The next morning, I wake up to Tiffany delightfully sucking my cock.
She lifts her head up when she sees I’m awake. “Good morning baby,” she says running her tongue over the head. “You got hard while you were sleeping.” She gently sucks the head for a few seconds. “Figured I could help with that,” she winks taking me all the way in her mouth.
I reach down and sink my hand into her hair. Remembering last time I don’t push her down, but just prevent her from lifting her head up. She slowly slides her mouth down my length, taking a moment to adjust to the depth as she slides down. I let out a howl as I cum down her throat and lift her head up.
She climbs up the bed and we hug.
“That was indeed very helpful,” I playfully says as we kiss.
“Oh well then you’re welcome,” she chuckles. “Maybe you should return the favor for me,” she says lifting her eyesbrows.
“Of course,” I say rolling her onto her back.
“No no, wait just a second.” She sits up and rEach over to her nightstand and hands the cage to me. “Lock it up first,” she says batting her eyes.
Almost without thought, I slide the ring up and then press the cage and ring together. She reaches out and locks the padlock shutter, giving the cage a kiss and looking up at me.
“You give the best head when this is on you,” she says kissing the cage one more time.
“Oh is that so?” I cockily ask.
“Yes,” she flatly says. “Because you’re less interested in teasing me with that on,” she says lying down and putting her hands behind her head. “Now get to work.”
I slide down the bed, feeling her wrap her legs around me as I start to lick her.
After she cums I begin to lift my head up, but she slides her hand into my hair and holds my head down.
“Oh no no no,” she taunts. “I decide when you’re done.”
After another two or three orgasms, she allows my head up and I take a deep breath.
“Such a good boy,” she says. I smile as I feel her juices drip down my face. “You like my mark on you?” she asks as she scoops her juices off my face and feeds them to me. I nod, sucking her fingers clean.
After my face and her fingers are clean, we snuggle up together and silently watch whatever superhero movie was on the TV when she turned it on.
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Over the next few days, Tiffany and I spend almost all of our time doing only a few Things: Cuddling, sleeping, working out and me orally serving her every morning and evening.
Despite my oral servitude, the worksouts are definitely her favorite part of each day.
She decides that I will spot her on all of her lifts instead of one of her girlfriends. In between almost every set, she makes sure that some part of her body rubs against my leg or cage. She does it subtly enough to seems innocent to anyone else in the gym, but not to us.
The most difficult part of this is definitely Wednesday when she does squats. She tells me to spot her the same way I would spot aguy. This means my hands are mere inches from her breasts in her tight sports bra.
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When we arrive home from the gym on Friday afternoon, I pin Tiffany to a wall and kiss her.
“Ohh,” she groans as I slide my hand up her shirt and fondle her breasts. “You seem to have some pen up energy,” she giggles.
“Oh you think,” I sarcastically reply grinding my cage against her.
“Oh,” she says pretending to be deep in thought. “Have you been getting all worked up?” She groans as I pinch her nipple. “Has spotting me and licking me all week been making you ache down there?” She giggles and slides a hand over my cage as I moan in frustration.
I grab the waist of her yoga pants with my free hand but she slapse it away.
“Nuh uh,” she wags a finger in my face before softly caresing my cheek. “Not just yet.”
“Please,” I whisper. “Please fuck me.”
“I will,” she says softly. “Maybe.”
I throw my head back and let out a primary growl.
“Settle down,” she says, sweetly caresing my cheek. “I don’t know about you but I’m hungry,” she smiles.
I nod, regaining my composition as she frees herself of my grip.
“Why don’t you go make some lunch,” she kisses my cheek. “Meet me in the bedroom when you’re all set.”
“What do you want?” I ask as she begins walking away.
“Surprise me!” she cheerily says.
I make us each two eggs and walk into our bedroom.
“Oh fuck” I softly say as I see Tiffany on our bed.
She’s lying on our bed wearing a black leather corset crop top and black leather pants, a pair of handscuffs clipped to her belt loop.
“Oh hi baby,” she playfully waves. “See anything you like?”
I hand over her plate of eggs but remains at the foot of the bed for a minute, admiring the tight leather and the way it hugs her amazing body.
After we eat, she tosses our paper plates into the trash can and climbs on top of me.
I slide my hands up and down her leather clad body, letting out a moan when she rubs her crotch against my caged member.
