"Do you like it?" She asked, beaming at him as he turned the metal over in his hand.
"Of course, Mistress, I love anything you give me. It's just... What is this part?"
She took the cage from him gently, using the small silver key to open it. "Well, darling. This is a small tube that goes into your urethra, so you can urinate more easily when you're locked in. But we can use the cage without that at first."
His eyes widened for a moment. "But it looks a bit...small, doesn't it?"
She laughs lightly and strokes his face. "Well, that's the point of a chastity cage. To provide a certain amount of...discomfort... should you become overly excited."
"Yes, Mistress," he said dutifully.
She smiled, caressing his cheek with the back of her hand. "Such a good boy."
She stood and stretched her long, lithe body. She was toned from decades of swimming since childhood, strong and intimidating. He didn't like to see her cross, and did his best to obey. She tossed her wavy auburn hair over her shoulder and turned to face him again.
"You will wear it tonight. I have another surprise for you. Something we have discussed for quite some time." She smiled as his brow furrowed in thought. They had discussed many things, including the cage that now sat beside him on the bed.
"Don't worry, it'll be fun. Now I'm going to go back to my place to get ready. I'll see you again in a few hours." She leaned down and gave him a kiss, chaste and soft on the cheek. He smiled as she left the apartment.
He turned the cage over again in his hands, unsure how to put it on. Or maybe she wanted to lock him in when she got back. He'd forgotten to ask.
He typed her a quick text. *Mistress, am I to be caged when you return?*
The reply came quickly. *I will lock you in when I get back with my surprise.*
The next few hours passed so slowly he was certain he would lose his mind. His cock was tortured by the promise of a surprise and a lack of information about what it could possibly be. Another toy? He showered, cleaning and shaving himself meticulously, like she preferred. Perhaps an outfit? For him or for her? His head spun as he trimmed his beard and brushed his hair. He applied the cologne she had bought him, just a small dab in a few choice places. He slipped into a thin robe and tied the sash around his narrow waist, waiting for her return.
He heard her key in the door and his heart leapt into his throat. He sat on the floor near her favorite chair, the cage in his hand. She entered the apartment alone, but left the door unlocked. That was unusual. He frowned, but knew better than to ask.
She was wearing a short, tight black pencil skirt that hugged her hips, and a white blouse with the top two buttons undone, showing the lacy top of her bra, clinging to her round, firm breasts. He felt his cock stir and took a deep breath, calming himself.
She sat in her chair and crossed her legs at the ankle, holding out her hand expectantly. He stared for a moment at her high heels, wanting to take them off and rub her feet like she normally enjoyed after a long day of walking and standing.
Instead he handed her the cage.
"Stand up," she said simply. He complied and untied the robe, his cock now at her eye level.
"Now, as I do this, it's important that you do not become aroused," she cautioned him. "Otherwise, it will not fit properly. We don't want that, do we?"
"No Mistress," he said, shivering in delight as her fingers touched him. It didn't matter how often they met, just feeling her skin on his sent electricity coursing through him.
"Tsk, tsk," she scolded gently. "Get it under control."
She didn't realize how difficult that was! Just being so near her, smelling her sweet perfume, glancing down at the swell of her exquisite breasts, hearing her voice. He couldn't help but become aroused. But he slowed his breathing, closing his eyes and willing the swelling to abide.
Soon he felt her hands again as she took the heavy base ring for the cage and slid it behind his cock and balls, next to his body. Then, she slid the cage over the top, securing the framework to the base ring with the small silver padlock, then leaned back to examine her handiwork. She tucked the key into the pocket of her blouse.
"What do you think, pet?" She asked, admiring the way the steel rings encased his flaccid cock.
He moved, noting the new sensations as his cock was contained in a way it had never been before. It was not entirely unpleasant, but certainly carried a bit of discomfort. The weight pulled his balls and cock downward. He could feel his erection return and winced slightly as the cage restricted him.
"It is... different, Mistress. But I am happy if you are."
"I am, quite. And I think your surprise will be too."
She picked up her phone and sent a quick text. A few moments later, the door handle turned. A man he had never seen before walked in, locking the door behind him. The stranger was very tall, at least five inches taller than his Mistress, who stood just shy of six feet herself. His broad shoulders pulled the gray t-shirt tight across his muscled chest. He wore tightly fitted dark jeans, a sizeable bulge running partway down his thigh. No wonder his Mistress had chosen him.
"Jonathan, this is my pet, Michael. Michael, this is Jonathan, your other surprise."
Jonathan came up behind her, snaking one arm around her waist, almost possessively. Jealousy flashed through Mike's mind for a brief moment, but a warning glance from his Mistress made him reticent. He cast his eyes downward.
"Wow, you weren't kidding," Jonathan said, kissing Mistress's neck from behind. Mike felt his face flush. He had never witnessed her with another man, and would never have pictured one so physically imposing. He knew she had her dalliances without him, of course, but she always came back because he served her best.
He heard Mistress moan and he glanced up, seeing Jonathan's hand reach into her blouse and grab her perfect, round breast. She turned her head and they kissed, their tongues dancing. Despite himself, Mike felt his cock swell, only to be contained by the cage. He whimpered lightly.
