NOTE: Sun Hee is still loving and faithful in this chapter. In fact, she is quite loving here. Cruel, very cruel, but loving. I hope you enjoy. This chapter got a little long so I broke it into two parts. The second part is coming soon and is crueler still. New readers are encouraged to start from the beginning.
Chapter Four
Last night at the dance club had not gone well for us. We were supposed to have spent the night together, with me finally getting unlocked and having a chance have sex with my girlfriend Sun Hee. It was four days since she had decided to put this chastity cage around my cock, and I still hadn't been able to have sexy with my sweet little Korean girl since we first started dating. But instead of the tender and romantic night we were expecting, we ended up fighting. In a fit of anger, Sun Hee had sent me home, right in front of her friends.
I'll be honest: when I first stumbled out of that club I was feeling pretty pissed. And wounded. I couldn't believe Sun Hee did that -- not just that she sent me home like some kind of chastised little boy but that she did it right in front of all her Korean friends and her roommate Jin Sook. They were all laughing at me. My ears burned imagining what they were saying. And here I was left to walk home in the dark while they all got to stay at the dance club having fun.
I felt so humiliated. So emasculated. But my cock was also throbbing in its cage the whole walk home. It was confusing. I kept telling myself I was so turned on only because I had been promised release tonight and that it was just the lingering arousal from expecting to be alone with my girlfriend tonight.
I kept telling myself that because the other possibility was just too confusing and new to fully admit to myself: that I was so turned on not despite the way Sun Hee had embarrassed me in front of all her friends and sent me home, but because of it.
She was being unfair, I told myself. I'm ashamed to say I even called her a bitch as I muttered to myself on the way home. Sure, I should have defended her when Jin Sook started making snide comments, but what did Sun Hee really expect me to say? And it was true that she was dancing pretty freely out there on the dance floor with other guys. Except, well, I had encouraged her to cut loose and have fun. Was Sun Hee really the one who was being unfair? I had to ask myself that question honestly, and I didn't like the answer I came to.
It was a long struggle through a largely sleepless night trying to come to terms with my own feelings. It was true I was sending her mixed signals. I had promised not to masturbate for her but then spilled. I had encouraged her to dance and flirt last night but then acted jealous. I had asked her to be cruel when she locked this cage onto me, but then I kept acting as though it was up to me when I was "owed" release.
Deep down, I knew -- I knew, even though I struggled to admit it -- that Sun Hee's humiliation excited me. I liked her taking control over me and being so cruel. It just... confused me that I liked it. It almost felt as though she was coaxing me into feeling this way, and maybe I liked that too.
Either way, the one thing I knew without any doubt was that I loved Sun Hee. Petite at 5'4'', and unusually busty for a Korean girl, Sun Hee was genuinely beautiful despite her shyness. Her big, dark eyes looked up at you with such eagerness from beneath her dark bangs, and the subtle differences of her foreignness made her intriguing to get to know. And it wasn't just that she was so incredibly sexy. Sun Hee was really intelligent, too, and sweet. I felt so connected to her, and we could talk about anything. There was an openness and eagerness there that I had never experienced before.
She was the best thing that ever happened to me.
That simple certainly is what had me awake at 8am searching for a nearby florist. When I came by the dorm room she shared with Jin Sook, I listened at the door and heard only dead silence. Either they were fast asleep or not there. Not wanting to disturb Sun Hee, I left the flowers at the door along with a note apologizing and begging her to call.
It was a long wait. Not least of which my balls ached with a sexual need I had never felt before, and a need that cared nothing about my current state of emotional vulnerability. I needed sex.
10 am turned slowly into 10:15. Then 10:40. It was a struggle not to keep checking the time, and harder still to resist pestering her with more calls and texts. I tried, and failed, to study. Lunch came and went. I even napped a little somehow.
Finally, after two o'clock, she finally texted: "Come over."
That was all she said, but it was enough! So eager was I to see my darling Sun Hee again that I practically ran across the campus to her dorm, arriving with panting breath and an ache in my heart. In truth I had all but forgotten the endless need in my balls for once, overwhelmed instead by the simple happiness of getting to see her again. My only worry, as I stood in the hallway at her door to collect breath, was whether she would be as happy to see me.
The Sun Hee who answered the door was subdued, but not unhappy. When her cute little face poked between the narrow opening of the door it was like a warmth returned to my body that I hadn't fully realized was missing. It just felt good to see her.
