Part 19
I walked in a daze back to my apartment. The idea of Lily masturbating to the idea of me in chastity had me so unbelievably turned on. I was stuck in a logical circle. If it turns me on to turn her on, and she is turned on by me being locked up, then I must get turned on by being locked. I was starting to feel a little weird how I was almost happy to be locked; the positive feedback from both Tiffany and Lily had me feeling very confused.
I got back to my place and tried to quiet my mind. I took a cold shower and put on a movie that I hadn't seen before just to try to move my mind away from the events of the night. Eventually I went to bed, but my sleep was restless. I don't remember any details, but I think I dreamt I was with both Lily and Tiffany and I was locked. Were they making out? I can't remember.
I woke on Saturday morning and was groggy, but oddly upbeat at the prospect of going to the concert with Lily. Putting aside all of the kink stuff, she was really nice and I enjoyed talking to her.
I decided to try to make the most of the day; I took a shower and had plans to head out and spend time in the park. I needed to get out and do something to get away from the crazy soup that I had been floating in.
Then I got a text from Tiffany.
"Hey, are you home? I wanted to stop by and grab my running shoes." she wrote.
With a sigh, I responded that I was home and would wait for her. After not too long, my buzzer rang and she was on her way up. We greeted each other with a hug and she came in. She was wearing yoga pants and sports bra that were identical to the ones that I had washed and returned to the gym bag. I directed her to the bag and she removed the running shoes and sat on the couch while she changed into them.
"So, how was your date last night?" she asked, sitting back on the couch.
I told her about my experience with Lily and that I had a good time. She definitely seemed intently focused on my story as spoke. I left off the last thing that Lily had said about masturbating to the idea of me chastity.
"And I'll see her again tonight to see a small band play that she knows." I finished with.
"Oh, that's good to hear. It is also nice that she is kink-friendly so you don't have to hide your chastity from her." She responded.
"Speaking of kink; I looked over those two blogs you sent me. On the surface they share quite a bit in common, but it seems that the motivations of the two couples are somewhat different. What are your thoughts about their kinks and motivations?" I asked.
"You've always been observant of details. Yeah, they are only superficially similar. Like most things, female led relationships are on a spectrum in terms of the motivations and I think I fall in between those two perspectives. Which is probably why I follow them both. As far as the kinks go, I find a lot of what is discussed by those ladies to be appealing." She paused and smiled, "I don't think I'm going to share too much with you right now, but maybe in time."
"Aw come on, I have never held back from you. We tell each other everything!" I prodded.
"Hmm... okay, I'll say this much. I do like the idea of being begged. Of having the power in the dynamic and my partner begging me for something." she offered.
"Oh, I see. So, if I were to beg to be unlocked and to use the masturbation tube or for a hand job, that would be something you might like?"
She laughed, "Well, first, I don't have the key with me. But no, actually, a guy begging to cum is not really what I mean. After all, even when a guy's dick isn't locked in a cage like you, they are basically all begging to cum all the time. It's not really special. I think I'm more interested in begging for things that are more focused on my pleasure or amusement... hmmm... or maybe his discomfort or humiliation. It is begging to show devotion and surrender, not for direct pleasure."
I was a little disappointed to hear this answer. I was a little confused what kinds of things she might mean. The first and most obvious thought I had was begging to go down on her. But, I couldn't bring myself to voice that - it just seemed too far over the line. Then it struck me!
"Tiffany" I started as I dropped to my knees in front of her, "May I please kiss your feet. Please? Please?!"
She looked intently into my eyes and her face became very serious, but she said nothing for a moment. She was not silent for long, but it felt like it dragged on. My heart began to beat harder and I started to be nervous that I had gone too far.
"Yes, like that." she said breaking the silence but still maintaining her eye contact and serious facial expression.
Now my heart was pounding. I put my hands together in supplication and adjusted the tone of my voice but repeated my entreaty.
"I would allow you to, but I have to get my cardio in today. If I spend too much time here, I will have to skip my run. You wouldn't want me to miss my cardio, would you?" She asked.
"I guess not." I despondently replied.
"You give up too easily. Maybe you could offer me some kind of cardio activity here?" she offered.
I had to pause, I wasn't sure what she could mean. I mean, I guess cardio could be a euphemism for sex, but that wasn't on the table... Oh.
"Tiffany, would you like to do a workout with me and... Calvin?" I asked.
She burst out laughing. I began blushing and chuckled nervously along with her.
Once her laughter died down, she said, "Nice use of my pet name for the new strapon cock. But, that seemed like a polite invitation rather than begging."
I took a deep breath, "Tiffany, would you please let me kiss your feet and do a workout with me and Calvin. Please, Please Please!"