Ayla Finds Me

I'm tossing and turning for the next two nights as I adjust to my chastity cage.

At least a dozen times I think about calling or texting Kayla and asking her to release me.

--

I wake up Monday morning, a mix of dread and excitement consuming my mind.

As I drive in, dread becomes my predominant feeling as I realize all of the power the Kayla now has.

I climb the stairs to the second floor of the building and enter the office we share, sitting at my desk.

I glance over to her desk, right next to mine, and feel my caged cock twitch in its confinement.

She's our company's purchaser and I'm the production planner. We share an office for the simple reason that every other office is taken.

I look out the window, admiring the view of the city that our office provides. But of course, the moment I look outside is the moment that her black Chevy SUV pulls into the parking lot and she parks next to my gray Honda.

I sit completely still as I wait for her to come upstairs.

She enters our office and shuts the door, smirking at me when our eyes meet.

Oh fuck.

She seems to have made it her personal mission to drive me as crazy as possible today based on her outfit.

Her skinny jeans are tight in all the right places, her black heels scream authority, and she's accentuated her pretty face with blush and subtle pink lipstick.

With the way she's already getting me wound up, I'm glad that none of the walls in our office have indoor windows.

"How was your weekend?" She asks with a giggle. "Did you do anything fun?"

"Yeah... it was ok." I softly reply. "What about you?"

"Oh my weekend was fabulous." She says walking over to her desk, to the left to mine. "On Saturday night, my vibrator gave me the best orgasm I've had in years." I growl a bit at the emphasis she puts on the word "orgasm". "I actually thought about calling you yesterday but I figured you were a bit... tied up," she winks.

Fuck. I'm glad I wore dark pants today.

"Wha... what were you gon... gonna call me for?"

She smirks at my question. "I was getting a new necklace and I wanted to know what you thought about it." She unzips her jacket and I stare at her new necklace. A silver chain with a key on the end of it, resting just above her cleavage.

"I take it you like it." She childishly giggles as she takes her seat, my stare at her necklace unbreaking. "It's rude to stare." She giggles running the key between her index finger and thumb.

And the day goes like this.

Kayla finds ways to get me a little worked up and then drops the conversation, and leaves my cock throbbing.

By 4:30, I'm just about loosing my mind. Our office door is shut, and she's undone the top two buttons and is silently playing with the key on her necklace. My legs are held tightly against my cage and I'm thrusting my hips into them involuntarily.

"Today's my spa day." Kayla says breaking the silence. "What color should I do my nails?" She asks with a smirk.

"I don't care." I softly answer through gritted teeth.

"Oh come on," she sticks out her bottom lip. I shudder as I feel her nail scratch my arm. I reach to push her hand away but she clicks her tongue to grab my attention. "Hands on your desk."

I oblige, much go her delight. "Now pick a color."

"I don't care." I say with a slight whimper as she scratches the inside of my thigh.

"Come on. Give me a color," she coos with her other hand running through my hair.

"Fuck." I say under my breath as she continues to scratch inside my thighs, my hips still rocking.

I lose my ability to think and just look around the room.

"Purple." I softly say seeing the color of her jacket.

"Good boy." She leans in and softly kisses my cheek.

I spend a few minutes collecting myself before finally getting back to work.

I send off an email and she puts her phone down in front of me, a box with 16 squares each with a different shade of purple. "Now pick a shade." She coos resuming scratching my thigh, but more intensely than before.

I squeeze the edge of my desk so hard that I think I might bend it.

"Umm.... umm... li... Lilac." I say through a labored breath.

"See? That wasn't so hard." She chuckles with the extra emphasis she puts on the word "hard".

The final 20 minutes of the day seem to last hours, as she doesn't stop scratching my thighs until we stand up.

"Can't wait for tomorrow," Kayla chimes as we put our jackets on.

--

The rest of the week goes just like Monday.

Kayla shows off a little bit more skin when we're in our office, finds subtle ways to wind me up and leaves my cock throbbing.

