Caged Studies Ch 03

Hello all! Wow, this one came out long! I had a bit of inspiration and it just happened. Thanks for the feedback you've given. I'm reading and taking your advice as it all comes. I'll work on including what I can that fits into my original plans and make this appealing to many! Reminder. This is heavily inspired by White_Raven47's series "Daughter holds the keys" please go and read them!

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Mitchell slowly woke up a bit groggy. His cage is the first thing he feels, morning wood and the long night of teasing and torture from his loud roommate. And her guest. Sliding his legs out of bed he noticed his pajamas were very wet on the front. A sigh escaped him as he realized he leaked a lot last night. Not even aware of whatever time he had managed to drown out the moans and go to bed. He stands up and drops his pajamas, stepping out of them as he pulls out a pair of blue jean shorts and a blue shirt. Dressing simply. He slips on a new pair of boxers and then gets dressed. Stepping out into the shared living space of his room and moving to the bathroom, the door was open indicating Annabelle wasn't in there. He set to work on his morning routine. Brushing his teeth, shaving, and giving his face a once-over for any blemishes or pimples. Satisfied he steps out and yawns just as Annabelle's door opens. She stands there sleepily, rubbing at an eye and again only in her underwear. This time a blue bra with the straps tightened and a matching pair of panties. Opening her eyes she sees Mitchell.

"Mmf...morning" she mumbles as she steps into the room. Moving for the kitchen and grabbing a pod for the coffeemaker. "I..am...hungover" she says to Mitchell as she had a lot to drink last night. The activities of the night clearly not helping either. "I had a friend come over last night. Fun time but she said my bed wasn't as soft as hers" she says leaning against the counter as she faces Mitchell. "Not my fault, my gel padding hasn't come in yet. But it's not like it's a long walk to where she lives anyways. She lives in the dorms too. One floor down" she says as the coffeemaker finally begins to spurt out the hot liquid. Filling the room with the scent of hazelnut. Mitchell couldn't help but blush a bit as she mentioned her friend. Well aware of what she got up to last night.

"I am..aware you had a friend" he begins as he moves to the counter, leaning against it too, although a bit away from her. Mitchell doing his best to keep his eyes on hers. He did not need any more stimulation this morning. "Uh...the walls are...thin apparently" he begins as he does his best to maintain a straight face. "Not judging or anything but just saying as a warning for the future," he adds quickly not trying to offend or upset her in any way. An upset woman in Mitchell's life, especially a barely dressed one, would spell many problems for his sanity and his clothes. "But it's fine" he lies. "I managed to get back to sleep relatively easily, just wanted to warn you is all."

Annabelle smiles as she grabs a cup from the cupboard. "Oh, easily? That's a shame" she says playfully. "I'll bring out my A-game then, we'll be a bit louder next time" she jokes as she pours the coffee into her cup. Seeing his reaction she rolls her eyes. "Don't give me that look. I believe men should have plenty available for the imagination. Helps keep them...entertained" she says with a smug grin. "After all, you poor boys are so lacking in attention. Nothing wrong with having your imagination... stimulated...if nothing else" she jokes as she takes a sip of the hot coffee and gives a sigh.

Mitchell couldn't keep a straight face this time around and blushed looking away. "I..look Annabelle we barely know each other" he begins as he looks back at her. "And don't get me wrong. You're a beautiful woman but...is it really alright for me to be so aware of what you're doing?" He asks as he tries to find the right words. "I can get used to the...lack of clothing. But beyond that isn't what you're saying very personal?" he asks very confused. Granted this was his first time living with another woman. But in his mind, he didn't think women were all like this. Surely some had a nicer sense of self or preservation about their bodies. Rumors he's heard from his earlier years when he and his friends would talk about an ideal girlfriend or wife. Sadly life was not as kind as boyhood dreams and rumors.

