Sunday morning, I woke up and saw Tiffany was already awake and staring at me.
"Wha-- what's up?" I groggily ask.
"Just looking at you," she says with a smirk. "Did you have fun yesterday?"
I nod as she wraps her arms around me and pulls my head into her shoulder.
I feel my cage press into her thigh as she snuggles up to me.
She gives a subtle smirk and runs a finger over my cage.
"I hope you're enjoying that as much as I am," she kisses my forehead.
"So," I softly say. "How will this work at school?"
"Well," she says tightening her grip around me. "I mean, we'll just be a typical power couple at school," she smirks.
"Power couple?"
"Well duh," she laughs. "You're the starting shortstop and I'm the cheer captain," she scratches my back.
"Ok fine," I sigh. "Outwardly power couple."
"Inwardly," she smirks. "We'll just be us." I nod as she flashes a sexy smirk. "But in bed," she picks up her key and traces it across her lips. "You're gonna hate me just as much as you like me."
"I don't know about that," I say running a hand through her hair.
"Oh you will," she kisses my cheek.
"Really," I say cocking an eyebrow.
She hums and nods, running a finger over her key. "I'm a bitch. I'm a tease. I'll have you begging on your knees," we both laugh.
"You should be a poet."
"Maybe I will."
--
On Monday morning, Tiffany and I arrive at school in her car. I won't lie, I am dreading this morning. The dread is a mix of the attention that I know we'll both receive when we reveal our relationship, and also the nerves of my first time wearing the cage and not being around Tiffany.
"You ready?" she asks knowing I don't like being the center of attention unless I'm playing baseball.
I take a deep breath and nod. "Ready as I'll ever be," I say opening the door.
We walk into the building holding hands, and just let our respective friend groups let their collective gasps out.
--
After a long day of classes and an even longer practice, Tiffany and I finally get back in her car.
"You ok?" she asks.
"I made it," I say turning to look at her. "Let's get out of here before the crowd finds us."
We get to her house and Tiffany shows off her cooking skills and makes some of the best quesadillas I've ever had.
"I have lotsa skills you're gonna enjoy," she winks as I collect our plates.
"I have skills too," I say mockingly.
"Ok then," she sits back in her chair. "Make some dessert."
"Alright," I stand up and carry our plates to the kitchen sink. She's never had one of my milkshakes and I've never met anyone whose disliked them.
I look through her fridge, freezer and cabinet for the things I need.
I put two scoops of vanilla ice cream in the blender. Add chocolate syrup, crushed oreos and then run the blender for 22 seconds. Add more chocolate syrup, and run the blender for 13 more seconds.
I walk out to the dining room with two milkshakes. She's leaning down so she can wash the table, but when she sees me she stops cleaning the table. She stands up and cocks an eyebrow at me and gives me that sexy smirk of hers.
"You may wanna sit down," I say flashing my own smirk.
Without breaking eye contact, she sits down. I hand her a cup and watch her close her eyes as she takes a sip. Her eyes shoot wide open as she sips the milkshake.
"Holy shit," she says with a bit of a milk moustache. "I wish I knew about this earlier," she wipes her moustache away and sucks her finger clean.
--
We get in bed a few hours later, ready to watch a movie together. She decides to put on a silly movie from our childhood. She rests her head on my shoulder for most of the movie, my head resting on hers.
Towards the end of the movie, there's a scene where the main character gets tied up.
"That's interesting," she says lifting her head. "What do you think it's like to be tied up?" I cock an eyebrow at her. "Just be unable to do anything to stop whatever the person decides to do to you."
She makes a silly face when she finishes her sentence and I begin to laugh. She leans in for a kiss when I finish laughing and then she sits up next to me.
Her body is slightly angled toward me, but still leaning against the headboard. "So I gotta know something about you."
"Ok?"
"When did you find out you liked to be dominated?"
I take a moment to ponder her question. I can't pinpoint a time or occasion where I found out this was something I wanted. I guess just over time I got sick of girls who just bent to my will.
"I think at some point I just wanted a girl to take charge for once, you know?" Without saying anything, her eyes tell me that she understands exactly what I mean. "Girls always chased me, but if they ever got me they just became pushovers and wanted to do whatever I wanted to do." She nods and without saying a word encourages me to continue. "Girls always viewed me as a tease, but they never wanted to tease me back."
