We barely knew each other. Except for a mutual friendgroup, the same age and loosely shared interests there was nothing between me and you. Yet I was hopelessly in love. To be concrete, I must admit that my obsession went so far as to commit to something slightly immoral. But at the time I finally went through with my questionable plan, morality was of the littlest concern. In a way, it is beautiful how lustful desires always seem to conquer our sense of what is right and what is not. This holds true for us both, don't you think, dear?
I knew you were a sadist long before everything even started. Maybe nothing would have happened, hadn't I coincidentally witnessed your aroused eyes and your devilish grin hugging a boy you just rejected. Amazed, I stared at the way you sensually pressed your feminine body against his, flaunting at him what he could not have. While you savored his irritated sounds of excitement and suppressed tears, your introverted schoolmate (me) that was watching in awe caught your eye, but still the telling expression on your beautiful face would not dissappear. Getting caught even seemed to excite you furthermore and suddenly an indescribable feeling spread in my body. I still cannot tell wheter it is poison or the sweetest honey. But what I can tell is that on that very day this cold-hearted girl, which every guy in school wanted to fuck, seduced me eternally.
Precisely two years I spent my days passively. Chronically ogling her from the last row, listening to her conversations, screenshotting her every story on instagram and fantasizing about her at night. What made those shameful things I did to her in my dreams even hotter was the thought of the disgusted face she would obviously make if she found out about it somehow. It always used to push me over the edge. Still would today under any other circumstance...
Eventually things began to change. The initial cause for said development, I suppose, was me getting into fetish. Naturally I sometime became curious about why her disgusted face gave me such pleasure, which is how I discovered Femdom. Now various readings on various websites had often occupied my time and quickly old dreams of old her were bathed in a new light. And oh was I immersed in my obsession. So much I ultimately could not satiate my hunger through mere fantasy anymore. Utterly starved I crawled through the deserts of me, hoping to find that oasis, escaping from approaching death. In other words, I was desperately and painfully touch-starved.
And then I found it: A scheme designed to save me from my suffering.
The plan was quite the opposite of what you might know as a plan, as they normally aim to achieve some goal, by allowing the planer to control the outcome of events prospectively. In my case however the very objective was to initiate a situation which immediately deprives me of all the control over my own plan. In a way it's like playing with Dominos, just much more dangerous, because every piece toppling down was nothing else than my own fate.
Firstly, I had to earn a shit ton of money, which led me to the first part-time job of my life. For two months the smell of McDonald's followed me relentlessly and I hated it, which is why I did not hesitate to quit after having earned enough money for step two. Secondly, I had a bit of shopping to do. The hard earned money was gone in an instant, as I ordered a chastity cage to a local pick-up station. Ridicilous, I always thought, how a bit of metal can end up linking the fate of two strangers. While I do not want to spoil the insanity that is my plan, I will allow myself to tell you that the cage is at the very heart of it. The main concern I had when it came to choosing a specific model was the impossibility of removing it without the key. For hours I've read every discussion on the official chastity subreddit about how escape-proof various models are, which led me to the one embracing my touch-starved cock at this current moment. Although I have made a lot of thoughtless and bad decisions, one cannot deny my ability to do a proper research.
Time passed and all the contents of the small package made of cardboard lay spread out across my white bed sheets. I had not been tricked. Everything looked and felt expensive. Beautiful it was too in a way and I admired for a second. Next, I opened her profile on social media in multiple browser tabs. Too much time spent on finding my favorite pictures. Tonight was showtime, I could not afford to miss this golden opportunity. As the lapse of time rapidly marched onward, I gently thought about forming my words to you. Then my pair of black scissors carefully cut out all the letters needed from a local newspaper report. A girl had apparently gone missing last night. I already forgot about that once I started rearranging her stripped characters with glue on a small, black-colored note. The movements of my shaky hands were authentic and natural. Whenever slight doubt arose within, a quick glance at the bright monitor choked it off. Wait, let me rephrase that: She did not allow any hesitation. Time didn't either and so I returned to the edge of my bed. While I undressed, her stern eyes supervised me. While I pulled my genitals through the base ring and connected it with it's correspondent metal tube, her hands guided me invisibly. And while I inserted the key in the padlock to which "Vivienne's Property" was engraved on, she smiled encouragingly. Then I turned it and pulled it out.
