The first thing Drew felt when he woke up, because yes this time even with the cage on he'd actually slept --
Deep and heavy and full of dreams he didn't entirely remember--just flashes of latex, her voice in his ear, the feeling of her thighs around his face, her glove dragging slowly across his skin. The kind of dreams that left him aching, frustrated and desperate but also so full, so calm and so... settled.
--But no it wasn't the cage torturing him he felt first.
It was her lips.
Soft, slow, unhurried--brushing over his with a kind of delicious sweetness that only half pulled him from sleep. It wasn't a kiss meant to wake him sharply. It was one meant to remind him.
Of where he was.
Of who he belonged to.
Her fingers stroked lightly down the side of his face, her breath warm against his cheek, and then she kissed him again--deeper this time, but still slow. Still full of something heavier than lust.
Ownership.
When he finally stirred, eyes fluttering open, she was already smiling.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," she murmured.
He blinked up at her, dazed, his body still heavy with sleep. But the moment he shifted under the covers, the cage made itself known--tight, unyielding, and already throbbing with morning need.
Faye's eyes flicked down under the blanket, and her smile turned sly.
"Mmm. Still locked. Still mine." she said mischievously.
He exhaled slowly, the reality of it washing over him like warmth.
"I slept... I slept hard" he whispered.
She brushed her thumb along his jaw. "I know. You needed it."
He nodded faintly, still caught between sleep and sensation. "You woke me up like that..."
Her gaze softened.
"You looked so peaceful," she said. "So full. So mine. I couldn't help myself."
Her fingers moved to his chest, trailing down lightly. "I wanted the first thing you felt today to be me."
Drew closed his eyes for a second, overwhelmed by how easy it was to let go again--even in the stillness of morning.
The ache in his cock was already building. His body was sore in all the right ways--his ass still stung faintly, his legs felt warm and tight--but it was a soreness that reminded him he had been used.
And cared for.
And claimed.
"Thank you," he whispered.
Faye leaned in, kissed him again--this time on his forehead. Slower. Deeper.
"You're welcome, my sweet boy."
She didn't move right away...
She stayed close, her body draped partly over his, her fingers lazily tracing along his collarbone. Her breath was steady. Present. The weight of her beside him was both grounding and intoxicating.
Then her voice, low and smooth, slipped into the quiet.
"Talk to me," she said.
Drew blinked, still adjusting to the morning light and the lingering pulse of his dreams.
"How do you feel?"
He swallowed. "Good. A little sore."
Her fingers paused, then resumed. "Where?"
"My thighs. My... ass." A soft laugh escaped him. "Definitely my cock."
She smiled at that, and he could feel it without even needing to look.
"No sharp pain anywhere? Nothing that feels off?"
He shook his head. "No, nothing like that."
"Good," she said. "You took everything I gave you last night, and you didn't complain once. I was watching you. Every second."
Her tone didn't rise, didn't tighten--it remained calm, even. But there was something in her voice that made him feel like he was being held in more than just her arms.
"And emotionally?" she asked, brushing her fingers through his hair. "How's your head?"
He hesitated, then met her eyes.
"I feel... calm. Like, really calm. I don't know how else to explain it. It's like something inside me just... settled."
Faye nodded slowly, eyes thoughtful.
"You went deep last night," she said. "You gave a lot of yourself. Your body, your control, your trust. That's not small. It's not casual. And I don't take it lightly."
Her fingers traced down the side of his neck now, over his chest. "That's why I'm asking. Because if anything didn't feel right, if anything pushed too far--I want to hear it."
Drew searched her face. She was serious. Gentle. But firm.
Still in control. Just in a different key.
"I don't think I've ever felt more seen," he said softly. "Or more safe. Even when it hurt. Especially then."
Faye leaned in and kissed him again--slow and grounding.
"That's exactly how it should feel," she whispered. "You serve me. You obey me. You worship me. But I protect you. Always."
Her hand slipped down his chest again, resting just above the cage.
"And if anything ever doesn't feel right... you tell me. Immediately."
"Yes, Mistress," he said, without hesitation.
Her smile returned, softer now. "Good boy."
Voice, gentle but certain, Faye continued her check-up.
"I want to talk about one thing specifically," she said. "The part where I had my fingers in you."
Drew stiffened just slightly. Not out of fear--just the memory.
She didn't rush him.
