My Notes
Erotic fiction by A. Bond
Topics: Male/female heterosexual
Tags: [Fdom] [FM] [Str8] [Toys] [MaleChastity] [Denial]
Chapter 4: The book
# Being locked up
I'd love to say that since our last encounter she's had me as a 24/7 sex slave locked in chastity except when I'm let out to exercise my cock by giving her pleasure, but life gets in the way and neither of us are ready for a full-time cock cage. However, while the physical restriction isn't always present - the mental restriction is. Since deciding that she not only owns my cock but also all of my orgasms, I've found my behaviour changing for the better. We argue less. I want to please her more.
I love when she locks me up - I love the restriction as she teases me in ways she doesn't even realize -- her dangling foot at the end of crossed-legs while we watch television -- her low-cut shirts that show excellent cleavage as we eat a meal - it all makes my cock twitch which gives a confined reminder of where my cock is and what it is for.
She's very playful with this whole thing - I'm still not certain that it's any kink to her, but she's definitely blossoming into enjoying my behaviour as well as finding her own pace/speed of laughing and enjoying my reactions.
# Locked and Cocked
"This is mine." she patted my cock in the cage after locking me in before she left in the morning.
"Yes, thank you." I replied simply, yet with a smile. A kiss on my forehead and she was off.
I found the cage acted like a simple reminder throughout the day of our relationship. Random boners happen, I'd feel the restriction of the cage, it would make me think of her. Using the restroom? There's the cage: I think of her. Adjustment my pants for more comfortable seating position? Cage. Her.
"I'm going to use my strapon later." She texted me mid-day. She meant it literally. Since the last time she'd thought of pegging me had turned into a full denial scenario - she hadn't pegged me since. This was my warning to have myself prepared for once we were both home.
# It's different
Once I was home and showered I had the epiphany that this was different. While we'd had some play with the cage and some play with pegging before, never had the two met.
After my shower I washed and dried my cock as best I could within the restrictive cage. The openings were sufficient to keep me clean and sanitary - just not allowing for much play. I felt extra special and even used the hair blow dryer on low to make sure I was dried well. Normally to get into the mood for the butt plug I'd masturbate a little before lubricating it and putting it in my ass. My limited access to my cock is when I realized this would be slightly different.
Even just the thought of sliding my plug in had my cock growing as much as it could. My balls stretched as my boner attempted to escape from its confinement and pulled at the base ring. I didn't need my cock played with now to be horny and ready. I lubricated the butt plug and slid it home with ease. I was ready.
I felt... I'm not sure there are good words for it. Content? Full? Heavy? The amount of extra toy-weight I was now walking around with could not be but a few ounces, neither the cage nor the plug are significantly heavy, yet I felt like it was a lot. Mentally I was both aroused and very comforted. This felt good. I felt comfort and controlled.
# Do I?
"Do you trust me?" She asks. A naturally rhetorical question in relationships, yet it does have a fun twist to it when you're standing in front of a woman who has keys to your cock while you're completely nude.
"Yes." I almost hesitate playfully out of anticipation of what this will lead to - but I seek comfort in presuming I know. Naturally, this is the make-up for the night she was too tired to peg me, right?
"Can I tie you up?" She's coy.
"Sure, how?" I'm not as confident as she is. Yes, I think I'll enjoy this - No, it's not part of our regular sex life and I'm not sure how she thinks she's going to do this.
"Good."
She goes to a drawer and takes out some simple soft cuffs with carabiners attached. I stay standing where I am, nude with my cock attempting to stretch a metal cock cage and a butt plug up my ass, while she's still in jeans and a tank top. She comes over and wraps my wrists in the padded velcro cuffs one at a time, giving me a kiss as she does.
She kneels in front of me and I outstretch a leg at a time so she can reach my ankles better while I'm still standing. Precum begins to ooze from the cage as her head is near it as she focuses on binding me. She finishes the second ankle cuff and admires her work momentarily before looking up at me. She laughs as if it just dawned on her that my cock had been bouncing so near to her head and face as she did this. Perhaps it was the juxtaposition of her being the one on her knees with a cock so in-her-face, a seemingly submission scenario - meanwhile I'm the one bound and restricted.
Her laugh is a quick snark and her eyes flash up at me fiendishly. Her attention goes to my cock: "You be good." she says directly to it as if it exists without me. She feigns a kiss at the tip of it, then springs my cock with her forefinger as one may a toy pendulum or door-stopper. Despite all my restrictions, I grew harder.
# Enter the strapon
She pulled me by my wrists and shoved me backwards onto the bed, indicating that I should lay down. She pulled understraps from beneath the corners of the mattress and snapped the carabiners to the rings at the end of each of them, making me a large X. I inclined my neck so I could see her. She dimmed the light and disappeared around the corner towards our closet and I could hear her rifling around.
"Don't go anywhere!" she fake-yelled. Then she laughed. Fuck.
When she emerged, she too was completely nude. She was also now carrying the strapon harness and strapon dildo. I realized that my current position wasn't going to be much good to get pegged in, but since she seemed to have a plan I figured I'd just go along with it.
She crawled onto the edge of the bed and over to being just next to me. She kissed me and put one arm and leg over me to cuddle, dragging her thigh up and down across my own, stopping each time it bumped into my caged cock. She kissed softly at first, then deeper - and I matched her pace.
"So, I really wanted to fuck tonight." she whispered huskily into my ear as she nibbled at my earlobe.
"Yeah..." I answered back weakly.
"But..." her hand traced up to my cock and cupped over the cage - warming me but not giving the true soft touch I wanted to feel, "Since you're locked up, I guess this will do."
She half-rolled over and reached for the strapon. With it in her hand she rested it on my stomach and kissed at my earlobe again. "Are you sure this is what you want?"
"Yesssss" I hissed back.
"Good, earn it." she kissed deeply again, then moved to saddle her hips across my chest. She used the headboard with her hands to position herself over my face and finally tilted her pelvis to put her pussy just out of the reach of my mouth. I strained my neck with my tongue out to reach her. She looked down and grinned - and slid herself forward and readily onto my mouth.
My cock managed to grow more within its confines - pressing against its restraint and pulling my balls forward as it tried to engorge more. I licked at her eagerly - bucking my hips hornily in the air as I strained and pressed with my neck to ensure I was able to cover myself in her and taste every bit. I moaned as I consumed. She'd roll her hips and press hard against me as I found the right spots - only to lift herself off so she could hear me whimper and see me stretch trying to reach her again - before re-settling herself down onto me again.
She began to grind her hips against me more each time, using my mouth as a fucking post and riding it like a sybian. I licked wildly trying to devour every bit of her as it came into my reach. She began grinding harder, then pausing and lifting off longer. I couldn't tell if she was just pacing herself and having a little cool off in order to elongate her own pleasure or if it was all just to torture my mind.
She lifted off and I heard a slight laugh. She began to lower again and I reached my neck out again - but she never resettled all the way down. She bounced here a few times where even at my full extension I could barely use but the tip of my tongue to lap at her. She giggled to herself again, enjoying the power of the control.