Steely coldness holistically surrounded my imprisoned dick, which felt surprisingly good. The cage was really small sized too, which enhanced the feeling even further. Small sized, because I myself am also rather on the smaller side. When soft my dick filled almost the entirity of its cell. The benefit of wearing a tiny cage was that it could not be seen from the outside. Online I've read about guys complaining about the visibility of their cages due to some sort of bulge on their pants. Being locked was now my little secret. A secret between me and her.
A quick glance at the clock and I continued with the necessary preparations immediately. How I wished to just sit down for a minute and scroll through her pictures. Anyway, I grabbed the two keys, put one in my pocket and the other one on the note I've just written. Having safely secured it with scotch tape, I slid the black note inside a white envelope and closed it. On top I wrote "*To Vivi ❤️*" in an alienated handwriting. For once does this convey my feelings towards her, but what excited me even greater was the possibility she might mistake my key for a love letter (It kinda is one in a broader sense) and thus throws it away without even having looked at it. She most likely receives a love letter every week that some hopelessly lovestruck loser secretly slid in her locker. I could not imagine her reading even a single one of them, despite of when she and her friends need something to laugh about. Danger felt exciting, which is very unusual for me.
A few minutes later I was already cycling towards the setting sun. The wind gently touching my back, pushed me forward, sending me into my doom. On the broad bridge I always passed on my way to college, I stopped. Quickly I leaned my bike against the railing and glanced down. About 5 meters beneath my feet the hectic waters streamed down the local river. As I put my hand slowly into my pocket, I saw a lonely tree branch floating down. With a strong determination (also unusual for me) I took the spare key and dropped it into the depths of the moving water. This was absolutely necessary for the plan to work.
Just as I heard the faint blop sound of my spare key and wanted to turn around, three consecutive honks almost startled me to death. I swung around and most likely looked like a scared rabbit to the four of them. First I only saw two friends of mine sitting in the front seats of an old black car: Jack and Adrian. The car was really small and belonged to Adrian's mother, which is also why he was the one driving. Did they see what I was doing? Jack energetically rolled down the window.
"Come on, get in the car, Louis!"
I quickly locked my bike to the bridge, being quite glad they picked me up, since the party house was still quite far away. Logically the front seats were taken so I went for the back door. But just as my hand reached for the door knob I saw her icy blue eyes looking up at me. I remember feeling like being shot to the moon or maybe even further into the universe. In just this one second in which we held eye contact, I felt as if she already made me her slave. She looked at me as if I was an insect not worthy of meeting her beautiful gaze. Then I heard her muffled voice through the front door.
"There isn't any room left for him in the car."
The four-wheeler really was a relic of ancient times, it was unbelievably cramped. This was when I raised my head again and realized that her best friend Emma sat on the seat next to her. I asked myself why they were driving to the party together with my friends.
"Oh that's not a problem, you can just sit on his lap. A bit of physical contact will bring the prude on the right track!"
Bastard. While Adrain began to laugh hysterically at Jack's dumb joke, I wanted to sink into the ground and disappear. Normally I didn't mind their jokes about me being still a virgin at the age of 19, but in front of her, I couldn't bear them. But still, like the epitome of virginity I glimpsed at my crush with hopeful eyes. Maybe she pitied them, because only seconds later we switched places. Now I was the one sitting in the backseat and she stood outside. The leather was still palpably warm and I started getting aroused. She has a really nice ass. Next to me Emma was stiffling a laughter. If I remember correctly, and my memory of that drive is as unreliable as it gets, she was giggling pretty much the whole time.
