All that day, after my . . . what should we call it? The day after my 'caging', Katie kept me locked up. She continued to use my mouth, my hands, and her dildo, "Big Ronnie" not only on that day, but all that week.
It was a strange week for me. I desperately wanted out of that cage. I wanted to have an orgasm, either inside of her, or even by my own hand, but Katie was determined that I acclimate to my chastity device as quickly as possible. So, I was kept locked up, and at her continuous disposal. But when I was servicing her (and that is exactly what it was, I was no different than Big Ronnie at those times), I found myself thinking only of pleasing her, of earning that 'Good Boy' she would give me once she had used me to her satisfaction. My urge to come only came back after I had come down from the high of participating in her orgasm.
At that point, I would beg her to release me from the cage, but she would not grant me that most desired wish. So, I went to school, taught class, met with my students, and met with my faculty advisor, and Katie went to class herself pursuing her pre-med, course work; all while I was locked up that week.
And as far as I knew, no one noticed my personal 'bondage'. I did notice a few women look at me quizzically from time to time, but Katie said it was probably because I looked bigger 'down there'. I thought so too and had hoped that it would make Katie a bit jealous, but if it did, I couldn't see it. She seemed to enjoy that extra bulge in my pants, and she particularly enjoyed fondling it in public when she didn't think she'd get caught. I frequently had to find creative ways to cover up the wet spot in my slacks from the pre-come that I was continually leaking.
Let's see now, if I recall, I was caged on a Monday night, and on that Wednesday evening of the next week, I was working on the notes Professor Haze gave me about my novel, she can be a right bitch if you don't have a VERY good reason for ignoring her suggestions. I sometimes think I should find a different faculty advisor, but I don't know, I just don't know, she's so smart.
Katie called me to her in our living room. She had been studying for an exam on the sofa. She was wearing some very short shorts, and a tank top, her feet were bare. Her red hair, always beautiful, made me want to cry.
I stood before her, "What ch'a need, Hon?"
"Take off your clothes."
"Take off my clothes? Why"
"I want you naked, I like you naked. You're a very pretty man who will do anything I want! And I want you to take off your clothes."
"Okay!" I said with a shrug. I knew I'd pretty much do anything Katie asked, I liked pleasing her, but I didn't much like that tone in her voice. I found it both demeaning and a bit arousing if you want the truth, but over the last few days, I had grudgingly gotten used to it, a bit.
I stood in front of her, naked, except for my chastity device. I wasn't sure what to do with my hands, so I let them dangle at my side. She had that predatory look in her green eyes that she gets when she wants to tie me up, but there was something different about her.
Katie extended her long leg and manipulated my caged cock with her foot. "There's something about your cock cage that makes me feel. . . very powerful. When I see you in it, I feel like you belong to me. That you are mine to use any way I want. Does it make you feel that way too?"
"Yeah," I said, "Sometimes. There are times when I feel that I have no options but to do whatever you want."
"Does that bother you?"
"Well, I like having you tell me what you want and then me doing it. I guess, that I don't always feel particularly loved, sometimes."
"Yes, I can see that could be a problem I need to work on. Never doubt though, that I love you, and will always have your best interests in mind!"
"I love you too! I know, you will always be there for me, and sometimes, I guess I feel sorry for myself when I don't get my way, which is weird, since I want you to have your way at all times."
Katie jiggled my cock cage with her foot once more, "Is this too much for you? Do you want it off?"
I didn't expect that question and it took me by surprise, I had to think about it a bit. "It makes you happy, and it makes you feel powerful; it makes me feel like I belong to you, and it makes me feel . . . kind of, I don't know, extra obedient towards you; and, let's face it, when I go down on you with it on, your orgasms are spectacular! And that makes ME very happy."
Katie chuckled a bit, "That is true! But do you want it off?"
I thought a bit longer about it, and then said, "We agreed to one month. If you decide to take me out of my cage, either for your pleasure or mine, I still want to at least finish out the month."
Katie gave me a sort of grim smile, "This is taking us, well me at least, in a direction that I don't think you expected."
"Not completely expected, I guess." I paused to consider the situation, "But we BOTH like it when you tie me up, and we both kind of like you to run things for us as a couple. And, to be honest, I rather like it when you get, well, aggressive about sex. I don't think we can lay this at your feet alone. I think we are together in this, no matter what!"
