I close the door as I return home from a long day of work. I take the dog out so he can relieve himself when I notice that Mary's black Honda is parked off to the side of my backyard.
Mary and I met in our freshman year of college. Like most guys at our university, I was drawn to her from the first time I saw her. She was, and remains, a total smokeshow with a magazine worthy smile. She was one of the basketball team captains and also a part of the volleyball and gymnastics teams. I started working out the day after I first saw her and haven't dropped that habit ever since. We didn't officially meet until around Halloween that year when she approached me to help her study for an upcoming test.
Here we are, still friends 8 years later. She's now an operations manager at a manufacturing plant, and I've started my own business which as of three years ago is my full time job.
"Mary?" I call out as the dog comes back in the house.
"Come here," she calls back from upstairs.
I lock the dog in his crate and begin to venture upstairs. "Are you in my room?" I ask confusedly.
At the top of the stairs, I turn right to see her in the corner of my room facing away from the door. It's unmistakably her, based on her dark blonde hair. A few months back, after an agreement to remain platonic, she and I began sleeping together since we're both single and needed to release some sexual energy. I've even thought about opening up to her about some of my fantasies.
I enter my room, my eyes running up her leather clad legs and ass. She's found out that I like the way the leather hugs and reflects light off her legs and she is quite a tease. So it's not a huge surprise that she chose those for an unplanned visit, especially given what she probably has on her mind.
"You need something?" I ask sitting on my bed.
"Yeah," she smirks turning to face me. My heart drops when I see her holding up a box. "This box is for a chastity cage," she grins reaching into her purse. "Now, I've found these," she dangles the three small keys between her pastel purple nails. "But now I just can't help but wonder where the cage is," she says kneeling in front of me.
"Seems like you already know," I nervously say.
"Answer the question," she seductively kisses the crotch of my jeans.
"You already know the answer," I shudder.
"Well, I think I do. But I hope I'm wrong."
"Why?"
"Well I was hoping I could give you a nice, sloppy blowjob," she makes a mock choking sound. "But if the cage is on your dick, then it might pose a problem." She dangles the keys again.
"You know it can come off," I say reaching for the keys.
"Nuh uh," she says pulling them out of my reach and running her hand inside my thigh with a giggle. "I'm pretty sure part of the fantasy is that the woman decides that."
"Please don't tease me," I weakly say feeling my cock straining in its cage.
"No promises," she says standing up and undoing the top two buttons of her silk royal blue blouse. "I'm honestly impressed you got a chastity cage on," she pulls up her black leather pants. "If what I think happened is what actually happened," she says more as a tease than an inquiry.
"Please give me the keys," I desperately plead.
"Answer my question," she says flipping her hair to one side "and I'll think about it."
"Yes you're right," I can't help but stare at her long legs. "I'm wearing the cage."
"Very good," she says running a hand through my hair. "Can I see it?" She grips my chin and turns my head up until our eyes meet.
Her gray eyes are so mesmerizing. I don't think anyone, much less an aroused guy, can look into them and refuse what she wants.
I undo my belt and slide my jeans and underwear down to my ankles, exposing the short metal cage.
"Wow," she giggles reaching out and lightly brushing a finger over it. "This cage is fucking tiny," she bites her lip. "Especially when compared to your hard dick."
We both know she's right. This cage is less than half of the length of my erect cock.
"I think I'll keep these for a bit," she says standing up and sliding the keys back into her purse.
"Wait," I say grabbing her wrist. "Please don't."
"Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't want me to walk out of here with these keys," she firmly says.
I look her in the eyes but I just can't get the words out. Every sound that escapes my lips is like a desperate whimper. I feel so helpless in this moment.
"You should see the look on your face right now," she giggles giving me a kiss on the cheek.
"Wh.... are... ple...," I can't even put words together as she holds me so close. I've known this woman for a third of my life. I've slept with this woman several times and I've never been more tongue-tied than I am right now.
"Spit it out boy." She laughs at our long running inside joke, which is now more applicable than most times we've said it.
"Are you actually gonna keep those?" I nervously ask. For the first time in years, I'm unable to make eye contact with her.
"I think you want me to," she says gently caressing my cheek. "But if you don't then just say it," her eyes soften as I finally manage to make eye contact. "You know I'm not gonna judge you, just tell me what you want."
"I... umm," she reassuringly massages my arm. "I... have to be... so in charge... in my life...," I begin to shake as she just holds me firmly. "I... I want someone else... to... ta... take charge for once."
"Alright," she softly says. "Then I'll keep them," she gives me a kiss and turns before I stop her.
"Wait," she turns back to me with a raised eyebrow. "When are we gonna see each other again?" My question brings a smile to her face. She looks at the keys in her hand and then the locked cage.
"Why don't you swing by my place on Friday," she winks and turns away.
I watch her walk away, staring at her ass and legs in her leather pants.
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I'm tossing and turning the whole night after she leaves. I'm in a haze of lust, excitement, arousal and a bit of fear. The next morning I wake up, having barely made it through my first time sleeping caged, with my cock desperately struggling in the cage.
My company writes about and makes videos discussing the newest sports stories. I'll tell you what, being on camera every morning is rough on every front. I constantly have to adjust my position to avoid the cage rubbing uncomfortably against my leg, but also don't want to make it obvious to anyone walking by that something is different today than most days. I also have to be careful to not have the cage make contact with anything that would make a noise.
