My Best Friend Is a Domme

Going back to work sucked. I've had so many different and sometimes emotional experiences last weekend that I really could have used more sleep, so I was really tired. The weather had changed and it was dark and gloomy outside on this Monday morning, empathizing my reluctance to go back to work. And worst of all, I was insanely horny. Every time I thought of Patty, or any of the people we'd met the days before for that matter, my cock woke up instantly and even if it didn't, I could feel the my whole abdomen yearning for attention. I normally didn't really mind feeling horny, but today it bothered me. It came to the point that just looking a girl made me wonder how she'd look hanging upside down, suspended by her ankles, or tied up with a ball gag in her mouth.

And what made it even worse was that I didn't hear anything from Patty. My thoughts were with her all the time, but I didn't want to contact her. She needed her space. I knew that, understood that and respected that. But it was really hard not to just pick up my phone and text her.

So, the day crawled by agonizingly slow. I couldn't concentrate on my work and my cock battled my chastity cage at least three times every hour. I would even have jerked off in the restrooms to get rid of the horniness, were it not for my chastity cage. And still, I loved wearing the cage. And I loved that Patty wore my key around her neck.

It was around 3 in the afternoon when I got a text from Patty, asking me how I was doing. Both my heart and my cock jumped when I saw the notification of her text on the screen of my phone.

I took a coffee break to take my time to text her back. I found a spot at a table in the cafeteria in our large office building, surrounded by large potted plants.

"It's pretty tough going back to work after last weekend," I texted back. "How are you today sweet Miss Patty?"

Two girls from the sales department walked by, dressed in nice suits. I wondered what they would look like laying naked on the floor, playing with the chubby slave girl's tits. Then my phone buzzed with a reply from Patty.

"Yeah, it's pretty depressing for me too. And worse, my coworker called in sick, so I have to work late," she wrote.

My heart sank. I was hoping to hang out with her tonight, but if she had to work late, that probably wouldn't happen. Then I had an idea.

"Aw, poor you," I replied. "Want me to take care of dinner for you?"

It took a while for her to respond. I was just about to get back to my desk when she texted me.

"Would you? I'd like that, I'm tired."

"Sure. Any idea about how late you will have to work?" I replied.

"I'm definitely not staying here after 7, so I will be at your place before 8."

I let her know that would be fine and I'd see her then. And then I called one of our favorite restaurants, the one at the water side where we had been on that lovely summer day on which she wore no underwear under her dress, to book a table for two.

"What are you doing here?" Patty asked when she got out of her car on the parking of my apartment building. "Did you just come home as well?"

"No," I said, smiling at her. "I was waiting for you, I have a surprise for you."

"Oh Conrad, no funny business I hope, I'm really tired," she said.

"I know," I said as I wrapped an arm around her shoulder and lead her to my car. "I'm tired too, but I just wanted to treat you right, so I booked us a table at that place at the water side."

"Oh, I love that place," she said, smiling lovingly at me. "Okay then, but let's not make it too late, I really need to turn in early tonight."

"Just a quick dinner, I promise," I said while we got in the car.

We had a wonderful time and we stayed there a little longer than we had planned. All it took was to get some food and wine into her and then she revived like dry grass after the rain. We chatted a little about work and a lot about Sue, the farm, Eve and Rick and Britney. She said she wanted to check out Britney's school and maybe take some classes there, if she could find the time and depending on the costs. We talked about finding some time to go shopping for latex clothes for her and maybe something to wear for me on formal occasions.

During dinner I noticed her unconsciously touching the key around her necklace a few times. I loved that gesture. She would let her fingers run down the teeth of the key, feeling it's presence.

The food was excellent and after dinner we stayed for another glass of wine for her and tea for me. Then I drove her back to my place, where her car still was. I was hoping she would invite herself over to my place, or invite me to come with her, but I wasn't going to suggest it to give her all the space she needed.

She didn't invite either of us though. When we got out of the car, she hugged me, kissed my cheek and thanked me for a lovely evening. And then she got in her car and drove away.

While I watched her taillights disappear around the corner, I felt sad and a little disappointed maybe. I missed her already and all I had to look forward to was sleeping alone, horny and in chastity, and another long day at work tomorrow.