“I never asked,” she snickers. “Do you like my outfit?” I let out a growl and tightly squeeze her ass, eliciting a chuckle from her. “Yeah I thought you’d like that.”
We kiss again and she rolls off of me, gently slapping my hands off of her.
“I think you should strip,” she says running a finger over my cage.
I oblige and climb on top of her.
“That’s a good boy,” she says caresing my arm. “And a very good cock,” she winks sliding a finger over the cage. “All nice and locked up,” she kisses me. “Like it’s my own little present.”
I let out a growl as we kiss again.
“Although I guess it’s not so little when it’s free,” she says pushing me off of her and dangles the key. “Whenever I decided that should be.”
I reach up for her, but she pushes my arms down, taking the cuffs off her belt loop and cuffing my hands to the headboard.
“Now why don’t you give me a good lick andI’ll decide if you should get fucked tonight.” She slides her pants down a bit and plants herself on my face.
I desperately lick her, feeling her juices drip down my face as she moans in pleasure. As I hear her breathing get shallow, I flick her clip and she squeezes my head with her thighs, holding my head in place as she cums all over my face.
I let out a smile enjoying the submissive Feelings of this moment. Her juices covering my face, my wrists cuffed to the headboard and my cock throbbing in its cage.
“Well don’t you look very happy,” she says lying down on top of me and kissing me. “Maybe a little proud of yourself too.” She slides a hand down and begins fondling my balls. “Proud that you made your sexy woman cum all over your face,” she chuckles and lightly moans as I bite her lip.
“I love you.” I softly say as we break apart, feeling my ability to speak begin to disappear.
“I love you too,” she smiles.
I let out a gentle whimper as she slides off the bed.
She retrieves a gag from her dresser and pulls out a small black bag with no markings on the outside.
She crawls back on top of me, giving me a soft kiss before lifting herself up on her knees.
“Whose good boy are you?” she asks.
“I’m your good boy,” I answer in barely a whisper.
“Yes you are,” she sweetly says pressing the gag into my lips. “And I have a present for you,” she buckles the gag around my head. She reaches into the bag and pulls out a black collar. “Just for when we play.” She smiles and shows me the tag, a heart with “Tiffany’s Good Boy” engraved on it. We look deep into each other’s eyes as she tightens it, just tight enough to lightly choke me.
I feel a new level of submission Take over as I lie there bound, gagged, caged and now collared.
After a couple minutes of just enjoying my submissive bliss, I feel her lips on my thighs.
I let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a moan seeing her gently sucking on the cage.
She looks up at me, flashing her beautiful smile as she takes her necklace off, sliding the key into the padlock.
My cock pushes the ring and cage apart once she removes the padlock. She slowly and deliberately slides the cage and ring off, making sure to not touch my throbbing member.
“So many things I could do with this,” she began to tease me by running a single fingerprintnail over the underside of my cock.
I began lightly rocking my hips, but she simply pulled her hand away.
“Not just yet Mister,” she playfully says wagging her finger at me. I stop thrusting and she reaches down, firmly squeezing the base of my cock with her thumb and index finger.
Her eyes move between my eyes and my cock. “I love seeing it dance,” she giggles as her eyes settle on my twitching member.
I began lightly rocking my hips again, but don’t gain any sensing since she doesn’t move her fingers.
After about a minute of thrusting my hips, I stop andlet out a growl as my cock continues pulsing with desire.
Seeing my frustration, she smiles and tightens her fingers on the base until my cock standing upright.
She lowers her head until it’s no more than 4 inches from my cock, and she begins to blow air on the tip.
My hips being rocking again, brushing lightly against her lips before she lifts her head up.
“Oh you almost got me,” she taunts giving me a kiss on the cheek.
I look up at her as she scratches my chest, tracing her other hand inside my thigh.
“I love your desperate eyes,” she softly says sucking my lip around the gag.
I continue to look deep into her glistening eyes as she slides back down the bed, teasing my cock with her tongue and lips for a few seconds before taking it in her mouth.
Her ability to always keep me just a few strokes from cumming while blowing me is the most frustrating part of our chatity play, and this time around is no exception.
Despite her lips and tongue working me and my thrusting into her, it’s as if a spell has been cast on me preventing me from cumming.
After a blowjob which somehow lasts both hours and seconds, she lifts her head up and I squeal around my gag.