"Well I love to tease," she sweetly says with a smile.
"Now what about you?"
She twirls her hair. "I think I've just always known I'm dominant," she blows a kiss. "I mean, you've known since we met that I'm quite a tease." She leans down and kisses me, lying down with a grin. "As soon as we met I knew you had a submissive streak in you," she winks. "Bought that cage for you a week later."
"That's a bit creepy," I giggle.
"Don't see you running," she wraps her arms around me.
--
Tiffany and I spend the next couple of nights in her house cuddling, watching TV and getting to know each other a bit more than we already do. She dresses a bit provocatively whenever we're alone, showing off a little extra skin, but she really doesn't use her "power" in bed.
School and baseball practice are a bit uncomfortable with my new bondage, but not enough to effect my focus in either of them. Also, equally as important, no one seems to notice.
Despite her restraint, frustration is still building inside me. I'm a 19 year old whose had attention from girls since I was a kid. I haven't gone a week without cumming since before high school.
Tiffany almost certainly knows she's driving me a little crazy based on her knowing smile whenever she sees me look at the key on her necklace.
--
By Thursday, I think I have made all the adjustments I need to wear the chastity cage. I buy some tighter undergarments to hold the cage in place more, and some baggier baseball pants to not show the outline of the cage.
Today, Tiffany's practice finishes before mine and she sits in the bleachers to watch my batting session. I won't lie, it definitely does put a little extra in my swing knowing that she's watching.
"You put on quite a show there," she says leaning in and kissing me when my practice lets out.
"Just for you," I wink.
"Oh how sweet," she sarcastically says as we begin to walk to her car.
"What are you hungry for?" I ask as we get into her car.
--
When we get to the house, I make some burgers and continue to glance at her key while we eat. I know I glance at her key more and more each day but I can't help it. She doesn't say anything about it, but there's no chance she doesn't notice.
After I take a long hot shower, I enter the bedroom. I find Tiffany's cotton panties on the bed.
I feel my cock twitch as I pick them up and toss them into her dirty laundry hamper.
"I'm impressed," I hear Tiffany chime from behind me.
I turn around and see her leaning against the door with a devious smirk, wearing a floral lace royal blue lingerie set.
Oh fuck. I don't know what color she looks the best in but I haven't found one she looks bad in yet.
"Ho... you lo... look amazing," I weakly say as she approaches me.
"I thought you'd like this," she says pushing me onto the bed. "Matches our school uniforms and everything," she giggles walking around me. "Or maybe you were more focused on how enormous my tits look." She leans down and shakes her chest in my face, her key actually bouncing off my forehead.
"I was thinking," she says pulling the handcuffs out of her nightstand.
"Ever since our little arrangement began," she cuffs my wrists over the headboard. "I've gone very easy on you," she lifts up the cage with one finger.
"Oh... ooh... ok," is all I can softly say.
"I mean," she leans forward and her breasts and key agonizingly dangle in front of me "I did warn you that I'll have you begging," she puts a finger over my lips. "And I wanna drive you fucking wild," she kisses my forehead and a gentle moan escapes my lips. "And you did know I was a tease," she says with a hand squeezing my chest.
I nod, desperate for her to pay my cock some attention.
"Wh... what d... do you h... have in... mind?" I softly ask.
"I'm thinking I'll show you what a truly merciless tease I can be," she lies down on her side next to me. "Your tongue will be getting some workouts for me, because I can still cum anytime."
I nod, looking deep into her eyes.
"And also I'll start to dress more like this," she smirks and gestures down her lingerie clad body. "Only when we're here," she leans in and kisses me. "Just to remind you who the boss is," she winks and leans down. I let out a weak moan as she bites my lip.
"Oh... oh fuck," is all I can weakly say as she wraps her arms around me.
"Do you like the sound of that?" she says with a smirk as she sweetly caresses my cheek.
"Oh fuck yes," I softly answer as she pinches my nipples.
"Good boy," she says lifting herself over me and lowering herself onto my face.
She cums and then smears herself all over my face, coating me in her juices before she lifts herself off of me.
"Oh that was very nice," she says straddling my chest.
I feel her run her foot over my caged member, before she leans down and releases the cuffs.
