Part 23
When I woke up Sunday morning I had no recollection of going to sleep. Lily was in my bed, still nude, curled up in a ball. I was famished, so I decided to start breakfast. I made two plates of fried eggs and toast and two cups of coffee and brought them to my bedroom. She was just starting to stir when I walked in and presented her with breakfast.
Bringing her cup of coffee to her face, she smiled and said "What, no pop tarts?!"
I laughed.
We ate breakfast and chatted for a while. We were already making plans for the next weekend. Although I was sexually frustrated, I felt really at ease with Lily; it just felt natural.
We did fool around more that morning. Eventually, she said she needed to go and got ready. After getting dressed, she sat on the couch and told me to put on her shoes. I knelt before her and slid on and laced each of her shoes just as I had done at the movie theater.
After Lily left, I cleaned my place and got ready for the work week.
I woke Monday morning to a text from Tiffany that said, "I hope you had a good weekend. I'd like to come by today after work. I think we should talk."
I immediately felt a sense of foreboding. Lily had informed me that Tiffany was annoyed and no one ever likes to hear the phrase 'we should talk.'
I responded that I would be around and she could come by anytime after work.
The work day definitely did not fly by. But, after what felt like an eternity, I was back home waiting for Tiffany. After buzzing her in and greeting her at the door with an awkward hug, she made her way over to the couch. I asked her if she wanted a beer and she declined. She also told me to skip the foot rub and just sit beside her on the couch.
She started with a very serious expression, "I want to start by apologizing to you. I lied to you a few times recently. I did not receive a call last week from work. I did not go to work after leaving here and my workload last week was pretty run of the mill. I'm sorry for lying."
"Okay. Why did you lie?" I asked.
"Well, truthfully, I was annoyed and disappointed that you asked to be released so you could cum. And I've been thinking about it, and I was wrong to be annoyed. I continued the lie all week because I needed some space to reflect on why I was annoyed. This weekend I came to some conclusions about what we are doing." She answered.
"Okay. Tell me what you think." I prompted her.
"To fully explain myself, I think I should share with you openly what I have been thinking from the start and how things have changed over time. Initially, I suggested locking you up to help you. And when I suggested it, I honestly only thought about helping you. It is true that I had preexisting interest in kink and chastity in particular, but I wasn't trying to make this about me and my kinks." she said.
"mmhmm" I affirmed.
"Well, that started to shift after I got you locked up. I started to get really turned on by thinking about you in that cage. I started thinking about other kinky things that I wanted to try. I placed my feet in front of you as you used the tube hoping that you would eventually take the hint and kiss them. And when you did, I relished getting you to the next step of sucking on my toes."
She continued, "I knew that I wanted to push you even further, and the opportunity arose when I knew I had to leave town for that vacation. Leaving you with the prostate massager and giving you access to Caitlin was intended to push you in the direction I wanted you to go. I didn't specifically ask Caitlin to peg you, but I thought she might. I told you that I met her online, but never specified where. I contacted her on a fetish social media site where I have a profile. We struck up a friendship there and eventually started having regular lunches and coffees. I would listen to her tales and live vicariously through her escapades."
"Okay..." I said.
"I knew that one of her biggest kinks is pegging and that she might introduce you to it. When she did, I was exuberant because it gave me an opening to pursue it with you. Up until that point, keeping you locked, the foot worship, the teasing and so on would get me worked up. Sometimes, I would masturbate at work thinking about those things. Often, I would get home after playing with you and would be so worked up that I would just pull Edwin to the bedroom to fuck me." she paused for just a moment here and let that linger.
She continued, "Often, as Edwin was fucking me, I would think of you here with your dick locked up. I would think about how I had the key and that would send me over the edge. And then, last Saturday, when I pegged you I hit a peak that I have never before experienced. Having you beg me for the pegging and then the complete control I felt as I ordered you around. Put you in a vulnerable positions and fucked you... well, it was almost too much. I thought about that non-stop until Monday when you asked to be let out to cum."