"I know it was your first time," she added softly. "And I want to know how it really felt. All of it."
He was quiet for a moment before he spoke.
"It was... intense. But not in the way I expected. I mean it did hurt at the beginning, it was such an odd feeling but then it just... took over. Like the moment you slid that second finger in, something switched in me. It was this... deep, full pressure. Like I was being filled in the most intimate way."
She said nothing--just let him speak.
"I didn't even realize how close I was to coming," he admitted, voice low. "It wasn't like normal. It wasn't from friction or touching or anything--it was just this need. Like my whole body was begging for it."
She smiled at that. "But I didn't let you."
His cheeks flushed, but he smiled too. "No. You didn't."
"And did that frustrate you?"
He looked at her, eyes soft. "Yes. But it also made me feel completely yours. Like... you could take me apart however you wanted. And I wouldn't even get release unless you chose to give it."
Faye leaned in and kissed his cheek, lips warm and slow.
"I loved how responsive you were," she whispered. "The way your body opened. The way your hips moved, begging for more without saying a word. You didn't even know what you needed--but your body told me."
"But to be honest," breath catching slightly. "I was very anxious about how it would feel, like not physically, the pain but more like what it meant".
He glanced at her. "It's not exactly something guys talk about. Wanting that. Enjoying it."
Her gaze didn't waver.
"I didn't want you to think less of me," he added quietly. "Like I wasn't... enough of a man; or something, I mean I don't know. Maybe it's even stupid to mention that, but it's a thought I had."
There was a beat of silence.
And then Faye shifted slightly, moving closer, her lips brushing against his ear.
"Oh, Drew," she whispered. "You don't even realize, do you?"
He turned his head slightly toward her, unsure.
"What you gave me last night--your body, your trust, your surrender--there's nothing more masculine than that. You didn't just let me take you. You offered yourself to me. That's power. That's strength."
She kissed his cheek, slow and deliberate.
"And I loved it," she murmured. "Watching you open. Feeling you tremble. Seeing how hard you were, how close you got without a single stroke to your cock... it was the most erotic thing I've ever experienced."
Drew exhaled, tension draining from his shoulders.
"You were perfect," she added. "And next time? You won't have to wonder if I like it. Because I'm going to make it very clear. I LOVE IT"
He groaned softly, the cage pulsing again--tight and unforgiving.
"I want more," he whispered.
"I know," she said, lips curling into a slow smile. "And you'll get it. When I decide you've earned it."
~
The morning stretched on slowly, in that lazy, golden way only Saturdays could.
Drew sat at the small kitchen table, still a little sore, still deliciously caged, wrapped in one of Faye's oversized sweaters that hung off his frame. He sipped at a cup of coffee she had brewed for him--strong, perfect, just how he liked it.
And the smell of breakfast filled the air.
He watched, heart swelling stupidly, as Faye moved around the kitchen--barefoot, wearing one of his old shirts that barely covered the curve of her ass. She was humming under her breath, completely at ease. Completely in charge, even when she wasn't trying to be.
She plated the eggs and toast with an effortless grace and set a plate down in front of him before sliding into the chair across from him.
"A little reward," she said casually. "For my good boy."
Drew's face flushed with warmth--and not just from the coffee.
"Thank you, Mistress," he said, the words slipping out naturally now.
Faye smiled, slow and approving, and picked up her own fork.
They ate in companionable silence for a few minutes, the comfort between them thick and easy.
But when they finished, and Faye leaned back in her chair, he saw it--the shift.
The glint in her eyes.
The subtle, familiar edge of command.
"So," she said lightly, running one finger lazily along the rim of her coffee cup, "about this weekend..."
Drew straightened a little, alert.
"You remember last night," she said. "When you agreed to buy me whatever latex outfits I wanted."
He nodded immediately. "Of course."
"And not just latex," she added, her tone lilting with amusement. "You agreed to buy me 'tools', too."
His face heated. He remembered. Oh, he remembered.
"Floggers. Paddles. Restraints. A whole arsenal to make sure you don't forget your place when you get too needy."
Drew swallowed hard, the cage suddenly feeling even tighter.
Faye smiled sweetly, as if she hadn't just casually threatened to ruin him.
"So here's what's going to happen," she said, setting down her cup.
"First, we're going to take my measurements properly. I want the latex to fit perfectly--second skin tight."
