I don't know what I expected when Alice suggested we stop by the sex shop on the way back from brunch, but I definitely didn't think it would lead to me being locked up in a cage with her holding the key.
We'd been joking about trying something new for a while--light bondage, spanking, a few toys here and there. But today she seemed... curious. Playful. There was a little sparkle in her eye as we walked into the shop together, hand in hand, the bell above the door jingling like some sleazy version of Christmas.
The store was brighter and less sketchy than I imagined. Neatly arranged shelves, toys lined up in rainbow rows, mannequins modeling lingerie and harnesses. Alice moved through the aisles like a kid in a candy store.
"Oooh, this one vibrates and has an app," she said, holding up a pink bullet vibe with a smirk.
I chuckled. "Dangerous in your hands."
She bumped her hip into mine. "You wish I'd use it on you."
We wandered further, laughing, sharing comments, holding up ridiculous and sometimes intimidating items for each other to consider. Then we turned a corner and came to a small, surprisingly elegant glass display.
Chastity cages.
I froze.
She did too.
For a moment we both just stared, reading the packaging. Some were sleek metal. Others were silicone, clear, lockable, adjustable. They looked... intense.
"I've heard of these," Alice said, almost whispering, like we'd just stumbled onto a secret. "But I don't really know how they work."
My throat was suddenly dry. "It's... kind of a control thing. Like, the wearer can't get hard. Or touch themselves. The other person holds the key."
She tilted her head. "Huh. So... like denial, but all day?"
"Pretty much. Sometimes for hours. Or days."
Her eyes lifted slowly from the case to meet mine. I could see the wheels turning in her head.
"You'd wear one?"
I blinked. "I mean... maybe. If you wanted to try it."
Alice smirked.
She didn't say anything for a few seconds, just reached down and picked up a slim black silicone model, reading the back, examining the little lock and the curved design.
"I kind of love the idea," she said softly. "You being locked up. Helpless. No touching unless I say so."
That last part sent a jolt straight through my spine.
"I'd be... curious to try it," I admitted. "If you're into it."
She looked at me, her lips quirking upward. "Then let's do it. Just for fun."
---
That night, we had a simple dinner. Nothing fancy--some pasta, wine, and shared giggles about the new toy waiting on the nightstand. There was something electric in the air, even as we washed dishes together. Her eyes kept darting to mine, mischievous. She was practically humming with energy.
Once the plates were clean, Alice walked into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed, box in hand.
"Strip," she said.
Her voice was light, teasing, but the command was clear.
I undressed slowly, letting the tension build, watching her open the package and lift out the toy. It looked smaller now. More real. She held it like it was a treasure.
"You sure about this?" she asked, her tone softer now. Curious. Caring.
I nodded. "Yeah. Let's try it."
She applied lube, then gently slid the ring behind my balls, threading everything through with careful, almost surgical precision. Her fingers were warm. Delicate. She took her time, occasionally glancing up to see my expression.
When she finally clicked the cage into place and inserted the tiny brass lock, she giggled.
"That's it?"
She flicked the tiny key between her fingers.
I felt... exposed. Powerless. And so incredibly turned on.
"Try to get hard," she challenged, crawling onto the bed next to me. "I want to see what it does."
I closed my eyes and pictured her--naked, legs spread, the way she moaned when I kissed her thighs.
Pressure. That's all I felt. A squeeze. Not pain, exactly, but a reminder that no matter how aroused I was, there was nothing I could do about it.
Alice watched my reaction, fascinated.
"Oh my god, you're blushing."
"I can't help it," I laughed, breathless.
She leaned in close, lips brushing my ear. "You really are helpless like this, aren't you?"
I swallowed hard. "Completely."
And that's when the game began.
She climbed onto the bed, straddling me, still fully clothed, her dress riding up her thighs.
"What would you do to get this key back?" she teased, dangling it just above my chest.
"Anything," I said without hesitation.
She leaned back, slowly sliding her panties off, revealing her slick, aching heat between her thighs.
"Then earn it," she whispered.
And I did.
I kissed her thighs, her stomach, her hips, before finally burying my face in her warmth. She pulled my hair, whimpered, cursed, and finally came in long waves, gripping the sheets as her thighs trembled around my head.
Afterwards, she lay there panting, the key resting on her belly.
"You were... incredible," she murmured, stroking my cheek. "But I'm still not unlocking you. Not yet."
My heart pounded.
"You're not?"
"Nope." She stretched lazily, grinning down at me. "I want to see what else you'll do. You said you'd do anything, remember?"
---
The Next Morning:
I woke up groggy, blinking at the sunlight spilling through the window. The space beside me was empty.
Her side of the bed was cold.
There was a note on the pillow.
-"Went to the gym. Be back around noon. Hope you're feeling... caged and cute.
PS: The key is in the mail. Literally.
Kisses, Alice"-
I sat up fast, staring at the paper. My heart hammered.
She mailed it?
She mailed it?
My hands drifted down to my groin--just to confirm it was still there. Locked. Unmoving. A tight little reminder of the night before.
I couldn't even get hard thinking about her note.
She really did it.
I was locked. For real. Until the key came back.
Maybe a day. Maybe more.
I laughed--nervously, excitedly. What had we gotten ourselves into?
And then I started my day. Brushing my teeth with my cage lightly tapping against the counter, making coffee with my cock gently throbbing just from the memory of Alice's voice, working on my laptop with a growing awareness of every shift and movement between my legs.
I was locked.
And Alice was in charge.
---
The rest of that morning was... surreal.
Every few minutes I caught myself shifting in my chair or adjusting the waistband of my sweats. It didn't help. The cage wasn't going anywhere. And the more I tried not to think about it, the more I did. The gentle tug whenever I moved, the frustrating press when my mind wandered to Alice's legs or the sound of her moans the night before...
By the time she got home from the gym, I was a wreck. Still trying to pretend I wasn't on edge. Still pretending I was calm and collected.
She came in wearing her cropped hoodie and those tight black leggings that always drove me mad. Her hair was up in a messy ponytail, her face flushed and glowing from the workout.
And I was still locked.
"Hey you," she called sweetly from the doorway, kicking off her sneakers.
"Hey," I managed, trying not to sound too needy.