She peered up at me through her big, wet eyes looking a bit timid and vulnerable herself. I ached to see even this hint of sadness in her face and felt terrible for having caused it. After our fight the night before maybe neither of us were sure where things stood.
Then, as Sun Hee pulled the door wider, there was an endearing urgency with which she threw herself into my arms. I swept her up, and we hugged each other tight. A part of me in the back of my mind, the always horny part, was aware of her full breasts pressed flat against me and the curve of her deliciously slender waist in my arms, so feminine and so nubile, but another, tender part of me simply basked in her warmth and smell: the floral scent of her hair and the sweet musk I had come to associate with her petite little Korean self.
"I'm sorry," I breathed, and I was. Whatever else had happened Friday night I had let her down.
"I know, baby," Sun Hee whispered back, holding me tighter. "I'm sorry, too." She leaned up to kiss me tentatively on the mouth. Her lips felt so soft, so wet. I was hungry for a deeper kiss, but alas she had already turned away.
As she led me back into her tiny bedroom, it seemed like maybe everything was ok again. Letting my imagination run away with me, I visualized stumbling into her room and pushing her urgently onto her bed. We would be kissing urgently, her legs would spread for me, and that stubborn cage between my legs would simply fall away as I plunged wetly and hungrily into her open pussy.
Almost, I believed that might happen. I mean, I knew we had a lot to talk about and work through with our feelings, yet the possibility seemed so real and so appealing. But even as the door clicked shut behind us, Sun Hee interrupted my reverie.
She pulled away deliberately, letting go my hand, and walked over toward her desk against the wall, leaving me adrift in the center of her room. "Undress," she said without hesitation.
Sun Hee's outfit was oddly formal today, especially for a Saturday afternoon. She wore a white button-up blouse, the kind a successful professional woman might wear to the office, and a navy blue jumpsuit skirt. The straps of the jumpsuit looked almost like suspenders, pressing against the sides of her impressive breasts and thus making them stand out even more. The blue skirt had a sharp and precise cut, making her look both severe and more mature. Her long black hair was styled up in a tight bun, and her familiar cat's eye make-up looked even darker and more dramatic than usual. The outfit suited her and gave her an aura of authority and distinction.
"Undress," she said again. This time she looked straight at me, her dark eyes holding my own. She folded her arms underneath her breasts and waited.
"I won't say it again."
Confused yet chastened by her reserved demeanor, I wasn't sure how to react. Was she mad? Was she wanting sex? Was this part of my punishment? She leaned casually against the edge of her desk, but her posture seemed almost rigid.
Feeling a need to obey, even though I wasn't sure what was happening, my hand went to the buttons at my collar but then pulled away again. It felt so awkward stripping in front of her, and I wasn't sure I wanted to do it. Sun Hee just kept staring. And, hesitant as I was, I also felt the familiar hum in my balls as I experienced the power she held over me.
I forced my hand back to my collar, and this time I started unbuttoning. My shirt fell open, and self-consciously, I pulled it down off my arms and dropped it to the floor. Then I shrugged off my tshirt, acutely aware of the way Sun Hee's eyes lingered on my bare chest. It took an act of will to force my hands to unbutton my jeans. I felt so vulnerable stripping in front of Sun Hee as she watched -- and yet, paradoxically, it also excited me.
This was a strange yet arousing experience. I had undressed for a female doctor before, and undressed in front of my mother as a child. Undressing in front of Sun Hee felt somehow like both. I kept expecting her to say something, but she remained silent, which only amplified my feeling of embarrassment.
Her demeanor seemed pleased and also vaguely amused.
"I feel like being scolded or something," I said and forced a laugh, trying to lighten some of the tension.
Sun Hee pursed her lips into a thin line and responded in a firm and deliberate voice. "Maybe because you are."
Her words sent a thrill down my spine. My jeans dropped to the floor alongside my other clothes.
"On the chair. Neatly." Sun Hee's voice was stern and clipped.
Feeling embarrassed that I had left my clothes a mess on her neatly ordered floor, I hurriedly scooped them up and worked to carefully fold them as she had instructed.
Standing in front of her wearing nothing but my briefs felt intensely vulnerable. I looked at her questioningly, wondering if the briefs, too, had to come off.
"All of it," she answered the unspoken question. She crossed and uncrossed her legs in a way that suggested both patience and impatience at the same time.
