The next morning, I wake up to Tiffany delightfully sucking my cock.
She lifts her head up when she sees I'm awake. "Good morning baby," she says running her tongue over the head. "You got hard while you were sleeping." She gently sucks the head for a few seconds. "Figured I could help with that," she winks taking me all the way in her mouth.
I reach down and sink my hand into her hair. Remembering last time I don't push her down, but just prevent her from lifting her head up. She slowly slides her mouth down my length, taking a moment to adjust to the depth as she slides down. I let out a howl as I cum down her throat and lift her head up.
She climbs up the bed and we hug.
"That was indeed very helpful," I playfully say as we kiss.
"Oh well then you're welcome," she chuckles. "Maybe you should return the favor for me," she says lifting her eyebrows.
"Of course," I say rolling her onto her back.
"No no, wait just a second." She sits up and reaches over to her nightstand and hands the cage to me. "Lock it up first," she says batting her eyes.
Almost without thought, I slide the ring up and then press the cage and ring together. She reaches out and locks the padlock shut, giving the cage a kiss and looking up at me.
"You give the best head when this is on you," she says kissing the cage one more time.
"Oh is that so?" I cockily ask.
"Yes," she flatly says. "Because you're less interested in teasing me with that on," she says lying down and putting her hands behind her head. "Now get to work."
I slide down the bed, feeling her wrap her legs around me as I start to lick her.
After she cums I begin to lift my head up, but she slides her hand into my hair and holds my head down.
"Oh no no no," she taunts. "I decide when you're done."
After another two or three orgasms, she allows my head up and I take a deep breath.
"Such a good boy," she says. I smirk as I feel her juices drip down my face. "You like my mark on you?" she asks as she scoops her juices off my face and feeds them to me. I nod, sucking her fingers clean.
After my face and her fingers are clean, we snuggle up together and silently watch whatever superhero movie was on the TV when she turned it on.
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Over the next few days, Tiffany and I spend almost all of our time doing only a few things: Cuddling, sleeping, working out and me orally servicing her every morning and evening.
Despite my oral servitude, the workouts are definitely her favorite part of each day.
She decides that I will spot her on all of her lifts instead of one of her girlfriends. In between almost every set, she makes sure that some part of her body rubs against my leg or cage. She does it subtly enough to seem innocent to anyone else in the gym, but not to us.
The most difficult part of this is definitely Wednesday when she does squats. She tells me to spot her the same way I would spot a guy. This means my hands are mere inches from her breasts in her tight sports bra.
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When we arrive home from the gym on Friday afternoon, I pin Tiffany to a wall and kiss her.
"Ohh," she groans as I slide my hand up her shirt and fondle her breasts. "You seem to have some pent up energy," she giggles.
"Oh you think," I sarcastically reply grinding my cage against her.
"Oh," she says pretending to be deep in thought. "Have you been getting all worked up?" She groans as I pinch her nipple. "Has spotting me and licking me all week been making you ache down there?" She giggles and slides a hand over my cage as I moan in frustration.
I grab the waist of her yoga pants with my free hand but she slaps it away.
"Nuh uh," she wags a finger in my face before softly caressing my cheek. "Not just yet."
"Please," I whisper. "Please fuck me."
"I will," she says softly. "Maybe."
I throw my head back and let out a primal growl.
"Settle down," she says, sweetly caressing my cheek. "I don't know about you but I'm hungry," she smirks.
I nod, regaining my composure as she frees herself of my grip.
"Why don't you go make some lunch," she kisses my cheek. "Meet me in the bedroom when you're all set."
"What do you want?" I ask as she begins walking away.
"Surprise me!" she cheerily says.
I make us each two eggs and walk into our bedroom.
"Oh fuck" I softly say as I see Tiffany on our bed.
She's lying on our bed wearing a black leather corset crop top and black leather pants, a pair of handcuffs clipped to her belt loop.
"Oh hi baby," she playfully waves. "See anything you like?"
I hand over her plate of eggs but remain at the foot of the bed for a minute, admiring the tight leather and the way it hugs her amazing body.
After we eat, she tosses our paper plates into the trash can and climbs on top of me.
I slide my hands up and down her leather clad body, letting out a moan when she rubs her crotch against my caged member.
"I never asked," she snickers. "Do you like my outfit?" I let out a growl and tightly squeeze her ass, eliciting a chuckle from her. "Yeah I thought you'd like that."
We kiss again and she rolls off of me, gently slapping my hands off of her.
"I think you should strip," she says running a finger over my cage.
I oblige and climb on top of her.
"That's a good boy," she says caressing my arm. "And a very good cock," she winks sliding a finger over the cage. "All nice and locked up," she kisses me. "Like it's my own little present."
I let out a growl as we kiss again.
"Although I guess it's not so little when it's free," she says pushing me off of her and dangles the key. "Whenever I decide that should be."
I reach up for her, but she pushes my arms down, taking the cuffs off her belt loop and cuffing my hands to the headboard.
"Now why don't you give me a good lick and I'll decide if you should get fucked tonight." She slides her pants down a bit and plants herself on my face.
I desperately lick her, feeling her juices drip down my face as she moans in pleasure. As I hear her breathing get shallow, I flick her clit and she squeezes my head with her thighs, holding my head in place as she cums all over my face.
I let out a smile enjoying the submissive feelings of this moment. Her juices covering my face, my wrists cuffed to the headboard and my cock throbbing in its cage.
"Well don't you look very happy," she says lying down on top of me and kissing me. "Maybe a little proud of yourself too." She slides a hand down and begins fondling my balls. "Proud that you made your sexy woman cum all over your face," she chuckles and lightly moans as I bite her lip.
"I love you." I softly say as we break apart, feeling my ability to speak begin to disappear.
"I love you too," she smirks.
I let out a gentle whimper as she slides off the bed.
She retrieves a gag from her dresser and pulls out a small black bag with no markings on the outside.
She crawls back on top of me, giving me a soft kiss before lifting herself up on her knees.
"Whose good boy are you?" she asks.
"I'm your good boy," I answer in barely a whisper.
"Yes you are," she sweetly says pressing the gag into my lips. "And I have a present for you," she buckles the gag around my head. She reaches into the bag and pulls out a black collar. "Just for when we play." She smirks and shows me the tag, a heart with "Tiffany's Good Boy" engraved on it. We look deep into each other's eyes as she tightens it, just tight enough to lightly choke me.
I feel a new level of submission take over as I lie there bound, gagged, caged and now collared.
After a couple minutes of just enjoying my submissive bliss, I feel her lips on my thighs.
I let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a moan seeing her gently sucking on the cage.
She looks up at me, flashing her beautiful smile as she takes her necklace off, sliding the key into the padlock.
