"Trust me, this is the best way to make sure your dream comes true!"
Lacy trailed her finger tip slowly down Mark's chest, swirling slightly as it went lower and lower down his stomach, and with a tap it came to rest on the small metal cage around his cock. He flinched at her touch, his cock swelling to fill the bars of its new prison.
"You told me that you've always dreamt of losing your virginity to me on our wedding night. A bit presumptuous to tell me this before we've officially started dating, but I've known you've had a crush on me for a long time. To think that you've be willing to wait until we're married to lose your virginity for me, though... That is some real dedication there!"
She propped herself up on her elbow, her blond hair cascading next to his face as she lay beside him on the bed. He laid naked, his hands at his sides where he had been told to keep them. His eyes traveled up and down her petite form, covered only by thin pink panties and bra. She held the tip of the chastity cage between one finger and thumb, and gently shook it side to side. She smiled, and bent down to kiss his cheek. His face flushed as she whispered in his ear.
"Treat this like a promise ring. You'll wear it all the time and save yourself for me. I'll hold the key to make sure you keep your promise."
She got up on her knees and looked down on his naked form, laying below her. He was still laying exactly as he had when she told him to stop moving. He hadn't tried to stop her when she slid the cage on his cock. He had done everything she had asked, just because it was her that had asked. She smiled at the sight, her panties growing wet.
"Hmmm... you know, saving yourself for marriage is your dream, but I'm not sure I want to wait that long..."
His eyes widened in betrayal, his mouth dropping open slightly in protest.
"Oh relax! I'm just saying that I think you'll need to find a way to keep me satisfied until then."
She stood up on the bed and hooked her thumbs under her panties.
"You know, you can do a lot without actually losing your virginity, right?"
She pulled down her panties, letting them drop to her ankles.
"Using your fingers doesn't count. Using your tongue doesn't count. Only using your cock counts, right? And we've got that all safe and snug now..."
She kicked her panties away and stood over his face, straddling it with a foot on either side. Her perfect pink pussy, only two feet away from his face, glistened with arousal.
"So... are you ready to show me how you'll keep me satisfied?"
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The first few months of Lacy and Mark's relationship was bliss. Cute dates, parties with friends, movie nights, etc. On particularly provocative outings, Lacy would wear his key on a necklace to remind him of his promise, and then drag him into a secluded corner and have him ravish her with his tongue. As much as his cock ached in its cage, he knew it was all for her. Whenever the ache got too intense, she would unlock him and allow him to masterbate in front of her. As much as he missed being able to jerk off whenever he wanted, he knew it was all for her, and he served her gladly.
But then fall rolled around, and Mark and Lacy went off to different colleges. They called and texted frequently, but with each of their busy schedules, it was a month before he could visit. A month with his cock sealed tightly in a small metal cage, pent up and unable to get any relief.
Finally, Mark was able to make the trip to visit over a three day weekend. He arrived Thursday night and before he could even knock on the door, it was flung open by Lacy. A smile wide as a mile covered her face, a green sweatshirt loosely covered her torso and tight leggings covered her legs, as she pulled him into the room and hugged him. clinging tightly to each other, he could smell her sweet perfume and feel the press of her boobs against his chest. She pulled back just enough to put her face in front of his and kissed him fiercely, her fingers roaming freely through his hair, her other hand traveling down his back, pulling him into her. After a few moments of this bliss, they heard a cough from deeper in the room. They split apart and turned to see Roxie, Lacy's roommate standing in the kitchen of their small dorm suite.
"Uh, Hi there! Sorry to interrupt, I just-"
"Roxie!" Lacy interrupted. "Meet Mark, my boyfriend!"
They all moved further into the apartment as Mark walked forward and shook Roxie's hand. She wore a large white T-shirt that loosely hung over her frame, but still showed the size of her ample chest. Her tan legs disappeared into it as they went up, making it unclear if she wore anything under it.
"Well, I don't want to keep you guys, I just wanted to say hi. From what Lacy tells me about you, Mark, it sounds like we're in for a fun weekend!" With a smile, Roxie spun and returned to her room.
Lacy grabbed Mark's wrist and led him into her own room. As soon as the door closed, they locked lips again. His hands went to her waist, pulling her into him and sliding up under her sweatshirt. She grabbed his head, her fingers once again in his hair as she held his face to hers. Her other hand reached and squeezed his ass cheek through his jeans, then slid up under his shirt. She stepped back, pulling him along with her towards the bed. His hand slid up her back, her skin feeling electric against his, his breath catching when his hand reached the middle of her back and found she wore no bra. She stepped back slightly, releasing him and lifting her arms as he pulled the sweatshirt off her, showing her perky breasts. She grabbed the hem of his shirt and yanked upwards, pulling it off him and once again they embraced, skin on skin sending a firestorm of sensation flooding his brain with sensation. She spun him around and pushed on his hips, sitting him down onto the edge of the bed. With one hand she pulled his face into her breasts, as her other hand hooked against her leggings and began to pull down. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her against him, drinking in the feel of her skin on his, the soft flesh of her boobs against his cheek, the gentle give as he pressed his face into her. His arms slid down her back and helped pull her leggings the rest of the way down. Her hand came up to her breast as she guided his mouth onto her nipple. His tongue ran a circle around it, feeling it harden, and his lips pursed down on it, sucking it passionately. She moaned softly, her fingers gripping his hair more tightly, holding it firm against her tit. His hands returned to her waist as his tongue flittered against her nipple. She gasped, and pushed him back onto the bed.
As he propped himself up onto his elbows, he watched her hook her thumbs into the waist of her slim red panties. She bit the corner of her lip, eyeing him hungrily, then slid off her panties.
"I've missed you so much, babe. GOD how I've missed you!" She slid her hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy. "Do you wanna see how much I've missed you?" She held her hand out towards him, slick and glistening with her wetness. "Do you want to taste how much I've missed you?"