The next day turned out to be less dreadful than I thought it would be. I still was crazy horny, but my heart jumped when Patty texted me around 9:30. She apparently was less busy at work than yesterday and she was browsing for clothes online. During the day she regularly texted me links to pictures of hot Dommes and a few hot subs wearing latex, asking for my opinion. Although I thought she'd look great in just about everything, I tried to be as honest as I could.

During the afternoon some of the pictures she sent me were of male subs, mostly in latex, some in leather. I thought a lot of those clothes made the guys look like they belonged in a kinky gay bar, but there were a couple of outfits I really liked. It was fun texting with her, but all those pictures turned me on every single time. My cock was wrestling it's cage all the time. Luckily the cage kept the bulge in my pants down or I would have been visibly excited regularly. And I started to worry my coworkers noticing me leaving for every text she sent me, since I didn't want someone to peek over my shoulder while I was looking at pictures of latex clad hot people.

I really wanted to see her tonight, but I was afraid to invite her. I really didn't want to scare her off by getting clingy so I had decided not to ask her. But somewhere in the afternoon I changed my mind just long enough to send her a text asking if she wanted to hang out tonight. She said no though, saying she was still really tired and needed some piece and quiet that evening. I felt disappointed of course, but I tried to ignore that. I had to get used to being stuck in the friend zone and I comforted myself with the thought that, although she didn't want me to be her boyfriend, she still was in love with me.

I tried to accept it as it was, but that day it was really hard for me to be in love with my best friend, who is also my Domme.

Luckily the next day, on Wednesday, Patty texted me around lunch time, asking me if I wanted to cook together that evening. It wasn't even a question to me of course, so I immediately accepted.

It was just like the old days. We did groceries together. It was good to see each other again, for both of us. Patty even was a little flirty while we shopped, touching my arm every now and then and giving me looks. We had a lot of fun about some eggplants and the things some people might do with those. It was childish fun and it made me feel like we were teenagers, discovering all the exciting things sex had to offer.

We cooked dinner together at her place and it just went like it always went. We chatted and our dinner magically appeared from our working hands. I loved cooking with her. And I loved her, but I didn't make a move at all. I just enjoyed us being us. We didn't kiss or cuddle and aside from some very loving looks and smiles from the both of us, it was just like old times.

"So, do you want to go to the farm next Friday?" Patty asked when we finished dinner. We were still sitting at the table.

"Yes, I'd love to," I said, smiling at her. She was playing with the key around her neck again.

"Maybe I could take the day off," Patty said. "Could you maybe? I'd love to get there early and maybe help Eve and Rick out preparing things."

"I think so. My boss has been pressuring me in taking time off, since I have a lot of days spared up and work isn't really that busy currently."

She smiled at me. "Let's see if we can make it work. Hang on, I'll text Sue to see if it's okay if we arrive early on Friday."

She did and Sue replied pretty quickly it was okay. Then we both emailed our bosses, asking for the day off, hoping they would both agree.

When Patty put down her phone, she sighed and looked at me, dreamily. "It's so good to hang out with you again, as friends, you know? Cooking together, just having fun."

"Yeah, I think so too," I said, smiling. I was thinking about making a move. I wanted to kiss her so badly, or tell her how much I loved her. But I didn't. She needed to be in control.

We cleared the table and cleaned the kitchen together. When we were done, she wrapped her arms around my neck and looked at me, her hazelnut brown eyes twinkling. I hoped she would kiss me, but she didn't.

"You know what sweet perv, I think it's time for your cageless shower," she said.

I grinned at her. And my cock woke up, as it had been doing all the time for the past few days.

"Go strip," she said. "Then go to the bathroom and wait there for me."

"Yes ma'am," I said and went into the hallway to take off my clothes, as I was taught. Patty went into the bedroom.

It took me almost no time to strip to my bare cage and I went into the bathroom. Just a few seconds later Patty entered, holding some rope.

I looked at her, puzzled. This was new.

Patty stepped into the shower and took the showerhead of it's hold on the vertical rail.

"Come here perv," she said, grinning at me.

