Michelle called a little while later; she was extremely pleased when I told her that the cock cage had already been delivered. I didn’t have to wait long until a taxi stopped in front of the house. Through the window, I saw her getting out and approaching the house. She looked amazing: her swaying gait as she threw her hair back in the wind, her happy smile when I opened the door for her. I was already aroused. But this time, she only gave me a fleeting kiss on the mouth, as if she was in a hurry. The pencil heels of her knee-high boots struck the floor in rapid succession as she swept through the hallway.
"Where is it? I wanna see it."
It was obvious what she was talking about; I could clearly sense her excited anticipation. I took the package out of my study and gave it to her. Impatiently, she tore it open and inspected the contents. She put all the items on the table, studying them curiously. Then she read the instructions. I was watching her, my own excitement rising by the minute. Her short, tight-fitting dress and boots matched her dominant manner. She noticed my gaze as she looked up and smiled.
"What are you waiting for? Take your clothes off, Daniel," she said with her hands on her hips.
I undressed under her relentless gaze. Luckily, I was too nervous for an erection.
"Before we lock it up, we have to wash it. Hygiene is very important when a man wears something like this. Come on, show me your bathroom."
I went up the stairs and she followed me, her heels clattering behind me. She told me to get in the shower and put my hands behind my back. She fetched a small stool and sat down in front of the shower. Looking down, I had a beautiful look at her neckline, and immediately could feel my cock waking to attention. Michelle noticed it, too.
"We'd better use cold water. That’ll help fit your cock into the chastity device."
She made me hand her the shower head, then turned it on and started to spray my genitals with cold water. I gasped loudly as the cold hit me, which made her giggle with amusement. But when she gently started to lather my cock and balls in soap, I was suddenly glad that she had chosen cold water. Otherwise I'd probably have pissed her off with an erection again.
She was extremely thorough. She used two fingers to pull back my foreskin to make sure I was clean all over, then she took a washcloth to my balls. Again, I gasped for air. When she was finally satisfied, she rinsed the soap with cold water. I was allowed to dry myself off and then we walked back downstairs. I was told to lean my ass against the edge of the table, while Michelle sat down on a chair in front of me. She looked at me earnestly. I held her gaze for as long as I could, but then I lowered my eyes.
"Do you really want this, Daniel? I'd be so proud of you, but I need you to want it, too."
"If you want it, I want it, Michelle."
She started assembling the individual parts around my cock, then adjusted the size of the device. I could clearly feel the ring that wrapped around the root of my cock and my balls. But it was actually a pleasant feeling. My cock was still on the small side from the cold water, and so she managed to insert it easily into the black tube. Small side openings made sure my cock got some air. She fixed the connective pieces between the cock ring and the actual chastity device in place. A small clicking sound was all I could hear when she locked it. Playfully, she bounced my testicles in her hand.
"This looks awesome. Come on, check yourself out!"
She pulled me next to her in front of a large mirror in the hallway. I looked at my caged body-parts. It gave me a strange feeling, this device dangling between my legs. It wasn't unpleasant, but I didn't quite trust it would stay this harmless.
When I entered the living room again, Michelle waited for me with a surprise. She had stripped off her dress, not only wearing her boots and jewelry. She had a fine silver chain around her neck, which she always wore. But now, a tiny key dangled next to the heart-shaped pendant. I knew what it opened. But I was too distracted by her beautifully bouncy breasts, smiling up at me. Except for a small blonde stripe, her mound was cleanly shaved. It exposed the warm, pink slit underneath. She raised her chin high as she regarded me.
"Do you like what you see?" she asked.
"You're so beautiful Michelle," I said, more than impressed.
She laughed, genuinely pleased, and came over put her arms around me. She nuzzled up against me, kissing me passionately. Instinctively my hands wandered to her ass and I kneaded her firm cheeks. She didn’t stop me and I found myself utterly overwhelmed by the most miraculous feeling.
