Sunday morning, I woke up and saw Tiffany was already awake and staring at me.
“Wha– what’s up?” I groggily ask.
“Just looking at you,” she says with a smile. “Did you have fun yesterday?”
I nod as she wraps her arms around me and pulls my head into her shoulder.
I feel my cage press into her tigh as she snuggles up to me.
She gives a subtle smile and runs a finger over my cage.
“I hope you’re enjoying that as much as I am,” she kisses my forehead.
“So,” I softly say. “How will this work at school?”
“Well,” she says tightening her grip around me. “I mean, we’ll just be a typical power couple at school,” she smiles.
“Power couple?”
“Well duh,” she laughs. “You’re the starting shortstop and I’m the cheer captain,” she scratches my back.
“Ok fine,” I screams. “Outwardly power couple.”
“Inwardly,” she smiles. “We’ll just be us.” I nod as she flashes a sexy smile. “But in bed,” she picks up her key and traces it acrosss her lips. “You’re gonna hate me just as much as you like me.”
“I don’t know about that,” I say running a hand through her hair.
“Oh you will,” she kisses my cheek.
“Really,” I say cocking an eyebrow.
She hums and nods, running a finger over her key. “I’m a bitch. I’m a tease. I’ll have you begging on your knees,” we both laugh.
“You should be a poet.”
“Maybe I will.”
—
On Monday morning, Tiffany and I arrive at school in her car. I won’t lie, I am dreading this morning. The dread is a mix of the attention that I know we’ll both receive when we reveal our relationship, and also the nerves of my first time wearing the cage and not being around Tiffany.
“You ready?” she asks knowing I don’t like being the center of attention unless I’m playing baseball.
I take a deep breath and nod. “Ready as I’ll ever be,” I say opening the door.
We walk into the building holding hands, and just let our respective friends groups let the ir collective gasps out.
—
After a long day of classes and an even longer practice, Tiffany and I finally get back in her car.
“You ok?” she asks.
“I made it,” I say turning to look at her. “Let’s get out of here before the crowd finds us.”
We get to her house and Tiffany shows off her cooking skills and make some of the best quesadillas I’ve ever had.
“I have lotsa skills you’re gonna enjoy,” she winks as I collect our plates.
“I have skills too,” I say mockingly.
“Ok then,” she sits back in her chair. “Make some dessert.”
“Alright,” I stand up and carry our plates to the kitchen sink. She’s never had one of my milkshakes and I’ve never met anyone whose disliked them.
I look through her fridge, freezer and cabinet for the things I need.
I put two scoops of vanilla ice cream in the blender. Add chocolate syrup, crushed oreos and then run the blender for 22 seconds. Add more chocolate syrup, and run the blender for 13 more seconds.
I walk out to the dining room with two milkshakes. She’s leaning down so she can wash the table, but when she sees me she stops cleaning the table. She stands up and cocks an eyebrow at me and give me that sexy smile of hers.
“You may wanna sit down,” I say flashing my own smile.
Without breaking eye contact, she sits down. I hand her a cup and watch her close her eyes as she takes a sip. Her eyes shoot wide open as she sips the milkshake.
“Holy shit,” she says with a bit of a milkmoustache. “I wish I know about this earlier,” she wipes her Moustache away and sucks her finger clean.
—
We get in bed a few hours later, ready to watch a movie together. She decides to put on a silly movie from our childhood. She rests her head on my shoulder for most of the movie, my head resting on hers.
Towards the end of the movie, there’s a scene where the main character gets tied up.
“That’s interesting,” she says lifting her head. “What do you think it’s like to be tied up?” I cock an eyebrow at her. “Just be unable to do anything to stop whatever the person decides to do to you.”
She makes a silly face when she finishes her sentence and I begin to laugh. She leans in for a kiss when I finish laughing and then she sits up next to me.
Her body is slightly angled towards me, but still leaning against the headboard. “So I I took a moment to ponder her question. I can’t pinpoint a time or occasion where I found out this was something I wanted. I guess just over time I got sick of girls who just bent to my will.
“I think at some point I just wanted a girl to take charge for once, you know?” Without saying anything, her eyes tell me that she understands exactly what I mean. “Girls always chased me, but if they ever got me they just became pushovers and wanted to do whatever I wanted to do.” She nods and without saying a word encourages me to continue. “Girls always viewed me as a tease, but they never wanted to tease me back.”
“Well I love to tease,” she sweetly says with a smile.
“Now what about you?”