She never even says anything about my cock being in a cage, but the smirk on her face every time I let out a quiet growl or whimper tells me that she knows exactly what she's doing.

Until I walked into the office on Friday morning, I hadn't even thought about how tough causal Friday would be.

She's wearing a red round neck top, black yoga pants and flip flops.

By Friday afternoon I've gone completely insane and feel more frustrated than I have at any point in my life.

At 3:00, we're both on a call with our boss and the production manager about an ongoing project that we're finally making progress on.

When it comes to be my turn to speak I inform them of expected arrival of the parts and expected production time and Kayla takes the opportunity to scratch inside my thighs.

I somehow make it through the call without letting out any noises, but as soon as the calls ends I push her hands away.

"Please stop," I softly plead.

"I'll think about it," she softly whispers.

After allowing me a few minutes of silence, she spends the next hour telling me about all the orgasms her vibrator has given her this week.

"Now what about you?" She coos with a grin. "Have you had any remarkable orgasms this week?"

"No," I meekly reply.

"Really? Why not?" I let out a growl as she taps her nails against my cage through my pants.

She mercifully allows me a chance to collect myself and by 3:45 I'm back to working like normal.

She breaks the silence when she slides her chair back and turns to face me.

"I guess I should answer the question you've wanted to ask all day," she softly says.

I nod, my eyes widening as I turn to face her.

"Yes." She says, and I feel my eyes widen in excitement. "You can give me a foot massage." She smirks and slides her flip flop off, putting her foot on my lap.

"What?" I ask completely caught off guard.

"I saw you checking out my pretty toes earlier," she cocks an eyebrow. "Now go ahead." She wiggles her toes, painted a reddish pink.

I have no idea what she's talking about with me checking out her toes. I'm miles away from any kind of foot fetish, but at this point I'd probably do anything if it means I get to cum.

I pause for a moment before deciding that it's probably smart to do what she asks me to do.

I reach out and grab each side of her foot with a hand and firmly rub my thumbs over the sole of her foot.

After a minute or so of this, I look up at her, trying to gauge a reaction out of her.

However, she's turned her attention to her computer and is paying me no attention.

I look back down at her foot, feeling a bit of embarrassment that she's paying no attention than me.

I let out an audible whimper a few minutes later when she pulls her foot off of my lap and, without even looking at me, puts her other foot on my lap.

I let out a sigh of relief when she pulls her foot off of my lap.

"Not bad but definitely needs some improvement," she says almost to herself more than me.

"Any plans for the weekend?" She asks turning to me.

"No," I sheepishly answer. "What about you?"

*Yes actually," she chuckles. "I have something very exciting planned for tonight." She tilts her head and flashes a shit eating grin.

"What is that?" I answer, hoping her answer has something to do with my caged member.

"Swing by my house at 8 and I'll show you," she winks.

"Ok." I answer, feeling a mix of hope and relief that this is finally the night she fucks me.

"Don't be late." She holds up the end of her key. "And definitely don't be early."

--

The half hour drive to her house from my duplex seems to last 4 hours. I finally pull into her driveway and look at the clock on the screen in my car.

7:56

Her words from earlier ring in my ears like a nagging headache. "Don't be early."

I wait 4 minutes before getting out of my car.

I've never been to her house before, and the one floor house seems a bit intimidating as I climb the front porch.

I nervously knock on the door.

Nothing happens.

I knock again.

And again nothing happens.

I call her.

No answer.

I decide to try than handle, and to my surprise the door is unlocked.

I step in and lock the door, not seeing her.

I walk from her front door through her living room and dining room without seeing her.

I enter the kitchen, and see an open door at the end of the room.

I enter the room and see her lying down on her bed, ankles crossed looking at her phone.

To the left of her bed, is a desk and an open door leading to an en suite bathroom. On the right is her dresser and a TV mounted on the wall above her nightstand next to a mirror.

"Oh hi." She waves with a smile putting her phone on her nightstand as I approach her bed.

"Um... hi." I say under my breath.

"Well go on now," she says crossing her arms. "You know how this starts."

I give a puzzled expression at her.

