It had been almost two weeks since I got to visit Pie for more than a few minutes. She did have a name, of course, but it wasn't one she liked hearing. Ever since she started her new, stressful job, the sound of her name was enough to raise her pulse. I'd slipped up and called her Pie instead of Cutie-pie the last time we had sexytimes, and the name just stuck.
I rang the bell at her house. My little friend tingled inside its chastity cage. I held my breath, trying to keep it from getting too hard, else I'd be in a world of hurt again every time it strained against the metal bars. It was especially bad when Pie would text me, telling me about how much she missed me and how she'd get herself off to thoughts of me, sending me a picture of her kissing the key after the deed was done.
The door creaked open. I stifled a gasp. Out hopped Pie, her bright eyes curling up in a smile. She twirled a strand of her brown hair around her pointer finger.
"Hi, Puppy! I missed you. Come here!" She leaned over, puckering her lips.
I closed my eyes, preparing for her kiss. Her lips touched the corner of my mouth ever so slightly. With a giggle, she unraveled the hair from her finger, planting it on my mouth.
"Shh. Good things come to those who wait, right, Puppy? You've waited enough, right? Come on in."
We walked inside. I took my socks and shoes off by the door, while she gestured towards her bedroom. A few plushies were scattered on top of her bed, mixed with a pile of papers from work. She pressed her face into her hands, rubbing hard. With a shake of her head, she grunted, throwing all the papers aside.
"God. So annoying," said Pie, beckoning me over.
She wrapped an arm around my neck and pulled me close, planting a kiss on my lips. That one second was heaven. Tingling shot from my mouth, surging through my entire body. My cock started growing. I yelped as it strained against its cage. I threw my hips back reflexively.
"Oh. Sorry," she said, giving my crotch a gentle pat. She smirked, then sat on the bed, patting the spot next to her. "It's been a crazy week, Puppy. So my boss called this morning, telling me that she would..."
She then went on to rant about her week. I wasn't any stranger to listening to these stories, but it was especially hard to listen today. Her hand would creep along my thigh, sliding up and down as she talked. Her hand then changed into that walking man motion, "walking" up and tickling my balls through my pants for a few seconds before tracing away.
I strained. The cage reminded me it was there every second. I clenched my fists and teeth. God, I wanted out. I wanted her so bad. Finally, I let out a groan. Pie responded by leaning over, nibbling on my ear.
"You can't listen anymore, can you?" she whispered. She stuck her tongue into my ear, catching me off guard. I shivered. My hands glided to my dick instinctively, hoping to massage it for some kind of relief - a relief the cage wasn't letting me have. "You want some action? Now?"
I nodded, squeezing my eyes shut.
"Okay, Puppy. But before I take care of you..." She took her clothes off, jumping into bed. Hugging a stuffed octopus, she tilted her head to the side, winking at me. "Can you help me first?"
"Help... you?" I said.
I looked down between her legs. Pie blushed. "You know what I mean, Puppy. It's been a while."
"Ah. Yes. Of course, Pie," I said. With that, I went down on her. Her teasing seemed to turn her on just as much as it did me. There was plenty of fluid to lick up alongside pleasuring her. She writhed and moaned, trembling. As I continued, she grapped my hair, tugging at it.
"Hngh!" said Pie, arching her back and clawing into my skin. "Thank... you, Puppy. Thank you so much," she choked out, wheezing.
"Of course, love. I love seeing you happy," I said, smiling as I wiped my lips clean. I could do this shit every day if she wasn't so damn busy.
"Mhm. Now turn around, Puppy," she said. "I know you've been aching for some fun yourself."
I did as she asked. "Have I ever." She grabbed the back of my shirt, gently sliding it off. She did the same with my pants. Click. "Ah. Sorry. Your button's a little tight."
"I can help-"
She swatted my hand away. "No. I got it, Puppy. Just relax," she said, eventually unbuttoning it and slipping my pants off, too. "But before anything else. Do lie down, will you?"
I did as she asked.
"Close your eyes."
"Okay."
A moment later, leather wrapped around my left wrist. A buckle snapped into place. The cuff tugged, yanking my hand towards the top corner of Pie's bed. The same happened on my right wrist, leaving both my hands bound with me in a Y-shape.
"Pie-"
She kissed me, interrupting me. A finger traced down my cheek, resting itself on my lips. "Shh. This is what I want for you today, Puppy. Is that okay with you?"
I gulped. My cock strained against its cage again. "Yes."
"Really? You wouldn't rather take me for yourself?"
"Whatever makes you happy, Pie," I said, biting my lips.
"Perfect!" Her hands slid down my torso, making me shiver. Two of her fingers hooked around my underwear, sliding it off. Dainty hands carried my ankles to the bed corners as well, where they were promptly strapped down just the same. "Can you get out?"
I struggled a little, but they were tight. Loose enough not to give me cramps, but the most I could do was get my limbs an inch or two closer. Nothing else.
"Great. You can open your eyes now."
In front of my face was Pie, grinning. She kissed my forehead, then my nose, brushing the rest of my face with her lips. She hovered over my lips, puckering. I did so too, lifting my head up a little. She moved back, just narrowly avoiding my lips.
"Tut-tut. No, Puppy. Let's not rush," said Pie, tracing two fingers down my sides. She gave my balls a little brush, stroking the cage. "Mm, I miss this," she said, taking the cage into her mouth.
"Pie..." I said.
She then looked back up at me, tilting her head with such an innocent, confused expression. "Hm?"
"The cage."
She giggled, then narrowed her eyes, smirking. Clasping her hands together, she rested her chin on top of it. "Why? What's wrong?"
"It's still-"
