Surprisingly, Kaysie doesn't lock the cage back on me immediately after lunch and instead she cuddles with me on the couch. We watch a couple episodes of her favorite generic cop show before she says anything.
"Baby," she whispers in my ear. "I wanna talk to you about something."
"What's up?"
"I wanna ask you something but please don't panic," she says in a shaky voice.
I nod and kiss her forehead. "What is it?"
"What do you think about me... maybe being a bit more dominant?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I wanna..." her voice trails off. I cup her chin and lift her face to meet my eyes.
"What's up?" I'm a bit concerned but try to sound gentle. "You're scaring me."
"I was wondering if you'd be ok with our friend," she pauses for a moment and looks down "going in his cage for longer than what we've been doing."
"You want the cage to stay on for longer than a week?"
She nervously nods. "If you're not comfortable with it then you can say no," she takes a deep breath. "But I think it could be really fun," her eyes light up a bit "if you don't know when I'm gonna unlock you."
"That's a big change," I say quietly.
"I know honey," she softly says "you don't have to say yes if you're not comfortable, but I think it could be really fun."
Neither of us speak for a few moments as I ponder her proposal.
"How long do you want the cage to stay on?"
"Well I can't tell you that," she chuckles. "That defeats the purpose."
"Fair enough," reply.
"But I remember your limits," she softly says. "It's not staying on for a super long time. And you always have your safe word," she assures me. "You can use it anytime you need and the cage comes off, no questions asked."
"Ok," I say looking into her eyes. "Lets try this," I say.
"You sure?" she asks.
"Yeah, but can you do something for me?"
"Of course," she softly says. "What is it?"
"Would you," I giggle knowing what's on my mind. "This is gonna sound weird."
"Try me," she confidently but sweetly says.
"I've always wanted to see a sexy woman in leather pants," I say sounding more like a question than a statement.
"Sure," she giggles.
I nod and she stands up, extending an arm for me to take.
I take her hand and she leads me to our bedroom. She shuts the door and seamlessly transitions into character. "Get naked," she sweetly says.
"Yes Mistress." My answer elicits a giggle from her.
She runs a finger over my hard cock and smirks at me. "I wonder what that's for," she grips my cock firmly and strokes it. "I think he's excited to go in his cage for his sexy woman," I moan as she leans in and kisses me still stroking my cock.
"Yes Mistress he is," I groan and glide a hand over her back.
"Get on the bed," she says releasing my cock and watching it throb for a moment.
I lie down and she swiftly ties my hands to the headboard and ankles to the footboard, using the cuffs which she has attached to the four posts.
"Sorry baby," she winks "I can't risk you cheating." She reaches over to her nightstand and picks up the cage, leaving it on the bed and walking over to the bathroom.
I hear water running for a minute before she comes back to the bedroom with a rag.
She slides the ring down my cock and presses my balls through it, causing my cock to throb more. She wraps the rag of cold water and ice around my cock for a few minutes before removing it and sliding the cage up the shaft and clicking it into place.
She picks up the padlock, giving it a dramatic kiss. I let out a gentle moan as she clicks the lock in place.
After a passionate kiss, Kaysie unties my wrists and I sit up. Looking down at my cock already straining in its cage. Not knowing when it was going to be set free, I was already feeling a new level of submission.
I look next to my left, and see a smile that could kill me on Kaysie's face.
"How do you feel?" she softly asks.
"This feels so submissive," I whisper.
"Well then it's a good thing you like that feeling," she sweetly says and kisses me.
--
Surprisingly, Kaysie significantly dials back her teasing after that day. She doesn't wear her lingerie outfits around the house. She doesn't make me lick her every day. She doesn't even wear my key on her necklace like she always has. Instead, she clips it to her keychain and leaves it in her pocket most of the time. I think she's trying to make this as easy for me as possible, being that she's never denied me an orgasm for any longer than 8 days.
We spend most of the next two weeks cuddled together watching TV. Despite her restraint with teasing, there is still a significant frustration and desperation building inside me. After all, I'm still a young man who spends every night sleeping mere inches from the hottest girl I've ever seen.
After 10 days of her new challenge, I began to have dreams about her. Dreams unlike anything I had ever experienced before. In these dreams, Kaysie and I would fuck so passionately and she would moan so loud. These dreams were so intense I would usually wake up with my cock desperately straining and leaking.
After a couple of these dreams, I tell her about them. She just smiles and lightly tugs at her necklace.
--
Today, the two week mark since my caging, she has a softball game. As I watch her game, my balls begin to ache more and more as I stare at her. More than usual, I'm aware of how amazing her ass and legs look in her tight pants. It feels like she's just my crush again. Despite my best efforts to focus on the game, I can hardly think about anything except how good it would feel to cum inside her.
In the last few innings of the game, I have to walk to a small patch of trees next to the field and turn my back to the game. I really don't want to, but the game isn't close and I need to give my cock a bit of a break.
A little over an hour later, I hear her giggling as she wraps her arms tightly around me. I didn't even hear her approaching, but I turn around and kiss her deeply.
We get in her car before she says anything.
"So you didn't wanna watch my whole game?" she asks with a hint of playfulness.
"I couldn't. I'm sorry," I softly say.
"Oooh," she says with a knowing grin. "Is our friend really starting to miss me?" she reaches over and runs a hand inside my thigh.
"Yeah," I quietly answer. "It's aching so much."
"Well, maybe I'll help you with that soon."
"Please," I almost inaudibly whisper.
--
We eat an early dinner and she goes to our bedroom as I'm washing the dishes. When I finish the dishes I go into our room and find her standing next to our bed, wearing nothing but her bra and panties. I kiss her so passionately that she falls to her back.
"Baby please," I desperately moan. "Please let me fuck you."
She rolls me over and pins my arms down with a smirk.
"So that's what you want?" she cocks an eyebrow. "You wanna feel my tight warm pussy wrapped around your beautiful hard cock?" she moans.
"Yes yes please."
"No," she flips her hair and stands up.
"Please," I beg with a tear in my eye. "Please please ple-," she puts a finger over my lips.
"No begging," she says lying down on the bed. "But if you insist on using that tongue, I have a better use for it."
"Yes Mistress," I weakly say.
After that night, she returns to her usual intense teasing and it drives me absolutely insane.
On Sunday morning, I woke up tied to our bed and licked her to more orgasms than I could count. She gave me a "blowjob" with the cage still on after she was done with my mouth. Then, she spends the entire day wearing a set of pink lace lingerie so skimpy she'd probably be arrested for wearing it in public.
In class on Monday morning, she begins running her hand inside my thigh during our professor's lecture. My fight to stay quiet is more difficult than almost anything I've ever done. She only turns the difficulty up when she takes the key out of her pocket and runs that inside my thigh. That afternoon, she also starts wearing my key on her necklace again. In a way, I had missed seeing the constant reminder of her control. In every other way, having the constant reminder of her control drove me even crazier.
On Tuesday, she surprisingly doesn't do anything in the morning. But she has her last softball game of the season after school, and those are never easy. Her game was absolute hell for both of us. My chastity cage seems to have shrunk since the morning, and Kaysie's team lost. They got shut out and missed the playoffs because of the loss.
I don't walk away from the field this time,knowing that she would appreciate me staying there for an ugly game like this.
Oddly she doesn't seem the slightest bit upset about the loss as we drive home.
A simple "We would've gotten crushed anyway," is all she says about missing the playoffs.
