All the events in this story really happened, only the names have been changed.
Warning: contains themes of pegging, femdom, leather & latex and chastity play.
Alex (29) and I (36) had been seeing each other for about a year now. During our first date I immediately sensed that she had kinky potential. There was simply something about her looks and attitude. Yet I wasn't sure if she was aware of it herself and whether she was prepared to act on it.
These thoughts quickly flew out the window on our third date, when we watched the Broad City strapon episode together. Of course I hadn't put it on entirely by accident, and half way through she asked me if I would like to try pegging.
Looking back, I had discovered that I was into anal stimulation a few years ago and had go on to experiment with strapon play, but unfortunately never found a girl, who was really into it. It had felt more like someone was doing me a favor without wanting it themselves. Therefor it hadn't been much of a turn on. So when Alex initiated, I was positively surprised and curious.
I showed her my drawer with toys, containing handcuffs, a penis ring and two strapons. She was more than happy to put them to good use, and from that day on we took turns fucking each other. Usually I would do her first until she came a few times, then she would peg me while making me cum in her hand. I should mention that she had a gift for these things, although she had never used a strapon before. As we quickly found out both of us really enjoyed taking turns at dominating each other.
Over the course of the following months we experimented a great deal, as we grew into our parts and tested each others boundaries. We would role play, watch inspiring videos and fantasize about future scenarios.
Once we came by a clip of a girl giving a guy a hand job and making him cum on a plate. Next she scooped it up and smeared it on a strapon and fucked him with nothing else but his own semen as lube. We both thought it was a bit extreme, but also incredibly hot. Yet in my case it was pretty much out of the question, since I always lost all horniness after cumming. Without feeling turned on I couldn't handle taking something up the butt.
A few months in there was an online sex shop sale and I leapt at the opportunity of ordering various things for us to try out. I had made a pre-selection and showed it to Alex. We had a very open and honest way of communicating, but there were still some sexual desires I hadn't told her about. I didn't know if it would be too extreme for her, since I was the first person she was really experimenting with.
"I also picked out a chastity cage" I said in most casual tone I could manage.
"Oh yeah, I was thinking about that for you." She quickly replied. My dick was instantly standing at full attention. I loved it when she was in charge. The more the better. We also got some light BDSM gear, 3 butt plugs for me and 2 more strapons.
Which brings us to the day, a few weeks later, when things became somewhat more intense than usual.
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"Oh, I'm sorry, is this making it hard for you?" Alex said as she softly stroked my naked thigh. It was Saturday noon. We were still in bed, looking forward to going out for brunch.
"You'll have to wear it, if you want to go out." She whispered while looking down at my swelling cock, which I was trying to fit into the cold metal chastity device. There was no way I could get it on while being this excited.
She came close to my ear and breathed: "If you can't put it on, I'm not gonna fuck you later."
My eyes rolled back and I moaned. I wanted her so bad. There was nothing hotter than getting pounded by her. I shut my eyes and tried to distract myself with thoughts of work in order to make my cock calm down, so I could cage it for her.
Suddenly she jumped out of bed and left the room. I could hear the sounds of clothes rustling. Without her next to me I managed to relax a bit and was determined to complete the task at hand. Seconds later she was back: "I think I'm gonna wear these. What d'you think?"
I opened my eyes to see her standing in front of me with her shiny black hair and perfectly contrasting pale skin. She was wearing a tight black top on her athletic body and was sliding her legs into black vinyl pants, which I had bought for her to wear a few weeks back.
The fetish part of my brain lit up and my cock jumped up to greet her, like a dog happy to see his mistress return.
She loved playing with me.
10 minutes later we were out. The cold weather required long coats and while walking down the street there were plenty of distractions, which took my mind of what she and I were wearing underneath. Yet when we sat down for food she elegantly positioned herself so I could see her shiny legs and crotch.
"How are you doing down there?" She inquired, smiling with fake concern. Of course she knew perfectly well that she was making my cock strain against the metal bars of the cage.
"It's quite tight." I replied.
"Good. That's the way it should be." She said, while slowly sipping her coffee. In the corner of my eye I saw the key to my cage dangling from her ear ring. I was dying.
Until I had tried the cage for the first time, I had no idea how much of a mental, let alone physical, impact it would have on me. It made me feel restrained, somewhat powerless and therefor submissive, but at the same time incredibly horny, as I really wanted to fuck her and somehow reclaim my male sexuality. The fact that she knew I couldn't, always put her in full domme mode, which made things even worse, since that attitude turned me on a lot.
After brunch we walked about the shops for a bit. I was eager to get back to my place and have sex, but Alex said she would like some coffee and cake. After 3 hours we returned home.
The moment we walked in the door she turned to me. "You'd better get ready."
I slipped into the bathroom to clean myself for what was about to come.
In the first months I had been fucking her more than she me, but things had slowly shifted to her being more dominant. When we fantasized about scenarios, it was usually about what she would do to me. I had no problem with this development, but still felt like I had to dominate her once in a while to maintain the balance somewhat.
When I returned from the bathroom she was covered from head to toe in black shiny vinyl and PVC material. I had never seen her like this, as we had only recently ordered some of the clothes. She was wearing a short vinyl trench coat that hugged her body nicely. Underneath, a short PVC bodysuit, 4 inch heels, the pants from before and on top, an 8 inch strapon. I did my best to stay cool, but I felt like half my brain power was leaving me as the blood flowed down to my cock.
"You look absolutely delicious." I told her. She smiled, eying herself in the mirror.
Then she slowly strutted over to me, and kneeling down removed my pants, exposing my caged throbbing cock.