The next thing, of course, a nasty sense of restrictive pressure reminded me of the chastity device. As my erectile tissue wanted to fill up with blood, the hard material that surrounded my penis was preventing it from growing hard. It was a most unpleasant feeling, and it was far from the last time it would come over me.
But that was the point of the device. At long last, I didn't have to be afraid I might get an erection at the wrong moment and upset Michelle. Or even accidentally ejaculate.
Before I knew it, she had already pulled away from me and said:
"It's such a beautiful day. I'd like to catch some sun. There’s nowhere else I can get a smooth tan without any ugly lines."
Naked as she was, she stepped into the garden. The lush rhododendron hedges protected us from the curious glances of my neighbors. A chaise stood in the shade of a large cherry tree; I’d napped there only the day before. Michelle walked slowly over to the couch in her boots, then bent over provocatively, as to check the firmness of the surface with her hand. The motion of her buttocks fascinated me. My cock twitched violently in its cage when, just for a moment, I could see her pink slit. Then Michelle straightened up again, looking at me smiling. Did she suspect what I was going through in that chastity device?
Today I know that she was all too aware of what she was doing to me. But at the time, I was caught up in her charming smile and bewitched by her erotic charisma.
"Will you pull the chaise out into the sun for me, darling?"
Darling! My heart skipped at her choice of words. I hurried to obey her wishes. It was midday and the sun was intense on my naked skin.
"Thank you, darling," she said, running her hand over my ass.
Then she lay down and adjusted the headboard.
"Bring me my bag, darling."
The fact that she was calling me darling was reason enough to do whatever she wanted. Smiling gratefully, she took the bag as I held it out for her, and pulled out a large pair of dark sunglasses. From behind the heavily tinted glass, she looked at me and stretched her right boot out at me. I looked at her uncertainly. Her slit had opened a fraction as she moved; for a moment I couldn’t breathe.
"What are you waiting for? Take off my boots!"
It was a tight fit and it took me a while. She lay there, relaxed as she rested her hands behind her head. Smilingly, she watched my efforts and I didn't have the impression that she had any intention to help me. I had no choice but to turn around and take her foot between my legs. When I pulled at the heel, I felt how she rested her other foot against by ass.
You're her bootjack, I suddenly thought.
It was another one of those humiliating experiences, that I should have been getting used to. But I also felt the leather of her boot brushing over my testicles, her foot on my ass. All in all, the excitement prevailed. When I finally loosened the boot and pulled it off, I stumbled forward, a little ungainly. She laughed, amused. The second boot was no easier to remove, but now I had the trick down and it didn’t take as long until I set them both down in front of the chaise.
"How does the cage feel now?" she then asked with obvious interest.
"A little unfamiliar, but it doesn't hurt."
"Does it bother you when you walk?"
"Well, it dangles around a bit when I’m naked like this."
"Why don't you walk around a bit? I want to see that."
I walked up and down in front of her and she straightened up a bit and looked at me through the dark glasses. Her mouth showe
d an amused smile.
"Go faster!"
I started running back and forth. The chastity device and the cock inside it spun around like crazy. Michelle giggled a little bit.
"Jump up and down."
I did what she said, jumping a little for her amusement. Now the cage felt like it was tearing at me.
"Over the boots. Jump over the boots."
I took a deep breath and jumped over her high boots.
"Again. Come on, my little horsy."
I looked at her, a little bewildered. I hesitated. Was she kidding? To my dismay, I saw that she had picked up her smartphone and seemed to be filming me. When she noticed my hesitation, she frowned.
"Don't be a killjoy. We are just getting to the fun part."
As she spoke, she opened her legs, placing one foot at either side of the couch. Her slit opened, revealing her warm, pink opening. She was a vision, sitting there naked in the sun and presenting herself.
"Why are you recording this, Michelle?"
"Well, the pictures are funny. I'll look at them when I get bored at work."
"But you won't show them to anyone, right?"