Annabelle laughs. Just simply...laughs. Rubbing at an eye as she listens to him. A smile on her face as he can tell even that pains her a bit with her hangover. "Mitchell..you've never been alone with a woman have you?" She asks bluntly. Making him quite embarrassed. "You've never been alone in another girl's house? Never hung out with women friends in a group? No?" she asks surprised. Mitchell could only stand there and not even look her in the eyes. He couldn't deny any of what she said. "Wow. You're sheltered huh" she says taking another sip of her coffee. "Mitchell. All women are teases. Sure I'm a bit harder on men but why wouldn't I be? I'm taught by one of the best when it comes to men. I already have experience in handling them. I have more confidence and knowledge than many my age. Don't you dare ask" she says raising a finger at him regarding her age. "But my point is. Women do become like me at one point or another. Some later than others. Being open, happy, free, it's just how we are given time" she informs him.

Mitchell processes this. Thinking long and hard about what she said. From a glance, she seemed to be around his age, maybe just slightly older if one wanted to argue but she did not look bad. She was probably 21 anyway given she was drinking. But he did learn from his mother about asking about one's age, something he learned the hard way when he accidentally asked one of her friends's age. A lesson he didn't forget, a story for another time perhaps. "I..so that's just how it is?" he asks looking down at the counter. "I'm not upset just...shocked" he admits. Given the nature of this world, there wasn't much punishment or threat to women for being sexual or showy. It just solicited reactions from men that they thought were entertaining. A fact he was realizing too late now. He shakes his head and looks back at her. "I...yes it's my first time with a woman like you close to me...okay" he admits openly. Embarrassed and now only slightly red in the face with embarrassment. "So forgive me if I'm not well versed."

With a sigh, Annabelle sets her coffee down and approaches Mitchell. Eventually getting very close, VERY close. With a smile, she wraps her arms around his neck and smiles. "Well, consider me honored I'm your very first" she whispers with a very lustful tone. Mitchell stands no chance as he gets hard in his cage from the physical contact. A shocked look on his face before she grins and pushes him away playfully with a hand. She was quite used to teasing men, enjoying making them squirm or just plain being toyed with. She grabs her cup and drinks from it again. More alive than before as she has something in her stomach and a small rush of caffeine hitting her. "All jokes aside the only answer I can give is, it is how it is Mitchell" she begins as she takes another sip. "Besides give it time. You'll be able to let out all those frustrations at the men's clinic when you go. And I'd be honored if I'm the very first one you imagine during your first session. Now if you'll excuse me...my bed is calling me" she says walking away. Mitchell is unable to stop his head as he turns to stare at her ass a bit. She turns her head at her doorway, shooting him a grin before closing the door behind her. Happy in her teasings.

Mitchell. Frustrated at how easily he was toyed with moves to his room. He thinks for a few moments as he gathers his thoughts and clears the lust from his head. He decides to go to the local mailroom to see if anything of his has arrived yet since he did mail stuff to the university in his name. He gathers his wallet, keys, and phone before locking his door and leaving his dorm room. Stepping into the hallway and leaving the building to hopefully get some of his stuff back.

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Mitchell returns from the mailroom smiling as he pushes a small cart. The mailroom on campus has a few the students can use to transport packages, they just had to sign it out with their student I.D. and bring it back before the day was over. In the cart were several packages. They each contained various decorations for his room, posters and the like, his laptop, and his T.V. He happily pushes it into his room and sets the packages down, putting them against the wall as has to leave once more and return the cart. He returns several minutes later, covered in sweat from the heat outside. He wipes his forehead with the sleeve of his shirt and gets to the room. Opening the boxes up and finally managing to start decorating his room. Turning the small space into his own. First, he sets the laptop and its cable on the desk, with the T.V. on the dresser. Giving him a good view from the bed and his chair should he watch it, he would just need to connect it to the internet later. Finally comes the box with his posters. Gaming and anime are related to all of them. He places some double-sided stickers on the walls and hangs them. Smiling happily as his space feels more...homely. It doesn't matter if even Annabelle comes in again, judges him, or makes any remarks about them. He had his own space in his own way and he was going to appreciate everything that meant to him. Something he didn't get at home given how often his mother rooted through his stuff on a normal basis.

