Finally, a partner who could match me. I'd had plenty of dalliances and boyfriends in my day but they generally came in one of two flavors: they had no idea how to deal with my occasional expression of dominance or they were so thirsty for it that they'd submit to me entirely at the first opportunity and never show a hint of control in our relationship at all.
Bruce was the first guy I'd been with who seemed not only to understand the dance, but to relish it. Even better, sharing a sub could give us more opportunities to co-dom. How fucking hot would that be?
After 2 weeks of basically no sexual interaction followed by this morning's intense uptick, I was nervous about bringing up my next idea for him, but I figured there was probably no better time. I walked him back to our bedroom, guided him to the loveseat, and gave him the blowjob every man wants -- until suddenly I stopped. "Not yet. I don't want you to come just yet. We'll need to save up your load for next Sunday. You wouldn't want our new audience thinking you only let out a dribble, would we now?" I told him.
I could see consternation on his face, equally coupled with commitment. "In fact, I'd like to formalize that agreement." He looked at me puzzled while I curled up, naked, next to him on the loveseat. "When the lockdown started, I bought you something I'd like to play with. It arrived last week in a package and I've been letting it decontaminate. Our dry spell put me off of the idea, but now I think it's perfect."
I walked across the room to my nightstand, opened the drawer and brought out a black velvet bag a little bigger than my hand. I passed it to Bruce who looked at it in curiously. He opened the draw string, reached inside, and pulled out its contents. I maintained close eye contact with him with a big playful smile, uncertain how he would react. He turned the object over and around and looked over at me, raising his right eyebrow questioningly.
"It's a cock cage -- well, a chastity cage!" My eyes must've been twinkling for him to continue entertaining this idea.
"I can see that we have a real shot at turning a corner together during this pandemic and sharing control of Bianca. She seems hella into it. The thing is, with the two of us girls and just you around to satisfy us, I want to make sure you don't get too power hungry," I continued.
He was still turning the cage over in his hands and listening to what I said. His dick was starting to droop just a little. It was a stainless steel cage in the shape of a limp dick about 2 and a half inches long with a round steel ring attached at the base. The ribs of the cage were smooth and ran lengthwise from the base towards the tip, meeting at a point with a hole in it at the very tip. It was fatter than his dick was when he was limp which meant he'd be able to wash himself well, but there was no way he was peeing standing up anymore -- it'd dribble all over the place. The whole apparatus locked shut with a hidden barrel lock and came with three small keys.
"I'm not so sure about this." Bruce replied. "This is pretty kinky shit. You know I'm down to try anything twice, but I don't know about this. Tell you what, I'll do it -- but with conditions."
Goddamn it, predicaments were Bruce's absolute favorite way to fuck with me. He loved giving me the paradox of choice where I'd lose -- but also win -- no matter which choice I made. I have to admit it was one of the sexiest things about the guy.
"Tell you what," he offered. "While I'm wearing this, I will have your explicit 'Fuck YES!' consent to dom Bianca in any way that's consensual between the two of us. You will also ensure that my balls are drained regularly so I don't get blue balls."
Fuck that was hot, but also troubling. I'd been the one holding us back from playtime with others because I was worried I'd get jealous or insecure in our relationship. Would holding his chastity key be enough for me to let his imagination run wild and dominate our sexy-as-fuck roommate however his perverted mind wanted? I could tell he was getting off on the predicament. Well, two can play at that game.
"You're making me squirm, you know. I think I'm ready to take this step with you, my little orgasm-controlled chastity slave, but I've got a couple of my own conditions to add." I responded thoughtfully. I controlled my expression carefully so as to avoid hinting that I was laying my own traps in our agreement.
"I'll agree to your conditions provided that Bianca doesn't learn about your cage in any way until I give you the go ahead. I want it to stay our secret for now. Further, I'll promise to unlock you regularly for playtime so long as you make sure I'm fully satisfied even when you're locked up," I countered.
"And in exchange, I'll let you control the key to this cage and I won't come without your permission," he concluded. "How about I try it on, see what it feels like, and we go from there?"
"Deal." I said.