"Who should I show them to? Don't be so complicated, Daniel. Don't spoil the mood."
I really didn't want to put the companionable atmosphere at risk. Mostly because I was still hoping that, given the appropriately good behavior on my part today, she would allow me to cum later. Eventually, she would open the chastity device, as the key dangling from the silver chain between her breast made me all too aware of. But when and if this would happen at all depended entirely on her and her mood. I only had to do everything I could to keep her from getting angry. So, all I could do was to make sure I’d do anything I had to do as to not make her angry. I jumped over her boots a few more times. It was a hot day and soon I was soaked in sweat. Finally, she had enough of the show and said:
"The sun is pretty intense today. I hope you have sunscreen in the house."
"I'll go check,” I said. “There's probably a bottle in the bathroom somewhere."
I rushed up the stairs and searched the bathroom for sunscreen. Myself, I avoided the sun where I could; exercising outdoors would never have occurred to me. But then I found a bottle of suntan lotion at the bottom of a draw somewhere. I regarded myself in the mirror. Sweaty and naked, I looked a bit unsightly. It was plain to see that I had something of an aversion to sports and physical activity in general. The cock cage between my thighs somehow increased the sense of lacking masculinity.
And in spite of all that, there’s a naked dream of a girl waiting for you downstairs. So, do everything you can to keep her. Compensate for you looks with good behavior. Make her yours by doing everything she wants.
I took the bottle and hurried down the stairs. She was relaxing on the chaise again and smiled at me. I held up the plastic bottle to show her.
"Start with my back," she said.
Then she turned on her stomach; presenting her perfectly sculpted ass. She had brushed her hair from her back. I could feel myself twitching in the cage again. When I made to kneel next to the couch, she spread her legs instead.
"Kneel between my legs. It’s not like anything can happen."
Doing as I was told, I knelt between her thighs and put some sunscreen on my hands. Slowly, gently, I brought the liquid to her shoulders and neck, starting to work it into her skin. The sun was burning down on me too, which my pale hide was hardly used to. But I barely felt it. I couldn’t stop thinking about her pussy, only a few inches away from my trapped cock. Without the device, I could have just taken her. Could have slipped in, grabbing her boobs from behind. The thought made my cock press painfully against its constraints. I tried to think of something else, to focus on my task. I spread the lotion over her back, massaging it into her skin.
Michelle exhaled a relaxed sigh. I scooted back a bit turning my attention to her lower back, then her hips and making sure both were thoroughly and extensively cared for. Her ass felt fantastic. Firm and soft at the same time. I had never had the opportunity to touch a woman for so long and in such a state of calm. But then, she put her hands on her ass, pulling her cheeks apart.
"Don’t forget about here," she said.
I swallowed, looking down at her pretty, puckered hole.
"It’s not the most likely spot for a sun burn," I said.
"Who cares? I like the way your fingers feel. You're so tender and careful. Different from other men. They're usually so rough, all horny and only after their own pleasure."
I was strangely reminded of my old school days. How many times had schoolmates said they loved that I wasn’t like the boys. But I was always just a "good friend". They would cry on my shoulder when their hearts were broken or when their boyfriends had mistreated them again. But it was always those guys who had all the sexual experience and then they boasted about it in the locker room. I even came to believe that the most aggressive guys who treated the girls the worst had the most success with the hottest girls. Strange world.
Luckily, I had already discovered my fascination with numbers and tended to comfort myself by diving into the world of mathematics. I immersed myself in a world of logic and clear rules, the perfect opposite of the irrational behavior of girls. I never did learn to predict their behavior and it always remained suspicious to me. Even the dumbest guys in the schoolyard seemed to understand girls better than I did. And that had never really changed.
Carefully and calmly, I rubbed cream into her ass crack and anus. Then I moved on to her legs. Those beautiful legs. The soft skin, almost invisible blonde fluff here and there. I got off the couch so I could devote myself to her small feet. At times, she would flinch and giggle. So, she was ticklish, I thought smiling. She turned around, not wasting any thought on the white fabric of the chaise. I stood at the foot of it and looked at her.