She twirls her hair. “I think I’ve just always known I’m dominant,” she blows a kiss. “I mean, you’ve known since we met that I’m quite a tease.” She leans down and kisses me, lying down with a grin. “As soon as we met I knew you had a submissive streak in you,” she winks. “Bought that cage for you a week later.”
“That’s a bit creepy,” I giggle.
“Don’t see you running,” she wraps her arms around me.
—
Tiffany and I spend the next couple of nights in her house cuddling, watching TV and getting to know each other a bit more than we already do. She dresses a bit provocatively whenever we’re alone, showing off a little extra skin, but she really doesn’t use her “power” in bed.
School and baseball practice are a bit uncomfortable with my newbondage, but not enough to effect my focus in either of them. Also, equally as important, no one seems to notice.
Dispite her restraint, frustration is still building inside me. I’m a 19 year old whose had attention from girls since I was a kid. I haven’t gone a week without cumming since before high school.
Tiffany almost certainly knows she’s driving me a little crazy based on her knowledge smile whenever she sees me look at the key on her necklace.
—
By Thursday, I think I have made all the adjustments I need to wear the chatity cage. I buy some tighter undergarments to hold the cage in place more, and some baggier baseball pants to not show the outline of the cage.
Today, Tiffany’s practice finishes before mine and she sits in the bleachers to watch my batting session. I won’t lie, it definitely does put a little extra in my swing knowing that she’s watching.
“You put on quite a show there,” she says leaning in and kissing me when my practice lets out.
“Just for you,” I wink.
“Oh how sweet,” she sarcastically says as we begin to walk to her car.
“What are you hungry for?” I ask as we get into her car.
—
When we get to the house, I make some burgers and continue to glance at her key while we eat. I know I glance at her key more and more each day but I can’t help it. She doesn’t say anything about it, but there’s no chance she doesn’t notice.
After I take a long hot shower, I enter the bedroom. I find Tiffany’s cotton panties on the bed.
I feel my cock twitch as I pick them up and toss them into her dirty laundry hamper.
“I’m impressed,” I hear Tiffany chime from behind me.
I turn around and see her leaning against the door with a different smile, wearing a floral lace royal blue lingerie set.
Oh fuck. I don’t know what color she looks the best in but I haven’t found one she looks bad in yet.
“Ho… you lo… look amazing,” I weakly say as she approaches me.
“I thought you’d like this,” she says pushing me onto the bed. “Matches our school uniforms and everything,” she giggles walking around me. “Or maybe you were more focused on how enormous my tits look.” She leans down and shakes her chest in my face, her key actually bouncing off my forehead.
“I was thinking,” she says pulling the handcuffs out of her nightstand.
“Ever since Our little arrangement began,” she cuffs my wrists over the headboard. “I’ve gone very easy on you,” she lifts up the cage with one finger.
“Oh… ooh… ok,” is all I can softly say.
“I mean,” she leans forward and her breasts and key increasingly dangle in front of me “I did warn you that I’ll have you beginning,” she puts a finger over my lips. “And I wanna drive you fucking wild,” she kisses my forehead and a gentle moan escapes my lips. “And you did know I was a tease,” she says with a hand squeezing my chest.
I nod, desperate for her to pay my cock some attention.
“Wh… whatd… do you h… have in… mind?” I softly ask.
“I’m thinking I’ll show you what a truly merciless tease I can be,” she lies down on her side next to me. “Your tongue will be getting some workouts for me, because I can still cum anytime.”
I nod, looking deep into her eyes.
“And also I’ll start to dress more like this,” she smiles and gestures down her lingerie clad body. “Only when we’re here,” she leans in and kisses me. “Just to remind you who the boss is,” she winks and leans down. I let out a weak moan as she bites my lip.
“Oh… oh fuck,” is all I can weakly say as she wraps her arms around me.
“Do you like the sound of that?” she says with a smile as she sweetly cares my cheek.
“Oh fuck yes,” I softly answer as she pinches my nipples.
“Good boy,” she says lifting herself over me and lowering herself onto my face.
She cums and then smears herself all over my face, coating me in her juices before she lifts herself off of me.
“Oh that was very nice,” she says straddling my chest.
I feel her run her foot over my caged member, before she leans down and releases the cuffs.
I look up at her, confused as she takes my wrists and puts my hands over her tits.
After a few minutes of massaging and squeezing her tits, she lies down next to me and turns the TV on.