Utterly turned on I waited for her so desperately to finally get in the car, but she took so long. At least 3 minutes she spent outside listening to a voice message of an unknown female speaker. While she didn't even look in my direction, I constantly stole quick glances of her. Vivi stood about 5'7 tall in her white sneakers. Frequent gym visits really payed off for her, resulting in a slim fit figure, muscular thighs and toned abs. Her deadly short blue hotpants put her tanned legs to display drawing the eyes upward automatically to her heart-shaped big butt. The Jeans shorts were such a low-waist fit, you could see the straps of her light pink bikini hugging her hips tightly. Two cute perfectly-tied bows at each side of her curvy lower body. I was also heavily obsessed with her shiny bellybutton piercing. How beautiful it will look, when she'll be just in her bikini later at the party. On that day she was wearing a white tube top, which again revealed but a fair amount of pink and showed off her bare shoulders. How I loved her shoulders.. Sadly her long blonde hair hung loose that day, so her sexy upper-chest region was slightly covered. But she always had that mannerism of throwing her hair back with her feminine hands, revealing that tenderness which needs to be kissed so bad, first and foremost her slim neck. Oh god, I wanna go down on her so bad. Her pleasured eyes begging for my touch, her full lips slightly parted, red and inviting. Her softly arched eyebrows, her small nose or the long dark lashes protecting her diamond eyes are just a few of her perfectly formed facial features. Then there were also her bare strong, yet womanly arms disemboguing in her heavenly hands. Slender in their form and smooth in their texture. They were hands of leisure and of being pampered. In that regard they were demanding and sometimes even cruel. At that time she had perfectly manicured dark red nails, which were fascinatingly shiny. They were also a bit longer and pointed, making her enticingly threatining.
Here I drifted off, started dreaming of lapdances she gave me in diverse outfits and of trying out sex positions in the car. She rode me so damn good. Up and down, up and down. Soon the extreme pleasure was mixed with frustrating pain never felt before. The metal bars prevented me from getting an erection. This apruptly catapulted me out of my lewd dreamworld into the reality in which my crush will sit on my lap and feel something hard poking into her. Logically I was overcome by panic. She will assume I got hard from her ass! Or maybe she does know how an actual boner feels like and thus could tell the difference between the usual hardness and mine. What would happen then?
Before I could act upon my new realization, I felt weight pressing down on my legs and groin area. The girl I've had an obsessive crush on all these years was sitting on my lap. In my indescribably ecstatic state I thought I was done for. In just a second she will recognize that something is hard down there, then she will immediately get out of the car, slap me, say im disgusting and there vanishes my hope of ever being more to her than a passive admirer. The whole plan would have been for naught. I would just unlock me at home and pathetically hump my own hand while looking at her pictures and dreaming about the two seconds when her butt touched my locked dick for a few seconds. But strangely, none of that happened. Did she not realize? Or did she just not care? Am I that far beneath her? I constantly felt the presence of Jacks jealousy, his sporadic turning around, his envious eyes. I don't think that is what he wanted to result from his stupid joke, but I didn't care. For the most part I was absorbed in her honey blonde hair tickling my face and the faint scent of vanilla shampoo. My freshly-showered Vivienne. Additionally there was another feminine smell lingering in the air: A musky flavored perfume which nonchalantly drifted from her tanned skin to my nostrils, invading them before taking over every fiber of my being. Wouldn't there have been that damned cage I already regret putting on, I would have been harder than ever before.
I heard Adrians voice faintly speaking to me, asking what it was that I was doing just before they picked me up.
"Saw you throwing something in the river."
"Just a copper coin, grandma always said it's good luck."
Emma giggled: "What ya need that for? Tryna get lucky tonight?"
Embarassed I looked out the window. She came closer.
"I bet there will be a lot of hot babes in bikinis just waiting for you."
Emma sure had a sweet laugh.
"It is a pool party after all! Right Vivi? I'm sure your cute little seat will lose his cherry tonight."
"Uh-huh."
Her friend agreed apathetically, while the rythm of her fast thumbs texting somebody remained unbroken. I'm pretty sure she didn't even listen. Just when I was about to accept her ignorance towards me, she started shuffling around. Her movements were too much to merely be caused by the bumpy road and to little to be noticed by the others. It was our little secret, which I could not keep, because the sexual tension within me expressed itself through a quiet moan. Surpressed laughter from my left.
Suddenly Vivi turned her head around to me, came closer and closer until her warm breath caressed my ear. Throughout the motion of her upper body, the rest of her voluptous frame moved along, forcing me to gasp in arousal.