Again, she paused briefly before continuing, "When I was on my way here, I wanted to peg you again. I wanted you to beg for it. I wanted that feeling of power. But instead you asked to be released. It had been weeks and you had every right under our original understanding to ask, but it still annoyed and disappointed me."
She took a deep breath and said, "And this past weekend, after much reflection, I have decided that I have been wrong and I've gone too far." At this point, she reached into her bag and pulled out a plastic baggie that contained two small keys and set it on the couch between us. "That is why I need to give these back to you. I shouldn't hold them any longer and..." she took another deep breath. "... I think maybe we should not hang out for a while."
"Wait! What are you saying? You want to end our friendship?!" I asked in a panic.
"No, no, not at all. I just need some time to reset. I care about you and we will always be friends. But, I need some distance to break out of this. It might be a while, but eventually we will talk again." she answered.
I sat there dumbstruck for a few moments.
"Okay." she said and began to rise from the couch.
I grabbed her wrist and tugged at her to remain seated.
"No." I said flatly. "I don't accept this."
"First, I refuse to put our friendship on hold for even a second. You have been my closest friend for years and I care about you deeply. Second, you have told your side of things, but you haven't given me a chance to tell you my side of things." I started.
"I am definitely upset that you lied to me. After all of this time, I would expect that you would just be honest with me. But, I guess I do understand that it might have taken some time to sort through your feelings. Regardless, moving forward, I would hope that you would just tell me that you need that time." I said.
I continued, "You haven't taken into account that this arrangement of ours does actually seem to be bearing fruit. When you first locked me up, I went on a number of dates and was able to more clearly see when they weren't a good match for me. And, very much because of you, I am now spending time with Lily who I like a lot. And I know that you two have been talking and even have some expectations for me. I don't know what those are, but I trust you, and believe that the two of you have my best interests at heart."
She continued to listen to me, never breaking eye contact, but with little expression on her face.
"Finally, there is something I find very gratifying about doing some of those kinky things with you. So, even though you were a little manipulative in getting me to do them, I find myself enjoying some aspects of all of them. Specifically, I love how much you seem to love this stuff. And, I'm glad that I get to help you explore this side of you."
I took a deep breath and continued, "I don't want to stop seeing you. I don't want to lose your help with Lily. And, I don't want to stop helping you explore. Please keep the keys."
After a moment, she spoke. "Dan, I don't know. I don't think you understand what might be going through my head. Remember those two blogs?"
I nodded.
She continued, "I told you that I felt my interests were somewhere between the two. Well, the more I reflected last week, I realized that I really do gravitate toward the harsher of the two. I think I have a sadistic side that I've been suppressing."
"If a little pain and discomfort is the price of us continuing to see each other, I am willing to pay that price." I responded.
"Dan, I don't know..." She started.
I don't know what came over me, but I dropped from the couch to my knees on the floor in front of her and took her hands in mine and rested them on her knees.
"Please Tiffany! Please keep the keys! Please, I want you to help me by keeping me locked! I will do whatever you say! Please!" I pleaded.
She looked down at me with an expressionless face but an intensity in her eyes. She paused for a while and then finally said, "Okay. I will keep the keys and think over what my new expectations will be. I will tell you what I decide and you will have one more chance to take the keys back before we move forward. I really didn't anticipate this so I don't know what to do next. It might take me some time to work out a plan. I will probably not come back here until I know exactly what I am going to say. It might be a week or more. Understand?"
"Yes. Take what time you need. I trust you Tiffany." I said
We hugged.
She slipped the keys back into her bag and stood up. I also stood up and walked her to the door. We hugged and she said, "I'm so glad you aren't mad at me and still trust me enough to give me this responsibility."
"I love and trust you, Tiffany!" I said.
She hugged me again and squeezed me tight. She then turned and left.
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