She smiled; there was a relaxed air about her face.
"Well, then, we'll start your training now."
Training? What kind of training?
She had noticed before that I was not very athletically minded. Was she trying to get me in shape? But she had other things in mind. She handed me a pair of handcuffs from her large handbag and it was hardly necessary to ask me to put them on my wrists behind my back. Then she pulled out two leather cuffs for my ankles and put them on me. Each one had a metal ring worked into the leather. I had to spread my legs and with two cable ties she connected the cuffs to the legs of the armchair. Then she leaned back and looked at me with satisfaction.
I was completely at her mercy. All I could do was wait and see what she would do to me. With my legs apart and my hands fixed on my back, I stood there. Her beautiful legs just a few inches below my testicles. She took her necklace off and opened the cock cage. She carefully placed all the pieces on the small table and wrapped the chain around her wrist. The little key was dangling from it. Then she just waited. Took a sip of wine while my dick stiffened and swell without her having to do anything. Her closeness and the sight of her was enough to make it swell into a hard erection. She raised her right thigh and rubbed my testicles. I took a deep breath. She just grinned.
"Did you like my little movie?"
"Yes, I liked it a lot," I admitted.
She put her hand in her crotch and stroked herself. Soon her labia swelled and shone. First, she pushed one finger in her slit, then a second one followed. She did it skillfully, making herself wet with ease. Meanwhile, her left hand was playing with her breasts. I stared spellbound at the spectacle. She began to move her pelvis and exhaled unarticulated little moans. Then she really reared up until her mound brushed against my testicles. She moaned loudly. After that, she grew calmer again. She pulled her fingers out of her slit and sighed comfortably. I didn't have much experience with a female orgasm, but I think I just witnessed one. She finished playing with herself and took a deep sip of the wine.
"Ah, that was good. I'm sorry, Daniel, but that was long coming."
I was sure she didn't mean the wine. Her two fingers wet from her pussy juice, she pushed my foreskin back. Almost a little too much, because I felt a twinge of pain. Then she took the hard shaft in her hand like a microphone and asked:
"Has a woman ever put this in her mouth?"
"Yes, once. An Asian woman in a brothel. But she quickly let go of it when I came."
"I'm sure you got there very quickly, didn't you?"
"Yeah, that’s how it went down."
Michelle bent over and tickled the notch under my glans with the tip of her tongue. Groaning, I pushed my pelvis towards her. I wanted more of this. Wanted her to suck it. Laughing, she pushed me back, putting her hands on my hips.
"Take it easy, Daniel. I don't want another mishap, all worked up the way you are."
Trembling with lust, my cock stood tall and proud, pointing at her mouth
"If you learn to handle your dick right, I'll give you a blow job and then I'll swallow it all. Would you like that, Daniel?"
"Yeah, Michelle. That would be wonderful."
It sounded like I was begging. But she leaned back and lit a cigarette. She was smoking it slowly, took her time. Very slowly, my excitement level sank back into bearable territory. But still my dick was hard. The cigarette still in her hand, she brushed her fingertips over it. Her silver bracelets jangled softly. Again, my pelvis jerked forward demandingly. I didn’t have to do anything for my body to beg for salvation. She laughed and inhaled a lungful of smoke. Then she pursed her mouth and blew it onto my erection. I felt the hot breeze, growing almost insane with lust.
"Don’t, Daniel. If you forget yourself, I’ll get out the cane. Naughty boys have to feel the consequences. I know that from my daily practice."
I was pretty sure that corporal punishment had long been abolished in German kindergartens. But I didn’t think Michelle would hesitate to make her threat come true on me. So, I tried to push down my lust by doing some difficult mental arithmetic in my head. It didn't really help. She put out her cigarette and then bent closer to me. She pushed my cock between her breasts.
"Don't move. Don't come,” she commanded.
With one last bit of self-control, I forced myself to stay calm while she kneaded my buttocks. But the cane threat helped. I didn't want to find out how painful it would be to be chastised like that. The "warm up" with the brush had proved how seriously Michelle could hit.