"Strip," she says with a dramatic wave of her hand.

I strip and she turns a chair toward her bed.

"Now, have a seat." She grins mischievously and pats and she sear.

I sit and hear her fiddling with a pair of handcuffs.

She cuffs my hands behind my back, looping and the chain of the cuff through the back of the chair.

Then she grabs two bundles of black rope off of her bed and ties my ankles to the legs of the chair.

"Nice and secure." She cheerily says patting my shoulder and taking her hair tie out.

Turning with a twirl, she pulls a bullet vibrator out of her nightstand and uses the hair tie to hold it against the head of my leaking caged member.

"So drippy." She giggles as the vibrator turns on.

"Please," I whimper with a thrust of my hips.

"Quiet," she says sliding her panties off and stuffing them into my mouth.

I look in the mirror and see her behind me, pick up the remote and turn on the TV, in my eyesight on the other side of the bed.

She opens the "Chromecast" tab and then taps away at her phone.

After a minute a video turns on, clearly taken on her phone.

She's lying naked on her bed and holding a vibrator to her clit.

"I told you about my amazing orgasms, now why don't you get a good look." She kisses my cheek before going into her en suite bathroom.

She shuts the door and turns the shower on.

It feels like hours that I'm in this position.

Bound and gagged with her vibrator and the compilation of her orgasms driving me insane.

After a while, I begin trying to no sell the effect that shes having on me.

After a few minutes of sitting relatively still, the vibrator picks up intensity and I scream around her panties.

I throw my head around and begin desperately rocking my hips against the air, whimpering and screaming around the gag.

I don't even notice the door behind me open until I feel her hand on my shoulder.

She stands next to me, wrapped in only a towel with her body glistening and steaming.

I look up and down her, mouth watering around her panties as she dangles the key on her necklace between her thumb and index finger.

I hope you don't mind, I like to air dry." She chimes as she walks around the chair and sits on the side of her bed, facing me.

"Did you enjoy my video?" I nod as she uncrosses her leg but doesn't quite reveal anything. "That's good," she nods. "I really enjoyed making it... Wasn't sure if you could tell." She speaks with the most self satisfied smile imaginable.

"I guess you would like me to do something about this now huh?" She reaches out with her foot and plays with the cage.

I nod and she stands up collecting some pre cum off of the tip of my cage. She pulls her panties out of my mouth and replaces them with her fingers.

I suck her fingers clean and she removes her fingers, wiping the saliva on my chest. I look up at her, smiling down at me menacingly.

I open my mouth but words no come out, only a weak whimper.

"Something on your mind?" She sticks out her bottom lip.

I nod with thrust of my hips.

"I see," she smirks. "I suppose it would be awfully cruel of me to not help you with that."

I nod in agreement as she reaches down and mercifully pulls the bullet vibrator and hair tie off the cage.

"What would you like me to do?"

"Fuck me!" I squeal.

"Oh my," she pretends to gasp. "That is quite the idea."

"Please," I whimper.

"Maybe." She leans down and unties my ankles, then releasing my hands from the cuffs.

I stand up and she shoves me onto the bed, quickly relocking my hands in the cuffs over the headboard.

I just lie there as she ties the rope around my ankles and tying the rope to the middle of the footboard.

She drops her towel to the floor and sits on the bed next to me, lightly fingering herself and observing my squirming body.

"So you wanna get fucked?"

I nod as she lightly traces her soaked fingers around my lips.

"I can do that." She leans down and inserts her key into the padlock. "Just for you." She winks sliding the cage off, but leaving the ring in place.

After watching my cock throb for a couple of minutes, she climbs on top of me and finally lowers herself onto me.

We both moan deeply as I match my hip movements to hers.

I squirm as she cums on my throbbing cock, her pussy seeming to tighten around me.

"Cum," she softly whispers as she approaches another orgasm.

My moans crack as I cum deep inside her and she lifts herself off of me.

"Thank you." I softly whisper into her ear as she lies on top of me.

"Oh that was fuckin' awesome." She chuckles.