Katie stood up, she was an inch or so taller than me, even barefoot. She was every bit the tall Hollywood Goddess, "You don't mind when I fantasize about you belonging to me, and how you have to do whatever I say?"
I smiled a tentative smile, I wasn't sure if I was saying too much, "No! I've enjoyed those sorts of fantasies for years, and that's how I think when you have tied me up! You'd be shocked at what I think about when I'm going down on you! If you want to be, more demanding of me, I don't see that as a problem."
Katie smiled gratefully, "I think I can manage to keep you, ah, challenged in that regard!"
I laughed, I was full of happy thoughts about our life together so far. I was in the perfect relationship with the smartest, most beautiful, and sexy woman on the planet! "I wonder what our parents would say if they knew what our relationship was REALLY like?"
Katie's mood, softened even more, "You know, I'm pretty sure my mom and dad have a relationship, kinda like ours." She turned me around and then sat back down on the sofa, pulling me down with her. I landed between her legs. She reached around me and started playing with my nipples.
"Oh!" I said with great pleasure, then I realized what Katie had just said. "What? Your parents talked to you about something like that?"
Her dad had been my hero when I was growing up, before I even met Katie here at the University. My dad was a distant asshole, and I sort of imagined that Katie's movie star dad was really my dad, and he would take me fishing, like he did that kid who played his son in "Thunder Moon".
I sort of kept that fantasy right up to the time when I told Katie about it, and she said she was sure he has never gone fishing in his entire life. I watched all his movies and even knew some of the dialog by heart, and now I find out that he can't fish and was every bit as submissive as me! I wasn't sure HOW I felt about hearing this stuff.
"No, my parents would never talk to me about something like that!"
"Well then, how do you know?"
"I sort of figured it out. Kids always know more than they let on. I could hear things through doors and walls. I was aware of those 'looks' and those little comments with multiple meanings, and as I got older, I started to put things together. Then too, I kind of caught them once."
"Whoa!" I said, Katie was still pinching and tweaking my nipples, and my hips sort of involuntarily started to gyrate to her efforts, "What did they say when you caught them?" I groaned a bit in fruitless pleasure. If any ladies read this, I can assure you, guys really can compartmentalize like this!
This must have delighted Katie, her voice took on an amused tone, "They didn't know I caught them. I came home a day early from College, when I got in the door, I heard a Mom's voice, like she was angry, coming from Dad's study. The door was open a crack, and I don't know why, but I peeked in, not saying anything. I saw my dad, standing at attention - naked. His cock locked up like yours, while my mom scolded him like a child. She called him a bad boy, and that he needed to be punished."
"She ordered him to bend over her knees for a good spanking. And he DID IT! She spanked his ass like she used to do to me when I was misbehaving, only a LOT harder."
"Dad started crying, sobbing like a child! He was promising to be good for her, to please, please, please, stop spanking him! It seemed to go on forever, then she made him stand up again and promise to be her very good boy and to never forget who was the boss. He promised he would never forget, and never disobey her again."
Then my mom told him to kneel in front of her. She spread her legs and told him that he knew what he needed to do. The he leaned forward placing his head between her thighs, and I guess he ate her out."
I was still gyrating my hips. The story, combined with her teasing my nipples had made me as horney as I had been all week. "You guess?"
"Yeah, I backed away from the study door and went outside as quietly as I could, I didn't really want to see my parents having SEX! But, I found mom's control over dad to be . . . 'arousing'. It wasn't the sex, it was the control she had over my dad. I knew that I wanted that sort of control someday too!"
"So, you had to wait until you found me!"
"Not really," Katie gave a little laugh, "I called that sweet, dumb, goof, Big Ronnie. He had no problem doing whatever I said, but the ropes, and the spanking kind of freaked him out. He broke up with me after the fourth date."
"You can spank me whenever you want!"
Katie stopped stroking me and kissed me on the back of the neck, "THEN, I had to kiss a few frogs until this Hollywood Princess found you!"
I don't know what came over me! I was a free spirit! Not willing to be tied down! (well, you know what I mean!) But I guess I was overcome by optimism and love, "Let's get married!"
Katie again kissed me on the back of the neck, "Well, I already decided that I would marry you some time ago, but I'm glad you came up with the idea on your own."
"I think we've both sort of assumed that we'd eventually marry for a while. I can't imagine my life without you!" I said.