"Oh, Daniel my darling, we'll have so much fun together when you're ready," she said and squeezed me.
When she pulled away, she looked at my trembling cock and said: "There's a cheeky drop of pre-cum right there. We better finish our training for today."
She took the drop on her index finger and held it out to me. I knew what she wanted. So I bent down and put her finger in my mouth. I sucked it clean. My sperm didn't really taste of anything. Still, I had to suppress a moment of nausea when I swallowed. I never would have thought of trying my own cum. But she liked it.
Giggling she put a second finger in my mouth and grabbed me by the hair with the other hand. Slowly she fucked my mouth with her fingers. I couldn’t quite decide whether I thought it was more humiliating or more arousing. I imagined her forcing me to suck another man's cock. And while the thought frightened me even more, I couldn’t help but think that it aroused me, too. She let me go and leaned back. She looked at me knowingly. I couldn't hold her gaze and lowered my eyes in shame. She smiled mysteriously. Then she untied my ankles and instructed me to follow her into the bathroom. My cock bouncing with each step, I walked up the stairs behind her, staring longingly at the play of her buttocks. What followed was a brisk cleaning procedure with ice-cold water that quickly brought my hard cock back to normal size.
She was able to put my cock back in its cage without any problems. But instead of taking off my cuffs afterwards, she kissed me passionately. Kneaded my ass and pressed her breasts against me. Her nipples suddenly seemed very hard. As a result, the cock cage was subjected to another stress test. She slapped my butt.
"I'd like to make a phone call and watch some TV. You go to bed and wait for me. Let's see, if you're a good boy, maybe I'll give you a little pleasure."
She did not ask for my agreement, nor did she seem to consider it necessary at all. What I wanted was irrelevant. But the mere prospect that she might unlock the cage again and let me cum was compelling enough to go along with it. Without a word of protest, I retreated to bed at nine o'clock in the evening. Unsatisfied and hungry. However, I clung to the hope that our first night together would still be a lot of fun. Michelle went down the stairs and I watched her leave. Then I went to bed and stared at the ceiling. Again came the doubts. Was I more than just a toy to Michelle? Entertaining, but not really important to her? Was she secretly amusing herself at my subservience? Was there perhaps still a "real" man in her life? I knew so little about her. But what I knew was that I wanted her as I had never wanted a woman before. I thought of her soft and big breasts, and it immediately gave me a twinge of pain in the cock cage. In any case, sleep was out of the question. Restlessly, I rolled around in bed. At some point, I had to pee. But for some reason, I sneaked into the bathroom and tried to make as little noise as possible. After all, I was supposed to stay in bed and wait for her.
You're acting like that little boy she treats you like.
But in the end, I didn't want to upset her. Because then she sure as hell wouldn't unlock the damned cage. On the way back to the bedroom, I heard her voice. She seemed to be on the phone.
Yeah, he's already in bed.
Yes, of course he's obedient. Like he’d dare not to be.
No, I don't think so.
But if he continues to be a good boy, it will work out.
Alright, goodbye. Kisses! See you tomorrow.
I agonized over who she was talking to. It was probably that witch Babette. But what would work out? Tha
t at some point we'd have a sex life together, full of passion and pleasure? I clung to that thought. Then I crept back into my lonely bed.
Suddenly, she stood naked in the doorway.
"I need the password for your PC."
"Uh, why, I mean why..."
"Daniel! What do you think I need a password for? I'm listening!" Her voice sounded very stern and I threw all my concerns overboard.
"Michelle," I said.
"Yes, what is it?"
"The password. It's Michelle."
She laughed.
"Well, I should have guessed. I thank you. I'll just go online for a little while and then I'll come to you."
She turned off the lights before closing the door.