“What are you doing?” I softly ask. She turns to me with a raised eyebrow, and her eyes tell me she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. “Are you gonna unlock me?”
“No,” she says with a chuckle. “Not tonight baby,” she runs a hand through my hair.
“I wanna fuck you!” I protest. I reach up and wipe some of her juices off my face with my finger.
“Hey!” she loudly snaps her finger. “Suck that finger clean,” my cock twitches when she speaks so authoritatively.
I don’t dare break eye contact as I suck my finger.
When I pull my finger out of my mouth, she smiles at my compliance.
“Now don’t wipe anythinging else off your face,” she says with her smile returning. “Just a lil’ reminder of whose in charge.”
—
Her classes on Friday finish a couple hours before mine, but she wouldn’t tell me what she did while she waited for me.
A simple “You’ll find out later,” was all she would say. It drive me a bit crazy wondering what she was up to, knowing that she was scheming something up.
After an ageing day of classes and a game, we finally make it to the house. During the game, I’m constantly checking her out in her cheating outfit, appreciating her angelic body. I notice that she has pink manicured nails, but I have no idea what she’s set up for this evening.
As soon as we arrive home and the door’s closed and locked, I leap into a kiss with her. I pin her arms against the door as we kiss and I desperately grind my hips against her.
“Please,” I softly cry as we break apart for a moment.
“Please what?” she taunts as our lips reconnect.
“Please fuck me,” I began to tear up as our hips grind together. “Please,” I whisper as she began to wipe my tears away. “I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?” she innocently asks with a twinkle in her eyes.
“Anything,” I say tightening my grip on her hips. “I’ll grovel at your feet… I’ll embarrass myself…,” she puts a finger over my lips and I began to cry onto her shoulder in frustration.
“I don’t want you to do any of those things,” she softly says running a hand through my hair.
“What do you want?” I loudly ask unable to hide my frustration.
“I wanna tease you some more,” she smiles.
“Fuck,” I whimper as my head collapses back onto her shoulder. “Please just fuck me,” I wrap my arms around her.
“Oh I will,” she says running a hand up my thigh. “But first I have to make sure you’re teased like you wanted,” she says sounding more than a bit amused at my frustration.
“Fuck,” I growl as she softly runs a hand through my hair. She lets out a slight gasp as my arms tighten around her.
We remain like this for a few minutes before she reaches back and pulls my arms off of her. I lift my head up and look deep into her eyes as she wipes my tears away.
“Are you ok?” she asks with less playfulness than before. I nod, barely able to maintain eye contact. “Do you still wanna do this?”
I nod, leaning in and giving her a kiss.
“Go to the bedroom,” she sexual whispers in my ear. “I want you naked, on your knees, facing the bed.”
“Yes Mistress,” I answer feeling my cheeks burn.
I walk into the bedroom and toss my clothes aside and knee, facing the foot of our bed. A chill runs up my spine when I knee on the carpet, my back to the bedroom door.
I hear a pair of heels clicking on the hardwood hallway floor, stopping behind me in the doorway.
She tightly cuffs my wrists behind my back and ties a blindfold around my eyes.
A gentle moan escapes my lips when she croouches behind me, nibblingat my ear. I feel my hands brush against her naked thighs as she tightly pulls me in to her.
“Don’t struggle,” she softly says wrapping an arm around my neck, putting me in a rear naked choke. It’s nowhere near a blood choke, but firm enough to muffle all of my whimpers and pleading.
“Are you gonna be a good boy?” she asks in a mocking tone.
“Yes Mistress,” I answer weakly.
“I know you are,” she sweetly whispers in my ear. “You’re my good boy.”
I try to speak, but she tightens her arm just a bit and turns and all of my words into shallow breaths.
“Shhhh,” she softly says. “I’ve gotcha. There’s no need for you to speak right now,” she says wiping a of bead sweat off my forehead. “I want you to just feel owned for a bit,” she says massaging my bicep. “Now squeeze my tight if you can do that for me.”
With my bound wrists I reach with my right hand and squeeze her thigh, getting a childish giggle out of her.
“I wonder if you would like to know what I’m wearing.” I let out a soft moan as she stuffs two fingers in my mouth. “Give my fingers a good suck if you do.”
I suck on her fingers as hard as I can while she almost fucks my mouth with them.
“Good boy,” she says in my ear. “I’m sure you hear my heels while you were waiting,” she pauses as I nod. “They’re my favorite pink silettos,” she pauses and gently squeezes my neck. “You know,” she says with audible lust “the one that leaves my toes uncovered.” She presses her fingers deep into my mouth and holds them their until I began to squirm.