"Come back to your spot, my darling,” she said smiling as she opened her thighs.
I knelt between her thighs and started rubbing sun scream on her breasts. She watched me happily. Her nipples hardened under my touch, making it feel as if her breasts got firmer, as well. I didn't want to stop pampering those beautiful breasts. I had long since rubbed the sun screen into her skin. But she seemed to enjoy it, too.
"Would you like to suck on my nipples a little, Daniel?"
I swallowed and gave a squawking sound of assent. Slowly, I bowed down and took one of the nipples between my lips. I gently stroked it with my tongue. My hand massaged the other breast. With my thumb, I played on her nipple. Michelle sighed comfortably. The chastity device brushed against her mound. The pressure of the plastic cage started to become unpleasant, as the blood flowed into the erectile tissue once more. Torn between lust and a painful pull in my loins, I started sucking.
I had been allowed to devote myself so extensively to a pair of breasts only once before. That had been with a prostitute whom I had paid for the pleasure before having sex with her. She was sitting on the bed, her workplace, and I was kneeling in front of it. I caressed her breasts with fervor. But she was filing her fingernails and chewing gum while I was touching her. I had found that very humiliating. Nevertheless, or maybe because of that, the situation had aroused me very much at that time. When she’d said that I had enjoyed the foreplay long enough for my money, she put the nail file aside and grabbed my balls. She pulled me towards her, but before my hard shaft came even close to her pussy, I unloaded my seed, cumming uncontrollably. She had laughed at me and called me a wretched pussy. Of course, I fled the tastelessly decorated room. That was my last visit to the red-light district.
"Without the chastity device, you would long have lost control, Daniel. You should be really glad we put this on you. Without it, you would never have had the pleasure of spoiling me like this."
She was probably right. Without this cage, I would have ejaculated back when I was allowed to rub her ass. Suddenly, I felt her hand on my testicles, her fingers curling tenderly around them. The uncomfortable sensation in
my cock cage turned into an inferno. I almost had to pull myself away from her, but then she stroked my head soothingly.
"Keep on suckling, okay?"
I grumbled assent and switched to her other nipple. I felt in heaven and hell at the same time. Finally, she let me go and released my bulging balls from her grip. I slid a little deeper, finally rubbing sun screen into her belly and then her mount. Her slightly open slit seemed to be smiling at me. She noticed my longing gaze.
"You may touch it, but be careful,” she said.
I put my hand in her crotch and carefully stroked the object of all my desires and longings.
"Have you ever licked a woman, Daniel?"
I shook my head regretfully.
"Go ahead, try."
She didn’t have to tell me twice. Even though the pulling in my loins was already painful, as if I had been practicing endurance sports, I squatted in front of the couch. Michelle put a pillow under her butt and slid towards me. I bent over and inhaled the scent of her cleft.
"What does it smell like?" she asked with amusement.
"Good, it smells really good, Michelle."
"Be more specific!"
"Somehow fruity and very intense."
She laughed, seeming genuinely amused.
"Well, go ahead: lick your fruit."
Slowly I let my tongue slide over the labia minora. Her scent was so alluring, it almost made me dizzy. But just then her smartphone rang and, to my disappointment, she accepted the call.
"Yes? Oh hello, Babette."
“Yeah, I'm sorry, but I'm still at Daniel's house.”
“Of course, what did you think?” I heard her laugh.
“Of course, he’s wearing it. That’s why he’s allowed to lick me right now. It’s a reward.”
I refused to take note of the fact that she was chatting so freely with her girlfriend about me and my submission. It was like they were talking about a little dog Michelle got for herself. But I still continued to lick her, greedily pushing my tongue deep into the moist opening. I didn't want to take notice of anything else.
“No, he's completely inexperienced, but he’s not without raw talent," Michelle said, giggling.
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