Not quite believing what I was hearing, I listened to her locking the door from the outside. Last time anyone did that to me, my mother had grounded me. Suddenly, I thought in horror about what Michelle might find on my PC. My browser history alone was treacherous enough. Then the bookmarks. There was even a separate folder only for websites that dealt with female dominance. Then the folder with my favorite pictures. As I was usually the only user of my computer, I had never bothered protecting anything. I had even saved the login to my bank account. Only gradually did I realize what it meant to have given her access to my PC. I was even more nervous than before, and I couldn't think of sleeping.
It was three hours until I heard the key in the lock and she entered the room. She slipped under the covers and gave me a quick kiss. Then she snuggled up behind me and hugged me. I felt her body pressed up against my back, her crotch against my ass.
"I knew you were a little pig, but I didn't know you were so perverted,” she whispered into my ear with her wicked little voice.
Playfully, she pinched my nipple. So, she was spying on my computer. I swallowed heavily. But she didn't really seem upset. Mostly, she sounded amused. So, there was no need to be ashamed. She seemed to understand my tendencies. Or rather, they obviously seemed to match hers very well. So, everything was fine. As she continued playing with my nipple, now tenderly and exciting, I took the courage to ask her:
"Will you unlock me now? I've been a good boy."
"No, my darling. Don't be mad at me, but I'm really tired. But if you promise to be good and not grope me, I'll uncuff you."
I was disappointed, massively so. I had spent all these hours imagining what we would do together when she came to bed. Space had felt rather narrow in the cock cage, but my fantasies had taken off anyway.
"Yes, I'll let you sleep in peace."
She had the key with her and unlocked my wrist cuffs. Then she lay down with her back to me and snuggled herself into the blanket. There was only a small sliver left for me. But I smelled her hair and saw her naked shoulder in the twilight. I would have liked to have snuggled up to her, feel her soft ass, her skin on my chest. But I kept my distance.
There was one question that kept me up, however.
"Michelle, would you really have beaten me with a cane if I had cum?"
She turned to me again.
"Sure, honey. What good are rules and bans if they are not enforced? A person only learns to abstain from unwanted behavior if they feel the consequences. We may be on the right track with you, but we're just beginning."
Her logic was captivating, and I tried to get used to the idea of feeling that cane at some point.
"It's getting late. When do you have to get up, Daniel?"
"About seven o'clock."
"That’s too early for me. Please be quiet when you get up and prepare my breakfast. Good night, my darling."
She gave me a kiss on the mouth and snuggled up to me again. The blanket was partially between her legs, so there was nothing left for me. But I could now see her back. She really had a divine body. It was hard for me to keep my hands off her, but I controlled myself. Soon, her calm breaths betrayed that she had fallen asleep. Enviable. But then she had gotten off and thus under less pressure than I was. I looked at my watch. It was two in the morning.
Since I wanted to prepare her breakfast, I set the alarm to six o'clock. That left just four hours. I dozed off a little never quite losing the sense of restlessness. But then I couldn't get any more sleep. The most seductive woman I had ever met lay naked beside me and I was not even allowed to touch her. Meanwhile she was lying on her side and was hogging the blanket between her legs. Her lovely plum was exposed, drawing my eye. Slowly I slipped towards the foot end of the bed and sniffed at her crotch. A seductive scent tickled my nose. I sucked in her scent deeply into my nose. The cock cage felt impossibly tight. I silently cursed that thing. My foot noisily touched frame at the end of the bed. Michelle's breath became restless. There was no way I wanted to wake her. So, I snuck out of the room and took a cold shower. Coffee, then. It was five o'clock. It wasn't worth getting back into bed. So, I prepared her breakfast and got ready. At seven, I got some fresh rolls. I wrote her a letter saying how much I loved her and then I was on my way to work, barely able to keep my eyes open.
The Car
I spent an uneventful day in the office. The thought that my dream woman was at my home while I was killing time here made me uneasy. At some point she sent me a text:
Thank you for the great breakfast. You are a treasure. When are you coming? *smirks* I mean, when are you showing up?
This is how I finally got her phone number. I wrote back that I would come home as soon as possible.
I’m glad. How are you doing with your lust? *grins*
It’s waiting for release.