I stepped into the shower and she put her hands on my shoulders, guiding me towards the wall on which the shower's rail was mounted. Her eyes twinkled while she guided my hands up, above my head, parallel to the metal bar on the wall. Then she wrapped the rope a couple of times around my wrists. She tied a knot and tied the rest of the rope to the upper mount of the bar, making sure my hands wouldn't be able to slide down over the slick rail. She had to stand on tiptoes while tying my hands, her shirt brushing against my chest. I got hard again while she worked. I loved getting tied up and the proximity of her body was a great turn on.

When she finished, she stepped back in the large shower area so she could see me and to inspect her handywork. She grinned at me, that evil, dominant grin. God, she was so hot when she looked at me like that.

"Comfy?" she asked.

I chuckled. "Sort of," I said, grinning.

Then she just left the bathroom, leaving me standing there, unable to move. She was gone for a minute or two and when she returned she stepped into the bathroom butt naked except for the necklace holding the key to my cage. My eyes almost dropped from their sockets, seeing her naked unexpectedly. She was beautiful. Sexy.

She chuckled at my dumbstruck expression. Then she took the two steps it took in her tiny bathroom to come to the shower. Her fingers caressed the key on her neck as she slowly stepped into the shower, looking straight into my eyes. With every step she took, my cock got harder, pressing against the steel bars of it's prison.

"Hi," she said softly, smiling at me. Then she traced her fingers along my raised arms down through my armpits, along my flanks, down to my hips. I loved her touch. It gave me goosebumps over my whole body. She just looked into my eyes, seeing how they reacted to her gentle, sexy touch. "I thought we might shower together, but since you're not my boyfriend and you seem pretty horny," she said, teasingly pressing on my erect, caged cock, "I thought it would be better to make sure you won't do anything stupid."

I just swallowed, feeling incredibly turned on. Part of me was glad I couldn't move, because it would have been very difficult not to touch her, run my hands along her body, hold her, kiss her, put my cock in her. Although I desperately wanted to do all those things, I knew I would probably be just as happy being tied up like this, feeling a wonderful mix of lust, love and frustration. I loved her for making me feel this way.

She bent forward to unlock my chastity cage, her hair brushing my pubic region while she used her precious key to unlock me. As soon as she took the lock out, my cock jumped out. I was fully erect and she had to pry the cage off my sensitive, swollen head.

"Aw, poor perv, so desperately horny," she said teasingly, grinning at me, before she put the cage in the sink. She may have been teasing me, but she was right, I was desperately horny.

She grabbed hold of my cock and squeezed it briefly. Then she stroked it a couple of times, teasingly slow. It made me moan and my moan made her grin her evil grin again.

"It doesn't seem like that boner is going to come down soon," she said during her last agonizingly slow stroke. Then she slapped my cock a couple of times, making it bounce and throb and making me flinch from the sudden impacts on my hard meat.

She bent down, picked up the showerhead from the floor and pointed it at my belly. Then she reached behind me and put on the tap. As soon as the cold water hit me, I screamed like a girl and pulled my bonds, trying to get away from the stinging cold water splashing on my belly and running down my legs.

Patty just grinned at me and aimed the showerhead on the head of my cock. She adjusted the beam by turning the wheel on the showerhead, turning it into a forceful, narrow beam that would have hurt a little if the water had been warm, but with cold water it made it a torturous device.

I was hoping the water would have warmed up once the cold water from the pipes had rinsed through, but it didn't. She deliberately had put on the cold shower. Patty hosed my groin area with the hard beam of cold water. At first I screamed, then I panted, trying to turn my hips in an effort to keep my sensitive cock and balls out of reach of the beam, but she just followed my motions. There was no way I could get away from it, but it didn't stop me from trying. The icy cold water hurt. It stung like needles on my skin and I felt my cock hurt from the very tip down to the base between my legs. I could even feel it in my prostate.

Within a minute I was shivering, feeling like my whole body was chilling down. I was still unconsciously fighting the ropes around my wrists, but they wouldn't give. I kept screaming, although my screams were now more short cries of agony.