She smiles, licking her glistening lips clean and climbs up the bed again.
“I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.” She softly speaks with a smile as she looses the collar so it’s no longer choking me.
“I know our friend seems quite eager for round two.” She gestures her head towards my cock, wet with her saliva and still bouncing in the air.
I plead with my eyes and rock in my restraints, but she kisses my forehead and looks down at my body.
“Here’s what you’re gonna do for me,” she says flipping her hair. “Nod if you want another blowjob, or blink twice for the feather,” she winks.
For a moment, I consider the frustration of the two and nod.
“Good boy.” She kisses the gag and climbs back down the bed.
I desperately rock my hips and understand around as she edges me over and over. Each edge makes my cock more and more sensitive before she mercifully lifts her head up. I feel tears of frustration begin forming in my eyes as she climbs up the bed.
She pulls the gag out and kisses me, running a finger over my sensitive head.
We break apart and she sees the tears in my eyes.
“You ok?” she softly asks.
I try to speak, but find myself unable to create any sound. I nod as she softly wipes my tears away.
“Do you need a break?”
I shake my head no, but my cock continues throbbing.
“You just wanna get fucked don’t ya?” she knowingly smiles. I nod as she climbs off the bed and take off her outfit.
“Then let’s get you that fucking,” she says climbing back on top of me.
She begins to ride me, passwordately kissing me as we both approach orgasm.
“Make… me… cum,” she says between shallow breaths.
I continue to fuck up into her as she liftsher upper body up, pushing her chest into my face.
Her moans continue rising as I bite her nipple and she cums on my cock. I can’t tell if it’s intentional or not, but she lifts herself off of me during her orgasmic haze.
“Oh fuck,” she softly says as she lies on top of me. “That was intense.”
My cock is still twitching as she collects herself for a few minutes.
She finally lifts herself up and see my cock dripping and smiles.
“I guess we should take care of this lovely thing.”
She climbs on top of me, sliding back onto my cock but not moving.
“Make yourself cum little slut,” she says.
I’m slightly taken aback by her calling me a “slut”. She’s never said anything like that to me before but I decided to worry about it later and begin thrusting up into her.
She began grinding against me and loudly moans.
“That’s my fucking boy,” she says through gritted teeth. “Fuck me!”
I continue thrusting for several minutes before she lets out an animalistic scream.
“CUM!” she howls and we both immediately cum.
Her moans, and my muffled moans, fill the room for the next few minutes before we collect ourselves and she releases my hands from the cuffs.
I began massaging my wrists and she pulled the gag out, tossing it aside before wiping the sweat off my forehead.
“Baby I’ll be right back,” she kisses my hand and leaves the room.
I lie still while she’s gone, feeling myself return to reality.
She comes back with a jar of peanuts and a water for each of us, sitting down on the bed next to me.
“You ok?” she softly asks.
“Yeah.” I weakly reply as I take a handful of peanuts.
We eat in silence, holding hands for a few minutes before I break the silence.
“That was really intense,” I say feeling my ability to speak return. “I couldn’t even speak.” She simply nods.
“I noticed that,” she lovingly smiles. “I think that’s called ‘subspace’ when you lose all sense of reality.”
I nod. “I think the collar really did it this time.” I take a sip of my water before speaking. “And being called a slut was not something I had expected,” I softly say.
“I’m sorry,” she says gently. “I didn’t even realize what I was saying until it was already said.”
“It’s ok,” I say swallowing some water. “I actually enjoyed how submissive it felt.”
She reaches for the collar, but I push her hands away. “I wanna keep it on,” I softly say.
“Ok.” She puts the peanuts on her nightstand and turns the TV on for some white noise.
We lie together, my head on her shoulder and her head on mine, for about fifteen minutes before she lifts her head up and kisses the side of my head.
“Mike,” she softly says rubbing my shoulders.
I give a light hum and look up at her.
“So I did some reading about this whole chatity slave thing…” her eyes soften as she speaks. “And I completely understand why you were scared,” her mouth curves into a half smile. “But none of those things will happen to you… I promise,” she says as we both squeeze each other’s hand. “You’re not a sissy or a cuck or anything like that.” I lean in for a soft kiss. “And as long as I’m here, you never will be.
“I love you,” I softly say as I rest my head back on her shoulder.
“I love you too,” she says wrapping one arm around me.
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