Life really is funny. I had the biggest crush on Emma growing up, and here she was in a town on the other side of the country, in the same dive bar as me. We were close in high school, but eventually stopped talking as we both moved out of our home state. Yet somehow we ended up in the same place once again, completely unaware until this very moment.
"Wow Phil, I can't believe it's really you! You look great." She gave a quick glance up and down, inspecting my 24 year old body. I didn't have to do the same, I had been staring her down since the moment I saw her, practically drooling where I stood. I thought she was cute in high school, but now she was absolutely stunning. She was still slim, but had filled out in just the right way. I tried to maintain eye contact as she brushed aside her short lavender dyed hair.
"I could say the same about you Emma, you look fantastic." It took all my strength to keep my eyes away from her soft cleavage jumping out of her lacy black corset. She crossed her legs, and the movement caused me to lose focus for just a moment as my eyes jumped down to her tight nylon leggings, complemented by a shiny pair of Doc Martens. By the time I resumed eye contact, she was grinning confidently.
"How about you buy me a drink for old time's sake?" She sucked down the last of her cocktail as I signaled to the bartender to bring us both another round. I sat down on the stool next to her as we began updating each other on 6 years of lost time.
"I'm just glad I already know someone down here, the last couple weeks have been so boring!" Emma was giggling like crazy as she fished off another vodka tonic. She was so mesmerizing to talk to, I had no clue just how many drinks we both finished. I followed her lead and finished up my whiskey sour. It was starting to hit me just how intoxicated I had become, but I knew if she planned to stick around I would do the same. There was something about her I just couldn't walk away from.
"Well, I think the bar is closing soon" I looked at my watch and realized she was right, it was already almost 2am. I couldn't believe how long we had been just sitting there talking. I knew I needed more, I didn't want this night to end yet.
"I live a couple blocks from here, we could keep the night going at my place!" I blurted out. It must have been obvious just how desperate I was from the way she smirked at me. I honestly didn't care what we did, so long as I got to spend some more time with her. She seemed to think about my proposition for a moment.
"Well, I probably shouldn't drive home anyways. I'd be happy to come over if it's only a short walk." She emphasized her approval by subtly nudging the inside of my leg with her boot. As I felt her rubbing against my leg, I was suddenly reminded of something I had totally forgotten in my drunken state. I was wearing my chastity cage!
I had been interested in chastity for a number of years, but had only purchased a cage for myself a few months ago. At first I would just wear it at home for a few hours before ripping it off and making myself finish, but after a while I decided it would be exciting to wear it out so I couldn't unlock myself until I got home. Tonight was, unfortunately for me, one of those nights. I had worn the cage to run errands, then went straight to the bar afterwards, leaving the keys at home out of my reach. I had no expectations of bringing a girl home with me, but it was too late to back out now. I just had to get a hold of my keys as soon as we got to my place, then I could unlock myself in the bathroom and Emma would be none the wiser.
Lucky for me, my internal panic seemed to go completely unnoticed. Emma continued smirking at me as she slowly stood up from her stool. I stood up as well, and we looked at each other for a moment before her face became serious.
"Well, time to pay our tabs so we can go," she said sternly as she held out her hand. I snapped back into reality as I began fumbling for my wallet. I pulled out my credit card and placed it in her hand. That devious smirk returned on her face as she waved down the bartender for our tabs. While she was distracted, I began planning for my escape. I knew the keys were right on my night stand, and my bathroom was attached to my bedroom, so I figured if I had her sit in the living room and went straight for the bathroom when we got home I could grab the keys without her noticing.
"Okay we're all set, you lead the way!" Snapped back into reality, I didn't even think twice as I led her out of the bar and down the road towards my house. She talked about the quaint downtown area in our little city as we walked, but I was only half aware of what she was saying. I was laser focused on getting out of my cage without her realizing anything was off.