“I’m wearing a special outfit for you,” she says slightly withdrawing her fingers but still leaving them in my mouth. “It’s a pair of pink latex panties and a matching crop top.” She rubs her tits against my back as she talks. “I’m thinking you really like the way I look in pink,” she finally removes her fingers from my mouth and unwraps her arm from around my neck.
I fall forward before she grabs my arms, gentlyguiding me back to my kneeing position.
“Easy easy,” she almost inaudibly whispers. “Breathe.”
I take a few minutes and catch my breath, feeling her hand on my back as I knee.
“Please fuck me.” I plead as I feel her wipe my saliva off on my back.
“I will baby,” she softly says still sitting behind me. “But not yet.”
She guides me onto the end of the bed, tying my ankles to the corners. She slides my blindfold off and kisses the back of my neck.
I’m kneeing at the foot of the bed facing the headboard, my ankles tied to the corners and my hands cuffed. She comes into view, wearing the outfit she described a few moments ago.
She sits on the bed in front of me, and I lean down to kiss her.
“I love seeing you struggle,” she softly says.
“You look even better than I imagined,” I softly moan as we kiss.
“Why don’t you show me what you mean,” she says pulling apart and smiling worsely.
“What do you mean?”
Without saying anything, she takes her necklace off and slides the key into the padlock.
I moan and softly whimper as she slides the cage and the ring off, lightly struggling me.
“Oh my,” she giggles as I grow to my full length. “You ARE turned on,” she lightly runs a finger over my head.
“I wanna cum,” I softly whimper as she pulls her hand away.
“I know you do. Let’s see What I can do to help with that.” She speaks softly as she presses a gag, which seems to have just magically appeared, into my lips and buckles it around my head.
She gets on her knees on the bed, sliding her panties down and lightly rubbing her sex over my dripping cock.
“Come down,” she lightly pulls me down and guides me into her as she lies down.
My wrists tied behind my back, my ankles to the bed, gagged, but still on top of her.
She moans as I twitch inside her. I began to lift myself up on my knees.
When she sees, she nudges my knees and I fall down. She tangles her legs around mine, completely immobilizing me.
She lifts my chest up, her eyes sparkling as we look deep into each other’s eyes.
“You’re a good boy,” she says gently lowering my body back down onto her.
I whimper into my gag as I feel her gripping my cock, clenching down on it as I can’t do anything more than twitch inside her.
“Oh that’s a good boy,” she says as I push my face down onto the pillow next to her head. I scream into my gag, so loud that if I wasn’t gagged the neighbors might’ve called the police.
“I know I know,” she gently says running a hand through my hair. “You’re gonna make me cum like this.” I hear her lightly moan as I press my hips down, just about the only thing I can do.
I lift my face to reveal my eyes, brimming with tears of frustration. She softly wipes my tears away.
“If you can make me cum like this then I’ll get on top and fuck you like you want.”
I bury my face back in the pillow and scream again in a mix of frustration and lust.
“Oh baby,” she moans as my twitching continues. “Just imagine how good it’ll feel when I suck you clean,” she says while nibbling at my ear. “And then give you a proper fucking like you deserve.”
I squeal at her promises and feel her convulse around me.
No way she actually just came.
I look up and see her eyes closed and mouth wide open as she moans. I try to press my hips down, but I can’t go any deeper inside her.
When she finally returns to reality, she has a childish grin on her face.
“Holy shit,” she says before undoing the gag and pulling me in for a kiss.
“Please please,” I whimper as we break apart.
“I know I know,” she cares my cheek and untangling her legs. “Pull out.”
I hesitantly pull out of her and she rolls off the bed.
She unties my ankles and rolls me onto my back, retying my ankles and climbing on top of me.
She lies on top of me, and she must’ve slide her panties back up. She rubsher panties against my throbbing member as she presses her chest into mine.
“Ple-“I began to plead before she puts a finger over my lips.
“No beginning,” she says seemingly looking into my soul. “I know what you want,” she wraps her hand around my throat without applying pressure. “I’m gonna suck your beautiful hard cock clean,” she moans.
I begin to speak but she lightly squeezes my throat. “Don’t speak. Beg me with your eyes.”
I nod, but she doesn’t ease her grip on my throat.
She lowers her face until we’re almost nose to nose. “Do you wanna feel my soft, wet, plump lips wrapped around this beautiful hard thing?” she teases.
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