Brightness seeped through the half-closed blinds, birds chirped sweetly into the morning air, and an incessant beeping was blaring next to Ethan's ear. Groggily, he patted his hand across the nightstand until finally he pressed the snooze button and cut it silent.
He felt tired, sweaty, and on the edge of a sexual breakdown. His orgasm never happened; he tried one last time with the wand, but all he managed to do was produce an obscene amount of pre-cum and probably bruise his cock from all the straining against the cage. In the end, he'd just toss the wand back on the floor and eventually fall asleep, though he kept waking up in the night due to his cock randomly trying to get a bone and finding the cage in the way instead.
He reached over to his phone, checking the notifications. It was the usual junk emails, app updates, and a reminder that he'd slept through, but the one thing he was looking for was a sign that Scarlett was awake, but there was nothing.
"Morning, are you OK?"
He sent it, but it didn't seem like she was online.
What he really needed, beside a damn orgasm, was a shower, so he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and sat there for a moment. He could feel just how tender and sore his whole groin was. He didn't want that heavy cage to start pulling again as he stood up, so he carefully cupped his hand under his balls with one hand, giving them some support.
Standing up slowly, he made his way to the bathroom and turned the shower on, letting the hot water run for a minute to build up some steam in the room. Once the room was warm enough, he stepped into the stream of water and just let it wash over him for a minute, processing the previous night.
He just hoped that in the cold light of a new and sober day, Scarlett would still be as understanding as she was last night.
Ping.
He quickly turned off the shower, grabbed a towel on the way out, and raced back into the bedroom, hoping that it was her reply.
"I've been better,"
she said bluntly, and he could feel tension in his palms as they started to go that sweaty, anxious way when he was nervous. He hoped everything was OK between them, and the three little dots in the bottom corner would give his answer soon enough.
"We didn't go to sleep until 4 am and I'm absolutely shattered and a bit hungover,"
she continued, easing his mind somewhat.
"you OK?"
"Yeah, I'm good, a bit tired, but hopefully I can help you feel better when you're home,"
he replied, trying to hint the conversation in a certain direction.
"Oh, I can think of lots of things you can do to make me feel much better,"
she texted back.
"I've had all night to think about that."
He smiled to himself as he read the message. The conversation was definitely going the way he'd hoped it would, but he was going to have a little fun as well.
"Well, hopefully I can, but I am kind of tired as well, so I was just going to take it easy today,"
he replied, wondering how she would react to this.
"Someone's feeling like a brave boy, aren't they?"
she replied.
"You forgetting that I have this?"
Clicking on the picture that she'd sent over, he was greeted with the sight of her beautiful exposed breasts. Her arm was pushing them upwards from underneath, both nipples erect, a telltale sign that she was aroused. It was then that he noticed, dangling right in the middle of her chest, the key, held there with a thin metal chain.
"You like my new necklace?"
she asked.
"I think it really suits me."
He could feel his erection stir, and the cage slowly started to pull away from his body. This morning, however, it was not the fun, teasing feeling that he had last night but a much more intense, painful feeling. His whole groin was starting to ache, and he quickly closed his eyes, trying to focus on anything but his natural urges.
"Fuck, stop!" he muttered to himself as he reached his hand down and started to physically push the cage back towards his body. The pain started to relieve as he kept pressing inward until, finally, the urge subsided and his cock stopped trying to harden. He really needed that key; he was starting to worry he might cause himself an injury.
He'd been so preoccupied that he hadn't even noticed the message she'd sent.
"I'll be back in a couple of hours. I suggest that you have the house tidied up; otherwise, there might just be some consequences."
His imagination started to run wild again, an excitement building in the pit of his stomach, though he was trying his hardest to stop any reactions down there. He couldn't wait to see her and was a little intrigued by what she meant by 'consequences'.
"Is that a promise?"
He replied, he'd always enjoyed playfully pushing back against Scarlett, but this felt even more exciting.
"Oh, you best believe it is,"
she quickly responded,
"you'd get cleaning little sub or else."
He smiled as he read the reply; he almost felt like disobeying her to see what she'd do when she got home. Yet it was that aching twitch in his groin that made him decide it was probably a good idea to do as she said; fantasies were starting to take over again, and he needed to get this cage off.
Springing into action, he dried himself off and grabbed a comfortable t-shirt and snug set of boxers that would help keep the cage supported and put them on. The cage pulled ever so slightly with each step, not uncomfortable but enough to remind him that it was there constantly.
Stepping out of the bedroom, he looked around their modest flat. There was the open-plan kitchen that blended into the living room, the bedroom directly behind him and to his right, a small corridor that led to the entrance, and the room located around halfway down that corridor.
He started in the kitchen, placing some used dishes into the sink to soak before attempting to clean them. He figured he'd better get moving if he needed everything to be done by the time Scarlett was due home.
He raced around the flat, throwing dirty clothes into the hamper, adjusting the cushions on the couch, wiping down the surfaces, and so on. The cage was making it more difficult, though. The heavy weight around his dick was a constant in his mind, and if he was paying attention, he'd start letting his imagination wander into fantasies, and his groin was sure to remind them that there was a price for that at the moment.
After toiling for a couple of hours, everything was either clean or back in place, except the black nylon gym bag at the foot of the bed.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he opened the zipper and checked that everything was there, only to notice that the ballgag wasn't there. Looking around, he spotted it on her nightstand; he must have forgotten it when clearing everything else away. Just as he stood up to fetch it, he heard the lock on the front door open.
The house was quiet, but slowly he could hear those distinctive heels drawing closer and closer to the bedroom until finally she appeared in the doorway.
As she stood there, he wasn't sure if he was letting his mind warp reality, but there was around her an air of dominance that he'd only noticed, and it made her even more drop-dead gorgeous.
A short black leather jacket sat atop a low-cut white t-shirt that was tucked into her black denim jeans and thick glossy boots at the bottom. Her dark, shoulder-length hair swept back, allowing him to see those piercing green eyes and glossy ruby lips.
He could see her handbag slung over her shoulder as usual, but there was a plain white bag in her hand that he didn't remember her leaving with last night.
"Looks like you've been busy," she said, placing her bags down on the bed as she walked over to him and kissed him softly on the lips. "I hope you weren't playing with yourself though."
"Trust me, I couldn't even if I wanted to," he smiled, his arms wrapping around her as he just held her for a moment. He just wanted to linger on this feeling for a while longer.
"Just making sure," she replied, her hand cupping the outside of the boxers, checking that the cage was where she'd left it, "but let's sit down for a bit and talk."
The smile faded off his face; he knew what this would be about, and it was a conversation that he wasn't sure he was fully prepared for. Moving to their respective sides of the bed, they sat up against the headboard and just waited for someone to break the tension.
"So," she said, being the first to crack the silence as she picked up the ballgag from her nightstand and aimlessly played with it in her hands. "How long have you been into this?"
"That's kind of hard to answer," he said, trying to stay calm. "I mean, I've always had these feelings, but it wasn't until I was around 19 that I was able to buy some gear and properly experiment with it."