Setting the boxes down, his room was no longer as dreary and barren. He sets to breaking the boxes down. Putting away the trash in the living space trashcan before going back in and falling onto his bed with a satisfied sigh. More stuff would come in over the next few days but that was a matter for later. He stays there a few moments before opening his phone, scrolling through his social media to see what his high-school friends were up to. Only a few got into college, others into trades or minor jobs as they could do. Not many end up well in this day and age, so he felt blessed to be in as good a university as Morgren. He needed to make sure he graduated, so his future was secured. He was set up already but he needed to do better. He would need to dig in deep and do good in classes, and his studies and maybe even get more certifications if he could. It was then his door opened up, he had forgotten to lock it.

"Oh. So this is what that noise was" Annabelle's voice says as she walks in. Wearing the same underwear from earlier. She looks around at his posters and nods along. "Hmm, about as expected to be honest. Given you are a computer guy" she says as she sits in his chair like she lived there. Technically she did but in a different room a few feet away. She sees the look Mitchell gives her and rolls her eyes. "Don't give me that look guys should have their interests and hobbies I'm not getting between that at all" she says as she crosses her legs again. Covering her crotch, and her underwear before digging quite deep into it. "Listen, in any relationship if a girl tries to change a guy and what he likes it's not healthy at all. My mother taught me that. You do you and I won't judge" she says to a moderate surprise to Mitchell. One of his longtime friends once got a girl who tried to be very controlling with him, even to the point where she tried to stop him from seeing Mitchell and his other friends too. They broke it off not long after that attempt so hearing this from another woman was a nice surprise.

"I see. Thanks for that I suppose" He says calmly as he sits up. Mildly used to the lack of clothing she was wearing given the exposure over the past day and a half. "It comes off as nerdy I'm wholly going to admit it. But I grew up on this stuff. It's what helped me get into my computer interests and we both know that's important to me" he says with a small shrug. "I hope to find time in the future after school to keep playing and enjoying it. Love what you do right?" He jokes smiling. Grateful for the small talk. Making her seem more human to him than just some girl he happened to see often and loved to tease him to the point of literal physical stress.

"You remember who you're talking to?" She asks with a smirk. "I'm here for the sake of liking what I've been doing too. But unlike you my outlets are harder to come by" she says flipping some of her hair back over her shoulder. It wasn't done up for the day but it didn't look messy. Just a bit curly and needed a light brushing. "But more power to those who like what they do. Makes life that much more enjoyable once things need to get a bit serious for them. If they can find a bit of happiness in small stuff it makes work more tolerable. My experience at least" she says with a playful wink.

Mitchell thinks for a bit and then shuffles a bit on the bed readjusting his position, the ring of his cage digging in a tad to his thigh. Manspreading is still a thing in this world and admittably a bit more necessary. "So...I gotta ask," he says as he feels a bit of heat rush to his face. Deciding to shoot his shot a bit and put rumors to rest in his head. "I know about the normal men's clinics. The methods they use, my friends tell me and there are whole video documentaries on them. Medical of course but...what goes on at the high-class clinics?" he asks openly. "So little info is out there about them and rumor is they are catered more to providing better...service" he explains using the most PG word he could. "And why is that? If men know wouldn't they try and work harder to get into them? Make it a life goal, as sad as it is to say" he says with a small laugh. Annabelle smiles.

"The reason there aren't any explanations or details about what goes on is because...it's more interesting that way" she begins with a smile. "If it's a rumor people will talk about it more if they see one, be it in movies that show a character going in, passing it by in the street, and so on. It's easily more talked about and that gives them a sort of...respect" she says thinking of that word. "Something harder to get, something that must be worth it, something that will cater more to tastes and possibly even a better relief" She leans back in his chair. Her cleavage is more noticeable in the bra as she likely is doing this on purpose. "And what goes on is something so many men don't get in life now, something they need on the most basic level of human nature." She leans forward to whisper this last word. "Intimacy," she says with a grin on her face. "Normal government clinics don't offer this. It's all machines, provided videos and pictures to help you handle it by hand if they decide that for the day" she says as she holds a hand up and gestures as a man stroking off. "High-class clinics offer real human contact. Now not necessarily sex" she says quickly putting her hands out in the "stop" gesture so he stops thinking about it. "It's purely sexual but even high-class clinics don't operate as old-world brothels. The men do not pay for sex. They pay for a more intimate relief. It's a fine line, Mitchell. Now is it illegal for a girl to go that far, to give sex to a man who goes if she likes him enough or if the man makes promises... not" she says as Mitchell's eyes go wide.

