A Shared Curiosity

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.

She walked over, leaned down, and kissed me on the cheek. "Sleep well, my frustrated little bunny?"

I grinned despite myself. "You actually mailed it?"

Alice pulled out her phone and swiped through to show me a picture: the key, nestled in a small envelope, addressed to herself.

Stamped. Sealed. Gone.

"Should be back in three to five days," she said, dropping onto the couch beside me and curling her legs underneath herself. "Unless the mail is slow."

I stared at her. "You're evil."

She smiled sweetly. "You love it."

She was right.

---

Day Two:

The next morning was worse. The night had been torture. Every time I shifted in my sleep, the cage reminded me. I woke up achy, hot, and stiff in all the wrong ways.

Alice was already awake, sitting on the bed in just her panties and a loose t-shirt, sipping coffee and scrolling on her phone.

"Morning, cage boy," she cooed.

"Morning," I groaned, rubbing my eyes.

She looked at me for a moment, then said with an innocent tone, "I had a dream last night. You begged me to unlock you. You were on your knees, so desperate, and I just laughed and walked away."

I swallowed. "Did it turn you on?"

She smiled. "It really did."

She leaned over and kissed my forehead, letting her fingers brush my chest.

"And the best part is..." She dropped her hand down to tap the tip of the cage gently, making me flinch. "You can't do anything about it."

"I could beg," I joked.

"Oh, you will."

---

She spent that day teasing me without mercy. It was never overt--just little moments. A deep kiss that ended too soon. Changing clothes in front of me. Bending over unnecessarily. Whispering things in my ear about how warm and wet she was and how I wasn't allowed anywhere near it.

I tried to stay strong. I tried not to squirm. But she saw everything.

At lunch, while I was cooking, she came up behind me and reached down to gently cup the cage through my pants.

"You've been very good today," she murmured. "Quiet. Subtle. Obedient."

I nearly dropped the spatula.

"But I wonder..." She leaned in, pressing her body against mine, her breath hot on my neck. "What would happen if I gave you a task? Something... difficult."

I stiffened. "Like what?"

She giggled and pulled back. "Not today. But soon. Be ready, cage boy."

---

Day Three:

I had to go out. Groceries. Errands. Life doesn't stop just because your girlfriend turned your cock into a locked-down ornament.

Wearing the cage in public was a very specific kind of mindfuck. I was sure every cashier could see it. That I was walking funny. That people knew.

They didn't. Of course not.

But Alice knew. She texted me throughout the trip:

-"Think anyone can tell what's missing from your pants?"-

-"What if I was behind you, whispering that you're locked for me?"-

-"Would you kneel for me in the cereal aisle if I told you to?"-

I nearly sprinted home.

When I got back, Alice was lounging on the couch in nothing but a robe. She smiled at me like the cat who ate the canary.

"Strip," she said.

I hesitated. "Right now?"

"Yes."

I obeyed.

She sat up and opened her robe just enough to show that she was naked underneath.

"Look at what you're missing," she purred. "And then thank me for keeping you so helpless."

I got on my knees and kissed her thighs, her stomach, her breasts--everywhere but where I most wanted to.

She moaned, lazily tugging my hair. "You're getting very good at this."

"And you're evil," I whispered.

She smirked. "A sweet evil. But you love it."

I nodded. "I really do."

---

That night after dinner, I was doing the dishes while Alice dried, both of us quiet, our hands moving in rhythm like any normal couple.

Except I wasn't normal.

I was locked. Still caged. Three days in, and the novelty had long since melted into something more visceral--a constant low throb of heat, pressure, and helplessness. Every little graze from her fingers, every innuendo in her voice, made me ache in a way that had nothing to do with my body and everything to do with her control.

"I've been thinking," she said casually, setting a glass down on the counter.

That tone. It always meant trouble.

I glanced over. "About?"

She smiled and leaned against the counter. "About how good this has been for both of us."

I stopped drying. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. You're... softer. More attentive. Definitely hornier." Her eyes sparkled. "And I have to admit--I like the power."

I swallowed. "I've noticed."

She stepped close and tugged at the waistband of my pants, just enough to expose the tip of the cage. She traced a finger over the metal. "I thought I'd feel bad. But honestly? I love knowing you're always thinking about me. Feeling me. Missing me."

I could only nod.

She tilted her head. "And it's made me wonder..."

Here it comes.

"...what if, when the key arrives, I just keep it?"

My mouth went dry.

"You'd still have the hope," she continued, smiling sweetly. "You'd think, 'Today might be the day she sets me free.' And then I'd say--'Not yet, baby. I'm not done having fun.'"

I stared at her, unable to find words.

She tapped the cage again, playfully. "So if you want me to unlock you, eventually, you'd better be very good this week."

My heart thudded in my chest. She was serious. She was toying with me. And I loved her so much it hurt.

---

Day Four: Obedience Training

Alice gave me my first "obedience challenge" that morning.

While I was brushing my teeth, she strolled in, completely naked, and leaned in the doorway.

"You're not allowed to speak for one hour," she said simply. "You may only communicate through kisses, nods, or whimpers. If you break the rule, I'll spank you. If you follow it... I might let you lie between my thighs."

It was impossible.

She teased me the whole time. Bending over. Moaning softly. Sitting on the edge of the bed and spreading her legs just far enough to drive me insane.

I bit my tongue so hard I thought I might bleed.

At exactly 59 minutes in, she whispered, "Do you want me to touch myself while you watch?"

I groaned.

She smirked. "That counts as a whimper. But I'll allow it."

I ended the hour with my face buried between her legs, hands behind my back while she gently held my head and rocked her hips. Her thighs trembled around my ears as she came, whispering how good I was, how well-behaved, how helpless and hers.

