Stephen had an awkward night in bed; he woke throughout the night with a painful pressure in his cock as the cage gripped his shaft and prevented his nightly erections. He had read on the Internet that this was possible until his body adjusted to the prison encasing his prick, and his lack of sleep was proof that it would take a few days to be comfortable in the transparent prison.
Stephen overslept his alarm, and only just got to work on time. The cage was a constant reminder of his predicament, and every time he knocked his genital jail on his desk or caught it with his hand, it reminded him of Victoria. Worse was when he had to visit the lavatory; Stephen had to sit on the toilet to urinate - something he had not done since he had been potty training.
At lunchtime he met up with Hugh, in a traditional workmen's cafe on the ring-road. Stephen nodded as his friend sat at the same table with a tray of food. The Coronation Chicken on his jacket potato smelt delightfully fragrant, and Hugh gave his friend an awkward smile. "OK," he said. "I'll tell you everything, but you have to show me you're on the level."
"Sure," Stephen replied and loaded the WhatsApp application on his phone and showed Hugh a message from Victoria. He sighed dramatically and rubbed his nose as he digested what he saw.
"She's a monster," he said. "I'd heard rumours. We all had. But she's sex on legs too, so I asked her out. We went to the cinema, and I touched her. She just played hard to get, but she slapped me and caused a ruckus. I got thrown out, and I didn't know, but in the scuffle, I'd dropped my phone. And she had access to everything. My messages, my bookmarks. Everything."
"Didn't you have security on your phone?"
"I do now! She had all my secrets, and she put a letter through my door. We met at the Maccy-D's in town. And she had printouts of stuff I didn't want anyone to see. Said I could have my phone back if I came that night to her house. She was having a girls' garden party." He gulped and took a deep breath. "They stripped me. They spanked me. They stuck a dildo up... up..."
"Up the arse?" Stephen blurted out.
"Yes, up my chuff. Bloody woman. And she made me jerk off in front of them all, and then she kicked me out of her house naked. I lived two miles away and the Police nearly picked me up. She made other demands too. She's evil. She screwed me in so many ways. So, when I say avoid her, I mean it. She's... twisted."
Stephen sighed. "Is it not like that story you sent me - The Student Dominatrix. That's about a University student who enjoys cracking the whip and..."
"No!" Hugh interrupted. "This shit is real. It isn't some fantasy I can whack off to when I have a spare five minutes. This is... degrading."
Stephen nodded. "I s'pose your fantasies aren't something you enjoyed."
"No. It was out of order."
"But you tried to touch her at the cinema," Stephen reasoned. "After she told you not to. Perhaps she was showing you the error of your ways."
"It was too intense. I went from being... touched to being sod... sod... sodomised." He gulped. "It made me feel... dirty."
"She's a woman, and she makes me feel fantastic," Stephen replied. "How did it end?"
"I don't want to talk about it," Hugh snapped. "But it went on for too long. I should have gone to the police, or her parents, or whoever. She's a predator." Stephen stared at him. "OK, I shouldn't have groped her in the cinema, but two wrongs don't make a right."
"I can handle it," Stephen replied. "She's a bit crazy, but this is the most fun I've had with a woman since Ingrid said she'd go down on me when we cut through the golf course. Victoria makes me feel alive. And I have this mix of fear and excitement about our meetings. I'm seeing her after work."
"Don't go. Drop her now. She's not girlfriend material. She's 'crazed psycho, I need a restraining order' material. Abandon ship, mate. Run, don't fucking walk, fucking run like the fucking clappers. Get away from her like she is a ticking unexploded landmine. I don't know how else I can tell you to get out. It will not end well."
Stephen chuckled and shook his head. "If I did that, I would regret it for the rest of my life. I need to experience this to the end. And don't forget, I didn't fondle her when told not to. Perhaps what I am going through is only a microcosm of what you went through because you sexually assaulted her." Hugh recoiled at those words and picked at his lunch.
"Don't say I didn't warn you when this ends in tears. And they'll be your tears."
"I won't," Stephen promised, downed his drink and said goodbye to his friend. Victoria had messaged him to state she was due at his house that evening, and Stephen returned to work, before racing home four hours later to cook and clean up before the teenage dominatrix arrived.
