Chapter Two - Sunday
It's been less than two days, and I am already adapting my daily routine around the cage. Maybe I was little gun shy after the events at the park or maybe I am just lazy but instead of going to the grocery store and risking being discovered in my cage I order my groceries on an app. I watched the white pickup truck pull into my driveway with the windows down as a shirtless lean young black college boy got out and stretched, bending at his skinny waist. Through the small window next to the front door, I spied as he wiped sweat from his hard hairless torso with a rag before tossing on a lose sports jersey.
Normally I let the delivery person leave the stuff at my door and bring it in after they drive off, but he caught me staring at him through the small window and waved. Caught peeping I opened the door to make small talk as he unloaded the bags. "Whew, hot one today, isn't it?" mentally I kicked myself. Talking about the weather was the oldest cliche in the book but I was panicking in the moment.
He gave a hearty laugh deeper than I expected from the effeminate lean body, "Yea it's a scorcher and my damn AC broke in my truck, its why I am doing deliveries to pay for the AC repair, hey I am Jamie by the way." I shook his sweaty hand admiring the muscles in his arms, suddenly thankful for the cage keeping me from showing any sudden arousal. Feeling embarrassed to just be standing there while he worked, I stepped up to help him unload the bags from his truck. Unfortunately, this was not a move he was expecting, and we collided when he turned around. A jar of pickles in the bag he held swung like a pendulum hitting my crotch making a clinking noise.
I watched the expression on Jamie's face change as realization hit him. "Hey dude I need to pee really bad; you can unload the rest for me, right?" He didn't wait for a reply but just walked into my house instead. I unloaded the rest of the bags and was unpacking them in the kitchen listening to his thick stream hit the water in the bowl though the thin bathroom door. "I can't believe I am jealous of him just for being able to pee standing up," I muttered to myself before he emerged his pants sagging at his knees still holding the ends of his belt.
"You live alone?" he asked. I automatically nodded as I unpacked assuming he would just pull up his pants and head back out. Jamie stalked up to me, standing deep inside my personal space, I smelled the musky sweat and body spray on him as he hovered. "You know it's not safe for a pretty girl like you to be living alone," he growled. The hand with the belt suddenly wrapped it around my neck, the other grabbing my caged crotch. I reached up to grab the belt on my neck with both hands, but he slapped them away "Hands off my belt girl!"
I was so stunned by his demeaner and dominance I found myself obeying him, lowering my hands submissively. He spun me around, so my back was to him and told me to, "assume the position." Obediently I put both hands on the tiles of kitchen island as the belt tightened threating to cut off my air, his free hand running down my body. I stood perfectly still bent over as he groped and felt me up, cupping my ass and chest and pinching my nipples as he frisked me.
