in public with it, more than I had to. And using the office bathroom like that would have been an existential nightmare all on its own.
It was strange, though, after a day or two I mostly didn't notice it anymore, like how you don't notice your clothes. It was just normal. My new normal.
In the evenings, Sophie would message me to ask how I was, and was I behaving myself, and was the cage causing me any problems or discomfort.
I ranted to her about how frustrated I was, and told her about all the obscene things I wanted to do to her. She sent me a cheeky selfie of her in her underwear looking so God damn tempting, with the necklace, and the key just barely visible. I tried to jerk off to it (why?) and went to bed even more frustrated.
Until the throbbing woke me again.
It was a long week…
Control
I was on my knees.
As soon as she was home, I ran over to her place. She let me in, but made me wait, naked, in her bedroom while she showered and dressed.
Now she was in front of me, looking down on me. She smelled of fruit, peaches and citrus. Her hair was in a ponytail, still damp, starting to curl at the ends. Her make-up was simpler; winged eyeliner and those same deep red lips. Her lacy lingerie in red.
She was telling me… something. But all my attention was on her chest - my eyes fixed on the key that was dangling there. MY key. It taunted me. It would be so easy… I could just reach out and…
She dug her heel into my thigh. My eyes shot up to meet hers.
"Hey! What did I just say?"
She made a show of her disapproval, hands on hips, furrowed eyebrows, then tucked the key into her bra - out of sight. (Was I that obvious?) I opened my mouth to answer her but I… had nothing.
"You know, if you open your mouth like that, darling," she stuck in her fingers, "I'll have to put it to good use."
I ran my tongue around them, sucked on them. Was this what she wanted? She pulled them out, "mmm, good boy", and stuck her hand in her pants, rubbed herself with my saliva, as she explained.
"What I said was: I'm going to have some fun with my vibrator," gesturing at the bed, "all you have to do is stay here and watch. But," she held my cheek with her wet fingers, "if you touch yourself, if you cum, if you so much as move before I say you can, you'll be wearing the cage for another week."
That… didn't sound too hard. As I'd come to learn, it was basically impossible to cum while wearing the cage. All I had to do was be patient.
She crouched down in front of me, removing the chain from her neck. She had that mischievous smile again. She grabbed hold of the cage. My cock was pale, shrivelled, marked from the cut-outs in the cage. But free at last. I saw traces of her blood-red lipstick still there after all this time. I started to swell.
"Hands here," she placed my palms flat on my thighs; so close to temptation… "And remember, no moving until I say." Then she kissed me on the forehead, and said with a smile, "good luck."
She sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs - inviting, DARING me to come. After her teasing session, through my week of frustration, and now this… I was so worked up, so close to the edge, I felt like a breeze - even my own breath - would be enough to finish me off. I wasn’t sure if I could…
The vibrator flicked on.
She kept her eyes locked on me. She pressed the vibrator between her legs, rubbing it against herself. Her eyes never left me. If I broke the rules, even for a moment, she WOULD know.
My eyes were fixed on her too. She was so fucking hot. I imagined jumping up and grabbing her; I'd pin her down, and I'd do all those obscene things, and I'd fill her up with everything she'd done to me…
What was stopping me?
Her eyes caressed me, inch by inch. She traced my outline, studied my form. She delighted in the way my muscles tensed and flexed as I fought to restrain myself. And when her eyes met the raging stiffness between my legs, she licked her lips. Did she imagine jumping on me too? What was stopping HER?
She laid back onto the bed, still watching. She lifted her feet onto the bed, raised her hips, and pulled off her pants. I could do it. I SHOULD do it. It'd be worth it. She threw her pants at me, landing just short. She'd gotten them so wet.
I'd been kneeling for too long. My legs were starting to ache. This was literal torture. I wanted to shift about, find a more comfortable position, keep the blood flowing. Was that allowed?
She was moaning, grinding her hips. She unclipped her bra and let it drop to the floor. She squeezed her chest, her nipple, and just for a second, closed her eyes.
I tried to breathe through my pain, deep and slow… Shit. How had I forgotten? I held my breath. I bit the inside of my cheek, hard; tried to keep from… Fuck. Maybe another week wouldn't be so bad - my fingers dug into my thighs - if I at least got to cum now… I closed my eyes and tried to empty my mind, think of anyth--
"Eyes on me, baby"
She turned onto her stomach, holding the vibrator between her legs still. She rested her chin on her other arm, now staring me dead in the eye.
Her breathing was getting heavy. I saw her hips rise and fall as she humped the vibrator, getting faster. She lifted her chin, held her fist to her mouth and bit down. Slow again, muttering sacrilege, her breath short. She pushed herself flat against the bed. Time seemed to stop for her…
She exhaled. And with it, she let out a cry of pleasure. She buried her reddening face in her arms, laughing, trying to catch her breath.
Was she still watching? My legs were going numb, I had to risk it…
The buzzing stopped. She rolled onto her back, her head hanging off the edge of the bed. "I'm genuinely impressed, baby," looking at me over the top of her head, "the way you were looking at me… I was sure you were going to jump up and 'fuck me into next week'." Laid out like a cat in a sunbeam, "it was so sexy."
She jumped up, walked over and dangled the vibrator, so that it just grazed the tip of my cock. And she switched it back on. The Gods were finally showing me mercy. As the vibrator glanced off my cock, I was finally going to… But, wait! Had she said I could?
I was on fire. I looked up at her. My eyes BEGGED. I couldn't take it. PLEASE!! For the love of God..!
That smile… "Go on."
…
…
… …
Cum sprayed from me like a fountain.
I felt like I was being turned inside out. I closed my eyes tight, feeling pleasure batter me with every spasm of my prostate.
How… how had I ended up on the floor? Had I blacked out? My whole body was vibrating. I saw the face of an angel in a sea of stars, and I felt her love shine down on me.
I was dead. Finally laid to rest.
Clarity
"I think you broke me…"
We ate pizza and half-watched a film, the same as we normally would.
"…I don't think I can have normal, non-kinky sex anymore."
But was it really the same?
She laughed, "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I really appreciate you giving it a chance and playing along." She squeezed me tight, "thank you," and we kissed like we were a new couple again.
Were WE the same?
"Tell you what, though," I said, "that cage was no joke!" My cock was so sore, "s'gonna take me a while to recover."
"Heh, I was actually really surprised you managed to last the whole week."
I was confused. "I mean it's not like I had a choice, right?"
"I kept messaging you, asking if it was okay. If you said there was a problem, or if you used the safe word, obviously I would have let you out."
That didn't make sense. How could she let me out when she was half way across the country?
"I hid a spare key in your flat the last time I was over. If you'd used the safe word, I would have told you where it was."
I huffed, indignant. Surely she hadn't planned that far ahead. When I got back, I tried looking for the key, but never found it.
"But if you ask me," she teased, "I think you actually LIKED wearing the cage."
Ha! As if…
"Um, so anyway…" I said sheepishly, "I, erm, I saw this thing… in these videos…"
She raised an eyebrow.
"I think it's called… a hogtie?"