"Aw, poor perv. I'm sorry if it feels a little uncomfortable, but I need to get that ring off to clean you properly, so you need to get that cock to go down," Patty said softly, still grinning at me, watching my animalistic attempts to get away from the cold. She was loving this. I wasn't, I couldn't stand cold water and having it sprayed forcefully on my cock was pure agony to me.

Luckily her treatment worked after a little while. Where at first my cock just got harder from the pain and the whole kinky experience of it, it now started to shrink. It still felt like it was hard to me, but when Patty finally turned off the tap it was visibly smaller. She quickly unhooked the straps around my hips and pushed my cock through the ring. She had to pry the first ball through the ring since my scrotum had gotten so tight. As soon as the ring came off, both balls seemed to quickly huddle against the relative warmth of my body.

Patty put the ring in the sink and then she briefly touched my cock.

"Boy, that really feels like a cold piece of meat," she said and she chuckled. Then she put the tab back on, spraying the water against the wall next to me. She adjusted the beam to a soft beam again and regularly felt the water while adjusting the temperature.

When she aimed the beam at my belly, it felt like it was sizzling hot and I yelped again.

"Stop being a baby, it's nice and warm now," Patty said, smiling lovingly at me.

It didn't feel warm to me, it felt boiling hot. But when she aimed the beam at my chest I could feel she was right. It was just the cold skin overreacting to the lukewarm temperature.

Patty rinsed my body down, standing close to me. She used her hand to trace the water running down my skin, tracing every inch of my arms, armpits, chest, belly and hips.

"Here, hold this," she said as she pushed the showerhead into my bound hand, using it as a makeshift hold for the head. Then she put a gulp of her body wash on her hands, rubbing them together to spread it, and squatted in front of me to wash my cock and balls with two hands. I watched her, straining a little to look down. I could see her belly and the narrow landing strip leading towards her pussy between her strong thighs. She was looking at my cock while she gently massaged it in her soapy hands.

Now that it got some temperature back and my beautiful hot stepsister friend was massaging it, it quickly got fully hard again. Patty watched closely as her hands touched the skin, tracing the length of my cock. She pulled my foreskin back and rubbed my exposed cockhead, washing it thoroughly. She briefly looked up at my face and smiled at me. Then she washed my scrotum, squeezing it, making the balls roll between her fingers. She took her time, as if she was exploring how they moved while her fingers played with them.

After a little while she got up and took the showerhead from my hand and rinsed the soap off me, using her free hand to massage my genitals some more.

"You know," she said softly while holding my hard cock in her hand, looking down at it, "you may not have the biggest cock, but I have to say I think it looks beautiful." Then she looked me right in my eyes and smiled. It was a very genuine smile, the smile of a girl in love. She warmed my heart with her statement and that smile. If I hadn't been in love with her before, I would have fallen in love at that very instant.

"Really?" I said.

She nodded, smiling at my facial expression. "Yeah, it's pretty straight and I love the shape of your cockhead. I think most cocks aren't really nice to look at, but I don't mind looking at yours. It looks nice. And it's my perv's cock, making it even better."

I swallowed, letting that sink in.

Before I could say anything, she put the showerhead in my hand again, this time in a different angle so the water was aimed at her chest. She used a little body wash and soaped herself in. She didn't really look at me, but she did make soaping herself up into a show, moving slowly, knowing I was watching her every move. I watched as her slippery hands caressed the smooth skin of her boobs, making her hard nipples stand out. She washed her belly, putting a finger in her belly button for a second. She lifted a leg and slowly washed her thigh. I could see the outline of her strong muscles, a feature of her legs I always found very, very sexy. She washed her calf and then, very slowly, she washed her other leg. She turned around, pushed her butt backward and let me watch her wash those magnificent ass cheeks. She peeked over her shoulder, grinning at me, when her fingers washed the crack of her ass. God, she was beautiful. In hindsight I wished I had complimented her body as she just complimented mine, but I was dumbstruck by the sheer beauty of the girl I had secretly been in love with for so many years making washing herself into a little private show.

She knew exactly what my opinion on her body was thought. It probably wasn't just my hard cock that gave it away, I guess she could clearly see it in my eyes.