I came so close to crying.

---

Day Five: The First Slip

I was trying to work. Emails, meetings, mundane stuff. Alice had promised she wouldn't tease me during work hours today.

She lied.

Halfway through a Zoom call, she strutted in wearing one of my old button-up shirts--just that. She climbed onto the bed behind my desk and started slowly, seductively unbuttoning it.

I tried to keep my eyes on the screen. Failed. The call ended with me barely coherent.

When I turned around, she was lying back, legs open, fingers playing just barely between them.

"Oh no," she pouted. "The call ended already?"

I stood up, desperate, but she held a hand out.

"Nope. You broke character. You looked. That's a demerit."

"What happens with demerits?"

She rolled over and grabbed something from the nightstand: a little paddle. Pink. Padded. Cute and terrifying.

"You bend over," she said, grinning.

I did. She gave me five playful swats, each one followed by a soft kiss to my shoulder and a whisper in my ear.

"Next time, stay focused."

---

Day Six: The Key Arrives

It was late afternoon when I heard the mailbox clatter.

I froze.

Alice looked up from her phone. "Mail?"

I nodded, heart pounding.

She stood up, walked over, and returned a minute later with the envelope. She held it like it was made of gold.

"This?" she said. "This is the key to your freedom."

I reached for it instinctively. She pulled it back.

"Uh uh. I didn't say I was giving it to you."

She stepped forward and pressed it against my chest. "I've been thinking about how obedient you've been. How horny. How sweet. It's been very fun for me."

She smiled that little bratty smile.

"And I'm not ready for it to end."

Then she slid the envelope into the top drawer of her nightstand. Closed it. Locked it with a tiny click.

I stood there in stunned silence.

She walked up close and wrapped her arms around me. "You're doing so good, baby," she whispered. "Just a little longer."

I groaned.

She kissed me slowly, deeply. "And tonight? You can beg."

---

That Night: Beg for It

After locking the key away, Alice was radiant.

Not smug. Not cruel. Just glowing with this playful, sensual confidence that made my knees weak. I was sitting on the edge of the bed in my boxers, the outline of the cage pressing tight against the fabric, so sensitive that even the air on my thighs was unbearable.

She straddled my lap slowly, wearing nothing but a silky robe that brushed against my bare chest. Her body warm, her lips dangerously close.

"I told you," she whispered in my ear, "you could beg tonight."

I swallowed hard. "Please..."

"Mmm." She shifted in my lap, grinding ever so gently. "More."

"I need you, Alice. Please let me out."

She tugged at my hair. "No. Not like that. I want full-on, pathetic, filthy begging."

My breath caught.

She slid off my lap and knelt in front of me, her fingers lightly trailing up my thighs. "Tell me what you'd do if I unlocked you. Right now."

"I'd fuck you so hard," I gasped. "I'd make you come twice. Three times."

She smiled like the devil in silk. "Mmhm. And what if I don't?"

I groaned.

"What if I keep you like this for another week? Would you still eat me out like a good little pet?"

"Yes! God, yes."

"Would you watch me touch myself every night, knowing you're not allowed to?"

"Yes."

"Would you wear a plug for me while I tease you all day?"

"...Yes."

She kissed me then, slow and deep, until I was trembling. "Good boy."

And then she stood up, untied her robe, and climbed onto the bed. She laid back, spreading her legs with a lazy stretch. "Earn your reward."

I didn't need to be told twice.

I spent the next half hour between her thighs, hands flat on the sheets, tongue desperate, worshipful, and helpless. She moaned softly, running her fingers through my hair, whispering praise and promises that made me ache even harder.

And when she finally came--shivering, gasping my name--she pulled me up, kissed me deeply, and whispered:

"You still don't get the key."

---

Day Seven: Out in Public

"I have a surprise for you today," Alice said the next morning. She tossed me a hoodie and joggers. "Dress comfy. We're going out."

"...Like this?" I glanced down at my cage.

"Oh, sweetheart," she giggled. "That's the whole point."

The thrill of it hit me like lightning. I was going to be caged, in public, around people. She was going to tease me outside the bedroom now.

We went to a cute coffee shop first. Alice made a big show of leaning in close at the counter.

"My poor boyfriend is being very patient today," she told the barista with a grin. "Isn't that right, baby?"

I nodded, cheeks red, cage throbbing.

The barista blinked, confused. Alice just winked at me and led me to a corner booth, her fingers brushing my thigh under the table.

"Every time you squirm," she whispered, "I'll know exactly what's going through your head."

Then she pulled out her phone and started scrolling Tumblr.

I leaned over. "What are you--"

"Oh, just browsing chastity blogs. Look at this one. Locked for 30 days. Can you imagine?"

I nearly choked on my coffee.

She grinned. "You're lucky I'm so nice."

---

That Evening: The Final Test

That night, she sat me down on the floor and stood over me in just a thong, holding the locked nightstand drawer key in one hand.

"This is it," she said. "The final night. One last test."

I nodded. "Anything."

She knelt down and stroked my face. "No touching me. No kissing. No begging. Just sit there, and watch. I'm going to make myself come--slow, deep, and loud--and you're not going to do anything."

I whimpered.

"Control yourself," she whispered. "Or I keep the key."

I sat perfectly still as she climbed onto the bed, legs open, fingers moving between them in smooth, lazy circles. She moaned like she wanted the neighbors to hear, kept whispering my name, gasping how good it felt to know I couldn't touch her, that she owned my pleasure now.

I was shaking by the end of it. Sweat on my forehead. Breathing ragged.

She pulled a blanket over her and curled up, leaving the key on her nightstand.