Come time, come sperm *grins*
This line of conversation did nothing to distract me from my desire for her. As soon as my flextime arrangement allowed it, I left the insurance building and drove home as fast as I could. Was she still naked? Apart from the cape, she’d had no clothes with her. I parked the car in the yard and went into the house. A surprise awaited me in the living room. Babette lounged on the sofa, painting her toenails. She only wore a pair of cargo shorts in camouflage look. Her great breasts laid bare. A colorful dragon adorned her belly. He seemed to bite her right breast. Red flames came out of its mouth. It was a really loud, colorful tattoo. When she saw me, she grinned cheerfully.
“Ah there's our chaste boy,” she called across the room.
"Hello Babette, where is Michelle?"
"She's taking a shower."
I was surprised every time, hearing that low voice on so petite a woman. She seemed to be finished with her foot manicure and looked at her bright red toenails.
"Come here, Daniel."
The word please did not seem to be in her vocabulary. Nevertheless, I went to her, and when she pointed to the floor in front of the sofa, I had no doubt of what she wanted. She looked at me without saying a word, a challenge in her eyes. I stared back in a silent power struggle. Finally, though, I lowered my eyes and knelt in front of the sofa. She grinned contentedly. Slowly she pushed her foot towards me.
"Blow,” she demanded. “I want the paint to dry quickly.”
I really had no reason at all to obey this woman, but I bent over her foot and exhaled my breath on her toenails in long, slow blows. The sharp smell of the nail polish tickled my nose. After about five minutes, she changed the foot. I was already slightly dizzy, but continued to blow obediently. Then I heard Michelle's voice behind me:
“Ah, making yourself useful, Daniel. That’s what a girl likes to see.”
I looked around and there she stood in a short, tight-fitting black dress. She wore her blond curls open and her strap sandals showed that she also had red polish on her toenails.
"Michelle, my darling. I hope you had a nice day at my place."
"I did, Daniel. Babette was so sweet and brought me some things. She really is a treasure.”
Michelle sat next to Babette and gave her a long kiss on the mouth. I found myself a little confused, but they were close friends. I was still kneeling on the floor in front of the two women. Somehow this seemed almost norma
l to me now. Then Michelle bent down to me and finally welcomed me home with a deep kiss, as well. Immediately I was fine with the world again. At least, if I chose to ignore the pressure in the plastic tube around my penis.
"Oh, Daniel, I meant to tell you: Babette has seen a great speedster at a dealership. The dealer said it’s an absolute bargain. You know, if I had a car, I could visit you much more often. And the nights would soon be much more exciting for you, too."
She spread her thighs wide, and I saw that she was going out without underwear again.
"Will you drive us to the car dealership? Please, please Daniel."
Naturally, we sat in my car a little later and drove to the BMW branch in Vaihingen. Babette had nothing but a colorful silk cloth wrapped around her chest, only barely concealing her magnificent breasts. Michelle sat next to me and had her hand on my thigh, always close to my crotch. When we got there, the speedster turned out to be a Minicooper with English flag varnish on the roof. Although used, it still cost seventeen thousand euros. While the salesman told me more about the advantages of the car, the girls already tested the car’s seating, looking whether there was enough space for their handbags in the glove compartment. I wondered how Michelle wanted to finance the car, though. Because as a kindergarten teacher, she certainly didn't make a lot of money.
“So, how would you like to pay, Mr. Hoffmann? Your cousin told me that you would pay cash,” the salesman asked, just as I was wondering this.
“My cousin?” I asked, dumbfounded.
“Yes, the young lady at the wheel.”
He pointed to Michelle.
“Oh, of course. Could you give me a second?” I asked, still quite perplexed.
I went to the Mini, raising my eyes at Michelle.
“Hey, do you maybe need me to lend you the money for the car?”
She smiled at me beguilingly.
"If I could, it would be great. Believe me, you will not regret it,” she said, stretching her breasts towards me.
“But without the thing down there,” I said and pointed to the chastity device.
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