We got back to my apartment. When I stepped inside and reached to turn the lights on, Lily's hand reached out to stop me. Taking my other hand and interlacing her fingers with mine, she pressed me back against the wall, holding my hands above my head. She had on heels- if I hadn't noticed in the bar, I noticed now- and they were nothing flashy or extravagant, she didn't tower over me or anything like that, but they were just a nice black pair that went well with her stockings, and they made quiet clicking sounds on the hallway's wood floor. Once she had me against the wall and made it clear that I shouldn't move, she kissed me softly on the mouth, once. One of her stockinged thighs pressed warmly against the front of my jeans, against the cage. Combined with the kiss, it felt so good but also so frustrating that I groaned out loud, which caused her to smile in the darkness.
"Can I see it now?" she asked, abruptly breaking away from me and reaching for the lamp.
"Of...of course", I said, beginning to follow her over to my couch. The area was within the illumination of the lamp, though much of my familiar apartment was still in shadows. After two steps, however, I felt dizzy and had to reach out a hand to the wall to steady myself.
She was already perched on the couch, but looked over at me with what seemed to be genuine concern. "Chris", she asked, "are you okay?"
I tried to compose myself, taking a few deep breaths before stepping away from the wall. "I'm fine", I said. "It's just...you're really doing a number on me."
She smiled. "I'll take that as a compliment."
I made my way to the middle of the floor and began to fiddle with my belt.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa", she laughed, holding up a hand. She was sitting back against the couch, legs crossed. "Someone's eager. Shirt first, Chris. Take it slow, remember? Just like the bases?"
I still wasn't able to stop my hands from trembling; but as I slowly began to unbutton my shirt, I felt grateful that I'd been running a little recently, doing a few push-ups here and there. I certainly wouldn't be mistaken for a male model, but I felt my chest was presentable enough. As I removed my blue dress shirt, I tossed it on the floor to the side.
"No no", she said quietly, wagging her finger. "Fold it, Chris. You don't want it to get all wrinkled."
I bent down, certain that the real reason was not tidiness in itself but that she wanted to see me obey. I realized that I enjoyed doing so.
"Attaboy", she whispered.
I stood up, still unable to stop the trembling, and removed my belt with as much deliberation as I could manage, then slowly unbuttoned my pants. She had just been touching me, had kissed me, but now there the gulf of only a few feet between us seemed unbridgeable. There was no way I would cross it without her permission, and we both knew it. I unzipped my jeans, brought them down to my ankles and stepped out of them, then folded them carefully and placed them on top of my shirt.
"Good boy", Lily whispered. "You learn so fast."
Finally I stood there in my boxers only, though I already felt naked.
Her expression was intent, playful, filled with anticipation. Her legs were crossed and one of her feet, heels still on, was moving slowly, hypnotically (to me, anyway), from side-to-side. "Boxers, too", she said.
I took a deep breath and then finally slid my boxers down to reveal the sleek-looking blue silicon cage. She couldn't help it- she exclaimed and clapped, her face an expression of pure joy. It was the kind of cage without bars or little openings, so my penis was almost entirely covered, as well as restrained. It wasn't particularly high-tech or expensive, but it did the trick and she seemed to like it. For what felt like at least a minute, at any rate, she stared at it with something like wonder. Her voice was soft, almost awed. "That's so beautiful, Chris. And you can't...you know, orgasm inside of it or anything like that?"
Her reaction was having a powerful effect on me, and it was all I could do to answer in coherent words. I shook my head no. "No. Some guys apparently can, although I don't think it feels very good for them. But I can't."
"Yay!" She clapped again. "That's so great. Whoever designed these should get a Nobel Prize or something. Do you think it was some cute girl?"
I groaned. "Sometimes I fantasize about that."
"Come here", she responded.
Obediently, trembling harder now, I took a few steps forward.
She looked up at me, smiling wickedly. "May I?"
In reality it was a rhetorical question, but she was going to make me answer.
"Of...of course", I stammered.
And then she took the cage lightly in one hand, beginning to caress it. My penis, still mostly flaccid as a result of the cage, nevertheless throbbed and struggled for freedom, pressing against its confines. I felt one of my knees go weak. I might have whimpered as I dropped to one knee as well, but it was hard to be certain. I felt drunk.
She smiled, meeting my eyes. "Are you okay? That doesn't hurt, does it?"
"No, Lily", I breathed deeply. "Not at all. It just...it just feels good. Very good." I blushed.
"Oh. How interesting. So you can still feel something through the cage?" She had put her face very close, inspecting, as if she might kiss it.
"Yes."
She smiled evilly. "Just not enough to cum."
I shook my head sadly.
"That's really too bad, isn't it?" Then she did kiss the tip of the cage, before letting it go, and I cried out again. In the blink of an eye I was pressing one hand into the carpet, trying to stop myself from humping the air. I hoped my neighbors weren't around.
"Come here", she said, patting the spot on the couch next to her, "come join me."
I tried not to seem too eager; but within seconds our bodies were intertwined, hers on top of mine, and I was kissing perhaps more passionately and intensely than I had ever known I could, showering her arms and her shoulders and her neck and her mouth with worshipful kisses. Her eyes were fluttering and (unless I'm flattering myself) the expression on her face suggested pure bliss.
It wasn't just that kissing had become more exciting than I'd ever known it to be- but everything about her, every little cute gesture of her hands, every word, every expression, was suddenly magnified by 100. Her femininity was so powerful that I could barely stand it.
It was a curious feeling to be so close to her with the cage on, both intensifying my frustration and at the same time (or so it seemed) ameliorating it slightly. I almost let myself get completely lost in the feeling, and convinced myself that it was nothing but pure bliss for me as well...but at the same time, I was conscious of her legs on top of mine, the warmth of her thighs against my cage, my inability even to get hard, and it was driving me crazy. It was hard to even know what I would want, if I did have the choice. Get the keys, or just stay like this? It was an impossible decision. Which was partly why I was glad it was hers, not mine.
"It's just such a shame we're limited to two bases", she whispered, as I kissed her neck.
She seemed to be realizing that reminding me of my imprisonment was a surefire way to prompt another groan of agony, which in turn prompted more giggles from her.
"Well, we're not really", I said.
"Oh, that's right", she replied, as if she'd forgotten. "Your keys. Your main one and your spare. They're here, aren't they?"
I nodded, once again trying not to seem too eager. "May I go get them...?"
She tilted her head back and appeared to give it some thought. But even as she did, there was a part of me that wished I hadn't brought it up, and was almost a little disappointed when she said, "Mmm-hmm. Fetch them for me."
The part of me that wasn't disappointed moved to bolt down the hallway to my bedroom.
"Uh, Chris?" she asked.
