So there I was, cock locked up in a terrifying contraption, waiting at home, nothing to fill my time but endless fantasy. I could have just hunted the world's smallest bolt cutters, I suppose, but since there's no reason not to be honest here, I wanted more. I wanted to see what happened. I was filled with a dull aching need and had no way to relieve it.
I cleaned myself up when I got home, stashing the freshly scrubbed toy in my dresser, making a note to tuck it away in my office at some point. I was pacing back and forth, obsessively re-reading my phone. Karen and I exchanged sporadic messages as she went about her day. We were both obsessive people watcher and judgers- the latter a trait I realized I should probably abandon. Just look at me. My phone was in my hand when Jan checked in.
Janice: You'll be available in 20 minutes?
I had a choice, yes, but I didn't really have a choice. I told her I'd be available. What's worse, I went and fetched a pair of panties from where I had.. Where I had set them out to dry after washing them. I slipped into the soft pair and then slid my pants back on. She was ringing the door bell before I realized that she hadn't told me to put them on. I just assumed. I didn't want them, did I?
"Darling," she announced as she walked past me, handing me a bag to carry. I was a tiny bit taken aback by the size and weight of it. "Come on. We need to hurry! I'm on a schedule which means you are, too!" I followed along in her wake. Since both of us were readers, we had our bed, but also a large, comfortable seat. Jan walked to it and shrugged her way out of her loose summer dress. What she had on underneath was worth than nothing, black lingerie that including a pair of stockings and a garter belt. Somehow, more undressed than undressed, she grinned, clearly appreciating the effect her look had on me. Settling into the chair, she spread her legs and snapped, a mimicry of the time I had snapped at her to suck my dick while I watched a football game. It had been a joke while we dated, that sometimes one of us just needed to be serviced.
"Jan," I hesitated. "Please. Come on." Her eyes narrowed.
"She'll be home soon and you'll be back in her hands. I didn't realize I was such an unwelcome helper; maybe I should feel unwanted?" She toyed with her necklace, tugging at the small key on the chain. "Should I leave? Or do you want my help?" You already know: I went to drop to my knees without another word, but she halted me with a hand. "Naked."
I can't describe why, but somehow it was more humiliating to strip before kneeling before her thighs. Just pulling off my shirt left me feeling extra vulnerable. When I dropped my pants, she squealed in delight at my panties and the bulge of the cage under them and waved for me to stop undressing.
"Oh! Oh! You are so good after all. Come on, darling. Do your job. Hurry. Fast like a hungry bunny."
I fell to her. Something about her tone, her posture. Having gone without an orgasm during this fairly eventful day wasn't helping either. Following her order, I was direct, the teasing, nibbling, and soft breathing trimmed down to a minimum. I wasn't seducing her to an orgasm, instead I was on the job, doing exactly what she wanted. Her hand in my hair helped guide where she wanted me and she directed my speed by just ordering what she wanted. Her other hand tapped away on her phone. I realized she had reduced me to just a human vibrator. My face went a deep red when it dawned on me that it was possible she was using me while she was busy sexting someone else. I really was just a toy at that moment. She ground my face into her while she had a very brief, shuddering orgasm. My cock was painful in the cage, angry at being confined. I was amazed at how in thrall I was.
"I think you might have earned some free time, but I'm not sure I trust you yet. I'll make you a deal though. Do you want a deal?" My eyes soaked her in, the feminine control she exuded, her pinked skin from her orgasm, and I realized that even without the threat of the blackmail, I'd dance to the tune she wanted. I was swollen with need and the hunger to make her happy. I have always been strongly influenced by my desires and she knew exactly how to exploit that. I nodded my head and lowered my eyes.
"What deal?" My eyes had ended up staring at her pussy and my mouth actually salivated a little. I mean, come on. Really? My tongue just wanted to start in on her again. She had to have known that I'd agree to almost anything. Which is why, after a few moments of rustling around in her bag and a minute of me following her directions as if I were a robot, I found myself on all fours, carefully cuffed so I couldn't get away. The enormity of my situation rushed in; I was literally trapped now. She must have seen the panic in my eyes because she was instantly beside me, her hand soothing stroking my hair.
"It's okay, you can trust me. You're in the club! I'll take very good care of you." She continued to murmur reassuringly as she stroked me gently. She pulled the necklace over her head and played with the key. "I'm going to let you out. I'm also going to leave you out- for now- because you're being so well behaved. Good boys don't need to be locked up." One of her hands pulled out and swatted my ass then she began to draw a finger around the edges of the panties. "Or I guess I should say girl. I mean, look at you." Her finger slid under the fabric and teased at my balls, tracing between the cage's bars. "Actually, tell me you'll be a good member of the club and I'll let you out." I didn't hesitate, blurting out immediately that I'd be perfect. She laughed and then released me, tugging the panties down so they were stretched between my knees. "No, dear; you have to say you'll be a perfect girl!"
"I'll... I'll be a perfect girl." I said it. You would have said it too in the situation. Well, maybe you would have walked away. Maybe you would have been smart enough to not end up where I was, but I was there and I was a giant ball of need, lust, and fear. You don't know what that will do to you. She laughed. She laughed and sounded so happy. More than that, though, she undid that little lock and released my dick from the holster she had forced it into. She knelt down next to me, dangling the cage from a finger.
"Wow, look how small it is!" Her other hand began to massage me, bringing my member to life. Her fingers danced up and down, gently. Really she was just grazing me awake, making my hanging balls twitch with her delicate touches. "I was going to get a regular size, but I took a guess." I winced. I knew I was a nice sized man, but it's impossible not to respond to that sort of implication. "Not like, well." She trailed off, setting the cage aside and using both hands to milk at me. I kept growing, harder than I could remember being. It will sound paradoxical, but I was almost numb with need. Her hands felt distant while at the same time I was lost in waves of pleasure.
"Do you want to see something," she asked after some unknown amount of time passed. I'm sorry, I was physically trapped and at the extreme edge of lust. I was being teased and taunted and for some reason I was responding in an excessive fashion- I couldn't stop it. Her hands froze. "I asked a question."
"Yes, yes! I'm sorry. I want to see something." One of her hands resumed a very light teasing and I found myself slowly descending and regaining some self awareness. She thrust her phone in front of my face. It was another exchange with Karen.
Janice: Remember Derek?
Karen: How could I forget Derek? Capital D. Why?
Janice: I was doing some shopping and I found something that looked identical. Is it?
The phone vanished and Jan's hand returned, holding a weighty dildo. I'd be amazed it was less than eight inches, but it was also surprisingly thick. It was a dildo that belonged in porn, realistically rendered. Much later, I'd learn it was a mold from a real actor. At least I was right about where it belonged.
"This is what I found. Do you know about Derek?" I shook my head no. I probably didn't want to know. Even with my rod straining like it was, it felt tiny next to the toy in front of me. "I helped her fuck him once. I bet you didn't know that. Want to know why?" The phone returned.
Karen: Haha! Maybe a tiny bit too small. That memory is firmly imprinted. :P
Janice: I could see why you needed help.
Karen: Have you been drinking?
Janice: Yeah! Have you?
Karen: It's hard not to at these.
I sighed, softly. I realized that Jan had stopped stroking me, her hand cupped close under my glans while I read and re-read the exchange. Jan pulled her hand up and showed me the small puddle of precum.
