Patty and I met a few days later, at her house for dinner. Ben was there as well, so we had a real normal evening. I was relieved Patty and I didn't have to talk about our little kinky experiment. I did wear my chastity cage though and had the keys ready in my pocket, so I could hand them over quickly if she would ask me to. But she didn't.
The only reminder of our kinky evening was when we were in the kitchen together. She smiled at me and asked bluntly: "Did you jerk off the other night?"
I felt as if I got caught and briefly considered lying, but I didn't want to lie to her, so I just said: "Yes, I did."
I would have liked to elaborate and explain why or to apologize, but we had little time and Ben could walk in any minute, so I didn't.
"Hmmm," she said, wrinkling her nose. "We'll talk about it later."
Later that evening, just before I went home and Ben was in the bathroom for a minute, Patty quickly asked me: "Are you wearing your chastity cage?"
"Yes, I am." I somehow felt proud to be able to say yes.
"Give me the keys," she said, putting on a stern face, but with a playful twinkle in her eyes.
I had them with me, but if I gave them now and went home without them, I'd be stuck in the cage.
"What? No," I said. "I'm going home in a few minutes."
"I'll come by tomorrow evening, then you'll get them back. I promise. But please give them to me now."
"Why?"
"I want you to really think about cumming the other night when I said you weren't allowed to. Come on, it's just one night. Now hurry up and give me the keys before Ben returns from the bathroom."
My head raced. Did I want this? My mind had it's doubts, but my cock obviously wanted it, since it started growing immediately. And I had fantasized about someone holding the keys for me, so I decided I should take the opportunity and go for it.
I playfully sighed and rolled my eyes, took the keys out of my pocket and handed them to her. I held on for them for a second just as she wanted to take them and said: "Please don't make me regret this."
"I won't," she said. "I'll be at your place at 6, I promise."
That evening it felt really strange to be wearing my cage and not having the keys. I've worn my cage often enough by now, but not having the keys, and more importantly, knowing Patty had them, made a real difference. It turned me on all the time and it felt a bit scary as well. I thought about Patty a lot. I loved to see her opening up to her dominant side, finally acknowledging it apparently and I loved the constant state of arousal I had been in since I'd show her my caged penis, but it worried me as well. Had we started something of which no return would be possible?
I had a horrible nights sleep. I kept waking up with a raging hardon and the cage squeezed my cockhead while the ring pulled my balls up halfway to my erect dick, which was really uncomfortable, to say the least.
Showering with my cage on felt kinda hot. It turned me on knowing Patty has put me in this predicament and I let myself soak in that amazing, warm and submissive feeling while doing the best I could to clean my penis inside it's confinement.
During the day, while at work, I felt really sexy somehow, secretly wearing my chastity cage without anyone knowing. This was the first time ever wearing it to work, having only worn my cage twice when going outside, both times briefly while doing some groceries. My cock stayed limp most of the day, but I kept oozing precum all the time. Also, it was really hard to focus on the work I had to do. I was really looking forward to seeing Patty tonight, not just to collect my keys. I wanted her to know exactly how she made me feel, so slutty, so submissive, although I doubted I would actually tell her or if she'd even be interested at all.
I just hoped Patty would actually show up tonight. She did have a habit of changing her plans at the last moment, which normally was just a little annoying, but tonight I really wanted to see her. And I did really want my keys back. This game was hot, but I didn't know how long I could keep this up.
But she didn't cancel. She was right on time actually.
"Do you have the keys?" I asked as soon as she entered.
"Yes. You can have them back later tonight. Stop obsessing about your penis. First let's just make dinner, okay?" she said.
Knowing she didn't leave the keys at home and that she would give them back was enough to ease my mind and we made dinner together, as we often did. I loved cooking with her, we always had fun and we had the best conversations when our hands were busy. And somehow we could cook together without getting in each others way or even without talking much about it, as a meal just magically appeared while we talked. I never have cooked with someone like that, but we always seemed to be able to do it.
After dinner I made coffee and we settled on the couch.
"So, you jerked off the other night?" Patty said, casually addressing the topic.
"Yes. I was trying not too and just edge a few times before going to sleep, but I was so horny after our little... well... experiment, that I just came."
"What's edging?" she asked.
"Oh, that's when you stop stimulating just before you cum, at that moment you feel you are going to cum, but you don't."
"What? Why would you do that?" she asked. She clearly never heard of the concept.
"Because it's hot. It feels great and if you cum, most excitement will disappear immediately, so by not cumming you keep the excitement and you can do it again immediately. And again, and again."
"It just seems frustrating to me," she said, wrinkling her nose. "If Ben would stop right before I cum I'd be pissed off for sure."
I chuckled. "Maybe it's more a sub thing then. I like edging, but sometimes it's really hard to bring up the self control to stop in time and not just blow my load."
"Still, I said, no jerking off," Patty said. She tried to look stern but failing that look. She clearly found this kind of play amusing.
"I know, I'm sorry."
"You should be," she said.
"And what about you? Did you have sex that night?" I asked, moving the focus of the conversation from me to her.
"Yes, I did." She grinned. "Ben is getting a little better at it. It seems like you were right and he just needs some practice. He will have to practice quite a bit more though."
She'd told me Ben had been a virgin when they met two months ago and back then she wouldn't stop complaining about him not knowing what to do with his penis. She had been about to break up with him because of that, but I had convinced her to give it some time, and she did.
"That's good to hear," I smiled. "Did he make you cum?"
Him cumming way too quickly had been an issue as well in the beginning, often leaving her unsatisfied and frustrated.
"Yes." She blushed slightly. "Twice even."