"I thought that was illegal, to offer money or things to try and get out of their cage?" he asks referencing a portion of the laws regarding the chastity enforcements. It's in the news all the time. Boys in high school or older who can't get a girl and they decide to shoot their shot. It even has its branch of law enforcement to investigate incidents like this. "It seems like that's a violation of those laws." He adds after a moment quite confused. Trying to process what she says.

Annabelle shakes her head and explains. "Admittedly it is a gray area. But that's if it happening BEFORE the process of relief. After the cage is unlocked it isn't illegal for a man to offer things in the hopes of a better session. I'm assuming you were handled by your mother in the past so let me use that as an example." She says going into further detail, Mitchell blushing a bit at the mention and memories that brought before he clears his head and listens. He was hard in his cage given the topic of conversation. "Say she unlocked you, and you had failed a test, a chore, or was rude. If that gray area didn't exist then technically a promise to do better in the hopes of relief instead of a standard edging or denial would be illegal. A simple act, small and mundane would be criminally charged if discovered by that interpretation of the law. However, the law is absolute meaning it's hard to nitpick." She says as she thinks for a moment. "That kind of thing would fall under the interpretation of 'The offer of services or certain behaviors in the hopes of being unlocked' If that law was taken THAT seriously then there would be a lot of desperate boys who made simple mistakes being locked up in jail."

Mitchell nods, understanding this explanation. He can see the point in it, there were times in the past when he'd messed up and his mother was quite irate. Where he did have to beg and hope she'd let him finish. He understood firsthand the desperation a pent-up man staring at the barrel of relief would be under entirely. It still felt dirty to admit but the law was likely better under this viewpoint. "For some laws to work some things need to stay under interpretation. That about how it goes?" He asks hoping he has it right.

"Exactly" she nods. "In the clinics, the men are already uncaged and in the act. If they promise things after being unlocked and during the act then it's not completely upheld unless the offer is way too much like offering property of some kind or offering funds from illicit sources. Politicians are the most guilty of this" she says chuckling. "Men in my experience will beg, the most wealthy and the most capable will beg for more. It's the job of every nurse at those clinics to keep things legal. Now I'm not saying the women don't partake in the physical deals either" she says with a smile. "Not necessarily sex will happen but they'll do something to enhance the experience. Sometimes a hand" she begins as she holds up her hand, moving her fingers in a way to express gentle touches and movements. "Sometimes a nice little strip-show" she begins with a smile and gently tugs down the front of her bra, teasing him as she shows off more of her cleavage. Not enough to see nipple but it was more than enough to make Mitchell leak then and there as he swallows nervously. His full attention was on her now, putty in her hands. "And sometimes...even a little bit more," she says as she releases her grip on her bra and gently drags her finger down her lips. Pulling softly on her lower lip showcasing how soft and gentle they looked. Her speaking a bit louder on the next part to snap him out of his lustful trance. "But again, it's important to not go too far," she says returning to her normal demeanor. The way she slips between sultry and normal scarily fast. Like a light switch, a child can flip on and off for pure amusement.

"I..see now" he begins as he adjusts his posture. Trying to take his mind off the pain in his crotch. "I'm sorry I needed to ask. It's just...curiosity" he begins as he fights the heat in his face. Trying not to look so embarrassed at this whole topic. "As well as clarifying the rules there. I think I needed to understand that better in the event..." He pauses before swallowing and clearing his throat. "In the event, I maybe get an opportunity to..go one day," he says sheepishly. Expressing his interest to her in how he hopes to go one day if he can afford the large fees they charge at those clinics. At a normal clinic, there are no fees to hold keys, unlock, and allow men to service themselves this way. It was all taxpayer-funded and in all honesty, men preferred it that way. No votes or voices were talking against those decisions. Only an occasional rally or protest at the laws themselves by men and very, VERY rarely women who support unlocking permanently. But high-class clinics charge large fees just for holding and maintaining a one-day-a-week schedule. And for any facility to try and be certified and treated as a high-class clinic was incredibly difficult. At most only about 2 or 3 open every several months and start like a small-sized business.